A Noble Affair ✭ KTH [𝖒] ✔️

𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

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14 Years Ago.

The wind blew carelessly through his dark bangs, unruly wavy curls covering his eyebrows and poking at his lashes. The rock ridges of the stone wall pressed into his calloused fingers, stained with mud and dirt, while he peered through the hole in the wall big enough to climb through. 

On the other side of the stoned border, you lay on your stomach, your fingertips kept in the place of your book. Your bare feet swayed behind you, your toes wiggling as you read aloud to yourself. A patch of weeds and tall grass encapsulated your body, and a bushel of dandelions hid the top of your head. 

He watched you through the weeds, admiring how your white undergown hugged your smaller frame. Your hair was wild and pulled back into a low-hanging ponytail. The boy deemed it unnecessary as the golden strands were falling into your face anyway. 

"An angel," he mumbled to himself in awe. 

He had only seen you from a distance. Your father was well-known to be a bit of a hard ass, and his mother had warned him about the consequences of ever stepping foot near your estate. 

"They are nobles," she had once said to him and his brother. "We must not interact with them unless we are interacted with." 

However, he was a curious and lonely child. He'd hear your piano come from your opened bedroom window as he'd walked past some days. He'd stop wandering and listen to the melodies gliding from your fingertips, along with the occasional silent pause and reprimanding from your tutor. 

"Taehyung," a voice called the boy from behind, and an array of giggles followed suit. 

Startled, Taehyung turned around. Jungkook was sarcastically smiling at him, and the blonde neighborhood twins stood behind him as they covered their mouths. The twins were tinier, the youngest of the children. Their top hats looked too big for their heads, the brim covering their eyes. 

Jungkook's eyes darted to the wall opening, catching a glimpse of you in utter peace. 

"Peeping Tae," he chimed, slowly stepping toward his half-brother. "Spying on the Bellreach girl again?" 

Though Taehyung was older, he appeared smaller than Jungkook. He barely spoke, having grown shy after being tossed aside by the public and other family members. He grew accustomed to keeping to himself and relying on no one else.

As a bastard child, who had never known his father, he was first outcasted when his mother married his step-father. His clothes were second-hand, while Jungkook received the finest clothing, accessories, and any other gift that Taehung himself was sure he'd never be able to possess. Even their sleeping and eating arrangements were far from similar.