Destined by fate 💜

50 . When Eyes Speak

The heavy rain had finally calmed.

Not completely-droplets still kissed the earth with a soft rhythm, falling from the heavens like the last few tears of a storm that had cried too long. The sky remained dark and brooding, a heavy blanket of clouds hiding the moon like a secret. Now and then, a faint streak of lightning cut through the night-brief and silver, illuminating the world in ghostly flashes.

The garden stood still

Hushed

Not a leaf rustled. Not a bird stirred.
Only the steady rhythm of rainfall whispered through the darkness-gentle now, as though the sky itself held its breath. Every drop that landed on leaves, stone, and soaked soil was soft, deliberate, sacred.

And through that sacred stillness, he came.

Taehyung.

His tall frame emerged through the curtain of mist and rain, cutting a silhouette so hauntingly beautiful that the world itself seemed to pause in reverence. Every step he took was slow, measured-like a king returning from war, like a storm wrapped in silence.

The wet earth yielded beneath his shoes, squelching with each footfall, leaving behind a trail that told a story no words ever could.

Raindrops traced the sharp line of his jaw, slid down the smooth planes of his cheeks, and disappeared beneath the drenched collar of his shirt. His black hair, soaked and heavy, clung to his forehead, drops falling rhythmically from the ends as if the sky mourned with him. His eyes were locked forward-dark, unreadable, burning with something raw and vast.

And in that moment, it was impossible to tell where the rain ended and Taehyung began.

The white shirt clinging to his body had turned nearly transparent, molded to every contour of his toned chest, the sculpted ridges of his abdomen rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths.

Water glistened on his bronze skin-liquid gold beneath the low lightning flashes that danced across the clouds above. His forearms flexed as he adjusted his grip, biceps straining subtly beneath the soaked fabric. His black trousers were plastered to his legs, outlining every inch of muscle-thighs strong, purposeful, carrying both their weights as if it were nothing.

In his arms-safe, close, like he was the only thing that mattered-was Jungkook.

He wasn't held like something fragile.
Nor like a burden to be carried.
He was held like something precious-like something that mattered.

Something that Taehyung couldn't afford to let slip from his grasp.

There was no hesitation in his hold. No rush. Just a calm, unshakable certainty in the way his arms stayed around Jungkook-secure, steady, and silently protective. His grip wasn't tight, yet it carried the kind of strength that said he wasn't letting go. Not now. Not ever.

Jungkook's body rested snug against Taehyung's chest, soaked fabric sticking between them but unable to lessen the warmth that passed between their skin.

Taehyung's right arm curved firmly around Jungkook's lower back, his large hand resting directly against the bare skin of his waist-wet, warm, and trembling faintly under his touch.

The soft dip of Jungkook's back was slick with rain, his skin glistening beneath the dim light like porcelain kissed by moonlight.

Taehyung's fingers spread instinctively, holding him tighter-not to restrain, but to comfort. To shield.

The other arm slid under his knees, strong and unwavering, lifting him with ease as if Jungkook weighed nothing-yet everything-all at once.

Each step Taehyung took was controlled, heavy boots echoing against the marble and wood, but his upper body remained still and balanced, careful not to jostle Jungkook even slightly. The water from their clothes dripped slowly onto the floor, leaving a trail behind them, but Taehyung didn't care.