The Glass That Whispered (Sope, Namjin Taekook,Jikook)
introduction
• Mature psychological elements
• 18+ words and mature content
If you are uncomfortable with dark royal themes, please read with caution.
This is a work of fiction.
Names are inspired but the universe is fictional.
• Min Yoongi
• King of Daegu
• Omega
• Arranged marriage with Kim Seokjin
• Cold. Proud. Emotionally distant.
Possessive over Jin.
• Sharp-tongued and dominant in authority.
• Hates losing control.
• Kim Seokjin
• Prince of Ilsan
• Alpha
• Yoongi’s fiancé
• Elegant. Protective. Naturally dominant.
• Graceful yet powerful in presence.
• Calm but intimidating when angered.
• Possessive in quiet ways.
• Jung Hoseok
• Servant’s Son of Daegu Palace.
• Alpha
• His family has served the Daegu kingdom for generations.
• Hardworking. Observant. Smiles often.
• Hides pain behind warmth.
• Carries emotions he cannot express openly.
hoseok
Do you need any service my armies?
• Kim Namjoon
• Royal Librarian of Daegu Palace
• Omega
• In charge of forbidden archives and ancient texts.
• Gentle-spoken. Deep thinker.
• Intellectually strong but physically calm.
• Sensitive to emotional shifts around him.
• Park Jimin
• Prince of Miryang
• Omega
• Charming. Emotionally intuitive.
• Soft on the outside but sharp inside.
• Protective of the people he loves.
• Kim Taehyung
• Prince of Gwangsan
• alpha
• Charismatic. Strategic. Mysterious.
• Loyal yet unpredictable.
• Smiles beautifully while hiding his true thoughts.
• Jeon Jungkook
• Prince of Busan
• Omega
• Younger Twin
• Gentle. Loyal. Emotional.
• Believes in love more than power.
• Often feels overshadowed by hidden expectations.
• Jeon Jaekook
• Hidden Prince of Busan
Enigma
• Elder Twin (Secret to the Kingdom)
• An enigma in every sense.
• Silent. Unreadable. Calm.
• Neither clearly cruel nor kind.
• Moves in shadows, watching.
• When he appears — something always changes.
(A/N: If you want to read this like Wattpad style, i published in Wattpad too. This is available in YouTube too.)
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CONTROL I
The Night the Kingdom Burned
The sky above Daegu did not look like the sky.
Flames swallowed the palace towers, turning gold into ash.
Soldiers screamed beneath the clash of steel. Smoke wrapped around the moon as if trying to choke it out.
The kingdom was not under attack.
And at the center of the burning courtyard—
His royal robes were stained crimson.
His breathing was uneven. His composure — the one thing he never lost — was slipping through his fingers.
His voice cracked, barely surviving the roar of war.
Across the firelit courtyard stood Jung Hoseok.
But this was not the servant’s son Yoongi knew.
There was no warmth in his eyes.
No hesitation.
No respect.
Something that did not belong in a human body.
？？？
Your Majesty... *voice was calm*
？？？
*Disturbingly calm*... Why do you look at me as if I betrayed you?
Yoongi stepped back.
For the first time in years…
The King of Daegu looked afraid.
A sword slipped from his trembling hand and hit the stone.
yoongi
Who are you?.... *whispered*
Hoseok tilted his head slightly.
And smiled.
Behind him, the palace gates shattered.
And deep beneath the palace —
A glass vessel lay broken.
The royal dining hall of Daegu shimmered in gold.
Long tables dressed in silk. Silver dishes aligned with precision. Guards stood silent beside towering pillars as chandeliers bathed the hall in warm light.
At the center of it all sat Prince Kim Seokjin of Ilsan.
Graceful. Composed. Untouchable.
His laughter was soft — but it carried through the hall like silk dragged across marble.
And someone was watching him.
Jung Hoseok moved quietly between nobles, refilling goblets and placing dishes with careful hands. His posture was perfect.
His head lowered in respect.
They lifted. Just for a second.
Long enough to memorize the curve of Jin’s smile.
The way candlelight brushed against his skin. The way he thanked servants with gentle nods — as if they mattered.
Hoseok swallowed. He should not look. He knew his place. Servants do not desire royalty.
Especially not someone promised to the King of Daegu. But hearts do not understand hierarchy.
The King did not miss things.
Not glances. Not lingering pauses. Not the way Hoseok’s hand hesitated slightly when placing a dish in front of Jin.
Yoongi’s fingers tightened around his wine cup. The hall suddenly felt smaller.
seokjin
*smiled politely at Hoseok*... Thank you... *said softly*
Hoseok bowed quickly and stepped back. But Yoongi had already seen enough.
Possessiveness did not need words. It needed only a look.
