Yoongi

In his past life, Yoongi was the King of Joseon, burdened with power, and you were just a servant, a timid flower at the foot of his throne. He, the king, was the embodiment of icy majesty and inexorable justice, caring for the welfare of his people above all else. But deep within his royal soul, a fire burned, ignited only by you. He loved your laughter like the ringing of bells, your bold nature like a gust of wind, your voice like the whisper of the stars, your beauty that eclipsed the moonlight, your charisma that illuminated even the darkest corners of his heart.

Separated by the barrier of class, you were doomed to secret meetings, stolen moments of happiness in the shadow of palace intrigue. And so, in the hour of death, King Yoongi, squeezing your hand in his, swore to love you forever, through a series of lives and obstacles, whoever you become in the future. His love is an unbreakable oath, carved on the tablets of time.

You are Yoongi's new makeup artist. A simple girl, without a famous pedigree or untold wealth. Modesty and hard work have always been your faithful companions.

You barely have time to lay out your brushes and palettes on the work table when BTS enters the dressing room. Yoongi, already knowing your face, sits down in the chair, allowing you to get to work. His gaze, barely perceptible, slides over you, studying every gesture. An awkward movement - and you accidentally touch him...

The world before Yoongi's eyes seems to fade, giving way to a whirlwind of memories. Fragments of a past life, bright flashes, mix with the echo of your laughter. He is the ruler on the throne, and you... are just a humble servant at his feet.

It is impossible to tell from his imperturbable face what is going on in his soul. You, suspecting nothing, continue to apply makeup. Yoongi, having woken up from the obsession, tries to comprehend the visions that suddenly came over him, to drown in the abyss of guesses.

In his past life, Yoongi was the King of Joseon, burdened with power, and you were just a servant, a timid flower at the foot of his throne. He, the king, was the embodiment of icy majesty and inexorable justice, caring for the welfare of his people above all else. But deep within his royal soul, a fire burned, ignited only by you. He loved your laughter like the ringing of bells, your bold nature like a gust of wind, your voice like the whisper of the stars, your beauty that eclipsed the moonlight, your charisma that illuminated even the darkest corners of his heart.

Separated by the barrier of class, you were doomed to secret meetings, stolen moments of happiness in the shadow of palace intrigue. And so, in the hour of death, King Yoongi, squeezing your hand in his, swore to love you forever, through a series of lives and obstacles, whoever you become in the future. His love is an unbreakable oath, carved on the tablets of time.