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"Jimin, my baby, come here. Good job!" The woman's voice, tender as a lullaby, filled the spacious chamber with warmth. She knelt on the marble floor, her arms outstretched in an embrace that seemed to promise safety and love. Her smile, radiant like the first light of dawn, beamed at her son as he took unsteady, wobbly steps toward her. His tiny legs faltered, yet his lips—a deep red, like wine pressed in the height of autumn—curled into a joyful grin.

He was her pride, her heart's most delicate treasure.

That child, with hair spun from threads of golden sunlight, soft and fine like the silk woven in distant lands. His skin was flawless, alabaster and milky, as if sculpted by the gods themselves. His lips were plush, crimson, always carrying the faintest hint of a smile. And those cheeks—rosy and round, like blushing apples at harvest—invited her affection. But what captured the soul were his eyes—those deep, azure pools that held all the wonder and mystery of the vast, endless seas.

—Those blue eyes.—

They reflected the skies, the oceans, the boundless world beyond the castle walls. They held within them the innocence of a child but also an ancient wisdom, a tenderness that pierced her heart every time she looked into them.

"Oh, my love," she whispered, her voice a delicate murmur, cradling her little boy in her arms as if he were the most fragile of glass. Jimin clung to her, his small hands barely encircling her neck. Then, in his usual way, he pulled back, his chubby fingers grasping her cheeks. His tiny hands were soft as petals, and he babbled incomprehensible words that only a mother's heart could understand.

He was her mirror. Her joy.

"My love, are you training him to walk?" The king's deep, warm voice echoed from behind, filling the room with a comforting presence. His words carried the tenderness of a man who had everything—his queen, his child, his kingdom.

She turned to meet her husband's gaze, the man who ruled a vast kingdom yet had the gentleness to kneel for their son. His presence was both commanding and serene, like the calm before a summer storm. "Of course, look at him. He'll be running before we know it," she replied, her smile never fading, as if their love was a constant that even time itself couldn't alter.

Jimin, hearing his father's voice, turned and laughed—an infectious, innocent sound that lit up the room. The king smiled in return, stepping closer, his hand resting on his queen's shoulder as he admired their boy.

"My love, please. What are you doing out of bed?" the queen chided softly, concern knitting her brows together. "You're unwell. You need to rest." Her voice, though gentle, carried the weight of worry.

But the king's eyes, now fixed on his son, were filled with a love that erased all other concerns. "Don't worry about me," he replied with a smile that seemed to dismiss any notion of illness. "Look at him—he wants me."

And how could she argue? Their boy, with those gleaming eyes and that innocent smile, had already raised his hands toward his father, eager to be held. The queen sighed, though a smile tugged at her lips, and handed Jimin to his father.

As she did, the little boy's lips parted, and in a small, breathy voice, he said, "Dad."

The king's laughter was rich and deep, filling the room like a melody, as he lifted his son high into the air. Jimin's soft, rosy cheeks were kissed, the king's lips lingering there, as if he wanted to freeze this moment in time.

Their life, at that moment, was perfect. A portrait of happiness painted with the purest hues of love and contentment.

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*Five years later:*

Time, like a cruel thief, had robbed the kingdom of its peace. The once-happy land was draped in shadows, and the air, once filled with laughter, was heavy with grief. The king—betrayed by those he called friends—was gone, taken too soon by the poison of treachery. His death had shattered the queen's heart, leaving her a widow in a world that had grown cold and unforgiving.

For the kingdom, it was a tragedy. For the queen, it was the end of all light.

Jimin, now six, had grown taller but still bore the soft features of his youth. His blond hair had darkened slightly, but his eyes—those blue eyes—remained as striking as ever, filled with the same innocent wonder. His face, a blend of his father's strength and his mother's grace, was the embodiment of bittersweet memories.

He was loved by all, adored by the people, for he was not just the heir to the throne but the living memory of the king they had lost. Yet for his mother, Jimin was both her salvation and her sorrow. He was the child she had poured all her love into, even as she mourned the man she had lost.

She would often watch him in silence, her eyes filled with unshed tears. In his laughter, she could hear faint echoes of her husband's voice. In his smile, she could see the king's unwavering strength. But it was those blue eyes—those sea-like eyes—that reminded her most of the man she had loved and lost.

