I was terrified by his growl, by his sharp eyes boring into mine, by his strong tall body trembling in anger, and unknown. He was utterly raged, with some fade sadness I saw just like phantom.

I tried to match with Taehyung's pace to stop him as he just dashed out his room when I tried to sense him the letter.
      His face was burning red with his sharp eyes shaking in discomfort. I surely awakened something when I said that name, Taetae.

I wonder what does that name hold?

“Sir, please listen to me.” I pleaded and walked behind him trying to hold him, but his pace was faster he rushed downstairs and stride out.
     Jimin saw the commotion and stood from sofa with wide eyes—trying to stop his brother without knowing the reason behind this. Jimin and I both gasped when he saw tear slipping out of older's eyes. Seemed like his self was tired to suppress all emotions. His coldness was loosing and bringing all truth straight out of heart. I feel extremely sorry.

    “I'm sorry.” I begged but to vain. He just left out in dark. Jimin ran after him but his brother on horse vanished giving him failure to go behind. 
     Jimin stood there on threshold and looked at me with his brows knitted. “What did you say to him?” he panted out, his voice laced with anger.

   “I just wanted to talk to him about the letter I found today in garden.”

    “What letter?” I removed the letter from my pocket, he stride to me and I  handed him. He attentively looked at letter. His expressions were unexpected—as tear slipped out. He closed his gloomy eyes with taking shaky breath.

      “I told you to enlighten me with your urgency first. Is this your urgency? This senseless peice of writing!?” I opened my mouth but he stopped me. “I told you, you shouldn't pry into our matters. Didn't I? My brother walks on thin thread when comes to his past. He has gone through something terrible that has break his each fiber present, every will of living, which still pains and suffocates him. He hasn't fully recovered from that.” Jimin cried and slumped on sofa. “Jungkook-ssi, hyung is man of misery. That is why I told you before, that don't tease the history. He is on the very edge of completely shatttering, but something keeps him alive, I bet it is hope. A useless hope.” he sobbed.
    
I was complete clueless on what he said. But, I was sorry very much to dig up the grave.
  
    “I'm sorry, but this wasn't expected from you. You brought us a great disappointment.” I knelt before him
and tried to find his eyes. “I didn't pried in fun or having a kick or pleasure in it. Forgive me for being morral-less.” I sat beside him. “Listen to me once, listen to what I have, then you can state your mind on that, but please first just let me keep my mind.” he looked at me after wiping tear.

I took a deep sigh.

     “The night I came here, I was late for I encountered with a man alone on dark road. He looked like he was fretfully running away from someone. He asked me for way to the Arthur town. Looking at his vulnerablity, I helped him to safely reach him.
     He looked in distress and was in trauma because of an accident he met with, he didn't enlighten me on that, but he just said he was very unlucky by accident he had. He looked truamatized.” Jimin focused on me.

“After few days living here. I went for walk in late evening. There on the same road I saw a masked man in desperate need to find someone.
      That maksed man asked me if I  saw a man dressed in white anywhere there. And to my surprise when I met that distress man on first night, he was dressed in all white.” Jimin's eyes unexpectedly widened, as if, as if he knew something. “And than I got the letter this morning in garden. The writer says that he is running away from his captive, and the writer has mentioned that a remarkable habit of raising brow his captive has. And to my surprise the masked man had the same habit of raising brow. So, this makes a sense that the beauty in white is the writer this letter and masked man is after him for ill intentions. ”

I waved the paper. “But, I wonder why he gave this letter to here, in this mansion and he mentioned a person named Taetae.” I bit my lip when Jimin knitted his eyebrows. I continued.
      “So, my senses says that beauty in white might be related to Taehyung sir. I-I saw Taehyung sir having....wearing m-marriage band on his finger so I tried to put pieces together. ” I fumbled hesitantly said but, Jimin raised his hand to stop me. His expression more angered. 

   “I think there is a baseless thought dwelling on your mind that man in white is Taehyung's husband. But, it's not true. Man in white you talked about is alive.” He stood at once from sofa. I furrowed his brows on what he said.

    “While my hyung's spouse is dead!”

his lips quivered, without glancing back he stormed upstairs in his room.
Leaving me alone here with a pang in my heart I felt after what he said. I couldn't move.
      Taehyung has a valid reason for being man of misery. No wonder why he looks like he has been crushed beneath agony.
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   I woke up as strong sharp sun rays hit me—when Jimin opened the curtains. I realized that I slept on drawing room's sofa. He looked normal and his face wasn't colorless like last night. A pang of remorse hit me.
      I stood from sofa groaning as my back hurted, sleeping in wincing position whole night.
      “Jungkook-ssi get fresh than we'll have breakfast.” he said picking up letter from floor. His eyes landed on mine, so I hid my mine.
      “I'm sorry Jimin. This very depraved actions of mine will eat me up whole life.”
      “Jungkook-ssi it's okay. You just wanted to help the writer of this letter. I'm fine. It's fine.” Jimin is so kind. I felt a little weigh leaving my shoulders while more will vanish when I'll beg for forgiveness from Taehyung sir.

      “That's very kind of you. I want to see and lay my apology to Taehyung sir.”
      “He isn't home yet.”

