The Wolf's Heart

13

I thought to make it a slow burn but I think its not my thing ...........    :-|

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The late morning sun cast a soft glow over the palace grounds, filtering through the open hallways as Jungkook made his way to the royal library. Draped in a delicate light blue hanfu, his face partially concealed by a soft, gauzy scarf, he moved with a gentle grace. He enjoyed these quiet moments when he could immerse himself in his books, away from the watchful eyes of the palace.

But as he walked, the long fabric of his hanfu twisted around his feet, tangling and throwing his balance off. Just as he stumbled forward, bracing himself for the fall, a strong arm circled around his waist, pulling him back.

Startled, Jungkook’s hands flew to his rescuer’s chest, his fingers brushing against the intricate embroidery of the dark robes. He felt the warmth radiate through the fabric, a steady heartbeat beneath his palms. With a rush of heat to his cheeks, he tightly shut his eyes, feeling the strength and security in the hold around him.

“Careful,” a deep, calm voice murmured above him. Jungkook’s lashes fluttered open, and he found himself staring into a pair of intense, dark eyes—eyes that held an unexpected gentleness, so different from the cold, reserved look they usually wore.

It was Taehyung.

Jungkook swallowed, his heart hammering as he remained caught in Taehyung’s steady grip. The world around them seemed to blur, sounds fading away until there was only the soft rise and fall of their breaths, the closeness between them. Jungkook’s scarf slipped a little, revealing the faint blush dusting his cheeks, his lips parted in surprise.

For a moment, Taehyung’s gaze lingered, his eyes tracing Jungkook’s delicate features. There was something tender in his touch, a softness that neither of them had anticipated. He slowly released his grip, but his hand lingered a moment longer, as though reluctant to let go.

Jungkook felt his chest tighten, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through him as he straightened his hanfu. “Thank you… Your Highness,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Taehyung’s lips curled in the faintest hint of a smile, his gaze still fixed on Jungkook. “Perhaps, next time, I’ll accompany you to the library. Just in case.”

With a final glance, Taehyung turned and walked away, leaving Jungkook standing in the hallway, his heart racing, his fingers still tingling from the warmth of Taehyung’s touch. The library was all but forgotten as he stared after him, a faint, hopeful spark kindling within him.