There was one constant in their lives, a steady presence amid the chaos—William. The son of the Duke, William had been loyal to the king and queen from the beginning. He was Jimin's dearest friend, and now, after the king's death, he had become almost like a brother. His loyalty was unshakable, a bond forged in love and honor.

Everywhere Jimin went, William followed. He was his protector, his confidant, his shadow. The people often whispered that William's devotion to the royal family was more than just duty—it was love.

In the cold silence of the castle, William's presence was a lifeline, a reminder that not all bonds are broken by death.

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In the vast expanse of the royal garden, the soft breeze carried the scent of blossoming flowers, rustling the leaves of the ancient apple tree. On one of its sturdy branches sat a charming, sweet six-year-old boy, his legs dangling as he gazed up at his seven-year-old companion with a smile that could brighten the dimmest day.

"Oh, I caught it, Jimin!" William called out triumphantly, holding a red apple high above his head. His eyes sparkled with pride as he looked down at Jimin, who sat a little higher up the tree.

"Haha, how does it taste, William?" Jimin's wide, innocent grin spread across his face, lighting up his delicate features. William, smiling as brightly, lowered himself slightly to hand Jimin the apple.

"You taste it, my love. It's yours. I wanted to bring it to you," William replied with a warm, almost protective smile. His tone carried a depth of affection far beyond his years, though it remained innocent.

Jimin blinked in surprise, taking the apple with a tilt of his head. "William, why do you always call me that lately?" His voice was filled with innocent curiosity. The way William frequently called him 'my love' had started to catch his attention.

William descended from the tree with ease, landing softly on the grass. "Come on, I'll help you down, and then I'll tell you," he added, extending his arms upward to assist Jimin. The younger boy carefully started his descent, the tree's rough bark brushing against his small hands. When Jimin was close enough, William gently grasped him around the waist, lowering him to the ground with care.

"Because we're going to get married when we grow up," William said matter-of-factly, his hands still resting on Jimin's waist as he smiled innocently. His words were filled with the certainty only children possess—pure and unwavering.

Jimin's cheeks flushed slightly as he grinned, his laughter—a soft, melodic sound that everyone adored—filled the air. "Haha, then I will wait for you, William," he replied with a sincerity that caught William off guard.

"Really, Jimin?" William asked, his voice rising in excitement, his eyes widening with joy.

Jimin nodded, his smile unwavering. "Hmm, yes. I want to marry you," he added, his innocent gaze filled with trust and affection. For now, they were just two children, unburdened by the complexities of the future.

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Meanwhile, within the palace walls, the queen sat in solitude, her heart heavy with grief. Though she wore the crown, she carried a weight far heavier than her title—an unbearable sadness that gnawed at her soul. The king, her beloved husband, was gone, and her world had dimmed since that fateful day. But she stayed strong for Jimin, her precious son, who knew nothing of the tragedy that had befallen their family.

Jimin still believed his father had traveled to another kingdom, as the queen had told him. He awaited his return with the innocence of a child who didn't understand loss. And for Jimin's sake, the queen bore her sorrow in silence, her strength never faltering in his presence.

But even the strongest walls had cracks. The neighboring kingdom, long an enemy to her people, saw an opportunity in her grief. With her strength diminished, they launched a sudden and brutal attack, sending their army to lay siege to her borders.

The queen appointed Duke Hamon, William's father, a man as loyal as he was brave, to lead her army. He marched into battle with her troops, but what they found on the battlefield was not ordinary. The enemy soldiers were unlike any they had faced before—they were not men, but creatures of black glass.

With every sword thrust, their bodies shattered into shards that glimmered in the sunlight before turning to dust. It was as if they were mere reflections of warriors, fragile and cold. Duke Hamon, a seasoned fighter, had never seen anything like it. Fear gripped him, but his loyalty to the crown was stronger.

Despite the strangeness of the enemy, the queen's army emerged victorious. The battlefield was littered with shattered glass and fallen soldiers. But amidst the wreckage, one figure stood out—alive, unlike the rest.

