BLACKROSE PACK

AUTHOR'S POV

One leg on the bed other on the table the young prince was lost in describing the beauty of his mate. And in the honor of his concentration, alcohol seemed like a best friend.

With each and every sentence he proclaimed the artist's brush roamed around the canvas, well determined to fulfill the demand of his majesty.

As much as he heard about the prince he knew, with this concentration if he's describing something, the picture is gonna be of someone really special.

Curiosity was burning inside his heart but the fear of death was higher than it, what if he did something wrong?

"A slender waist, whistling down from her bust, as smoothly as the water from a waterfall. The bends of her hips, so voluptuous that you feel as if it has been carved out by the creator who sculpted out of care and feel just like a potter sculpts a vessel from raw clay." Jungkook's eyes were still closed as he described further.

"The bends of her hips and the fullness of her bosom, reminiscent of the idea of perfection. Her dress draped so holistically...That the carves of her body become prominent by the red and golden dress which complements her lucid cream-based color." Jungkook opened his eyes taking a sip of his wine and drifting back to his imagination.

"The glistening skin and the color of cream, almost that of milk chocolate, infused with a hint of cocoa strikingly balancing the redness of her dress, was enough to give heart aches to anyone."

As it surely caused my heart to skip a few beats...

Jungkook thought but was hesitant to let it out loud.

"Chocolate brown eyes like a deer that could swallow galaxies, sparkling in the night. Broad and expressive eyes sitting atop the amazing vessel of a body. Feels like the haunting eyes of a Nymph, gleaming down from the greatness of heaven." He kept on describing her like she was some goddess. The image of her clear of that day he first saw her never leaving his mind.

"Cheeks, the color of pink roses and eyelashes longer than anyone's I've ever seen. Alluringly, she would blink her eyes from time to time, allowing her eyelashes to flutter like the wings of a butterfly." Jungkook smiled to himself imagining how she would look beside him.

My god, her eyes were simply spellbinding...

His mind thinking about so many ways to describe her that sometimes he felt the words were not appropriate for him to speak out.

Not yet at least...

"Long, wavy light blonde hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from gold fabric. Her seraph's ears were pierced by golden hoops carved with rose-shaped gems were concealed by caramel-colored blonde waves. Her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty." A slight smile made its way up to his lips again highlighting his chicks with a little pink, as his thoughts lingered around her.

Caressing the rim of the wine glass he gulped it down in one go, clicking his tongue afterward, "There was a shyness to her, hesitation in her body movements."

"It's ready your Highness! Anything else to add?" The Artist asked.

"There's a mole near her nails, on her ring finger." Jungkook added.

Her beauty for me lies in the unspoken, in the unknown, and in the mysterious expressiveness of her big beautiful eyes...

Somehow her imperfections made her perfect...

A light chuckle left his lips, as he saw the artist looking at the canvas with wide eyes like he just saw some kinda ghost.

"What happened?" Jungkook asked the Artist making his way towards him.

"Nothing Your Highness, I'm just a little shocked." The Artist lowered his gaze as Jungkook made his way to the canvas.

"I must say, You got some real talent." Jungkook complimented.

The artist bowed in respect after getting his reward and left. His eyes were still filled with unending confusion, but not enough courageous to ask questions to Jeon Jungkook.

Caressing the portrait of his one and only mate, whom he never thought is gonna be so hard to get, whom he never thought will become this important, Jungkook settled down on the armchair, staring at the picture intensely, as if he's going to have a deep conversation with her.

Drink after drink, he just felt nothing else mattered if he was able to get her. His eyes traveled down her eyes to her lips, those full lips, making him question the taste of that beautiful presentation.

Feels like, they will taste better than any royal food...

"Worth it, huh?" He mumbled to himself only to listen to Frost yelling at him, "Yahhh! What the fuck you're trying to do?"

An arrogant chuckle left his lips, as he jumped down the window, changing into his wolf form, and left the borders of BlackRose.

For what?

Is it still a question?

~✿>•<✿~

LOCKHEART PACK

Y/N'S POV

I was sitting on my bed with a book in my hands, a book from the person I miss the most when a knock on the door caught my attention.

"Yes?" I answered as the door opened as my brother made his way towards me with a plate in his hands.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Mother said you need to eat. So I-I came." Taehyung let out without any eye contact.

