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Prince Jungkook, the cherished omega prince of the Starrful Pack, has long harbored a secret love for his loyal bodyguard, Alpha Jimin. Though their hearts have always been connected, neither has ever confessed their feelings.
When Jung...
The evening after the banquet was quiet. The weight of the discussions about war, alliances, and danger still clung to the palace air, but for now, the halls were hushed, as if even the walls were holding their breath. Jungkook sat alone in the palace garden, the crisp night air brushing against his skin as the leaves whispered softly in the breeze.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light over the serene landscape. It was peaceful, but Jungkook’s heart was far from calm. The thought of war, the looming vampire threat, and the responsibility that always seemed to fall onto his shoulders weighed heavily on him. He had always been the prince, the Starrful Pack’s symbol of hope and beauty. But now, with everything on the verge of chaos, he couldn’t help but feel lost.
A familiar presence drew near—Jimin. The sound of his footsteps was light, almost inaudible, as he approached from behind. Even without turning, Jungkook knew it was him. Jimin had a way of being near without being intrusive, always quietly there, watching over him like a silent protector.
Jungkook glanced up, his dark eyes catching the soft glow of the moon. "You're always there, aren’t you, Jimin?"
Jimin stepped into the moonlight, his figure outlined by the silvery glow. He nodded once, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I wouldn’t be doing my job if I wasn’t, Your Highness."
Jungkook let out a soft chuckle, though the sound was tired. "Sometimes I think you’re more than just a bodyguard."
Jimin’s eyes, usually so composed and professional, softened at Jungkook’s words. "I care about you, Jungkook. More than just as my prince."
Jungkook's breath caught in his throat for a moment. There was something about Jimin's tone—so genuine, so raw—that tugged at the walls Jungkook had built around his heart. He shifted on the stone bench, motioning for Jimin to sit beside him.
Jimin hesitated only briefly before taking a seat, his posture still somewhat formal, but his proximity brought a sense of warmth. For a while, neither of them spoke. They just sat together, the silence comfortable and filled with understanding.
Jungkook glanced up at the stars, their twinkling light reminding him of the many nights he and Jimin had spent like this. Despite all the chaos that constantly swirled around him, Jimin was the one constant—his anchor in an ever-shifting sea of responsibilities and expectations.
"Do you think we’ll win the war?" Jungkook finally asked, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, almost as if he didn’t want to voice the fear that was gnawing at him.
Jimin was quiet for a moment before responding, "We will fight with everything we have. But war... it’s never certain. All we can do is prepare and stay strong."
Jungkook nodded, though his heart still felt heavy. The uncertainty of the future frightened him, but what scared him even more was the thought of losing those he cared about—his family, his pack... and Jimin.
Jungkook turned to look at Jimin, his gaze searching. "What about you, Jimin? You’re always protecting me, always standing by my side. But who protects you?"
Jimin blinked, clearly not expecting the question. His expression softened, and for a brief moment, a flicker of vulnerability passed through his eyes. "I’ve never really thought about it," he admitted quietly. "I guess... I’ve always just seen it as my duty to protect you."
"But you’re more than just my protector," Jungkook said, his voice gentle but firm. "You’re my friend, Jimin. You’ve always been there for me, and I don’t want you to feel like you have to carry that burden alone."
Jimin’s gaze met Jungkook’s, and for a long moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging in the air. It wasn’t just loyalty that had kept Jimin by Jungkook’s side all these years. There was something deeper, something that neither of them had ever fully acknowledged.
"You don’t have to say anything," Jungkook whispered, sensing the conflict in Jimin’s eyes. "But I want you to know that you’re important to me, Jimin. Not just because you’re my bodyguard, but because you’re... you."
Jimin’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his eyes betraying the storm of emotions swirling within him. He reached out, hesitating for only a moment before resting his hand gently over Jungkook’s. The touch was warm, steady—comforting in a way that words could never be.
"I will always be here for you, Jungkook," Jimin said, his voice low and sincere. "No matter what happens. War, peace... I’ll stay by your side."
Jungkook’s heart ached at Jimin’s words, but it was a bittersweet ache—one filled with gratitude, affection, and something else he wasn’t quite ready to name.
"I know," Jungkook whispered, his fingers curling slightly under Jimin’s hand, holding onto the warmth, the connection. "And I’ll always be here for you too."
They sat like that for what felt like hours, the moon slowly climbing higher into the night sky. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was filled with all the things they couldn’t say, all the emotions they couldn’t fully express. But in that silence, there was understanding. They didn’t need words to know that they were each other’s strength, each other’s safe place in a world that was growing darker by the day.
As the night grew colder, Jungkook finally broke the silence, his voice soft. "Do you think there’s a way to stop all this? The war, the fighting...?"
Jimin’s hand squeezed Jungkook’s gently before releasing it. "I don’t know," he admitted. "But we’ll fight for peace, for our pack, and for the people we care about. That’s all we can do."
Jungkook nodded, though the thought of war still weighed heavily on his mind. "I’m just scared," he whispered, his vulnerability showing for the first time that night. "I’m scared of losing everything."
Jimin’s gaze softened even more, and he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Jungkook’s face. "You won’t lose me," he said, his voice filled with quiet determination. "No matter what happens, you won’t lose me."
Jungkook’s heart stuttered at the gentleness of Jimin’s touch, the sincerity in his words. He felt a lump form in his throat but managed to nod. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Jimin stood up slowly, extending a hand to Jungkook. "Come on. Let’s get you inside. It’s getting cold."
Jungkook hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on Jimin’s outstretched hand before finally taking it. As Jimin pulled him to his feet, their hands lingered for just a moment longer than necessary, the warmth between them a silent promise.
They walked back to the palace in silence, the moonlight casting their shadows long across the cobblestones. But the quiet wasn’t empty—it was filled with the knowledge that, no matter what the future held, they had each other.
And for now, that was enough.
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ALREADY WROTE 47 CHAPTERS VERY EXCITED TO UPLOAD THEM BUT THE RESPONSE IS NOT GOOD THATS WHY SLOW UPLOADING 👀
