"Who's the next victim Felix?"

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Yoongi hugged his pillow very tightly, he could have broken it into two, or four. Yoongi whimpered as he slept his horrible sleep. The nightmare he had 12 years ago.

Difference is, his father wasn't there for him. Although the petals that weren't dying were following Yoongi, Yoongi felt down. He wanted to stab the life out of himself. You could say he was suicidal now.

Yoongi tugged his hair in worry.

The nightmare was terrifying.

The boat swayed in the strong wind, a dying man inside, clutching his heart.

Yoongi stayed there, in the sky, not able to do anything to the pink-haired man.

The mint-haired boy stared down onto the man, by the look of his face, he looked like he was seasick.

A little pink-haired figure popped out.

"JInsojndcji." The words the man said were blurred out. "Yohdh shosudcie bie hire."

The baby couldn't really speak. The fragile body on the violently rocking boat innocently crawled up to the suffering man. They both connected hands very slowly. Yoongi was shedding tears, knowing what was going to happen.

Suddenly, the man turned around and started coughing out gallons of blood, mixing into the water.

The baby and Yoongi watched, helpless for the man.

But this dream was different. A blonde-haired toddler reached for the boat, to the two people.

"Crisso?" Was the only clear word Yoongi could hear.

"Jeen, shave hem pweis." The suffering man dropped out of the boat, blood spreading out even more into the water.

The blonde- haired man looked around, then to the baby. The toddler reached in for his bag and everything became blurry from Yoongi's perspective.

"AAHHHHH!" Yoongi unconsciously screamed, as he abruptly sat up in his bed, sweating from the panic.

He looked around quickly, in search of cheese to calm him down. He broke down into sobs. His father wasn't there for him.

A messy pink haired Jimin popped up at the door. "YOONGLES! ARE YOU OKAY?" Jimin rushed to Yoongi's side, Yoongi crying.

"Where's appa?" Yoongi cried on Jimin's shoulder, grasping tightly on Jimin's shirt.

"Appa's not here Yoongi." Jimin tried to soothe Yoongi down, hands running down Yoongi's mint hair.

"NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Yoongi yelled, abruptly stood up. "I WON'T BELIEVE THAT!"

"Yoongi." Jimin looked at Yoongi in the eyes. "He's not coming back." 

Yoongi stubbornly stomped his foot.

"He is coming back! Appa won't leave me!" Tears stang Yoongi's eyes.

"Yoongi. He's not." Jimin forced Yoongi to sit down on his bed.

"Huh?" a voice was heard at the door. Yoongi peered over Jimin's shoulder to see the new guest, hoping it was the person he was longing for. Yoongi felt like crying when it was the blonde-haired chef.

"Yoongi? What happened? Would you like cheese?" Jin walked up to Yoongi, holding the cheese carefully.

Yoongi reluctantly took the cheese, legs laid tiredly against the floor. Tears dangerously flowed near the cheese as Yoongi brought the cheese to his mouth.

"What's wrong Yoongi?

Yoongi awkwardly took one bite of the cheese. "I-I had the dream again." He spoke at a whisper.

"What dream??" Jimin and Jin asked at the same time.

"T-The dream where the man died with the baby i-inside. E-expect there was this blonde-haired toddler." Yoongi stammered, taking another bite of the cheese.

"So he didn't know it was me." Jin whispered at a very low voice.

"Huh?" Jimin looked at Jin, not knowing what Jin had said.

"Never mind." Jin hanged his head down, looking at a crying Yoongi. 'They don't know. No one knows Jimin's story except me. Crisso, I hope you are doing okay.'

Jin looked out to the beach he where he had caught the crab half a year ago. He continued to come to this beach, finding it very relaxing. Even if it was stormy and rainy, Jin was alone. Calm. Peaceful. Relaxing.

Jin slowly closed his eyes, taking in the fresh, damp air , spreading his arms out. He then saw a figure out in the sea. Jin strained his eyes to try and look what was so far away from him.

'A boat?' Jin wasn't sure. But he was sure there was a human. Jin dived into the stormy sea, his waterproof pink bag tight around his shoulders.

His hands grabbed around at water, trying to search for the boat in the stormy black sea. His hands made contact with wet wood. Jin hauled his tiny body onto the boat, encountering 2 pink haired people, a baby boy, and a man.

"Crisso?" Jin blinked the rain out of his eyes, getting a clear look at the man that laid before him.

"G-get Jimin safe, please Jin..." Crisso coughed out, blood spluttering into the water.

"Crisso! What happened?" Jin looked at the man's wrists, no bracelet in sight.

"I-I gave the curse to someone else Jin, j-just save him, Jimin." Crisso coughed out more.

"Huh?" Jin was confused.

"P-please save Jimin." Crisso suddenly dropped from the boat, plunging into the red water. The pink-haired baby bursted out into tears.

Jin looked to the baby. "Jimin?" 'Wait so Crisso has a son?' Jin thought, studying the wet pink hair the baby had. Jin opened his bag and got out the photo frame that he had stolen to put the petals. He took 2 out slowly, giving one to the baby, hoping the baby wouldn't throw it away.

"Jimin, follow my actions." Jin cupped the petal firmly in his hands. He muttered a few words, kissed it softly, and let go of the petal. Jimin struggled to follow the elder, only being able to kiss it and then let go. They both watched in wonder as the petals drifted away in the harsh wind, flying up to the sky.

"Jimin, come with me." Jin looked at the baby, then scooping Jimin up.

Jin held the baby tightly as he plunged into the slightly red water. Clutching the shivering body, Jin jumped up onto the shore, his feet uncomfortably rubbing against the wet sand.

Jin cuddled the tiny body into his pink, oversized hoodie.

"You want free education?" Jin looked at the little boy in his arms.

