You drew stars around my scars.

Chapter 6

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In that moment, time seemed to stand still for Emperor Taehyung. Unbeknownst to him, his hidden powers stirred, and the world around him froze in place. His subconscious mind unknowingly stopped time, and he remained completely absorbed in the mysterious ethereal figure at the center of the field.

The crowd surrounding the field ceased their cheers, with those mid-jump suspended in the air, their hands frozen mid-gesture. The shop curtains hung motionless, caught in mid-sway, and the man's sword hanging in the air like frozen lightning. Children, once in the midst of their playful runs, were now paused in mid-stride. Even Blaze, halted with a mouthful of grass. Birds that had been in mid-flight were now statues in the sky.

The entire atmosphere had fallen into an eerie silence, devoid of the usual commotion of the town square and the cheerful laughter of children. Time had, without a doubt, come to a complete standstill.

Yet, Taehyung remained oblivious to all of this.

The urge to get a closer look at the ethereal figure overwhelmed Taehyung. He dismounted his stationary horse and stood there for a few minutes. Gradually, he took his first step toward the beautiful man, Taehyung had to navigate a surreal tableau of frozen individuals. With each step, he had to delicately maneuver through the suspended crowd.

His first challenge came when he encountered a couple holding hands. He carefully pried their fingers apart, removing one hand from the other's grasp with a gentle touch. But his eyes were still on the ethereal man standing at some distance. Their hands, once intertwined, now hung suspended in mid-air, a testament to the frozen moment.

Continuing his journey, Emperor Taehyung sidestepped along the frozen people, his footsteps echoing softly on the cobblestone path. It was as though he was a ghost walking among the living statues.

Then, he came upon a woman crouched down, her hand outstretched toward a child. The child's face bore a look of wonder, their eyes fixed on a butterfly that had also been caught in the suspended moment. Taehyung, with a gentle and deliberate motion, crouched down beside them, his hand brushing the woman's outstretched fingers. The woman's hand dropped slowly, the child's gaze still on the butterfly.

In that singular moment, the world held its breath, and Emperor's actions were both graceful and haunting. He was a solitary figure moving through a frozen tableau of humanity, a silent observer in this surreal landscape.

Finally, he reached the beautiful man, his heart pounding with an inexplicable longing. The man remained still, his gaze fixed in the distance. Taehyung stood before him, captivated by the man's beauty and the mystery that surrounded him.

Taehyung still in daze, started observing his features, his gaze fell upon his eyes, orbs of liquid obsidian that held the secrets of a thousand galaxies. They were deep and mysterious, like the boundless depths of the night sky, where stars whispered their stories to those who dared to gaze upon them. His gaze was intense, a magnetic force that drew you into a world of wonder and intrigue.

Beneath those captivating eyes lay the canvas of his face, a work of art so harmonious that it left even the most accomplished painters envious. His skin, porcelain and flawless, seemed to glow with an inner light, casting a soft radiance that enveloped those lucky enough to be in his presence.