MELODY || Jikook ||

♬ forgiveness and a moonlit intrusion ♬

Hyuri and Jimin, having returned to the harem from the King's chamber, settled in Jimin's own chamber. Jimin was seated on his bed, still recovering. Hyuri, always attentive to Jimin's needs, sat beside him, concern etched on her face."Master, do you require anything?" Hyuri inquired, her voice laced with worry. "Water, perhaps?"

Jimin, his gaze tired but grateful for Hyuri's presence, shook his head gently. "No, thank you, Hyuri. I don't need anything at the moment."Hyuri nodded, maintaining her watchful eye over Jimin's well-being.
"If there's anything you need, I'll be here."Jimin managed a faint smile, appreciative of Hyuri's dedication. "Thank you, Hyuri. Your company is all I need for now."

As they conversed, a sudden knock echoed at the door. Hyuri and Jimin turned to find some concubines standing there, exuding nervousness. Anger flickered across hyuris face as she abruptly and harshly uttered, "What do you want now?" Sensing the tension, Jimin, in a soft tone, gently urged Hyuri, "Please, don't be rude Hyuri let them come."

After hearing Jimin's reprimand, Hyuri still simmered with anger because of the concubines' lack of trust in their master. They implied he was a third-party, which stung. However, out of respect for her master, Hyuri withheld her response. Following Jimin's gesture, she allowed the concubines to enter without saying a word, respecting her master's decision.

As they made their entrance, the concubines knelt before Jimin, their voices tinged with regret, "Jimin, we are truly sorry for not trusting you. Please forgive us." Jimin, ever the compassionate soul, responded with a warmth that touched their hearts, "Please, there's no need for apologies. It's not your fault. You simply expressed what you observed. I never held you responsible for any consequences. Please, don't apologize. You are all like sisters to me."

Jimin's words resonated deeply with the concubines, evoking a sense of relief and gratitude. As they rose to their feet, their voices trembled with emotion, expressing their appreciation, "We are truly sorry, Jimin, your kindness knows no bounds.You have a heart of gold.
We hope to regain your trust in the future,'' one of them spoke on behalf of the group, seeking his forgiveness.

Jimin, nodding reassuringly, replied, ''Your trust and support are invaluable to me. Let's put this behind us, and I'm here for all of you.''The concubines bowed in gratitude, murmuring their thanks before taking their leave, their hearts lightened by Jimin's compassionate nature. As the door closed behind them, Jimin heaved a sigh, feeling a sense of closure and relief.

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Jungkook sat lost in his thoughts, reminiscing about the days Jimin had been in his chamber, his eyes caught sight of something slightly protruding from between the bed's edge. Curiosity piqued, he leaned over and reached for the object, carefully dislodging it.What he held in his hand was a delicate and ornate hairpin, a shiny pink butterfly, its craftsmanship intricate and beautiful. Jungkook's breath hitched as he recognized it—it was Jimin's. Memories of their interactions, the melodies, and the moments they'd shared flashed through his mind. The hairpin held a special place in those memories.He cradled it in his palm, turning it over, feeling the weight of its significance. Its delicate design embodied the elegance and grace that was uniquely Jimin. A soft smile graced Jungkook's face as he reminisced about Jimin's presence in his chamber.

The absence of Jimin's warmth and companionship was felt keenly by the King. He yearned for the gentle presence that had brightened his days while Jimin was recovering. This small memento, left behind, was a silent reminder of those moments.
He turned the hairpin over, he contemplated the significance of this simple yet meaningful artifact. He tucked the hairpin safely away, a symbol of the treasured moments he had shared with Jimin during those days.

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Jimin, under the gentle moonlight filtering through the window, sat in contemplation. Tonight, he was different—without his usual veil, his golden locks cascaded around him. The serene glow of the moon kissed his features, revealing the delicate contours of his face and the sincerity in his eyes.He sat lost in thought, the absence of the flute from his hands tonight emphasizing his pensive mood. The melodies usually filling the night air with ethereal tunes were replaced by the sound of silence. The tranquility of the room seemed to echo the stillness within his heart.

Suddenly Jimin heard a sound and he looked around, but couldn't spot anything. Startled, he hastily donned his veil, and cautiously treaded toward the window to investigate. In an instant, someone leaped in through the window, shattering the tranquility. Jimin's heart raced uncontrollably, his breath caught in his throat, and a shrill scream escaped his lips, echoing the sheer terror that gripped him in that moment.

To be continued....

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