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Jungkook was a shy and gentle soul, someone who didn't speak loudly, who preferred to stay quiet and secluded inside his home. He had became famous years back when one of his books blew up and people started to talk about it all over social media. The first book he wrote that displayed in the first page a dedicatory to you. Every book after that had the same dedicatory, sometimes longer, sometimes brief and straightforward, but always there. It had become a thing among his fans, how they were more anxious to know if the new release would still have the dedicatory than to read the story itself.

Devotion. Jungkook was known for his devotion towards the person he incessantly dedicated his books to. There was never a name, and people had no idea who it was, but they knew it was his lover. It was like his fans could only keep up with his relationship through his books. When you married, the dedicatory mentioned it, the words 'my husband' written on the paper like the promise he made at the altar.

You had been together for ten years now—six of marriage—and he looked at you the same way he did when he whispered he loved you for the first time, sheepish but soulful. He was a timid person, blushed with compliments and didn't love loudly. It was discreet and quiet, gentle, and the loudest form it had was when he wrote. Jungkook was a romance writer, so he wrote about love frequently, and each time was different. In each book it changed, sometimes it was more pained, sometimes calmer, sometimes darker, but every book had always such clarity in the feelings engraved there, that no one was to doubt he himself loved in a way only few did. He didn’t speak loudly of his love, but when you read, you knew. Jungkook was the type of man who would love only once in his whole life and hope said love would last until his final breath, instead of as a pained wound in his heart from a love who never worked. And you weren't crazy enough to lose someone like that, to take a love like that for granted, so you loved him just as much.

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He had been closed inside his office for hours now, focused on the new story he was working on. It seemed to be one of the ones he obsessed over until it was done, too involved and too fascinated by his own creation. Still, staying locked inside an office for so long wasn't good for anyone, and you were determined to convince him to take a break even if only for a few minutes. He had recently published a new book already—still going through promotions—and there was no need to overwork that much for a new story.