I shake my head at that statement. "What?" He sighs, "It was Christmas night. We were all in Leigh's living room, next to the fireplace. Leigh's brothers and sister were still there. All of us were playing that card game while you and Leigh sat on the couch talking to each other. You'd talk about music; she'd talk about cooking. It was one of those times that she was effortlessly calm and happy, I think. I know you had both been drinking, so you were making jokes with each other about your passions. I was happy to see you so distressed, but I was surprised as to how happy I was to see Leigh like that. Anyway, she reached over and swiped your hair out of your face. She said she knew how much you didn't like it. I am not sure what happened next, but Leigh said something about going to bed. I know she had suddenly gone red. As she walked out of the room, I saw something in your face. Almost like you wished you could go with her. Your eyes showed so much concern. I knew then. I think you realized it then too." I stare at him. He gets a bit impatient. "Just because I enjoy having fun doesn't mean I don't see, hyung. I probably see more than you all know. I like to observe."

"No, Jungkook, you have it wrong. I know how much you see, it's just that I remember that moment. I did want to follow her. I knew I cared deeply for her already but having her touch me out of the blue like that. I caught me off guard. It did her too; I think because she immediately dropped her eyes and said she was tired." Jungkook sits back next to me. I turn to him, his face is so patient, waiting for me to continue. "I knew what she was going to do. I knew she would go upstairs and cry because of her heartbreak for Kayden. I wanted to go with her so bad. I wanted to hold her and tell her it was alright, to cry and I'll be there to help her. I was extremely grateful that her daughters noticed and followed quickly afterward. Marie too." I smile a sad smile. "It wasn't the point I knew I loved her, but damn boy, it was close." He smiles, but the smile is sad. "Well, let me admit something that has been bothering me too." Stands, clearly ready to leave once he makes this confession. "I think I might be in love with Marie," he says. "Thank you for your help, I'll see you in the morning." I watch him walk out of my door.

Present Day – Leigh's POV

"Oh, Kookie. That was before he asked us not to call him that anymore. First, it was JK, now Jungkook. I miss calling him Kookie," I say. "But I don't understand, why are you embarrassed or upset by that memory?" While he was lost in his memories, I stretched out into his lap, my legs hanging over the arm of the chair. He looks down at me; his eyes are a bit startled. "I said that I didn't want to be in love with you. I said it to my brothers. I was almost mad at myself for allowing it. I just do not feel good about that," he says, fiddling with my hair. I shrug. "That is not something to be ashamed of, at all. Everyone has an idea of what they want, an ideal type and personality. An idea of what your life will be like. Do you think I didn't have a similar reaction the over those next few days in Korea? Of course, as you know, I kept those thoughts for longer than needed. But I think it's a natural reaction when something takes you off guard like that." I look down, taking the hand he has laying on my stomach. "I don't know how or when it hit you, well, now I know about when it hit you, but, for me, it hit me the next day. Remember when you and Jungkook met me at the company?" I feel him nod, so I keep lightly tracing the veins on his hand. "After Jungkook and I talked out his worries he went to the Golden Studio. I sat in the conference room for a long time, looking at all the things hanging in there. I swear, being here was the most peaceful thing for me. Anyway, I saw you walk by. I knew you brought Jungkook to meet me, but you didn't come with him into the room. I remember feeling so many things at that moment. I was so relieved to see you in person after those few months. I had gotten so used to your presence that I naturally calmed down when you were near. My heart started fluttering; I caught myself longing for you to come in and hug me, or take my hand like you did when I was having a difficult moment those times you happen to be there for them. I remember sighing so hard that I was taken back by it." I giggle. "It was in that moment, right before you walked in when you were standing at the door talking to Chan, that I knew. I felt it take over every part of my body." I sit up, looking at Yoon-Gi. "So much emotion took over. I let myself stay in that moment, feel those feelings, for the rest of the day. I didn't get angry with myself until I was back at the hotel for that night." He smiles in response. "But did you say, out loud, that you could not allow it? That I was not what you wanted?" I tilt my head to the side, raising my eyebrow. "Actually, I did. In your story, you, what, shed some tears, got a bit frustrated? I threw things. I yelled. Ask Joon; he was there to witness it." His eyebrows raise for that at that piece of information, "Really? He was with us both when we confessed?" I nod, "Apparently. But, I gave him the bulk of the problems. I almost hit him with my comb when I threw it across the room. To be fair, I didn't know he had moved; my back was to him. The point is, no matter how we reacted to admitting our feelings for each other, here we are. This is what matters." I lean forward, taking his face in my hands. "Us, here and now. This is what is important. We all do things we regret. But we are here, you and me, happy, healthy and together." His eyes search mine for a few moments and then she smiles. "I guess it is my turn to feel guilty for no good reason?" I snicker, letting go of his face and lean back. "I guess so. Yoon-Gi, I promise you, your reaction to loving me doesn't matter to me. The fact that you never gave up and are still here with me that is what matters." He smiles. "You are right. I don't know why that night has been on my mind today. Let's get some rest?" he asks. I nod, a bit grateful. He takes my hand, and we head in the house, up to our bedroom.