Kim Taehyung

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In a kingdom where silks mingled with chainmail, and palace intrigues were as sharp as blades, lived Prince Jungkook. His heart, like a precious jewel, was given to one man—the knight Taehyung. Taehyung, whose loyalty was unwavering and whose gaze was full of tenderness, reciprocated the prince's feelings. But their love was forbidden, like a flower blooming in the shade, doomed never to see the sun.

Fate, cruel and inexorable, decreed a different path for Jungkook. Duty to the kingdom, to his people, demanded an alliance with a princess from a neighboring state. And so, on his wedding day, when the golden threads of the bride's embroidery shone brighter than the sun and crowds of courtiers whispered, Prince Jungkook stood at the altar. Beside him, in shining armor, like a silent guard, stood Taehyung. His face, usually so vibrant, was impenetrable, but in the depths of his eyes, which met the prince's only for a moment, all the pain in the world was visible.

The celebration was over. Fanfares blared, wine flowed, but for Taehyung, it was all just a backdrop to a single thought: how to save his prince from this bitter fate. When the last guests had left and the courtyard had fallen silent, Taehyung, still clad in his armor, approached Jungkook. Without a word, he carefully but firmly scooped the prince into his arms, as if he were a fragile flower.

He carried him through empty corridors, past sleeping guards, to where moonlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating a secluded corner of the palace garden. A place where no one could see them, where their secret love could, if only for a moment, breathe freely. "I missed you, Your Highness." Taehyung chuckled, noticing the boy's frown. "Don't like it when I call you that?" Kim touched his cheek with his fingers. "You naughty boy."