Two Years Later : 

" Jungkook, stop ducking like a girl!!!" the shout that echoed through the room made everyone stop talking. Jungkook was on the floor, his sword long forgotten by his side. His father was standing in front of him, huffing in anger as he cursed in his breath. Jungkook could feel his tears filling his eyes, almost threatening to fall. He doesn't want to be weak but the stinging ache both on his arm and heart didn't obey him.

" Are you crying now?!" his father shouted, harshly grabbing his chin to make him look at him. And there it was, Jungkook's glittering tears falling to his soft cheeks. Mr Jeon cursed again before pushing him. The poor boy fell on the floor again.

" You're so pathetic, Jungkook!" he threw the sword aside. " You couldn't even do one thing correctly. I'm so ashamed to call you as my child. You disgust me!"

Jungkook felt his anger rising, His father always says that, that he was really embarrassed with Jungkook's existence itself. It made him fuel up. He didn't ask to be born in this atrocious world, and yet here he is, getting forced to do things he doesn't want to do and getting humiliated if he fails.

" Father!" the ten year old boy shouted, making his father look at him. The both of them held eye contact, and eerily eye contact that would make anyone stop and watch the bomb threatening to fall. But sadly, the bomb didn't fall, because Jungkook chickened out.

He was always afraid of his father, and he could never overcome the feeling, even if he was being terribly humiliated.

" I hate you" that was the last thing Jungkook said before running away together with his sword. He ran to the only place where he could cry, his room. He felt disgusted of himself, he felt like those weak fairy tale princesses who dramatically throw themselves on the nearby surface and cry when they didn't get what they need. But sadly, that's what he is. A dramatic fairy tale princess.

" Why wouldn't he understand?!" Jungkook shouted with his face buried in his pillow. " Why wouldn't anyone understand that I don't want to be a king?"

He only wants to paint, that was his desire. But looking at his own state right now, he doubts it would even happen. Without thinking straight, he took the box under his bed. The box that had all of his arts where tumbled upside down, making its content fall on his room's shining floor. Without thinking, the boy tore the paintings he could reach. One by one, he tore everything, from the garden painting he was proud of to the little girl's one he's trying years to draw. 

Jungkook furiously wiped his tears and reached for another one, but then he stopped after looking at it. It was a painting of a moon. Strangely, the moon has a face, a thing he never witnessed in his depressing life. The moon looked like it wanted to hug him, with a very bright smile on its face.

" If you ever feel sad, just remember the moon is always here to accompany you"

" The moon will always listen to your problems"

From: The moon

To : The earth

It was a letter from Jin, his third letter from Jin

" Tch" Jungkook sneered. "At least, he managed to improve his pathetic vocabulary" He doesn't want to believe this Jin guy, but sadly he did. He thought what his father would wanted him to do. Probably chuck the paper into the trashcan and continue his life but he can't. Jungkook was his own self, not someone else. Jungkook looked at the moon outside and he felt his anger slowly fading away. He remembered what his mother told him a year ago.

He was crying because his father slapped him for being bad in his sword fight and only his mother was there. She patted his back caringly and smiled.

" Jungkook, do you know this palace was built by your great-grandmother's friend?"

He shook his head.

" You know, there are some hidden places here that only the girls know" she placed her finger on his mouth. " What I'm going to tell you is a secret dear, so promise me you wouldn't tell anyone, even Mina"

" I wouldn't mother" Jungkook whispered. Her mother smiled and carried him to the small library he had in his room. 

" Push the red book inside" she ordered. Jungkook obeyed, he stood on his tiptoes and pushed it inside.

" Now, pull the green book out" she told him again. Jungkook followed her order and gasped when he heard a clicking sound. His bookshelf moved aside and he saw stairs inside them.

" This will lead you to the garden outside" she said. " This is the least I could do for you dear"

She pecked Jungkook's forehead and hugged him tightly.

Jungkook felt his tears dropping again as he walked down the stairs. That was a year ago, and now his mother is gone. To be honest, he doesn't even know where she went. His father told him that she went to take care of his sick grandfather but Jungkook knew it's not entirely true. His mother couldn't be in her hometown for so long without sending him any letters.

