The Wolf's Heart

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Jungkook stood in the heart of his family’s palace garden, the soft rustle of leaves blending with the melody he hummed under his breath. The sun bathed the landscape in a gentle glow, casting long shadows on the stone path. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mixing with the fresh scent of earth as he carefully watered the plants. His delicate fingers brushed over the petals, almost as if he were petting them, coaxing them to grow.

He wore a pale pink hanfu, the light fabric flowing around him like a breeze, the silver threads glinting in the sunlight. The robe clung to his lithe form, the soft color enhancing the warmth of his complexion. His hair, a deep brown, cascaded past his shoulders in waves, glowing like silk under the rays. It framed his face in the most perfect way, accentuating his soft features—a flawless visage that no girl could ever rival. His eyes, dark and serene, sparkled with the gentleness of someone who believed in the beauty of the world around him.

As he bent down to tend to a patch of delicate white roses, a small, mischievous smile tugged at his lips. His lips, soft and full, held a small mole just beneath his lower lip, a mark that only those close to him knew. It was the kind of beauty that took your breath away, and yet Jungkook seemed utterly unaware of it. His thoughts were far from his appearance, focused only on the task at hand.

With every movement, he seemed to dance in harmony with the world, a quiet grace in everything he did. His wolf, Kookoo, stirred within him, as if sensing the peace that filled his heart. The bond between them was unspoken, yet so profound. Kookoo was his protector, his confidant, the silent observer of his every move.

"Young Master, your brother requests your presence," a voice called out softly behind him.

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder to see a servant, bowing respectfully. He straightened, smoothing down the front of his hanfu.

"Tell him I’ll be there shortly," Jungkook replied, his voice as gentle as his touch on the plants.

The servant hesitated before stepping back, and Jungkook turned back to his task, lost in his thoughts once more. His heart fluttered with the thought of his brother. Despite his parent's love and the adoration of the palace, his brother's coldness stung deeper than any wound. Jungkook had learned long ago that some things could never be healed by gentle hands alone.

As the water soaked into the soil, he couldn’t help but wonder about the coming festival. The one that would bring together alphas from every clan. Rumors had already begun to swirl, stories of princes and warriors, of ancient traditions that bound fates in unbreakable ways.

Would his destiny be intertwined with someone there?

He shook his head lightly, brushing off the thought. The future could wait, for now, he had his garden. For now, he had Kookoo. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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