A Noble Affair ✭ KTH [𝖒] ✅️

𝔟𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

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Fourteen Years Ago.

The wind howled through the air, ruffling his dark bangs and sending wavy curls tumbling over his forehead, barely missing his lashes. His hands, rough and calloused from years of labor, pressed against the jagged rock ridges of the stone wall. 

The bumpy texture scraped against his fingers, a reminder of the harshness of his life, as he peered through the narrow opening—a hole just wide enough for him to slip through if he dared.

On the other side, you lay like a vision in the long grass, your bare feet swaying idly behind you as you read aloud. The delicate sound of your voice, barely a whisper in the breeze, seemed to float over the quiet landscape. You were surrounded by a sea of tall grass, patches of weeds curling protectively around you, a bouquet of dandelions veiling your head like a crown.

He couldn't tear his eyes away, watching you from the shadows, his heart hammering in his chest. Your white undergown clung to your petite frame, the soft fabric brushing against your skin as you shifted, lost in the world of your book. 

Your hair, wild and untamed, was loosely tied back, strands of golden silk falling over your face in a carefree mess. He thought it looked perfect, far better than any neat arrangement could.

His breath caught, a quiet gasp escaping him as he whispered, "An angel."

He had seen you from afar before—through the window, in the distance—but this was different. This close, this intimate. 

He watched as you moved, the flutter of your fingers as you turned a page, the soft curve of your body as you shifted in the grass. He could almost imagine the scent of the earth mingling with your fragrance—the way you seemed to belong to this place, to this moment.

But he was no fool. He knew better than to approach you. His mother's voice echoed in his mind, warning him of the consequences of even thinking about getting close to someone like you.

"They are nobles," she had told him once, her voice tinged with fear and bitterness. "We must not interact with them unless they interact with us."

None of that mattered right now. He didn't care. He was just a boy, alone and starving for something more than his dull, cold life. And in this moment, you were the only thing that made him feel alive.

Suddenly, a voice broke through his reverie, sharp and mocking.

"Taehyung."

Startled, he jerked back, eyes wide, as he turned to face his half-brother, Jungkook, a smirk curling his lips. Behind him, the blonde twins snickered, their childish giggles ringing in the air. They were smaller than Taehyung, younger by a few years, but their presence felt larger than it should. They were always together, mocking him for their privilege's safety.