**Chapter 1: Unspoken Feelings**

The bright lights of Seoul illuminated the busy streets as Jackson, a renowned K-pop idol, walked out of his management agency. His eyes scanned the crowded sidewalk, searching for a familiar figure. It didn't take long for him to spot her - Jane, 'The Ark,' standing by the corner, sipping on a cup of coffee. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her bright smile lit up the gloomy evening. Jackson's heart skipped a beat as he quickened his pace, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, but the spark between them remained. They were once inseparable, best friends who often teased and playfully argued with each other. But that was before the rumors, before the breakup, and before the silence that had driven them apart. As he approached Jane, she looked up, her eyes locking onto his. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with unspoken feelings. Jackson's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and Jane's cheeks flushed a soft pink. "Hey, what's with the long face?" Jackson asked, falling into step beside her as she walked. Jane shrugged, her voice laced with a hint of sweetness and a dash of sulkiness. "Just tired. You know how it is." Jackson nodded sympathetically, his eyes never leaving hers. "I do. But you're not alone. I'm here for you, always." Their conversation flowed easily, like a well-rehearsed dance. They chatted about their schedules, their music, and their lives. But beneath the surface, Jackson was acutely aware of the undercurrents of tension between them. Jane still had doubts, still harbored a deep-seated hurt that he needed to alleviate. As they walked, Jackson found himself stealing glances at Jane, taking in the way her eyes sparkled in the fading light, the way her lips curved into a sly smile when she laughed. He was drawn to her like a magnet, his attraction to her still simmering just below the surface. "Hey, want to grab dinner with me?" Jackson asked, his voice low and casual. Jane hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his face. "I don't know...I'm kinda busy." Jackson's smile never wavered. "Come on, just a quick meal. I promise I won't bite...hard." Jane rolled her eyes, a giggle escaping her lips. "You're such a charmer, Jackson." Their banter was easy, but Jackson knew he had to tread carefully. He couldn't push Jane too hard, not yet. He needed to win her trust back, to prove to her that he was committed to making things right between them. As they turned a corner, Jackson caught sight of a group of fans gathered outside a nearby café. They were holding signs that read "Jackson and Jane forever" and "Reunite them!" Jackson's heart swelled with emotion, and he felt a surge of determination. He would do whatever it took to make things right with Jane, to prove to her that he still loved her. "Hey, look," Jackson said, nodding towards the fans. Jane's eyes followed his gaze, and her cheeks flushed a deep red. "Oh my god, they're still supporting us?" Jackson's smile was tender. "Of course they are. They know we're meant to be together." Jane's eyes locked onto his, a spark of uncertainty flickering in their depths. For a moment, Jackson thought he saw a glimmer of hope, a hint that she might be willing to give him another chance. But then, she looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know, Jackson. I'm still hurt." Jackson's heart ached, but he refused to give up. He reached out, his fingers brushing against hers. "I know, baby. I'm not asking you to forgive me overnight. I just want to be near you, to take care of you." Jane's eyes flashed back to his, a spark of attraction igniting between them. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the air thick with tension. And then, without another word, Jackson leaned in, his lips inches from hers. "Can you teach me how to be gentle for you?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. The question hung in the air, a promise of things to come. Jane's eyes locked onto his, her heart racing with anticipation. Would she take a chance on him again? Only time would tell.