Mrs Kim hired a nurse for Taehyung. She was tired of dressing his wounds. She has busied herself in counting fistful sum of money received by admirers of Taehyung. His skills in bonding with kingdoms and kind warm nature attracts many, and so they willingly send him money as help. And thats the main reason why Mrs Kim hasn't killed him yet.

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A young beautiful male walked into the silent hallway of this shiny yet distressed Castle. He Bewitching everyone with his enchanting pure untouched beauty. His innocent aura and grace, captivating every being. As a belle in ball.

Maid who was informed on his arrival, guided him to the King's room. Beauty roamed his eyes all around enormous neat shimmering bedroom, gloomed by dark thick sea green colored curtains.

“If you need anything, call me.” maid said.

“Thank you.” nurse smiled.

Taehyung's eyes internally flickered as heard very unfamiliar but honey voice like he bloomed flowers around when he spoke. 

He bowed at the maid, as she left them alone. After he was left, he hummed. “This curtains should be opened. Light cures everything.” Nurse mumbled to himself as he let the bright light inside room through opening of those curtains. He opened the window, bringing cool winds and chirping of sweet birds with scent of gardens.

He knelt beside Taehyung's sleeping figure and exmanined every features with faint smile. He could see how a dominance was handsome and now in innocent sleep.

“Good morning, I am Kim Seokjin. I don't know if you can hear me. But, take my hello.” He softly chuckled.

“May I?” Seokjin asked without waiting for answer and rolled the duvet down from the King's body. Revealing injured figure in robe. He untied the robe's belt to examine the wounds by undressing them in an utter care.

He blushed little as he saw toned chest and stomach. Don't blame him, he is new in this job and seeing one glance of King was a rare was for a commoner like him, but lifetime victory and here his sight with King's half nakedness can fluster any human.

He saw how gauze didn't covered the whole wound on the stomach with medicinal herb liquid roughly pasted, smearing everywhere but the wound.

“It looks like someone dressed your highness's wounds while asleep.” He clicked his tongue at irresponsibility shown towards your highness, “But don't worry, I'll take good care of you.” the voice was sweet candies of innocence and those touches were so warm for Taehyung. As if the wounds were already subtly healing. They were so soft and filled with genuine care.

Suddenly Mrs Kim barged inside, flying the doors open. Seokjin stood swiftly in fear and bowed.

“You can sleep here in this room since King needs profuse care.” That  sounded frustrated from a mother's voice, “Since, Jimin don't sleep here anymore. But, don't try to steal anything and keep on your hands on him just for dressing him and his wounds only, nothing else, understand? If caught for any other intention, pusnishment will be severe. Castrate!” She rudely spoke, the foam of bitterness sprawling from mouth.

Seokjin nodded, his eyes on floor. She took one last glance on him and then Taehyung, leaving after.

“How rude. I could almost see a witch's mole on her face. ” Jin huffed loudly. Making Taehyung chuckle inside.

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Seokjin loved this man's company. Though he never moved even a finger, though he felt like he was staying with a heart beating statue, but something about him enchanted Seokjin.

He loved to read him the novels, talk about his days—even little details, sing for him every night. The voice that Taehyung had grown to love. Cry over Romeo-Juliet, or his favorite character's unjustice death, blabber about how life is unfair.

Speaking of what desert he stole from kitchen today by breathing his laughs  that already sends wave of happiness to Taehyung. Talk about what he feels, how he sees things, how he loves his family, his work, his short simple life confiding secrets, wishing Taehyung listenes him.

Dressing his wounds, and muttering apologies if he by mistake he hurt him. This man was adorable.

Something about Seokjin, made Taehyung's body warm and feel it healing. His laugh so lively and reminding the bright side of world.
His presence was like sun, lighting his moon. His beauty could be sensed.
Taehyung never felt so lively. He made Tae feel how simply thing it is to be happy. How it can be found in smallest things.

Few days past and they grew a special bond.

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On the one night, Seokjin was gazing at huge moon shining through the window. He turned back, eyes went on Taehyung who's face was shimmering under moonlight. Seokjin's heart swirled inside.

Seokjin walked towards him and kneelt down, his demeanor changed into sadness as something came into his mind that depressed him.

“Do you know that your mother and your brother hates you. Are you aware of it?” Seokjin softly spoke as he caressed king's soft jet black long hairs falling on his chiseled face. “I overhead them badmouthing about you, this afternoon. Sorry I didn't mean to pry.” Taehyung sighed internally in heaviness. He knows, he still tries to accept that the one he loves dearly crashes his love under feet with no mercy.

“How can they hate such a beautiful person. You make me want to gift you every beautiful sceneries in world and every precious gems.” Jin smiled. making Taehyung's wounded stone heart flutter, the feeling he felt after very long time.

“I have deep and huge respect for you my dear king. You're a man of great inspiration. Do you want to know why I respect you with all my heart?” Seokjin inhaled.

“My father told me that on snowstorm  night when got lost in woods, attacked by wolves, you saved him risking your own life. My father told me that how heroic you are and how big heart you own. Since then I have always revere you through deepest core of my heart. Thank you for helping my father.” he tenderly held Taehyung's finger for sceond.  

He tucked king's hairs behind the ear. “Why they want your kind beating heart to stop?” his voice cracked, “I am sure either they are green-eyes for the good world you hold, the love that every villagers offer you or they just live with you for your treasures.” He spoke in little anger.

