MELODY || Jikook ||

♬ king's promises ♬

The sun cast its golden rays across the vast kingdom, illuminating the majestic palace with an ethereal glow. Inside his chamber, King Jungkook stood in quiet contemplation, the weight of an important decision resting heavily on his shoulders.the he stood by the grand window, the sunlight streaming in, painting the chamber with warmth.His demeanor was composed, hands folded behind his back, gazing out onto the bustling palace grounds.

A soft utterance, spoken with reverence, pierced the calm. The endearing words, "my king," danced through the air, reaching Jungkook's ears with a gentle grace that caused his heart to flutter in an unexpected rhythm. The interruption, a mere whisper of a voice, carried an air of familiarity and warmth, stirring emotions within him. In a heartbeat, Jungkook pivoted, his poised stature facing the source of the familiar voice.

There, in the threshold, stood Jimin, Jungkook's breath caught in his chest as he beheld Jimin's presence.an embodiment of grace and elegance, his slender figure adorned in attire that accentuated his ethereal aura. The mesmerizing sight of Jimin's long, blond locks, meticulously pinned with the very butterfly hairpin, evoked a tender sentiment within the king. Each strand seemed to capture the essence of Jimin's ethereal allure, adding an extra layer of grace to his appearance.

In that suspended moment, time seemed to hold its breath, allowing the king to take in the sight of the person who held a cherished place in his heart.
Despite the veil obscuring a portion of Jimin's features, it seemed inconsequential, for it couldn't conceal the inherent beauty that emanated from him.

Jimin felt a subtle unease settle upon him as his eyes met the king's intense gaze. His usually confident demeanor faltered momentarily under the weight of King Jungkook's piercing stare. The tall and imposing figure before him, draped in regal attire, exuded a commanding aura that made Jimin's heart skip a beat.

Jungkook's intense gaze seemed to hold an unspoken depth, a silent communication that stirred an unfamiliar flutter within Jimin's chest. His cheeks warmed, a subtle blush painting his features, as he found himself squirming under the king's unwavering stare. The way Jungkook's eyes studied him with such intent, conveying both determination and a hint of tenderness, made Jimin momentarily fidget, feeling shyness wash over him. The sheer intensity of the king's presence and the depth of his gaze made him feel oddly self-conscious.

"Jimin," King Jungkook uttered softly, taking a deliberate step forward, closing the distance between them with a sense of purpose.

As Jungkook moved closer, Jimin felt a rush of warmth surge through him, his cheeks flushing with a delicate shade of pink once more. The king's deliberate approach and the underlying tenderness in his voice had an inexplicable effect on Jimin, leaving him momentarily flustered under the weight of Jungkook's proximity.

With a gentle yet assured gesture, King Jungkook reached out, his hand extending toward Jimin's with a tenderness that belied his royal stature. The moment their hands met, a subtle warmth coursed through Jimin's veins, his pulse quickening at the gentle touch from the king.

Without a word, Jungkook guided Jimin further into the chamber, leading him towards the ornate bed. With a softness in his approach, he encouraged Jimin to take a seat.
Jimin complied, perching himself on the edge of the bed as guided by the king.

Jimin, sensing a shift in the atmosphere, sought clarification from the king.
"Your Majesty," he began, his voice soft but laced with curiosity, "May I ask what is the reason you called me here?" King , taking a composed breath, met Jimin's gaze with a steady yet contemplative expression. "There's something I wish to discuss with you," he replied, his tone gentle yet laden with a hint of gravity, indicating the importance of the impending conversation.