BROKEN BONDS DESTINED HEARTS

Chapter 4: A Walk Amongst the Stars

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The morning sun cast a warm glow over the Starrful Pack’s village, the sky above clear and blue. It was the perfect day for Prince Jungkook to take his usual walk through the pack’s lands. This was something he enjoyed—being amongst his people, speaking with them, and showing them that he was not just a distant prince but someone who cared deeply for every life under his protection.

Jungkook stood before a large mirror in his chambers, adjusting the soft silks of his hanfu. The outfit, a deep emerald green and gold, flowed elegantly over his lean figure, the material delicate and shimmering in the light. The embroidery depicted celestial patterns, stars and moons intricately woven into the fabric, a nod to the name of their pack. His long black hair cascaded down his back, partially tied with a golden ribbon that matched the accents on his clothing. His beauty, as always, was nothing short of ethereal. His features were delicate yet striking—smooth, alabaster skin, a perfectly defined jawline, and dark doe eyes that held a depth that could entrance anyone who gazed into them for too long.

However, as an unmarked omega, there was one last piece of his attire he had to wear in public—a face veil. He gently lifted the thin, translucent fabric, covering the lower half of his face. The veil, though light and soft, seemed to emphasize the mystery and grace that surrounded him, allowing only his captivating eyes to be fully seen. Jungkook understood the tradition, though at times he wished he could show his full self without restriction. But, until he was marked, this was his fate.

A soft knock on the door broke his thoughts.

“Your Highness,” Jimin’s familiar voice called from the other side, “everything is ready for your walk.”

Jungkook’s heart gave a tiny flutter at the sound of Jimin’s voice, though he quickly composed himself. He stepped away from the mirror, smoothing his hanfu one last time, and moved toward the door. As he opened it, his eyes met Jimin’s, who stood waiting with his usual composed expression. But there was something in the way Jimin looked at him—something that made Jungkook’s heart skip a beat. Love, admiration, devotion... it was all there, just beneath the surface.

“Shall we go?” Jungkook asked softly, his voice slightly muffled by the veil.

Jimin nodded, his eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. “As you wish, Your Highness.”

Together, they made their way through the palace corridors and out into the village. As they walked, the palace guards stood tall, offering respectful bows, but Jungkook waved them off gently, insisting they relax. This was not a formal occasion; it was just him walking amongst his people, something he always made time for.

As soon as they stepped into the village, the atmosphere shifted. Pack members were busy with their daily routines—merchants setting up stalls, children playing in the streets, farmers tending to their crops. But as soon as they noticed Jungkook, everything slowed. Eyes turned toward him, smiles breaking out on the faces of those who saw their prince approaching.

“Prince Jungkook!” A child’s voice called out excitedly.

Jungkook’s eyes softened, as he turned toward the voice. A young boy came running up, clutching a small bundle of flowers in his hand. His clothes were simple, dirt smudging his cheeks from playing outside, but his smile was bright.

“Your Highness, I picked these for you!” the boy exclaimed, holding out the flowers.

Jungkook crouched down to the boy’s level, his hands gently accepting the bouquet. Though his face was hidden behind the veil, the warmth in his eyes was undeniable. “Thank you. These are beautiful,” he said softly, his voice full of kindness.

The boy beamed, glancing shyly at Jimin, who stood behind Jungkook. “Can I give him flowers too?” he asked.

Jimin blinked, slightly taken aback but quickly smiled. He leaned down slightly, his eyes crinkling with warmth. “I’d be honored,” he said, though his gaze briefly flicked to Jungkook, his expression softening in a way that was too quick to notice.

The boy handed Jimin a single flower, which Jimin accepted with a gracious nod. The moment was simple, but to Jungkook, it was everything. He lived for these small, precious interactions with his pack—moments that reminded him that, despite the responsibilities and looming threats, there was still goodness in the world.

As they continued through the village, more pack members gathered to greet him. Old women offered blessings, merchants handed over small tokens of gratitude, and children waved eagerly from the sidelines. Jungkook’s reputation was one of kindness and compassion. His people adored him, not just because he was their prince, but because he cared for them with all his heart.

“He’s just like his mother,” one elder whispered to her companion as Jungkook passed by, her eyes filled with admiration. “So gentle, so wise.”

Jungkook overheard the comment and felt a soft pang in his chest. His mother, the queen, had always been his guiding light, and hearing that he carried her grace with him was both comforting and bittersweet.

As they walked, Jungkook would glance at Jimin from time to time, watching the way his bodyguard moved with quiet strength and alertness. Jimin’s gaze was always scanning the surroundings, making sure everything was safe, but there were moments when their eyes met—moments when Jungkook could see something deeper in Jimin’s expression. Love, perhaps. Or something more.

Jungkook’s mind drifted to the first time they had met, years ago. He had been much younger then, still learning the intricacies of his royal duties, and Jimin had been newly appointed as his personal bodyguard. At first, Jungkook had been hesitant. Jimin was an alpha, and though they were of the same pack, Jungkook wasn’t sure how to act around him. But Jimin had proven himself quickly—not just through his strength and skill but through his unwavering loyalty and quiet compassion. From that day forward, Jungkook had always felt safe when Jimin was by his side.

As if sensing Jungkook’s thoughts, Jimin’s gaze flicked toward him, their eyes meeting once again. For a brief moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them standing in the village square.

“You seem deep in thought, Your Highness,” Jimin said, his voice low and gentle.

Jungkook blinked, snapping out of his reverie. He smiled, though it was hidden by the veil. “I was just thinking about how much things have changed... and how much they’ve stayed the same.”

Jimin raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh?”

Jungkook turned to face him fully, the moonlight catching the soft fabric of his hanfu as it shimmered in the evening glow. “I was remembering when we first met. How uncertain I was about everything. But now... I feel like I’ve grown. And I think a lot of that is because of you.”

Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, clearly caught off guard by the compliment. “I... I’ve only done what I was assigned to do, Your Highness.”

“No,” Jungkook said, his voice soft but firm. “You’ve done more than that. You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t ask you to be. You’ve been my friend, Jimin. And I’ll always be grateful for that.”

For a moment, Jimin seemed at a loss for words. His gaze softened, and Jungkook could see the unspoken emotions swirling in his eyes—emotions he had always been too disciplined to voice. But in that moment, it was clear. Jimin cared for him, deeply.

“I’ll always be by your side,” Jimin finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jungkook nodded, his heart swelling with a mixture of gratitude and something else—something that felt warm and fragile, like the first stirrings of spring after a long winter.

As they continued their walk through the village, the pack members continued to shower their prince with love and admiration. And though the war still loomed in the distance, for now, there was peace. And in that peace, Jungkook found strength in the knowledge that he was not alone.

Jimin would always be there. And that, perhaps, was all he truly needed.

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