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Later, in the war camp, a guard hurried to Duke Hamon with urgent news. "We've found a prisoner, my lord. He was taken from the enemy's ranks, but he's not like the others."

Duke Hamon, battle-worn but curious, ordered the prisoner to be brought before him. The man they found was unlike any warrior they had faced—tall, with broad shoulders, long black hair that cascaded down his back, and eyes as dark as the midnight sky. He stood out, too human among the glass creatures.

Duke Hamon considered ending the man's life there and then, but something stopped him. There was something... different about this prisoner. He decided to bring him before the queen.

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In the grand hall of the palace, the queen sat upon her throne, her face serene but her heart still heavy with the weight of her loss. When the prisoner was brought before her, Duke Hamon pushed him to his knees.

"My lady, this man was found among the enemy soldiers. I was going to kill him," Duke Hamon said, his voice low and stern, "but I thought it best you decide."

The queen's eyes, once filled with sorrow, now lingered on the prisoner with curiosity. He was strikingly handsome, with his tall, powerful build and the quiet intensity that surrounded him.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice calm, though her gaze was sharp and unyielding.

The man, his movements slow and careful, raised his head to meet her gaze. "M-my name is Jack," he stammered, his voice deep but nervous. He didn't dare look away, though fear clearly gripped him.

The queen smiled gently, the first smile she had shown in a long time. "Why were you with them?" she asked, her tone softening.

Jack swallowed before answering, his voice quieter now. "I'm supposed to be dead," he confessed. "The king ordered them to kill me."

The queen hummed in thought, her gaze thoughtful. Something about this man intrigued her. Duke Hamon, standing nearby, considered telling her about the glass soldiers but found himself hesitating. It was as though an invisible force held his tongue. The queen had enough burdens—perhaps this was one she need not bear.

"I see," the queen finally said, her voice calm. She gestured to one of her maids. "Prepare a room for him."

"My lady?" Duke Hamon asked, his brow furrowing.

"He is no ordinary prisoner," the queen said, her voice leaving no room for argument. "He shall stay here, under my protection."

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And so, Jack remained in the palace. Over the course of a month, he became a beloved figure, his kindness and charm winning over the hearts of everyone in the court. The queen herself found solace in his company, his presence a welcome distraction from her grief. Day by day, her sorrow seemed to fade, and though she never spoke of it, she found herself thinking less of her late husband, and more of the man who now stood at her side.

Jimin adored Jack. The way Jack treated him, with such warmth and playful affection, had become a new source of comfort for him. And that comfort extended to the queen as well. It filled her heart with joy to see her son so fond of Jack.

"Hmm... I know where you are... I'll catch you, Jimin."

Jack's voice echoed through the vast and ornate room, his tone playful but steady, like a cat stalking its prey. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he turned his head right and left, eyes scanning the room with a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

In the corner, tucked away inside an intricately carved closet, Jimin pressed his tiny hands over his mouth, trying his best to stifle the giggles bubbling up from within him. His heart raced with excitement, the thrill of hide-and-seek filling his little chest. His wide smile stretched ear to ear, a mischievous gleam dancing in his bright eyes.

"I've got you!" Jack shouted triumphantly, throwing open the closet door with a flourish. His expression shifted into a playful, monstrous grimace, raising his hand into the shape of a claw as if to pounce on his prey. Jimin screamed in delight, laughter pouring out uncontrollably as he leapt from the closet and dashed away.

But Jack was quicker. He scooped the boy into his arms, laughing heartily as he started tickling Jimin's small frame, causing the young prince to squirm and giggle breathlessly.

"Stop! Stop, Jack!" Jimin squealed between breaths, unable to contain the infectious joy that wrapped around him like a warm blanket.

From behind the door, the queen watched the scene unfold. Her heart swelled with love at the sight of them, her eyes softening as she witnessed the bond growing between Jack and her son. Jack, she thought, was perfect for them—perfect for her. His presence had begun to heal wounds she thought would never close.

One day, with the same certainty she carried as a queen, she confessed her feelings to him. Jack, who had become as much a part of the palace as the walls themselves, smiled and whispered his love in return. It was sweet and tender, the kind of love that felt effortless, the kind that blooms even in the shadow of past grief. They were the same age—there was no gap, no awkward distance, no reservations. The queen, despite her sorrow, still possessed the beauty that once captivated the king. And now, she had captivated Jack.

