Secrecy Untold

New and Forbidden

The grand hall reverberated with the soft strains of a violin, each note echoing the silent turmoil within Yoongi. His eyes were fixed on the marble floor, the ornate patterns blurring in his rage. Yoongi, already feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him, felt his anger intensify. He stood at the altar, an imposing figure in his tailored suit, his jaw clenched tight. Then, a gasp escaped his lips. The music swelled, the doors at the end of the aisle opened, and there he was, the source of his torment, the man he was supposed to marry.

Hoseok.

The roar of the crowd seemed to fade as Hoseok stepped into the light at the end of the aisle. His father, a stern man with a face carved from granite, held his arm tightly, his gaze fixed ahead. Yoongi, standing at the altar, felt a strange knot of anger twist in his chest. This was all wrong. This wasn't about love or happiness, it was about power and control, a suffocating web woven by his grandfather.

He was even more beautiful than Yoongi last remembered.

A broken, helpless figure, curled up on the floor, desperate, and filled with a pain that sent a shiver down Yoongi's spine. face contorted in agony.

But now it was different. Yoongi's gaze, despite his rage, was drawn to Hoseok, an effortless beauty in a white tuxedo. His dark hair, usually styled with a playful messiness, was swept back, revealing a sharp jawline. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were filled with… something else. A flicker of sadness? Acceptance? Yoongi couldn't decipher it. But they were mesmerizing, like pools of molten gold. His lips, always curving into a gentle smile, were now set in a firm line, and his skin, usually kissed by the sun, was paler than usual.

The air hung heavy with tension, thick with the scent of lilies and the murmurs of the assembled guests. Hoseok, dressed in a suit that felt like a costume, felt a cold knot form in his stomach as he stood beside Yoongi. Their eyes met briefly, both reflecting the same silent despair.

The priest's voice droned on, but Yoongi only heard the rhythmic thump of his own pulse in his ears. He was trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, a maelstrom of anger, resentment, and an unexpected, overwhelming attraction.

'Do you, Min Yoongi, take Jung Hoseok to be your lawfully wedded husband?' The priest's booming voice pierced the suffocating silence.

Yoongi's gaze flickered towards the stained-glass window, the kaleidoscopic colors a hazy blur. He could see Taehyung's face, his eyes filled with an unbearable sadness. He remembered their promise, whispered in the hushed intimacy of their privacy, a vow of forever that felt definitely more real than the one he was about to make.

Yoongi saw Taehyung's face etched with heartbreak, his words echoing in Yoongi's ears.

'I promise, Yoongi, my love, my soul, my everything belongs to you.'

As the priest waited, his smile faltering, Hoseok and Yoongi stood frozen, their bodies refusing to move. Their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment of their shared pain, their shared betrayal.

'I... I do,' he whispered, his voice barely audible.

A wave of nausea washed over Hoseok. He closed his eyes, the image of August's face, his warm smile, his loving touch, flashing before him. He remembered August's voice, husky and tender, promising a love that transcended distance and circumstance.

'And do you, Jung Hoseok, take Min Yoongi to be your lawfully wedded husband?'

Hoseok felt the tears prick his eyes. The question was a physical blow, a betrayal of everything he held dear.

'I... I do,' he choked out, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth.

The priest, oblivious to the turmoil raging within them, continued, 'Now, as a symbol of your love and commitment, please kiss each other.'