1981

Jungkook looked at the dark clouds huddling together amidst the silence that devoured the sky in its deathly hallows. It's inky blackness clenched his heart, sending him into a frenzy of fear and remorse. It was inevitable that the darkness brought fragments of memories that were buried deep and forgotten.

As usual, there was an empty canvas in front of him. He was an artist; but he painted emotions and thoughts. Craving for more, he pushed himself to his maximum, pressurising his self to come out with the hidden mysteries buried in every eye and reflection.

Every drop of blood depicted a tear.

Every question had an answer but also a hidden lie, just like the canvas of his life which was presented with everything except brushes and paint.

He had a visualisation of the darkness he was going to engrave in the white sheets. Taking the thickest brush and clasping it between his fingers, he dipped the lifeless stick in the black paint.

His mind was muffled with voices telling him to stop, tiny voices rebelling against his decisions and begging him to end everything. But he knew that the end of something was the start of something new.

Through the reflection of his eyes, everything was blank and lifeless just like the beast inside him. His pupils wandered aimlessly across the room, fixing the pieces of puzzles that were scattered and scarred.

"Another chance. I can't lose you again."he muttered incoherently to himself. The subtle wind captured his words and placed in itself as a promise meant to be fulfilled.

Letting out a deep breath, he placed the dampened brush beside himself and aggressively grabbed the paint bottle.

Not able to alleviate the inner monsters devouring his fragile heart, he bottle of paint on the white canvas that yearned for the empty emotions.

It shattered into a million pieces just like his heart. But the glass pieces could be fixed unlike his broken heart.

The black paint splashed on the canvas, merging with it in an undeniable rush. Jungkook looked at the canvas as the black paint as it began to blot around a particular point, on the edge of the board.

Just like the black paint which was blotting, his life was too blotted out by people around him; by the people he trusted and respected.

Taking out a pen, he drew the slight outline of a tear drop in the middle of the canvas which was devoured by the emotionless black paint.

But the tear drop was black in colour, just like his heart.

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13th century

Jungkook looked lovingly at his husband, slightly cupping his cheeks. Jimin turned to face him, bewildered at the action but nevertheless embracing the tiny act of affection.

His eyes were filled with warmth, that encompassed Jungkook and provided him with the protection amidst the destruction that was inevitable.

They were together on the mattress after an exhausting day which drained the energy for both of them. From handling byeol to finishing the affairs and disputes between kingdoms, the strenuous day had their brains racked and weak.

The duo laid on the bed with the bright hanboks adorning their bodies, smiling softly at each other.

"Any work for tomorrow?" Jimin enquired, raising his eyebrows.

"If tomorrow comes, then I'll say everything to you."Jungkook booped Jimin's nose. He pouted in disapproval, sticking out his lips, the smooth texture morphing with the light tint of pink.

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Jungkook looked at Jimin's lips that were sticking out in a pout. The sudden urge to mould his lips with Jimin's overtook him. A thousand fantasies ran through his mind, clouding and taking over his actions.

Slowly, Jungkook leaned forward, and looked at Jimin expectantly for consent. Earning a slight nod, he moved until his face was inches away from Jimin's. His hot breath fanned Jungkook's cheeks, making his whole body shiver despite the warmth emanating from the mattress.

Jungkook placed his lips on Jimin's soft and plump ones, moulding them I to one. The soft texture of Jimin's lips made Jungkook's heart throb. He began to move his lips against Jimin's, to which he actively responded.

They began to move their lips against each other, pleasure developing in their core. Jungkook snaked his arms around Jimin's tiny waist, without interrupting the kiss shared between them. Electricity coursed through their bodies, their love conveyed through these tiny actions.

Jungkook bit Jimin's lips slightly, and inserted his tongue inside his warmth. Both their tongues danced together to the rythmic beats of love, morphing into one. The deep kiss shared between them was sensual and depicted the love between them.

All the hidden desires resurfaced, converting into lust. Jungkook ran his hands through Jimin's hair softly, smiling through the kiss. He removed his lips from Jimin's and began to nibble down his way to Jimin's neck. It was unblemished just like his heart, and he planted a soft kiss on his nape, Jimin appreciating it with a tiny moan.

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The either of them stopped everything for a mere second and looked deeply in each other's eyes. Jungkook could see the whole universe glistening in Jimin's eyes. His whole future was guided by the moonlight in Jimin's eyes that was one a million stars.

They were the eye for each other's adventure that lied ahead. Even through the darkest sunshines and the brightest darkness, they had learnt to survive with the shadows that thrived to find the echo amidst the frenzy of fear and cruelty.

Though it was their forbidden love that everyone loathed and turned their backs, Jungkook and Jimin shattered the society's norms and framed their own standards. After all, it was their love for each other that was going to flourish through the broken whispers and cracked reflections.

Smiles were shared, and tears were spilled but the love remained the same. Jimin smiled softly at Jungkook, the tiny lines at the edge of his eyes creasing at the genuine smile. They trusted each other with their life, and dedicated their life to each other.

After all, life could only be lived once.

"King,"they heard a voice. Jungkook looked at Jimin, wide eyed and began to recollect themselves in a jiffy. Setting their hair in a proper place, they averted their attention to the voice and signalled them to continue.

"Your daughter, the princess, told me to inform you that the dinner was ready,"the servant said, keeping her head low.

"Why did she tell you so? We obviously knew that,"Jungkook asked, knitting his eyebrows together.

"She told me that you were eating each other cause you were hungry."

It was then that Jungkook and Jimin knew that they had messed up, as Byeol entered the room with a sheepish smile.

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I'm watching you through your darkest fears and secrets.

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A/N's note: Please do tell me if the pace of the plot is fast.