The truth untold [Completed]

1. The Solitude of Feathered Dreams

 Silent strides broke the stillness, drawing Yoongi's attention to the door of his chamber. Familiar steps echoed towards him, echoing the presence he knew too well. It was James—the sole companion with whom he shared this desolate existence since the tender age of fifteen. An old man, who had tended to him with unwavering care throughout the years. The only soul unafraid of the shadows that embraced Yoongi's essence—a solitary human within the mansion's expansive walls.

"The weather today, it beckons a pleasant stroll, does it not?" Yoongi mused to James. A silence followed, and Yoongi released a profound sigh. "It pains me deeply that you cannot hear my words or speak to me," he confessed. Indeed, James was mute and deaf, chosen by Yoongi's parents to safeguard his identity. The reasons behind their secrecy would be revealed when the opportune moment arrived.

As twilight cast its gentle hues upon the world, Yoongi found himself gravitating towards the mansion's backyard. Wealth had bestowed itself upon him, his family reigning among South Korea's influential elite for generations past. Yet, their prosperity crumbled in a single devastating moment. Despite the remnants of affluence, Yoongi felt an undeniable emptiness take hold. His gaze fell upon the frolicking rabbits, their innocent playfulness a stark contrast to his own desolation. Softly, he spoke to one among them, his voice tinged with longing. "You are fortunate," he whispered, his eyes meeting the curious tilt of the rabbit's head. "Even in your simplicity, you find happiness. With kin and comrades by your side, you are spared the ache of loneliness that plagues me." Tears welled, streaming down his cheeks—an incongruity that would bewilder any who witnessed it. The reasons behind such anguish would soon be revealed.

Yoongi gazed skyward, beholding a canvas painted in ethereal hues of pink and purple. "I yearn for someone to share my life, to offer warmth in their embrace. But that wish shall remain forever unfulfilled," he murmured. His gaze lingered upon the overgrown path leading to the village, a road untrodden by any save James—a monthly pilgrimage to procure necessities. "Why am I deserving of this fate? What transgressions have led me to this torment? Loneliness, an affliction that consumes me. Shall I be eternally condemned to solitude? Oh, to have someone come to me, akin to a fairytale—an entity to love me as I am." With heavy heart, he brushed away his tears and retreated to the mansion's sheltering embrace.

As the night deepened, Yoongi bathed and prepared for sleep. Tenderly, he combed his purplish-black feathers with a delicate brush, meticulously removing water droplets from his cat-like ears. His gaze met his reflection, black eyes staring back at him. "How could anyone ever approach one such as I, a creature so wild?" A sad smile graced his lips as he pondered this question.

"How could anyone even approach someone beasty like me?" he whispered, his reflection capturing the haunting truth.

(imagine Yoongi like this in this story)

Curiosity may have stirred within you as to how Yoongi came to possess such a unique appearance—a tale that began when he was a mere three-month-old baby.