Jeon Jungkook' D.ŕ

《The heart beats evenly and rhythmically. What do long years matter to me! After all, under the arch on Galernaya Our shadows forever.》

In those distant times, in those centuries when the sea roared and warriors raised their swords, Taehyung waited for the day when he could finally find peace, find freedom for his wounded soul. The prince, whose heart, whose eyes were locked in the palace, relentlessly awaited his beloved. Waited and believed that he would return. And that they could finally be together.

Jungkook, the prince of the Arverd kingdom, left for a duel, and exactly a month has passed since he returned. Time flies, days, weeks, and after a month, they give way to difficult years. Taehyung waits more humbly than ever; their love has always been pure, elated, precious to both of them.

And so, the day came when Jungkook finally returned. Alive, just as handsome, stately, and tall. An eligible bachelor, the courtiers immediately reported that the prince had returned home to Arverd. But... he returned a different man. Taehyung doesn't know what happened at the duel, why his beloved disappeared—no one knows, and the man simply won't talk. Jungkook became cold, withdrawn, as if he no longer harbored those elated and loving feelings for Taehyung.

《When tears fall from pain... When the heart beats with fear... When the soul hides from the light... When grief tears your whole life apart... You sit quietly in silence... Close your eyes and realize that you are tired... Tell yourself alone... I will be happy! No matter what!

《You know...Angels get tired one day.... From someone's lies... betrayal and pain... From the promises that you give, You won't have the willpower to restrain them...

Taehyung and Jungkook didn't speak for a week, and Jungkook didn't want to. He didn't want to approach his lover, as if he no longer loved him, no longer desired him. His heart sank. Taehyung couldn't understand, didn't know what to do. He'd been waiting, and everything was supposed to be fine. But somehow, things had changed so abruptly, it frightened him.

That evening, when the sun gave way to a beautiful sunset, Taehyung decided to talk to understand everything and find out what had happened. But apparently the older man wasn't in the mood for communication.

I don't know whether you are alive or dead,— You can be found on earth Or only in the evening duma It is bright to grieve for the deceased.

Everything is for you: and daily prayer, And the languid heat of insomnia, And the white flock of my poems, And the blue fire of my eyes.

No one has ever been more intimate to me, So no one tormented me like that, Even he who betrayed to torment, Even the one who caressed and forgot.