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[Jungkook's POV]

"Promise me, Jungkook. You won't ever speak of marrying a Korean woman. Promise me."

My mind was a storm, but I knew I couldn’t leave things hanging like this. I had to talk to her, had to understand her better, and maybe, just maybe, make her understand me.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I sat down next to her. The chair creaked under my weight, a sound that seemed too loud in the stillness of the room.

I looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time, I saw more than just the strict, controlling woman who had dragged me back to London.

I saw the lines etched into her face, the softness in her eyes, the vulnerability she tried so hard to hide.

“Grandma,” I began softly, trying to find the right words. “Can I ask you something?”

She turned to me, her expression softening just a little. “Of course, Jungkook. What is it?”

I took another deep breath, trying to push down the lump in my throat.

“Tell me about Grandpa. How was he? How much did you love him?”

Her face changed then, like someone had lit a fire inside her. Her eyes brightened, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of the young woman she must have been, the woman who fell in love with my grandfather.

She smiled, a soft, almost wistful smile, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of something—maybe jealousy, maybe sadness, maybe just a longing to understand.

“Oh, Jungkook,” she began, her voice filled with warmth. “Your grandfather… he was everything to me. He was strong, kind, a man of principle. He had this way of making you feel safe, like nothing in the world could ever harm you as long as he was around. I loved him more than words could ever express. He was my rock, my anchor in this world.”

I nodded, listening to her with a mix of admiration and curiosity. I had never really asked her about him before, never really thought about what he meant to her. But now, sitting here, I realized just how deep her love for him must have been.

“How did you meet?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “What was it like, falling in love with him?”

She chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to come from a place deep within her. “We met at a charity event. I remember it like it was yesterday. He was standing across the room, looking so handsome in his suit, and the moment our eyes met, I felt something… something I had never felt before. It was like the world just stopped, and there was only him and me.”

Her eyes grew distant, as if she was seeing that moment all over again. “He walked over to me, introduced himself, and from that moment on, we were inseparable. He was so full of life, so passionate about everything he did. I fell for him hard, Jungkook, and I never looked back. He made me feel like the most important person in the world, like I was the only one who mattered.”