“But, even after living with you, they haven't realized how much pure you are with heart wide as sea.” his eyes turned watery, “How much you care for people you love. This makes me want you hide you from this cruel world.” He sighed as his soft fingers went on cheeks leaving hairs.

Taehyung was too overwhelmed by this man's soft kind personality. A small, insincere chuckle came. “Leave this. Do you want to hear me the poem I wrote. I don't know if you can hear, but just let me recite it, since nobody I'm close to is here but you.” He excitedly stood brisking towards his luggage bag and rummaged inside it to remove a nicely folded piece of paper. Taehyung felt a wave of coldness soon after Seokjin's hand left his cheek, he needed that warmth back. He could feel how he was habituated to this young man's presence.

Seokjin kneelt beside him and cleared his throat to recite his work.

“Coruscating eyes.” He smiled wide his eyes shimmering, glancing at that sleeping man.

“Let me love you, if not the rest of your life, then for rest of mine.
Your eyes, oh my unfortune I've never seen them, but I know it holds a unique coruscate. More beautiful, brilliant than any glittering stars—
Open them for me,
Let me live in galaxy through your eyes.”

He sighed loudly. “So how's it? I've written this for you just this evening, after putting all thoughts and all heart. If it's not good then I'll work on it more.”

Taehyung was taken aback, this hit him straight to his soul. His eyes brimming with tears that were sipped back inside. Nobody ever wrote him a poem. He loves poems, believes in love growing through them and had written for every of his dear person, for his wife, for his mother, for his brother but never got one in return. Nobody cared.

Why this man, whom I just met few days ago holds a special feelings? Why my heart now wants to beat just for him when I was asking for death all this time?

Why this man seems to know why soul than anybody. Didn't I gave my love to my wife? But why a new love is rising in me, growing to be peppered just to this man? Is he the one who's given to me for to put my pure love on right place?

“Do you want to know why I wrote this poem for you?” Seokjin leaned and whispered in his ear, main ting a small unconsent distance, “It is a small repay on behalf of my father to whom you helped. I don't have any precious possessions to offer, so please accept this. And—this isn't the only reason why I wrote for you.” His voice dripped a shy emotion.

“I dedicated this poem to you because I found love in you.” He whispered in pure sweet coy voice, while his cheeks red as cherries, as if now king would stare at him right back. 

Taehyung wanted to see Seokjin with his own eyes and ask him why he loves him when he can't wake up, can't give him the love back. That he holds a bad fortune for everyone grows upset and gets tired of him whenever they meet him. He wants badly wants snap open his eyes.

“I saw you not long ago for the very first time and It feels like I've known you for lifetimes. I feel like you and I were together in the past life. Is this how love works? Blooming flowers in heart? Makes you feel the tie existing through lifetimes? If yes, then let my heart beg for yours. I have loved you before I met you, since the time my father told me of you, I had given you my all of me. My heart has longed for your one glimpse. Only God knows how much I cried when I got to know about your health. I felt my world when you weren't even aware of my existence.” He remembered how he prayed to be replaced with Taehyung.
His voice was loosing it's strength that wrenched Taehyung's health more. 

“I don't know if you can hear me or not but, for my heart says you are well aware of all this and if it is, then take my request and please open your eyes so that I can see your beautiful coruscating eyes before I leave this place, and lost privilege to see you again, forever.” Jin's eyes teared up as his hand caressed the small scar on older's cheek. “I want to cherish you for whole life. But, you are married and I know well, I have no place and right to love someone like you, who holds a status far from a dirt like me. But my heart never listens,” He chuckled through tears.

He sniffed and placed a kiss on his cheek. “It's crime to touch you without your consent. But, for now just let me. Later, you can punish me however you want.”

He holded the shoulder of older and spoke. “You know, your husband gave me money to apply poison on your wounds. So it never heals. But, I don't want to kill you. How can I? Instead I'll have the poison for you. And, I refused to do, and so they are going to fire me from this job. I'm leaving tomorrow. He already has appointed other nurse. Who has agreed to commit vile act of poisoning you.” he desperately said.

“He will kill you!” he whispered a shout, “and I can't do anything. Please wake up. Don't die.” His voice wavered. “At least for sake of villagers who are depended you. Don't be cruel, wake up.” He wailed and hit the older's chest, later soothing it by tenderly patting the chest. He placed his head on hard chest, hearing the beating heart, still.

“You can never be mine. But, my heart will forever belong to you. Please remember me when you wake up, don't forget our conversations and time spent. For I won't, I would never forget the time where I have you in my sight.” His voice broke.

“Please....” Jin sobbed and cried himself to sleep, his head resting on Taehyung's chest. Taehyung felt his chest wet by tears. He became restless, he wanted to do something.

Taehyung was struggling himself, he wants to live more, he wants to hold this man. All the wishes he made to see death soon were replaced by wanting to wake up from this coma. To see Seokjin whenever he wakes, and witness him before sleep. To tell him, how much he has cured Taehyung, just by his warm heart and gentle presence. He wants to scream that how he showed him that love isn't over, that he lost his hope on. He wants to hold him, write lover letters and poems to him, confess his new found love to him till his heart dries, protect him, grant his wishes, stare at him till content, marry him, make love to him and carry on with life.

His tears rolled down on cheeks and heart beating frustratingly for caged into this body.