The truth untold [Completed]

7. Silent Longings in the Garden of Love

That day, amidst the veil of night, sleep eluded Yoongi. Exhaustion should have weighed upon his weary frame after three sleepless, restless nights, yet slumber evaded him entirely. Every time he closed his eyes, the visage of a beautiful creature invaded his thoughts. A mere memory brought a flush to his cheeks, painting them with the hue of blossoming roses. Unbeknownst to him, an involuntary smile danced upon his lips, and a flutter of delicate wings stirred within his tummy.

Within his heart, an unfamiliar sensation welled up, an emotion previously unknown. Odd and unfamiliar, yet strangely enticing. It was akin to the tales he had read—a love blossoming within his being. He had fallen in love, captivated by the flower thief who had graced his presence under the moon's gentle embrace. The angelic being had apologized for purloining his precious blooms, their voice penetrating the silence that had engulfed his world since the loss of his parents. It was a voice that echoed like a lullaby, soothing his soul and entwining with his appearance, both equally celestial.

Gazing through the windowpane, Yoongi beheld a world transformed. Everything seemed imbued with radiance, beauty enhanced, colors intensified. At that moment, James knocked and entered his chamber, disrupting the reverie. "Good morning, James," Yoongi greeted him, his voice laced with vibrant enthusiasm, prompting James to ponder whether his master had managed to apprehend the flower thief. Casting a glance toward James, Yoongi formed a sign with his hand. "Indeed, I shall join you downstairs for breakfast," Yoongi confirmed, his nod complementing his silent response.

With a luminous smile and an energy unmatched, Yoongi prepared for the day ahead. Descending the stairs, he hummed a melody of joy. Such was the transformative power of love. Expressing gratitude to James for the morning meal, Yoongi indulged in buttery pancakes adorned with golden maple syrup and a medley of fresh fruits. Never before had a breakfast tasted so exquisite, each morsel more delectable than the last. It was as if the world had shifted, altering its very essence with the mere sight of his beloved thief.

In the garden, Yoongi strolled with an ever-present smile, a beacon of happiness. The symphony of birdsongs enveloped him, their harmonies more melodious than ever. Yet, in the tapestry of nature's music, his angel's voice outshone them all, its mellifluous quality akin to that of a nightingale. He longed to listen to it eternally, knowing that such enchantment could never weary his heart.

Not far off, a family of rabbits frolicked, their playful antics capturing Yoongi's attention. Slowly, he approached and crouched down, becoming part of their world. The rabbits recognized him, sensing no danger in his presence. Amidst the innocence of their affectionate bond, as their noses nestled together, Yoongi's smile deepened.

"You know, I discovered my rose yesterday. He is resplendent, a veritable angel. Fragile as delicate petals, his cheeks and lips bear the rosy hues of blossoms. He captivates with an ethereal allure. I yearn to hold him," Yoongi confided in the rabbits, who tilted their heads, their curious gaze fixed upon him. Yet, his smile waned, replaced by a furrowed brow.

"But how can I hold him? The sight of me would surely instill fear within him. He is an angel, and I, an unsightly beast. I will not subject him to such terror. Yet, I cannot let him go. I simply cannot. After waiting an eternity, I have found my love, my rose," Yoongi lamented. Determination ignited within his eyes. "I shall endeavor to win his heart. Until that day arrives, I shall admire him from afar, concealed within the shadows." Renewed hope breathed life into his features as he smiled once more.

As evening descended, Yoongi cloaked himself in darkness, concealing his form beneath the black garb. With a hood shrouding his countenance, he ventured toward his hiding spot, nestled among the ancient trees. This haven had previously served as his vantage point to ensnare the elusive flower thief, yet now it housed a different purpose. It had become his sanctuary, a vantage point from which he could observe his rose, his angel. From afar, he would cherish him, until the moment when a plan would be born to unite their destinies.

Within the embrace of twilight, Yoongi stood amidst the whispering leaves, his eyes fixated on the grand estate bathed in the glow of moonlight. Shadows danced upon the walls, the world cloaked in a mysterious aura. From his hidden vantage point, he could catch glimpses of his beloved thief moving gracefully through the garden, tending to the flowers that captivated both of their hearts. With every gentle touch, petals seemed to bloom brighter, as if they absorbed the radiance emanating from his angel.

Yoongi's heart soared, yearning to bridge the chasm that separated them. He longed for a chance to speak, to express the feelings that resided within his soul. But fate had dealt him a silent existence, rendering him mute and deaf to the world. The words that danced within his mind remained trapped, never to be heard by another. Yet, Yoongi refused to surrender to despair.

In the depths of night, beneath the ethereal moonlight, he sought solace in his solitude. It was here, amid the tranquility of nature's embrace, that he allowed his imagination to soar. He conjured images of stolen moments, of conversations that unfolded in the realm of his dreams. He wove a tapestry of emotions, whispered declarations, and promises made beneath the watchful gaze of the stars.

As the days turned into nights and the nights melted into days, Yoongi's devotion remained unwavering. He sought refuge within the gardens, where fragrant blossoms infused the air with their intoxicating perfume. Here, amidst the vibrant tapestry of nature's artistry, he discovered solace. Each petal and leaf seemed to carry a secret message, a hidden promise that whispered of a love yet to be realized.

And so, within the confines of his hidden sanctuary, Yoongi would continue to watch, to yearn, and to hope. The enigmatic thief, the embodiment of ethereal beauty, had stolen not only his flowers but his heart as well. With every stolen glance, with every stolen breath, Yoongi's resolve grew stronger. Someday, somehow, he would find the courage to unveil his true self and claim his place beside the one who had ignited a fire within his soul.

Until then, he would remain the silent admirer, the guardian of their secret connection. As the moon traversed the sky, casting its gentle glow upon the enchanted garden, Yoongi whispered his devotion to the night, trusting that his words would be carried on the breeze, a silent promise that love would conquer all obstacles. And so, he basked in the poetic beauty of their unspoken truth, a truth untold but etched upon his heart.

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Hi, my babies,

First of all, big sorry for the late update...

I didn't have the right mood and enough time to write the past few days.

Please forgive me...

Soooo,

What do you think about this chapter?

Yoongi is in love... aww...

Comment if you ever felt what Yoongi feeling...

Until the next update (Gods know when),

Bye bye~

BORAHAE