The truth untold [Completed]

4. Veiled Whispers of the Silent Garden

After yesterday's unsettling incident, Yoongi sought solace within the pages of "Jane Air," an invitation to journey through words. Each page turned transported him further away from the chaos that had unfolded, immersing him in a world where the weight of his own afflictions temporarily lifted. James, ever attuned to Yoongi's needs, silently placed a hearty breakfast before him, accompanied by a steaming cup of black coffee. Appreciative but absorbed in his literary refuge, Yoongi relished the comforting flavors while devouring the story.

As the morning sun arced across the sky, Yoongi found himself drawn to the respite of his garden. The novel, now a cherished companion, accompanied him to his favorite bench, where he would lose himself in the written tapestry once more. With each word absorbed, he delved deeper into the realms of fiction, oblivious to the passage of time.

As the final page was turned, Yoongi closed the book with a profound sense of longing, his soul still tethered to the ephemeral narrative. Gazing skyward, he noticed the cerulean hues mellowing into hues of twilight, casting a tender glow upon the garden. "Evening already? I must have missed lunch," he whispered softly, grateful for James's unwavering respect for his solitude. Stretching his languid limbs, Yoongi felt the gentle ache of immobility dissipate, replaced by a renewed vitality.

"I shall tend to my verdant companions," Yoongi declared to the stillness, his voice a mere breath of sound. With an effortless grace, he meandered towards the garden house, the watering can awaiting his touch. In the recesses of his mind, a familiar melody echoed—a tune once sung by his mother to soothe his restless spirit. Its delicate strains permeated the air, and with each step, Yoongi found solace in the harmony of the past.

As he embarked on his horticultural mission, Yoongi's fingers danced along the leaves, his touch an ethereal connection to the souls of his flowers. The frigid air failed to daunt their resilience, their vibrant blooms defying the winter's grasp. However, amidst this symphony of life, Yoongi detected a whisper of distress—an unseen battle waged beneath the surface.

Bowing his head, Yoongi traced the contours of the soil with his fingertips, seeking the silent pulse of life buried within. Eyes closed, he summoned his inner strength, a conduit for restoration. With a touch as gentle as a lover's caress, he wove his magic, breathing life into withered petals and resurrecting a kaleidoscope of colors.

Hours melded into eternity as Yoongi tirelessly moved from one delicate specimen to another, his love and devotion evident in every gesture. Finally, he stood before his Orchids and Sterling roses, a patch of earth that had been violated in the past. As his gaze roamed the foliage, a slender stem revealed itself—a phantom presence among the vibrant tapestry.

An anguished cry tore through the twilight, reverberating through the silent garden. Teeth gnashed, claws unsheathed, as Yoongi succumbed to a primal rage. The world around him transformed into a monochromatic canvas, his ire turning the very ground beneath him to shades of gray. Minutes stretched into an eternity as he thrashed and roared, wrestling with unseen demons.

Exhausted but resolute, Yoongi emerged from the depths of his fury, his eyes gleaming with a steely determination. "I shall unveil the thief who dares steal my treasures. They shall pay for their transgression," he vowed, his voice carrying a weight that belied his ethereal nature.

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