blooming love Lost & Found(Under Editing)

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the grand wedding pavilion, silence reigned—a pin-drop stillness so profound it stretched into an eternity of five harrowing minutes. Panic flickered in the crowd, yet no one dared move from their place.

Their gazes were locked on Taehyung, his countenance a mask of placid composure, unmarred by the turmoil beneath.

The weight of his serious features alone sufficed to quiet their restless hearts.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was caught entirely unprepared. He stood frozen, too stunned to form words in response to his brother's question.

Disbelief clouded his ocean-blue eyes, shimmering with the tears that trailed unchecked down his face.

Turning his back to Taehyung, he clenched his eyes shut, his chest heaving as his heart thundered in rhythm with the storm of emotions unleashed by Taehyung's resonant confession.

"Yes," Taehyung declared, his voice measured but unyielding, its orotund quality reverberating through the hushed chamber. "I do love Jungkook, His Majesty."

Taehyung despised this relentless compulsion for truth, a trait that defied the rigid decorum of Daegu's laws and customs.

Yet, he stood firm, his resolve unshaken even as the room collectively drew breath. Eyes widened in astonishment, shock rippling through the assembly like an invisible tide.

Jungkook faltered, his strength yielding beneath the weight of those words. Kneeling before Taehyung, he bowed his head, trembling.

He had never imagined, not even in his wildest dreams, that he would hear such a confession—a truth spoken by the Emperor himself, a truth that shattered and rebuilt his world in a single, poignant moment.

Witnessing the unfolding chaos, Oprah landed hurriedly, her wings folding as she nuzzled her face against Jungkook. Her gesture, tender yet urgent, sought to offer solace amidst the storm of emotions.

Jimin and Shanaya approached slowly, their presence steadying, before kneeling in front of her. Jungkook, overwhelmed yet delicate, cupped Oprah’s face in trembling hands, his voice wobbly and strained.

"Why?" Jungkook questioned, his words trembling like fragile threads. "Why did you have to do it, Oprah? I told you—no complications. Then why? Hmm?"

His voice broke on the last word, his anguish palpable. Oprah’s luminous eyes shimmered, her silence echoing the weight of her intentions.

It was then that Adira stepped forward, her movements deliberate yet gentle. Sitting beside them, she cast a thoughtful gaze into Jimin’s tear-streaked eyes.

Jimin exhaled sharply, a single tear tracing its path down his cheek. He turned his gaze toward Taehyung, his expression heavy with understanding. In a faint, quivering voice, he spoke.

"Adira said… Oprah didn’t want to witness His Emperor and Prince Jeon in agony. One has suffered endlessly, ruling in solitude at a young age… and the other," he paused, emotion tightening his throat.

"Has suffered while loving him, silently, in his own youth. She wanted neither to endure any further anguish. They deserve to be happy, as everyone else is."

The weight of Jimin's words hung in the air, profound and undeniable. All eyes fell on Oprah, the creature who had acted with a heart far greater than her form.

Her shining gaze remained fixed on Jungkook, filled with an almost human-like understanding. Slowly, faint smiles crept onto their faces. The silence became gentle, a shared breath of release.

Jimin’s voice, though spent, lingered in their minds as a truth they could no longer ignore.

His voice trembled as he spoke, his emotions spilling over like a dam breaking under pressure. "Not only this," he began, his words faltering. "