Jimin giggled.

"Yup, you're getting free education, but we gotta get you dry first." Jin smiled at Jimin, trying to get rid about the fact that the person who saved his life had just died. Crisso, Jimin's father.

Jin looked at Jimin, recalling the moment.

Yoongi snuggled into Jin's arms, trying to calm down from the shock he had.

"Shhhhhhhh." Jin tried to calm down Yoongi, as he had once calmed down Jimin.

"Appa." Yoongi muffled into the pink robe Jin had.

"Pretend I'm your dad." Jin tried not to laugh at that sentence. He looked up at Jimin, secretly asking for help at the awkwardness he was feeling.

Jimin stifled a laugh, mouthing 'YOONJIN' at Jin, who was trying to ignore Jimin.

"Yoongi, its all okay, its not real." Jin wished he could tell the younger it was actually real. "Just pretend that the toddler saved the baby and the man." That was half true. The man didn't survive. There was no way to save him.

 Jin tried to stop himself from crying, not because crying was contagious. It was because of Crisso's death. Jin pushed out the throbbing pain, the siren noises, the bird noises, and the feather feelings from his head. The angel and the cursed boy.

Jin looked at Yoongi. "All done now?" Yoongi nodded and smiled softly at the elder, taking a bite of cheese. Yoongi snuggled back into bed with the cheese. Jin and Jimin smiled, leaving the room to go back to bed.

Jin looked out of his actual real window, his eyes catching another person's. Jin abruptly stood up, suspicious of the guy that was in the palace grounds. It was like they were having a staring contest in darkness. He caught a glimpse of red hair.

The brown haired girl woke up in a dark, dim room, a cold, tight chain wrapped around her neck. Some voices were barely audible to her ears. Geongmin struggled to sit properly, her body aching from the position she was unconscious in. The voices were much clearer now.

"What about that girl?" A girl's voice was heard.

"Don't worry Dahyun, I gave her the sleeping poison, she must be sleeping now." A voice, Geongmin guessed Felix had said.

Geongmin smirked, knowing she was immune to poisons, drugs, vaccines, and medicines. The bad thing is, that she couldn't revive from sickness via medicine. She got into an uncomfortable position, but she could hear clearer than before.

"So what was your plan again?" Geongmin guessed Dahyun had asked that.

"You know that we don't want the royal family, right?"

"Mhm."

Geongmin eyes widened opened.

"I just went to the palace, the prince was crying." Geongmin heard a scoff. A girl laugh was heard.

"I killed the king, did you know why?" Felix spoke at a very deep voice, slightly audible to Geongmin.

"No?"

"Ugh, you're so bad at remembering, the prince is cursed, Dahyun, the key to break that curse is..." Felix paused for effect.

"Huh?" 

"...the people he loves. So I killed the king. They were so clueless, they didn't know that the key was right in the palace."

"Great job Felix, so what about the results from that Royal spying group thing?"

Geongmin's blood boiled inside her. That was her group. She struggled around in the chains that bounded her down onto the cold concrete floor. She was angry, frustrated. Everything that had ever happened in her life went downhill.

 She realised she missed part of the conversation.

"Who's the next victim Felix?"

"The next victim is... Park Jimin."

Geongmin started to yank the chains as hard as possible, trying to not make that much noise. 'No! They can't do that! Yoongi loves Jimin! Wait, that is what they are intending to do. But they can't!'

"When will this be?"

"Tomorrow."

Geongmin's eyes popped out of her head. She slowly tugged on the short chains, attempting to get free. 'I need to save the prince's assistant!'

"Ready?" The deep voice asked.

"Yeah."

Namjoon walked down the path where he had studied the mythical creatures, and when he saw them. 'Wait'. Namjoon looked ahead. 'The angel guy?' Namjoon studied the man in front of him, trying hard to not look like a pervert. Namjoon jumped back into his own thoughts, about how cliché movies and books were when someone saved another. 'I mean, why couldn't they both move out of the way? So stupid to just cover up another person that the bullet could clearly go through you.'

His cat ears formed underneath his blue hoodie, being alert for every sound he heard. Some crackles of leaves were heard. Namjoon's attention turned to the leaves.

"Aish! These leaves are so fucking loud!"

"Shhhhh!" a shush was heard. "You're being too loud!" A whisper, to Namjoon's ear, a normal voice could be heard.

"What? How can someone hear me?"

'Wait.' Namjoon thought. 'If the leaves were loud, then shouldn't you be louder?' Namjoon hummed, using his common sense.

"Got the gun ready?" A girl's voice was heard. Namjoon's eyes widened in shock. 'A gun? Who are they going to shoot? If I gotta save someone, that cliché thing better not happen. I don't wanna have to save someone though.'  Namjoon heard a click.

Namjoon was alert for the sound of the shoot, and where it went. 'Guess I have to save someone then.'

As if everything was in slow motion, Namjoon heard the familiar noise he thought he would only hear in movies. Namjoon watched the bullet slowly reach for the special boy in front of him. 'Angel guy, hopefully the cliché thing won't happen.'  Namjoon hoped.

He reached his hands out for the angel. But unfortunately, the cliché thing happened. The pain seared through his leg, as he collapsed to the floor, clenching his teeth to try to stop the pain. The shouts from the shooter and assistant, as Namjoon guessed, were audible to his ears, but not to anyone else.

"ARE YOU OKAY?" The angel bended down to take a good look at the guy that saved him.

Namjoon slowly nodded as everything gradually got blurry. He looked at the blood that spilled from his leg. He felt the ground get lighter as the angel picked the blue-haired man up. They both heard a scream.

"JOONIE!"

Namjoon recognised the too familiar voice. But he couldn't move an inch now.

Kim Geongmin.