Yoongi found himself here in the  late hours of the night. He would contemplate his next move when it came to the Fates. Every way he looked at it, he was sure to win. Yoongi wouldn't accept any other outcome.

Down in the city, small fires still burned from the attack of the pen. Minor injuries fell upon many of the villagers. Yet none of them died. It would seem that the pen was searching for something. Had it not been for the god of Destruction it would have torn through the castle walls.

But was the pen, Jin?

He couldn't be sure. Yoongi was thankful for the aid Namjoon had brought to the city. Even though he was certain that the fates were probably handing out a punishment delivered by none other than Taehyung the god of Punishment himself.

"I'll find you, Jinx..." Yoongi called out into the cool breeze. He knew it wouldn't reach her ears, but it was an ache in his chest he had to let out. Heartache was like an undying sadness that festered each day. Not only was it physical, it etched away at every reasonable thought that told you you were good enough for the one you longed for. Trying to make you believe you were anything but.

"She can't hear you." A snarky voice laughed from the shadows. Yoongi whirled around to find the boy with the purple eyes from the forest.

"Matter of fact... she doesn't even remember you." The boy smirked, as he played with a small yellow ball. He rolled it over the back of his hand, tossing it just enough to where it came to his nose then fell back into his palm.

"Jungkook."

Jungkook tried to cause Jinx issues when she first arrived at the forest. Then appeared again a while later to try to stir up trouble. So Yoongi knew that he was only here to cause turmoil.

"Aw come on, don't be like that. Aren't we frieeennds?" Jungkook pouted, poking out his bottom lip.

"No." Yoongi replied in a cold flat tone. The boy didn't even flinch. Instead he smirked at that grumpy King, doing a cartwheel, landing him directly in front of the irritated man.

"Jinx wouldn't like you as a sour puss."

"You don't even know Jinx. She loved everyone!" Yoongi shot back.

"If she truly loved you. Why'd she turn back into a fox?" Jungkook questioned, his face going serious with a purple fire building in his eyes.

"You're lying."

"Now why would I do that?" Jungkook asked innocently. Yoongi glared at him, stalking past the boy towards his room.

"Leave..." he hissed, the gnawing feeling in his stomach making him question whether he was lying or not.

"You know... I could help you." The giddy boy called after Yoongi.

"Why bring me news to break my spirits, then offer aid?"

"Because I know the secrets of the Fates." Jungkook grinned like a cat who ate the canary. The weary King narrowed his eyes at him.

Black smoke trickled onto the balcony, forming a lean muscular body, followed by the head of Taehyung. He looked highly pissed off. A raging storm spinning out of control within the depths of his eyes.

"You awful conniving little-" Taehyung growled snatching Jungkook by the ear, making him help.

"Ow!!! Taehyungie!! You ruin all my fun!" He whined, grasping onto the man's forearm.

Taehyung looked at Yoongi. The raging storm in his eyes dissipating into a sea of sorrows within.

"I am sorry."

Everyday Jinx' memories ran through his mind. Her laughter and Joy caused him pain and yet he couldn't release the memories. There was too much at state. Standing here now looking at the only man that ever made her heart feel weird as she says it in her thoughts. Taehyung just wanted to scream. It wasn't fair.

Lately the fates have been anything but kind. They ripped apart love like hungry beasts on fresh meat. It was as if they despised it. The very thought of it sickened them. For that Taehyung couldn't understand why. He really wished he could be the god of Love. So that he could give it back to all of the ones that have been torn from their lovers.

He was okay if his never returned. Taehyung just wanted the people he had grown fond of to have their soulmates back.

Perhaps the great creator will allow this one day.

Yoongi watched the man who caused him a great deal of troubles. Taehyung seemed to be battling his own thoughts within himself. His eyes went from that of pure hatred to sadness in the blink of an eye. What was going on?

Taehyung
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Not sure how I'm going to punish myself for this one, but I can't just stand here and keep letting this happen. The fates see everything... However, they can't feel when hope is given to someone who has been in darkness for so long.

"Don't believe what they tell you, Min Yoongi."

That's all I could say as I grabbed Jungkook's collar, vanishing into a cloud of black smoke.

Back in the darkest part of the world with the worst possible company. They stood there with arms folded as I walked into their little layer. With their garlands of random skulls and garlic. Why the hell they had garlic was beyond me. It smelled so bad. Like the armpits of an old beggar who just climbed out of the sewage.

"Taehyung." Cooed Seulgi, making my shoulders tense. This woman was the worst. If you could even call her a woman...

She looked at me as if she was reading a book. Then she smirked. That alone made my blood run cold.

"Someone's been naughty."

Yeri and Irene stopped throwing things into a cauldron that had things slithering in and out of it. Not sure how though, it was over an open fire.

"Who has been naughty?" Chirped the two. Seulgi looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin, my name rolling off her tongue like a treat. I looked down at Jungkook. He was watching me with his mischievous eyes.

"What?" I hissed at him, Jungkook just shook his head.

"Call the Great Creator, Irene." Seulgi commanded a little too happily. No matter what happens next. I won't regret the six words I spoke to the king they had begged for.

Irene slipped over to a mirror, knocked on it three times then whispered something inaudible. Silence took over the damp space, followed by the air being sucked from the room with a thunderous lightning strike.

Standing where the lightning struck was a figure completely formed by light itself. The Great Creator stood there their head turning from one fate to the other coming to look straight at me.

"Hello, my children." They said. Seulgi ran up to them falling to their feet.

"Great Creator, Taehyung has attempted to create a ripple in our fated lines!" She cried. I watched as their head looked down at her, then back up at me.

"All he did was give the boy some hope. Besides he still suffers from the last punishment set upon him. Do not call me again unless it's of vital importance."

I chuckled internally at the Great Creator's comment. They looked at me, then vanished. Seulgi appeared to be sulking. While the others pretended as if the last few minutes never happened.

"See you around, Seulgi." I winked at the pouting fate.

"I hate you." She hissed.

"So does everyone else." I replied, leaving the putrid smelling room to the dark brimstone walls of hell.