Taehyung, an orphan and mischievous young boy, fell in love at first sight with Jeon Jeongguk, promising that one day he would marry him.
Years later, Taehyung enrolls at Seoul National University, where his life intertwines with Jeongguk, a literat...
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The wind blew softly but with a serene force, carrying with it the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers. Taehyung stood there, his white shirt and pants rippling gently in the breeze, the fabric catching the light as if he were part of the landscape itself. Ahead of him, a vast lavender field stretched, the purple flowers swaying in rhythm with the wind, creating waves of color that seemed to dance in the fading sunlight.
A soft smile tugged at Taehyung's lips as he watched the flowers, their delicate beauty calming his restless thoughts. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, as if time had slowed just for him.
He sighed deeply, sinking down onto a low-hanging branch of a nearby tree, the rough bark grounding him. The serenity of the scene, however, didn’t ease the confusion that clouded his mind. His blue eyes were distant, lost in thought, when suddenly, a drop of honey fell from somewhere above and landed softly on his lips.
Jungkook’s lips lingered on Taehyung’s for a fleeting moment, a soft kiss that felt like a promise. He pulled away, his gaze softening as he looked at Taehyung’s peaceful, sleeping figure. A small pout curled on Taehyung’s lips, his face still lost in the softness of his dreams.
"Honey," Taehyung mumbled, his voice low and drowsy, as if calling out for something sweet even in his sleep. Jungkook chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection for the adorable sight before him.
"So, my blueberry was dreaming about honey," Jungkook mused with a fond smile, the thought of it warming him. He couldn’t help but imagine stocking the kitchen with jars of honey, just to make sure Taehyung always had what he wanted.
"Sleep well, my Taehyung," Jungkook whispered, his hand gently brushing through Taehyung’s hair before he quietly slipped away, his heart lingering behind.
As he left, a delicate crown of flowers had somehow appeared on Taehyung’s head, its colors bright against the soft glow of the fading day. Taehyung blinked up at the tree above, but the honey was gone, leaving only the memory of its sweetness.
The lavender field continued to sway in the breeze, a soft hum in the air that seemed to echo the calm of the moment. Taehyung sighed contentedly, his tongue slowly tracing the edge of his lips, savoring the tiny delight he had been gifted with. A fleeting moment of sweetness that stayed with him, like a dream within a dream.
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Yoongi sat alone in the dimly lit room of the Jeon house, his eyes unfocused, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. The silence was deafening, pressing in on him from all sides. Like always, memories of his parents crept into his mind, unbidden. Their faces, once so vivid in his memories, still were the same. The ache in his heart intensified, a sharp pang that seemed to pull at the very core of him.
