Jungkook shook his head, wiping the tears from his eyes and getting up, heading out of the room Taehyung had left him in.

He just wandered down the halls, staring aimlessly in front of him.

Unimaginable sorrow filled his chest and he sighed, pausing to rake a hand through his hair and just...process everything.

But he couldn’t truly process it all. He needed to get his mind off of things, and the only way he’d ever really been able to do that…

Jungkook wandered around, listening for the sound that would tell him he was close to where he wanted to be.

Finally he heard it.

The sound of metal on metal. He offered himself one small smile before walking towards the sound and entering the large training grounds.

He paused at the edge, just watching several men sparring. His eyes flickered over to Yoongi, who was shirtless and fighting against a random soldier.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows before realizing that he probably shouldn’t be out here, that some of these men might recognize him. He quickly turned and walked back inside, feeling saddened that he wasn’t even able to do the one thing he just really wanted to do right now.

“Jungkook!” The man paused and turned, finding Yoongi rushing after him. “Hey, Why did you leave?”

“I can’t be seen and recognized, remember?” Jungkook said sadly.

“Did you want to spar?” Yoongi asked, a small smile forming on his lips. “I would be glad to oblige, I’ve been wanting to spar with you since you’ve arrived.”

Jungkook lit up a bit. It was a stark difference from the Jungkook Yoongi had met just a few hours prior. This one seemed a bit more lively, even though a greater sadness lurked behind his eyes. “I would love to.” Jungkook said, following Yoongi as he led ho to a private training room.

Yoongi groaned the man a sword and handed it to him, before unsheathing his own and facing the younger. “I’m not going easy on you.”

“And I don’t expect you to.” Jungkook grinned back, getting into a ready stance. Yoongi got prepared, as well, moments before he darted forward, swift on his feet and slashing upwards with his blade.

Jungkook easily blocked, spinning away and swiping his sword to the side, causing Yoongi to jump back, creating a bit more space between them. They began to circle one another, assessing their opponent. Yoongi smirked, rushing forward once more, beginning a series of slashes and jabs that Jungkook struggled a little to keep up with.

Yoongi was fast.

And Jungkook was rusty.

Yoongi noticed the doors to the training room open and Hoseok and Namjoon enter, standing off to the side to watch. Jungkook didn’t even look to where Yoongi had, not wanting to get distracted.

The male was able to fend off Yoongi’s attacks, and started to deliver some of his own.

Neither of the men were backing down, each invested in winning against the other.

They were both grinning as they exchanged blows, Jungkook already getting his head clear and feeling better. Sparring and training was always a way for him to relax and unwind, clear his head and just...enjoy life in a way that nothing else could ever do for him.

He had grown up around swords and hundreds of other weapons of war. It was his life, what he had been trained to do. Yet even though it was a bit forced upon him, he enjoyed it like nothing else. Having the freedom to pick up a blade and just...move with it, sparring phantom partners, not even real ones taken away...that had been a real blow on Jungkook, something he’d never really gotten over loosing. To him, this was freedom.

Yoongi and him went back and forth for what seemed like, hours, landing small blows on each other, but neither really getting the upper hand. Both Hoseok and Namjoon were surprised, since Yoongi was known to be one of the best, if not the best fighter around the castle. Hoseok himself had only beaten the man a few times out of the hundred of times they had sparred.

Jungkook was feeling at peace with himself, when the doors suddenly opened and the small bubble he’d built popped. Jimin came walking in, shoulders slumped and head down.

Jungkook immediately dropped his sword and ran towards his brother, scooping him up into his arms.

“Jimin…” he breathed out. Jimin’s shoulder shook as he suddenly began to sob, clinging onto his brother.

Jungkook held him tightly, tears of his own falling down his face as he nuzzled into his brother’s neck.

Eventually a Jimin calmed down enough and pulled away, suddenly conscious that they had an audience.

“Hyung…” Jimin said softly.

“J...ji...Min.” Jungkook began to sway on his feet, his vision going blurry.

“Jungkook!” Jimin screamed out.

Just as his brother crashed to the floor, unconscious.