The truth untold [Completed]

10. Unleashing Love's Radiant Bloom

In the depths of twilight, as the sun bid farewell to the day, Yoongi found solace amidst the pages of books about plants and gardening. From dawn until dusk, he immersed himself in their wisdom, seeking inspiration for his grand plan. The words and illustrations painted vivid images in his mind, guiding him towards a path that would lead him closer to his heart's desire.

And as the midnight hour approached, he concealed himself within the enigmatic shadows, his gaze fixed upon the rose before him. Tenderly, he plucked the delicate flowers, crafting a bouquet with hands as delicate as a whisper. His eyes never missed the sight of his beloved's lips, forming a grateful smile, or the gleam of excitement in their eyes. In those moments, all his worries and burdens vanished, relinquishing their hold upon his shoulders, while the object of his affection remained unaware of the beast that yearned for him from the darkness.

He reveled in the way his rose interpreted his love notes by the faint light bestowed by the celestial canvas above, its cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, resembling a blooming rose itself. Oh, how he longed to reveal himself when his angel beseeched his presence, assuring him of their acceptance, yet he withheld, steadfast in his mission, yearning for the day when he could finally embrace his love, his soulmate, his rose.

After days of tireless searching, Yoongi unearthed a solution. James, ever the observer, noticed his master venture into the greenhouse, books in hand, but he did not question. Something had shifted within Yoongi, a newfound contentment that James had longed to witness. Yoongi was like a son to him, a child robbed of joy.

Yoongi's gaze fixated upon the resplendent white roses nestled in their pots, their purity akin to that of his angel. Once again, he perused the pages of his book, absorbing every word and image, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He was about to set his theory into motion, drawing nearer to the fulfillment of his mission, where he would at last hold his rose.

Retrieving vessels containing a myriad of colors, concocted from various vibrant flowers, he painstakingly added them to his rose plant. Each color was applied meticulously, with an 80-minute interval, as he had theorized. After breakfast, he began his work, unwavering in his dedication, never leaving his stool throughout the day. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow upon his determined countenance, but he remained resolute, knowing that his efforts were leading him closer to his cherished dream.

As evening descended, he poured the final colored concoction, a vivid violet. After approximately eighty minutes had passed, he gazed upon his once-white roses, now adorned with subtle hues, though still imperceptible to the untrained eye. Cradling the plant in his hands, he closed his eyes, allowing his magic to flow through him, channeling his focus into the plant. Unbeknownst to Yoongi, James stood at the doorway, transfixed by the enchanting spectacle unfolding before him.

In all his sixty-five years, James had never beheld such a mesmerizing display of magic. He had witnessed his master employ his powers to make flowers bloom and revive dying plants, but the spectacle before him seemed straight from the pages of a fantastical tale. Seated upon a wooden stool, Yoongi held a rosebush adorned with five fully blossomed roses. His entire being radiated a purple luminescence, his face bearing faint stripes that glimmered with a mystic aura. The rose plant, too, shimmered, not only with a hue of purple but with a kaleidoscope of rainbow colors.

James watched in wonder as the white roses transformed into vibrant rainbows, a gentle golden glow emanating from their petals. After several minutes, the flowers bloomed in resplendent rainbow hues, imbued with a delicate golden sheen. Yoongi opened his eyes, still aglow with his magic's purple essence, his heart alight with joy.

Gazing at the now-five rainbow-colored roses, Yoongi's eyes brimmed with hope, and a gummy smile spread across his face, revealing endearing fangs that protruded from the corners of his mouth. The roses exceeded his wildest imagination. Never had he imagined his mission would prove so successful. He marveled at the masterpiece before him, every petal a testament to his unwavering dedication and love.