The truth untold [Completed]

11. Aching Hearts in the Garden of Silence

In the soft twilight, Yoongi carefully arranged a bouquet of roses, their delicate petals aglow with the moon's gentle caress. His slender fingers danced gracefully amidst the blooms, their thorns offering no resistance to his touch. Each rose held a piece of his heart, a silent testament to his longing. As he completed the arrangement, he took a slip of paper, his pen gliding across its surface with deliberate strokes.

"Enchanted hours have arrived, my beloved, for me to gather courage and meet you, my ethereal rose. Seek behind you, and there shall you find my presence." - MYG

His note, now imbued with poetic yearning, conveyed his deepest desires. The words whispered secrets of love yet to be spoken, a promise of connection that transcended the boundaries of their separate worlds.

This night, as Yoongi made his way to his secluded haven, a symphony of emotions resonated within him. His eyes, unseeing of the world's vibrant hues, beheld the beauty of love's tapestry in shades unseen. In the quietude of his soul, he pondered the language of devotion, the silent dialogue he had mastered through a lifetime of observation. Each movement, each gesture, carried a weight of meaning that flowed effortlessly from his fingertips.

As the midnight hour approached, Yoongi found solace in the darkness, his senses attuned to the symphony of nature. He nestled amongst the rustling leaves and whispered secrets of the ancient trees. The cool night air caressed his skin, carrying fragrant whispers of blooming flowers and secrets yet to be unveiled.

With each passing moment, anticipation swelled within him, a symphony of hope and trepidation. The world held its breath, as if in reverence for the union about to unfold. The gate stood sentinel, its metal chains a serenade to the night, waiting to announce the arrival of his ethereal rose.

Days turned into nights, and Yoongi's unwavering dedication endured. In the light of day, he tended to his garden, the earth welcoming his touch. He nurtured the fragile petals, whispering secrets of devotion amidst their fragrant blossoms. And as nightfall draped its velvety cloak upon the land, Yoongi returned to his sanctuary, seeking solace amidst the murmurs of nature.

The moon, a faithful companion, illuminated his path, casting a silvery glow upon his face. With each passing night, his love grew deeper, transcending the barriers of silence and separation. His heart, a fragile vessel, yearned for the touch of his angel, the one whose presence illuminated his world.

Though the nights grew colder and the stars hid behind a veil of clouds, Yoongi's determination remained steadfast. The fragrance of roses filled the air, intertwining with the melodies of the night, weaving a tapestry of longing and devotion. He whispered his desires into the night, his voice a silent echo carried on the wings of hope.

And yet, the days turned to three, and the thief, his angel, did not grace the garden with his presence. With each passing night, Yoongi's hope flickered, threatened to be extinguished. Doubt crept into his heart, casting shadows upon the delicate tapestry of his dreams.

His heart weighed heavy, burdened with the absence of his beloved. Pain coursed through his veins, a bittersweet ache that consumed him. The roses, once vibrant with hope, now bore witness to his sorrow, their petals drooping with unspoken longing.

At night, Yoongi went to his hiding spot, forcing a smile to his face as he settled in, waiting for his rose to come. The wind blew calmly, but his mind was far from at ease. Time seemed to pass with agonizing slowness, each minute stretching into an eternity. But still, his beloved thief did not arrive.

Yoongi's legs grew weak, unable to bear the weight of his shattered hopes. He collapsed to his knees, the weight of his heavy heart threatening to consume him. His eyes swelled with unshed tears, and his hands trembled with a mix of frustration and longing. In that moment, he felt the depths of his despair, the ache of his unfulfilled desires.

"Why? Just why?" he whispered, his voice choked with emotion, his gaze fixated on the sterling rose bouquet that lay there, untouched by the hands he yearned to hold. "Why didn't you come, my love? I want you here with me," he pleaded to the silent night. The tears flowed freely down his pale cheeks, tracing paths of sorrow and heartache.

"Where are you?" he cried out, his voice a desperate plea that echoed into the void. The night remained silent, offering no solace, no respite from the torment that gripped his heart. In that moment of vulnerability, Yoongi felt the vast expanse of loneliness stretching out before him, threatening to engulf his very soul.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, Yoongi remained on his knees, a fragile figure in the moonlight. The roses, once vibrant symbols of hope and love, now seemed to droop in sympathy, mirroring his own sense of loss. But amidst the pain, a flicker of determination ignited within him.

Through his tears, Yoongi found a renewed strength, a resolve to endure the ache of his unmet desires. For deep within him, a love burned brighter than the darkest night, refusing to be extinguished by the absence of his beloved. With trembling hands, he gently picked up the sterling rose bouquet, its thorns pricking his skin as a reminder of the bittersweet nature of his yearning.

In that moment, Yoongi vowed to keep the flame of his love alive, to weather the storms of uncertainty and the vast expanse of silence. For he knew that true love possessed an enduring power, one that could withstand the test of time and the trials of longing.

As he stood, his heart heavy but unbroken, Yoongi cast one last glance at the moonlit garden. Though his rose had not come, he refused to surrender to despair. With each passing night, he would return to this sacred space, waiting with unwavering devotion for the day when his angel would find his way back to him.

And so, with a whispered prayer and a glimmer of hope in his eyes, Yoongi retreated from the garden, the echoes of his unspoken words carried on the wind. The night embraced him, its embrace a bittersweet reminder of the love that remained unseen, unheard, yet ever-present in his wounded heart.

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Hi darlings,

so Im back with another episode.

Its sad one guys im sorry, Im still bit upset over everything

and I can't frequently update since campus life is hard...

we have to finish 51 assignments in 4 weeks guys...

Im so dead..

so what happened to Yoongi's angel?

what's your thoughts?

comment down below...

until next update,

Bye Bye~

BORAHAE~