Duh! Such a fool, he thinks I don't know him?

"Mother? You sure?" I faced him completely, closing the book in my hands.

"Then who? Me? Huh? You're not even eating for 2 days and you think I'll get to know? Miss, I'm really busy. I don't even know that you're not getting your training for the past two days. Do you think I'll wait for you? No, not at all."

Here we go. Y'all better notice the sarcasm in his voice.

"Uhmm uhmm...woaahhhh!" I didn't get any better words to reply.

"Yupp what else!" He settled in front of me with a huge pout on his face and the plate in the middle of us, "And I've no wish to know what happened!"

"Okay then, go!" I turned around once again opening my book. Such a fool, he really thinks I don't know him.

"No-no-no, I mean yes...!" He got up just to sit back again.

"You know you're a very very bad liar?" I teased him as his lips curved down and he looked at me with those puppy eyes.

"What happened Y/N? Why you're so restless and weak?" He asked scooting closer to me, voice lacing with worry.

Should I tell him?

I can right?

"My M----uhm." I just couldn't even finish as my voice died at the back of my throat.

Why is this happening, just by the mention of that one person my body, my voice loses control. Whenever I want to speak to let it out, that lump in my throat increases suffocating me, so awful like a big ball of blood stuck in my throat.

I shook my head with an assuring smile to him.

"I know there's something, it's okay if you're not ready to talk about it." He patted my head softly and I just smiled a little.

Who's gonna tell him, that I'm dying here to talk about it?

"Here eat this, then I'll give you a great great great news!" He said pointing at the plate of food.

Great News? I do need something good!

"And what's that?" I asked, curiosity raking me up.

"Make a Guess!" He wiggled his eyebrows and I answered, "Solar unnie is pregnant?"

I said with my eyes widened in shock like that's way too fast I mean...

"What the freaking fuckkkk is wrong with you I just met her! How the hell that's even possible you unholy child!" His reaction is priceless, I was trying hard to not laugh but his continuously freaking out is too much to handle.

I laughed making him look at me with extremely fuming eyes, "Stop making fun of me like that!! Will you?!"

I shook my head in a No and grinned at him cheekily.

"You Dumbo!" He flicked my forehead.

"Ahh ok, I'm sorry! Now tell me what's that GREAT GREAT NEWS!?" I placed my head in between my palms looking at him attentively.

"He's coming back!" He answered and I got confused.

Huh?

"Who?" I asked.

"Y/NNNNNN! WHAT THE HELL!! HEEEE!!" Taehyung added more force to his words but I still couldn't get a thing. He? Who? And why is he so excited?

Wait!

Omg!!

Oh my GODDDDDDD!!!

I jumped off the bed in excitement as I screamed.

"Jinja Taehyung?" I grabbed his hands making him move in circles with me, "TAEHYUNG!!! SERIOUSLY?"

"Yupp! Now please let me go my head hurts!" He said and I giggled at his face all contoured in pain, "I'm leaving, I really have no plans to die today! And you better eat." With that, he clenched his head and left my room with stumbling steps.

"Finallyyy something really good!"

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I was turning here and there on the bed but there's no sign of sleep in my eyes.

"Aishhh!!" I sat back throwing the blanket aside, my feet touched the floor as I left my room without even caring about any coat or duvet.

The sweet soft chilly breeze touched my bare shoulders making me shiver. The weather was quite chilly.

Pacing here and there in the night garden, I was enjoying my time between the sweet smell of those roses.

"Tomorrow is going to be memorable!" I was lost in my thoughts finally feeling happy in my own world.

A hand suddenly grabbed my wrist dragging me to the back near the wall. I tried screaming...

But my voice...

My voice...

It never came out...

Why this feeling of helplessness came back?

The back was facing me while I tried my best to get away but nothing worked.

Who is he?

~✿>•<✿~

It is said...

The desire for love can make a person go to any extent...

I'm not qualified enough to even deny the universal fact...

When this intoxication seizes the one who is not habitual of feather-bedding anyone...

Then?

Even God is a witness, that the colors of the sky are worth watching...

The one who was once amused only by the syntonic color of blood...

Suddenly started loving the passionate colors of sentiments...

I know you're confused...

Why?

When?

And most importantly...

How?

Wanna know?

Then pay attention...

~✿>•<✿~