BROKEN BONDS DESTINED HEARTS

Chapter 15: Whispers of the Night

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The palace was bathed in soft moonlight as the evening settled in, casting a serene glow in the hallways. Jungkook sat alone in his chamber, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. The victory over the vampires, the royal visitors, and the constant presence of Jimin had ignited something deep within him-a feeling that had become impossible to ignore.

His delicate hands smoothed over the fine fabric of his hanfu as he adjusted his face veil, the one that always covered the lower half of his face. It was a symbol of his status, his duty, and in some ways, a barrier between him and the world. But tonight, despite the veil, Jungkook felt more exposed than ever.

There was a gentle knock at the door, interrupting his thoughts. "Your Highness?" Jimin's voice, steady and familiar, floated through the room.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jungkook's lips beneath the veil. "Come in," he called, his heart fluttering slightly at the sound of Jimin's voice.

Jimin entered, dressed in his usual black attire, exuding strength and calm. His eyes, however, softened the moment they landed on Jungkook. "The evening patrol is complete, and all is well," he reported, standing a little too formally in the doorway.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on him for a moment before he spoke. "Thank you, Jimin. I was wondering..." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "Would you join me for a walk tonight? There's something I need to show you."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, surprised by the request. "A walk, Your Highness? At this hour?"

Jungkook smiled beneath the veil, his eyes twinkling. "Yes, at this hour. The garden looks different at night, and there's something I've been meaning to... share with you."

There was a slight pause, but Jimin nodded. "Of course, Your Highness. I'd be honored."

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The garden was tranquil under the night sky, the air cool and filled with the scent of blooming flowers. The moon was high, casting silver light on the water, making the surface shimmer like glass. Fireflies darted in the air, their gentle glow adding a magical touch to the already ethereal scene.

Jungkook led the way along the stone path, his hands clasped in front of him. Jimin walked beside him, close enough that their hands brushed occasionally, but neither of them acknowledged it. There was a charged tension in the air, the unspoken emotions between them growing with each step.

Finally, they reached a secluded spot in the garden, where a large, ancient tree stood by a small pond. The tree's branches spread wide, casting shadows over the ground. Jungkook stopped beneath it, turning to face Jimin.

"This is my favorite place in the palace," Jungkook said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I come here when I need to think... when I need to feel free."

Jimin nodded, understanding immediately. "It's beautiful, Your Highness."

Jungkook's eyes lingered on Jimin. "It is. But it's not the place that matters tonight."

Jimin tilted his head, confused. "Your Highness?"

Jungkook took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jimin. Though the veil remained over his face, hiding his expression, his eyes were filled with something unspoken-something deep and yearning. "There's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time, Jimin," Jungkook said, his voice soft but firm. "But I couldn't find the words. So, I thought... I'd say it through a song."