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Jungkook slipped through the dimly lit corridors, his steps as light as the whispering wind. The castle slumbered, yet his heart raced, fully awake with the thrill of forbidden love. When he reached the king's chamber, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, shutting it behind him with practiced silence.

Taehyung stood by the window, his figure bathed in the silver glow of the moon. He turned, a smirk gracing his lips as his eyes softened at the sight of his beloved knight.

Jungkook crossed his arms. "One day, if I get caught sneaking into the king's chambers and am sentenced to death for it, you shall bear the weight of my demise."

Taehyung chuckled, stepping closer, his fingertips grazing Jungkook's jaw. "Then let it be so. If death be the price for your love, I shall pay it a thousand times over. If the heavens demand punishment, let them strike me first, for I have sinned greater—I have dared to make the moon jealous, for it shines not as brightly as your eyes."

Jungkook's breath hitched, his resolve melting in the warmth of Taehyung's gaze. The king, ever so bold, pulled him close, wrapping his arms around his knight as if he could shield him from the very world that threatened to keep them apart.

They settled down upon the plush rug before the grand window, where the moon hung high, a silent witness to their love. Jungkook rested against Taehyung's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a sound more soothing than any lullaby.

"Look at it, my love," Taehyung murmured, pointing to the moon. "It watches us each night, envious of what we share. Tell me, does it not glow brighter when you are in my arms?"

Jungkook huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. "Foolish king. Even the moon cannot rival your arrogance."

Taehyung chuckled, tightening his embrace. "Not arrogance, my knight—certainty. For if the moon envies, then surely the stars weep, for they shall never know love as I do, holding you like this."

As they lay in the quiet of the night, wrapped in each other's warmth, the world outside seemed to fade into insignificance. Taehyung absentmindedly traced slow, lazy patterns along Jungkook's back, the weight of his presence grounding him in a way nothing else ever had.

Breaking the silence, Taehyung murmured, "I shall be traveling to the Kingdom of Black Rose soon... Will you accompany me, my knight?"

Jungkook, nestled against the steady rhythm of Taehyung's heartbeat, did not answer at once. Instead, he let his fingers trail over Taehyung's chest, feeling the warmth beneath his touch, as if he were memorizing the very essence of the man who held his heart.

Then, in a voice soft yet unwavering, he replied, "Wherever your shadow falls, I shall walk beside it. If your path leads through golden fields, I shall bask in the sun with you. If it takes us through storms and endless night, I shall wield my sword against the darkness. My place is by your side, my king—be it in war or in love, in duty or in desire."

Taehyung tilted Jungkook's chin up, his eyes searching his beloved's face as a slow, knowing smile curved his lips. "Then I shall count myself the luckiest of men, for in my kingdom, I am king, but in your presence, I am merely a man hopelessly in love."

Jungkook exhaled shakily, his heart betraying him with its wild beats. He had never imagined that love could feel so consuming, so utterly inescapable.

"You make it unfair," he whispered, eyes shimmering like the stars above. "How am I to guard my heart when you have already stolen it?"

Taehyung laughed softly, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to Jungkook's forehead. "Then let me keep it, my love... and in return, take mine, for it has been yours from the very beginning."