MONSTER | VKOOK

┌THIRTY┐

Within the coffin enclosed by briar rose, laid a young man, enfolded by flowers, wearing a crown made of white lilies and roses and a bouquet in his hands as he remained deep inside his peaceful slumber with no trace of waking up.

The white, graceful fabric of the dress descended on the soft green grass, amidst the forest with the chimes of birds forfeiting long ago, animals convened, gradually drawing towards the prince on the splendid, decorated basket.

Glimmers of the sun that dazzled above the sky illuminated the prince, doves alighted onto the veil that stowed the boy's delicate features underneath. Withered and decayed flowers and leaves throughout the forest.

The animals began to be cautioned as the faint rustles rang with every single step he took, merging along with the footsteps, trailing the heart that called out his name, like a gentle whisper that ascended far afar and wide.

The gray hue scattered across the sky spread the dusk among the horizon, as the sun slowly began to disappear behind the monochrome gray clouds. From wintery sloped, above the world below. Like feathers, shimmering white that the birds bestowed; fluttering falling snow started to topple over the prince.

He, who marched towards the coffin, knelt and cast aside the white veil from the prince's intricate features; skin as pale as the snow in winter, ebony long lashes reposed exquisitely over his cheeks, kissable cranberry red lips. Only a look of the fair prince, pierced within his heart like a bullet.

Pushing away a path full of thorns and roses, he leaned, pressing his lips against the soft ones of the prince's. Throughout the kiss, he gradually pulled away, seeing the prince opening his eyes, blinking, and looking at his dark irises, muddled and unclear.

"Greetings to you, my prince." He said, kindness and gentleness deluging from his voice, warm eyes bolting the prince's tender-hearted ones, big and doe-eyes. His lissom fingers traveled towards his lips, grazing the mole beneath his bottom lip.

Flushing red, the prince hid his face away from the heat. Sheltered in the shadows cast by his sleeve over the young prince.

Just the two together waiting, embracing tight.

Frozen breath, hand in hand, interchanged their smiles and feelings.

"My dearest prince, you're the only one I can believe..." The white dress swarmed, as the savior elevated his prince, and the boy's stomach leaned against his head and hands gripped emphatically on his shoulders. "And I beg of you, please, take me from here and set me free."

"I'd dedicate to you even my last breath, your Highness."

What appeared to be a reality, felt like a dream. Fiddling with the ebony black hair that came across his frail fingers, Jungkook held onto his feelings before his love burst everything into red, a sensation of frenzy taking over his heart.

"Won't you please set aside the burdens of life and come with me to the dance?"

Jungkook bashfully smiled to himself, flustered for being in the arms of the man that preserved his life, waking him up from a terrible nightmare with a kiss, in the middle of the forest, with the animals that Jungkook impressed and befriended with his kindness, raved for the two.

"T-Taehyung-" was this a dream? Was it? Everything seemed too beautiful to be real. Too unrealistic. Too far-fetched. Too idealistic.