"No! Love!"

Jimin fell down with Jane, resting his head in her lap. He coughed blood, clenching his chest from the unbearable amount of pain. Tears were streaming down his eyes but he looked up to meet the teary eyes of his mate.

"I'm sorry, my l-love . . . our journey is ending here," intertwining one of his hands with her, he palmed her cheek with the other.

"I am so sorry to be born like this . . . for making your imagined love story into an f-forbidden one," the emotions were too hard to control, with every passing second, Jimin's breath became shorter and Jane's body began fading away slowly. She cried and hugged him close to her while he caressed her hair, crying along with her, unable to control himself.

"Some stories are maybe not meant to even start, L-Love! I'll come back just for you . . . our love is true and you're meant to be mine, only mine," his breath hitched but getting himself together, he fought back with the pain.

"Whatever happens, there will be a birth for us, in the same family, same breed. Again, for each other, to c-complete our story . . . to change our endi-" he coughed more blood out and she embraced him even more tightly.

Sometimes our own story cannot be in our hands and even if it hurts badly, we're unable to do anything. Even if our heart is shattered, we can't do anything.

It was that moment for them, everything fell apart and then grief streamed down their cheeks in the form of hot tears.

"Promise me, you will come back? You will recognise me? You will make me yours?" she sobbed, holding his blood-stained hands tightly.

"Y-You're . . . already mine!" he cupped her cheeks, pressing his lips on hers, just wanting to feel his last breath mixed with her.

The battleground was drowned in deep silence, everyone was leaning on their knees while tears were streaming down their eyes when they witnessed the heart-rending scene in front of them.

In the form of rain, even nature cried that day with them - witnessing the pair made by the ultimate goddess taking their last breaths just because of an irrelevant war. The thunder growled louder and louder, unable to hide the terrifying anger and fury.

Why did people seek greed? Was hatred that important? Some sweet moments like sitting with your family, embracing your friends, patting the head of your children, loving your loved ones. How was hate more important than that? It's disappointing how people could turn their backs on the ones they once said would do anything for.

But Jimin was determined, he looked into his mate's eyes and traced his blood-soaked finger on her shoulder, making a crescent moon as a mark of his love, for her to remember him. A mark to state that she belonged to him, a mark to promise that he would make her his.

"Remember, you're mine! Wait for me, Jane. I'll come back . . . for you!" he let out his last words, pressing his lips once again on hers. He took his last breath with her and closed his eyes, finally letting go of the pain he kept in his hold till now. Jane's body faded away the same time Jimin left the world.

They left and that day, everybody learned that the most painful thing ever was loving someone, you couldn't be with.

Just one question.

Was it really worth the battles?

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GANGNAM-GU
SEOUL | 2019

The wet desolate streets of the city rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. The water in the potholes shimmered by the glow of the bright, yellow street lamps. The small green trees on the roadside swayed when the cold strong breeze hit them.

Sad sounded so childish like something flimsy, something one should be able to cast off with a happy reflection or the smile of a partner. But it's nothing of the sort. It sat inside like the germ seed of depression, just waiting for the right condition to grow, to send out roots, to choke the hope out of your heart.

Tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks and dripped from her chin. Being too broken to cry out or wail, she just stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of her loss swept over her.

When asked a century later to describe her sadness in the moment she saw that tragic incident of her mate's death, her eyes would brim with tears once more as if all those decades had passed in a matter of seconds.

After so long, they were given a chance. But once again, she was lost in the torrid vortex of the moment. She was forever tormented by a past that could not be undone.

"H-He didn't feel the bond. And if he did then why choose to run away? We're blessed and given a second c-chance . . . then how could h-he?" her tears were falling uncontrollably, she was still in shock that her mate rejected her touch.

"I waited so long for you, Jimin. And now, I'm not going to back off. You yourself said that we are meant to be so let's prove it."

She might be broken for a while but that's ok, she was working on herself, she was never the one to leave a mess lying around.

"Let's show everyone that our love story is not that weak to be broken by those filthy rules. Let's show them that the Blood Tint on a Black Rose is more flawless because, like a blooded black rose, our darkness were beautiful petals."

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As her dreams lingered, dancing in the way dreams do, she arose to the light of the new day. Her feet were ready for the ground, for whatever came her way.

Upon waking up, she burrowed herself into the soft, warm sheets. She rubbed the remainders of sleep from her eyes and gazed at the horizon, its vivid light extended across a rosy day. She supposed this was something the majority of people found beautiful but she found it strange, hard, even to find something so meaningful in something so every day.

It's not like the sun wouldn't rise, it had, after all, been reliably happening since the start of time. So what was special about it? She could never feel the joy from it while others did, the magic that drew so many artists and photographers in, as if they had some lens of filter, she'd miss out on.

Anyway, it was time to begin her day. Surely, from now on, it'd be hard to see her love in front of her and not be able to even touch him but everything has its own time, right? Maybe, it's not the right time for her, for them.

Yesterday, at the party, he ran away but even if she was suffering forever, she couldn't run away. Every time she'd see him in front of her sitting in the class, she'd need to endure the pain until he'd realise who she was.

"I'll make him remember his promise!"

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a/n:
the one who made the promise forgot it himself, could it be any worse? yes, keep reading, it'll be worst ;)