       “What?” I stood from sofa. Oh lord hope he hasn't done anything wrong.
   
     “Ahh, don't worry and overthink of he might do something wrong. He has left house many times before, and eventually comes back soon.” I nodded sighing in relief. I went upstairs for having a bath. I hope Taehyung sir comes home soon. But, I won't be able to see in eyes.

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“He isn't like one who acts like coward. Once, even I disappointed him by indeliberately brought past. He left the house in anger but came back. So you don't worry.” Jimin said as I showed my concern on Sir again. He isn't home, makes me anxious. I lazily munched on some egg and toast.

   “So, there is nothing to worry right? He will be back.” I asked again, he nodded, faintly chuckling to my sudden anxious talk.
    “He often goes to small white rose garden near valley at the end of our town. The garden was raised by his husband. It's my brothers favorite hide out. Consider that place as a little hope that keeps my brother sane and between us.” he sighed sadly. This sadness becomes a visitor when topic of Taehyung sir's husband is brought.

What happened to Taehyung sir's husband? How he died? Now I'm afraid to ask about it. It's sin to pry. 

    “So, while reading that letter I think the writer is either in grave danger or  it's written for wicked fun.” he spoke up.
     “Wicked fun?” I interrogated.

     “Maybe someone is trying to tease my brother. Whole town knows my brother's sufferance. So, some lowely vile might do this. ” I nodded at minor possibility.
    “But, looking at your encounter with the man in white, I think that the man needs some genuine help. Sure, maybe he has wrote the letter to ask for help, many does to my hyung. He is a philanthropist, my brother. But, how did the writer know about the  endearment hyung's husband used to use—Taetae.”

I opened my mouth but nothing came. I rather concentrated on non-concertrated juice. Ugh forgive my idiotic humor.

“We need to find the writer.” I choked on juice, the rush of my inner detective activated. I didn't expect this, rather had thought of he might dismiss this letter, never bringing the topic back again.

“I can't ignore this letter, name and beg for help written in it. He has asked for help using the forbidden name and the color—white. I must find it if he's actually in trouble or teasing my brother's suffering. If he is in real trouble, we will pull him out. But, if he is any fraud then that will have some severe consequences.” he nodded firmly, gripping the fork tightly.

“Will you help me Jungkook-ssi?” he blinked his eyes at me.

Darn yes! “Sure.” I thought Jimin will prohibit me to further untangle this letter but he wants to do what I firmed for before. Help beauty in white. Even if Jimin hadn't joined me, surely I was going to find and seek for this beauty in white. I have a strange connection with him. More like emotional, after I saw his traumatized self alone on road, my heart attached to him. I want to help him.

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“Jimin, the gardener who happened to  see the letter first said that dairymaid saw someone on the road across the mansion at the time of dawn. So I asked her regarding more information. She sadly could only see silhouette. However, she added that her experience in this house added to her ability of strong sense that the figure she saw was awfully familair to her.” I kept all information I had. He rubbed his finger on chin like he had put all pieces together.

“Um, I think we should go on the road where he was witnessed.” i spoke, he nodded and we both stride out of the mansion.

Nobody spoke while walking, our eyes locked on the surroundings. Neither of us found anything. We asked in the church, bakery, in small floral shop, library, butcher shop. But everything still stayed hidden.

We reached at near small stream to take a rest. I sprawled on the fresh moist grass, while Jimin sat gracefully under tree. His eyes shimmered as he looked at the nature's beauty glowing around us. As if he was reminiscing something.
     “Hyung used to meet his husband here quite often before their marriage.” he mumbled. I raised my head to look at him. “He must be loving his husband very ardently.” I spoke and he agreed.
       “My brother has lost all light after his husband's leaving. Some of their  golden memories keeps him alive.” his gloom came back.
      “But, what he did in the past was very vile. Somewhere I started wishing that he leaves my brother. And see, my wish was granted. I realized that he took away a very important part of  soul from my hyung. I regret asking for that wish. I used to admire him alot. He was defination of beauty, immense kindness, a warmth of home, cold breeze of comfort, a light of hope he was. He was endeared as Aphrodite.” Jimin chuckles. “He brought many finest things in my hyung's cold. He brought warmth in our life and in our  mansion too. But his warmth didn't limited in mansion. He was known as angel in our whole town. He used to distribute goodies to kids, to poors, opened the schools and old age homes for free.

Now, everything is just gray and dreary. Even the town misses him. He could be forgiven, even if hearts didn't want to.

My brother delightly changed a lot after marriage. He was purely in love with him. Still he is. Otherwise my hyung wouldn't make hideous of his good life and handsome visual.”  he sighed. “Even I miss him too. He was my best friend and more than just brother-in-law. His death is a lifetime trauma to alot of people.”

      “I'm sorry but how did he die?” Jimin's eyes lowered to hide his tears.
 
     “God gave him punishment after what he committed. His sins took him there. It's bitter but a truth.” A sudden wave of faint anger was sighted in him.

     “What sins?” A sharp breath came from him. His face distorted in disgust is he opened his mouth to answer.

“He committed infidelity.”

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A/n :— I should have kept this books name as ‘Jungkook and his prying’.