Within a week, their marriage was announced. The news spread like wildfire through the kingdom. Some were delighted, others were confused, and many were unsure what to think. Jack had quickly become beloved, yet there was a quiet murmur that lingered in the air—unease, a sense that something wasn't right despite their happiness.

But no one's heart carried more turmoil than Jimin's.

The young prince couldn't understand it. His father was still alive, wasn't he? He had gone on a trip, as his mother had said, and he would return soon, wouldn't he? How could she marry Jack when his father's return was imminent?

The more Jimin thought about it, the more he resisted. He refused to accept it, standing defiantly against his mother's decision.

As she bustled about the room, gathering things for the ceremony, Jimin followed behind her, his small voice ringing with indignation.

"How could you do this, Oma? Are you going to betray my father? You said he would come back. You said he was on a trip!" Jimin's words were sharp, carrying the weight of a child's broken trust. His tiny fists clenched, and his voice cracked with disbelief. "How can you marry Jack?"

His mother, visibly trying to maintain her composure, moved around the room in silence for a moment. She knew the moment would come when she would have to tell him the truth, but she had hoped to shield him from it for as long as possible.

"My love... it's... not now, Jimin," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to calm him. But her attempt to evade the question only made Jimin more desperate.

"No, Oma! I won't allow it! You have to tell me!" He nearly shouted, his face flushed with frustration and confusion. Tears began to well up in his wide, innocent eyes, and his voice grew more frantic. "Please... tell me the truth!"

The queen stopped in her tracks, her heart breaking at the sight of her son in so much pain. A heavy silence fell between them as she turned to face him. She knelt slowly, bringing herself to his level, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. Her lips quivered as she struggled to find the words.

"Jimin, my love... your father... isn't coming back."

Jimin blinked, his heart sinking as confusion washed over him. He searched his mother's eyes for any hint of deception, any sign that this was just another story. But all he found was the raw, painful truth.

"Wh-why won't he come back?" Jimin whispered, his voice trembling. "Where did he go?"

The queen sighed, the weight of her grief pressing down on her like an anchor. "Your father... he died that night, Jimin. He left us three months ago, and he won't be coming back."

At those words, something inside Jimin shattered. His little body recoiled as if struck by lightning. "No... no, you're lying! It can't be true!" He backed away from her, shaking his head in disbelief, tears streaming down his face. "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie, Oma?"

The queen's own tears welled up as she watched her son's world crumble. "I'm so sorry, my little one. I didn't know how to tell you... I wanted to protect you."

But Jimin couldn't hear her through his sobs. "No! Don't come near me! How could you lie to me?" His voice broke, cracking under the weight of his heartache as he bolted from the room.

The queen watched helplessly as her son ran, leaving her standing there, her tears spilling freely now. She had thought she was protecting him, sparing him the pain of his father's death, but now she realized that she had only delayed his grief. Her heart ached for him, but there was nothing more she could do. She could only hope that, in time, he would forgive her.

That night, while the rest of the kingdom celebrated her wedding to Jack, Jimin found himself in William's arms. His small fists clutched at William's shirt as he cried into his friend's chest.

"N...no... he's gone, William. He's really gone... Daddy died," Jimin gasped, his voice trembling with sorrow.

William, feeling the ache of his friend's grief, held him tighter, stroking his hair softly. "Shh, Jiminy... don't cry, my little darling. It's okay, you'll be okay. You're strong, Jiminy. So strong," he whispered, his voice soothing, even though his heart broke for his best friend.

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow over the two boys. William, more than a friend, more than a brother to Jimin, felt his own tears prick at his eyes as he pressed a gentle kiss to Jimin's head, silently vowing to always be there for him, no matter what.

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That's it for the first part! Taehyung will be introduced in the 3'rd or 4'th chapter. Stay connected for more updates.

Date - 13'th Sep 2024

Words Count- 3363

Park Jimin

20 yrs old

Blue eyes and blonde hair

William 

21 yrs old

Brown hair and green eyes

Jack

A lot older than Jimin but got evergreen youth

Black hair and black eyes