Winter Stars & Hidden Dreams

The wind howled outside the towering mansion, brushing snowflakes against your window like the world was whispering secrets. Inside, you sat in your velvet chair, fingers brushing the frost on the glass, thinking of him—Jungkook.

He wasn’t born into money. He worked two jobs—morning shifts at the bookstore and nights at the repair shop. Yet, somehow, his smile always warmed you more than any designer coat ever could.

Your parents didn’t approve. “He’s beneath you,” they said. “He wants your money.” But they didn’t see what you saw: the way Jungkook stayed up late sketching designs for his tech startup, the passion in his voice when he talked about building something that mattered. He never asked you for anything—except your time.

You’d sneak out wrapped in fur and silk, and he’d be waiting with a cup of gas-station hot chocolate, apologizing it wasn’t fancy. But you loved it. You’d sit on a park bench beneath snow-covered trees, your hand in his calloused one, and dream together.

“Give me time,” he whispered once, brushing a snowflake from your cheek. “I’ll be the man your parents respect. I promise.”

“I don’t care about them,” you had said. “I only want you.”

But when your father found out about your secret meetings, things exploded. He banned you from leaving the house. He hired someone to follow you. That winter turned colder than any before.

Still, Jungkook never stopped. You didn’t know it, but he was working on a prototype—an app that would change how small businesses sold their products. Investors started noticing. Offers came in. Fast.

One snowy night, weeks after you’d last seen him, you heard a knock on the balcony door. You opened it—and there he was, soaked in snow, grinning.

“I told you I’d be back,” he said. “And I brought something.”

He pulled out a letter—an official contract. He had just signed a deal that would make him a millionaire.

You ran to him, tears streaming, the snow swirling around you like stars.

“Do they approve of me now?” he asked gently.

You shook your head. “They still don’t. But I don’t care, but ... I will talk okay "...you looked into his eyes with all love