And Yoongi’s gaze darkened.
Moments later, Hoseok stood beside the King’s seat, holding a bowl of steaming soup. His hands were steady. His breathing controlled.
hoseok
Your Majesty... *murmured, bowing slightly as he moved to serve him*
Yoongi leaned back slowly in his throne-like chair. Watching. Calculating. Then his hand moved.
Not by accident. Deliberate. Precise. His sleeve brushed sharply against Hoseok’s wrist. The bowl tilted. Hot soup spilled across Yoongi’s royal robes.
Gasps filled the hall. Silence followed.
hoseok
I— Your Majesty— *panic flashed across his face*
The slap echoed before anyone could react.
Sharp.
Humiliating.
Public.
Hoseok’s head snapped to the side. The entire hall went still.
Yoongi rose from his seat with controlled elegance.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
yoongi
Know your place... *said quietly*
yoongi
Butler’s blood should remember its limits.
Hoseok’s cheek burned. He lowered his gaze immediately.
hoseok
I apologize, Your Majesty.
Across the table, Jin stood abruptly.
seokjin
Yoongi, it was clearly—
Yoongi turned toward him.
And just like that — his expression changed.
Softened.
Gentle.
yoongi
It was an accident... *said smoothly*
yoongi
These things happen. Please, Seokjin… sit. I don’t want this to ruin your evening.
His fingers lightly touched Jin’s wrist.
Possessive.
Reassuring.
Controlling.
Jin hesitated… then slowly sat back down.
The whispers resumed.
The music continued.
But Hoseok remained frozen in place.
Head lowered.
Palm stinging.
Something inside him cracked quietly. And no one in that hall heard it break.
The feast continued as if nothing had happened.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂𝒃𝒕𝒔' 𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒓
(The Servants’ Corridor)
Hoseok excused himself silently and walked through the narrow corridor behind the grand hall. The marble floors turned into plain stone. Gold faded into shadow.
Only then did his shoulders finally drop. His cheek still burned.
seokjin
You shouldn’t let him do that.
Hoseok froze. He turned slowly.
Prince Seokjin stood at the end of the corridor, royal robes slightly lifted from the ground, as if he had walked faster than dignity allowed.
hoseok
Your Highness— *immediately bowed*
Jin stepped closer. His voice was softer now. Not royal. Not distant.
hoseok
*throat tightened*... No, Your Highness. It was my mistake.
seokjin
*frowned faintly*... It wasn’t.
That simple statement felt more dangerous than the slap.
hoseok
*forced a small smile*... Please return to the banquet, Your Highness. People will talk.
For a second — just a second — his fingers lifted slightly, as if wanting to touch the reddened cheek.
seokjin
*But lowered his hand*... Take care of yourself*... *murmured*
And then he left. Hoseok stood alone again.
From the archway at the far end of the corridor—
Min Yoongi had seen everything.
His expression unreadable. But his jaw tight.
𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
(Later That Night)
Hoseok was summoned. The King’s chamber doors were heavy. Ornate. Intimidating.
hoseok
*entered and knelt immediately*... You called for me, Your Majesty.
Yoongi stood near the balcony, moonlight outlining his silhouette.
Hoseok lifted his head slowly. The redness on his cheek had darkened.
Yoongi’s gaze lingered on it. Cold. Measured.
yoongi
Do not mistake kindness for invitation... *said calmly*
hoseok
*fingers curled slightly against the floor*
hoseok
I would never, Your Majesty.
Yoongi stepped closer. Close enough that authority felt suffocating.
yoongi
Do not look at what belongs to me.
The words were quiet. But final.
hoseok
*lowered his gaze again*... Yes, Your Majesty.
Silence stretched. Then Yoongi dismissed him with a flick of his hand. But his eyes did not soften. Not even slightly.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
(That Same Night)
He stood by the window of his guest chamber when Yoongi entered.
seokjin
That wasn’t an accident... *said quietly*
yoongi
*did not pretend to misunderstand*
yoongi
You are too kind... *replied smoothly*
yoongi
You see innocence where there is ambition.
seokjin
*turned to face him*... He’s a servant.
yoongi
And servants forget themselves... *said calmly*
The tension between them was not loud. It was worse. It was restrained.
seokjin
You humiliated him... *said softly*
yoongi
*stepped closer*... And yet
yoongi
*murmured*... you followed him.
Silence. Jin did not answer. Yoongi’s expression softened just enough to be dangerous.
yoongi
You are mine, Seokjin. Future King Consort of Daegu. It is my duty to protect what is mine.
seokjin
*held his gaze*... From what?
Yoongi did not answer. But outside, the wind howled faintly against the palace walls.
And somewhere—
A fracture had already begun.
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