The truth untold [Completed]

6. A Dance Unseen, Love Unspoken

In the realm of shadows, a silent figure emerged, clad in an old baggy cream-colored shirt and worn-out brown pants. His diminutive frame seemed vulnerable against the bitter cold, his feet shrouded in tattered, dirt-stained boots, remnants of a life once forgotten. Clutched in his small hands were weathered garden scissors, relics of an existence marked by hardship and survival.

As the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the scene, Yoongi's eyes fixated on the enchanting countenance of the thief. A porcelain visage, pristine and radiant, shimmered under the moonlight's tender caress. Pink lips, full and delicate, quivered slightly in the face of the biting cold. A button-like nose scrunched adorably, while eyes akin to doe-like orbs sparkled with the same brilliance as a sky adorned with blossoming stars. Perfectly arched eyebrows knit together as the thief cautiously approached a nearby bush.

Yoongi's heart skipped a beat as he observed the thief's every move. The sight of him stirred something deep within, a mixture of fascination and desire. He yearned to step out from the shadows, to be seen and acknowledged by this captivating stranger. But he held himself back, knowing that exposing himself could shatter the fragile magic that enveloped their brief encounter.

Three hours had passed since Yoongi had discovered the thief's nightly visit to his beloved garden, stealing the precious flowers that he had nurtured with such care. In that time, he had become captivated by the thief's grace and beauty, his silent presence an intoxicating mystery that called to Yoongi's hidden desires.

With each stolen flower, the thief unknowingly etched himself deeper into Yoongi's heart. The delicate way he handled the blossoms, the softness of his murmured apologies, stirred emotions within Yoongi that he had long forgotten. The thief's actions were driven by necessity, survival, yet Yoongi found himself longing for more, yearning to unravel the secrets that lay behind the thief's stolen moments.

As the night wore on, Yoongi's admiration for the thief only grew. The thief's movements were fluid and graceful, a dance with nature itself. Yoongi marveled at the way his fingers caressed each petal, as if he were in communion with the flowers, understanding their language in a way Yoongi himself never could.

The thief's words, barely audible, reached Yoongi's ears like a fragile whisper. "I'm sorry, I don't have any choice," he murmured, his voice a gentle melody that tugged at Yoongi's heartstrings. It was a song of remorse and longing, a symphony that Yoongi wished to hear for eternity.

But Yoongi remained hidden, a silent observer of this stolen nocturnal rendezvous. He reveled in the thief's presence, cherishing the stolen glances and stolen moments. That night, he concealed himself within the shadows, allowing his heart to be swept away by the thief's beauty, his delicate touch, and the unspoken connection that seemed to exist between them.

Time ceased to hold meaning in the depths of the night. Minutes bled into hours as Yoongi watched, unable to tear his eyes away from the thief. In those stolen moments, he found solace and a sense of belonging that had eluded him for so long. Love blossomed within his heart, a love that dared not be spoken or acknowledged.

The night wore on, and with a final glance towards the mansion, the thief retreated into the darkness, leaving Yoongi longing for his return. As the thief's figure faded from view, Yoongi whispered into the night, his voice lost to the wind. "My rose, at last you have come for me," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of a love hidden in the shadows.

Yoongi knew that his love for the thief was destined to remain unspoken, forever concealed within the confines of his heart. He understood the risks of exposing himself, the vulnerability that would come with revealing his existence. Yet, he vowed to cherish each stolen encounter, each moment of silent admiration.

In the realm of shadows, Yoongi and the thief danced a delicate dance, their hearts intertwined by an unspoken bond. The garden, their clandestine meeting place, witnessed their silent connection, a sanctuary where stolen flowers bloomed and the truth remained hidden, cherished in the depths of their souls. And in those stolen moments, Yoongi found solace, knowing that his love, though never declared, was pure and everlasting.

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