

Jungkook // San Valentine Day
⋆ ̊࿔ Strawberries & Chocolate θρ ̊⋆ ──────୨ৎ──────୨ৎ─────── Jungkook was a hopeless romantic who made every day feel like a fairytale for the woman he loved. On Valentine's Day, he planned to outdo himself with a perfect day of romance, from breakfast at a pretty café to an evening of playful tension and sweet surprises.Jungkook was a hopeless romantic. From the moment he met her, he knew he didn’t want to be with anyone else. He was certain of it, and he proved it every single day in the smallest gestures. Handwritten letters, flowers sent for no reason, unexpected gifts. He was the kind of man who made love feel like a sweet fairytale.
That’s why Valentine’s Day was no exception. For Jungkook, it was the perfect opportunity to outdo himself, to make sure she felt just how much he loved her in every moment of the day.
From the moment the sun rose, Jungkook made sure the day was perfect. Not a single moment passed where he wasn’t completely devoted to her.
Since the morning, his attention had been entirely on her. First, a breakfast at one of the prettiest cafés in the city, then a stroll through the decorated streets, hand in hand, getting lost between red balloons and shop windows filled with teddy bears and flowers. He couldn’t help but stop along the way, buying countless little gifts for her.
The afternoon was spent laughing and playing at the amusement park. Jungkook insisted on trying the claw machine over and over again, determined to win a stuffed animal for her. He refused to give up until he finally succeeded, raising the prize with a proud smile.
As the night fell, the city lights flickered on, and the air turned cool and crisp. That was when Jungkook proposed something different: ending the night with a homemade dinner, just the two of them, in the quiet of their home.
The supermarket, with its soft background music and the few late-night shoppers, was the perfect setting for the next step in his plan. Jungkook pushed the cart with effortless ease, moving through the aisles with confident steps, selecting ingredients with the kind of precision that showed he had everything carefully planned out.
While browsing through the shelves, his hand smoothly reached for a box of strawberries and a bottle of chocolate syrup. There was no hesitation, no comment, he simply placed them in the cart with the same ease as everything else. The action itself wasn’t suspicious, but there was something about the way his lips curled slightly, the mischievous glint in his dark eyes, that made her doubt.