Jungkook hummed a random song as he entered the garden, his sword dragging behind him. His father told him that he shouldn't do that with his sword since it was disrespectful but Jungkook didn't care now. He doesn't want to care with the fact that his father has more respect towards a mere sword compared to his child.

After making sure there was no one near him, Jungkook plopped himself on the grass and looked at the moon. It was shining bright and for a moment, he thought about drawing it. Jungkook sighed, he doesn't want to draw anymore, it hurts him too much but why is his heart throbbing inside.

" Jin..." he called the moon knowing that it was stupid. " Jin, I hate it here. I don't want to live here. Father's too hard to me"

Jungkook's tears start to fall again but he didn't mind it this time. He wanted to let all his emotions out. " I don't want to be a king. It's hard and scary. Why doesn't father understand that I don't want that?"

He shivered when the night's wind blew on his small body. The wind made some of the leaves from a nearby tree fall on his head. He took it and smiled.

" I wish I was a leave. It will be my choice either if I still want to struggle to be on the tree or give up and fall on the ground but sadly, I'm not. I don't even have anyone to tell my problems expect you and sadly, you're not even here. You're just someone I don't know..."

Jungkook couldn't bring himself to talk anymore. He chocked on his tears and cried loudly for the first time. He doesn't want to hold them in anymore, it hurts to act strong when you're not and so, the boy sobbed under the moon that brightly shined on the sky.

That was only until he heard a sound from behind the tree.

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Y/N shuffled uncomfortably in the basket her mother gave her. It had been two years and she had grown quite fast, making it hard for her to find the perfect position in the suffocating basket, She had a few books in with her, that she read again and again. Those books were given by her mother. Mina told her that they belonged to the prince before the king forcefully threw them away. The books were damaged, but that didn't stop her from reading them.

Her favorite one was " The Guardian's Angel". She really loved the angel in the book who always helped the ones in need. She wants to be like her but she knew she can't because she desperately needs help first. Y/N shuffled again, the rough surface if the basket was sticking to her skin, her thin gown being unhelpful.

" Will it be okay if I stand for a while?" she asked herself. Y/N has been crouching in the basket since last night, her mother being busy with her work and she desperately needs to pop those bubbles in her back. She slowly peeked outside through the lead of the basket, it was dark outside and quiet. No one has ever passed through the cottage their living, so she always wonder why her mother was so serious in locking her inside the basket.

" I'm only going to stretch for a while" she told herself and pushed the lead away. The cool air hit her face and she sighed. How long is she going to spend her life being cooped like this? She slowly stood up and groaned when she heard the heavenly sound the bubbles popping on her back. She slowly stretched her arms and neck.

" Now, I need to go back in again" she told herself and threw her books outside the basket. She was already bored reading them and having them in with her is only stealing space in the basket. As she threw the last one out, she saw a butterfly fluttering around.

" Wow" she cupped her mouth. " It was the same butterfly she saw the first time she came here and surprisingly, it was still as beautiful as she remembered it.

" Come here" Y/N shouted as she chased the butterfly. It went outside the cottage through a small hole and without thinking, Y/N opened the door and went outside. That was the first time she stepped outside her home since the day her mother brought her inside the house and she felt great by doing that. The butterfly flew away and she followed it, forgetting that her actions could cause trouble both for her and her mother. Y/N stumbled when she tried to catch it. The butterfly flew around her, as if mocking her before flying towards a tree. Y/N frowned and started running faster towards it.

The butterfly placed itself on the root of the tree, flapping it's pretty wings. Without thinking, Y/N pounced towards it, catching it between her small palms and shouted happily.

" Got you!" she giggled and brought her face closer towards her hands. She was feeling happy that she could finally look at the butterfly closer. She almost opened her hands when she felt something sharp on her neck.

" Who are you?" a voice spoke. Y/N shrieked and accidently let her hands open, making the butterfly escape. Her eyes followed the butterfly and she found herself staring into a pair of doe-eyes. In front of her, stood a boy who could be a few years older than him. He looked like he just cried, but that didn't hide the dominating look in his eyes. And finally, he had a sword on his hand, that was resting on her shoulder, dangerously close to her neck.

" Who are you?" he asked again.

~~~

A/N : Huargh!! They finally met!