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Jungkook rose on his own. His conscience compelled him to follow her. Strangely enough, he ended up walking home as his heart desired. With no words uttered, a thousand are said, and in the home, they speak of security and comfort. The wind flew warm and guided him inside. His left arm reached his right shoulder and pressed it.

He found that the pain in his arm dulled when he pressed down hard. Our bodies themselves, when pressured with enough pain, go numb, don't they? At Least it has a physical form, poor mind, what can it do? Jungkook hasn't lost it yet, thankfully or not, now he can't bear his aching heart. He is 'the' Jungkook. And not this Jungkook can hurt someone, not even his own wife.

Striding to their room, unease bubbled up and filled him completely. Upon opening the door, there was a surprise waiting for him, uninvited.

"What do you want Park Fucking Jimin?" he asked as Jimin got off the cot and walked near. Jimin probed Jungkook's injured shoulder blade with his finger, but Jungkook was unmoved.

"Easy there, Kook. You don't want them to hurt your wife, do you?" he asked nonchalantly. Jungkook's left hand balled into a fist and destroyed the wall behind Jimin. The wall cracked like a thorny bush as it bled him. A gust of wind swept across Jimin's face from the power of the impact. With his hands still on the wall, Jungkook asked,

"Say it again,"

Jimin's lips folded into a pout as he moved away and said, "Aw, Kook, you heard what I said. Now bring her back. "

"Don't 'Kook' me motherfucker,"

"You can't keep hiding here with your wife, Jungkook. Arkae has her. I might be still too cocky to come back to warn you and might you not believe my innocence, but he has her Jungkook. He has Yun-Hee. You know I can't let that bastard have her. "

"Your innocence? Bullshit." Jungkook said as he held Jimin's collar against the wall and spoke, "Where does he have her, Jimin? Didn't you leave us behind to lick his ass?"

"How many times should I remind you of that? I did it for saving you, darn it!." Jimin cracked a fake laugh as he continued, "And to answer your question Jungkook, they are the shadows of Arkae. Not I know where they are taking her," Jimin explained. Jungkook clasped his fist again before landing a hard blow against Jimin's nose. Jimin burst into a genuine laugh as he drew his hands to his bloody nose.

"Make way for the lost Prince Jungkook Jeon. Hail Silla!" Jimin raised his hands as he called out jeeringly.

"NO, I don't want the throne. What I want is my wife and you shall take me to her."

"Look who's demanding? I am not guilty." Jimin nudged Jungkook as he continued, "You are guilty. That's why you couldn't kill me the last time you tried. If there is someone to annihilate your generation, it should be fucking me! I can't let Taehyung harm her. I must be the one!"

Jungkook pushed Jimin to the floor and beat him. "I am not guilty and I won't let anyone near her!" Jungkook warned as he hit Jimin until he scoffed out blood. Jungkook then dragged Jimin to the hall room and dropped him there before coming back with a thick rope. He tied it around Jimin's neck and swung at the roof frame. Pulling the thread the other way, Jungkook left Jimin hanging down the frame before telling,

"Die. Don't come back to fucking die again."

"Pain full felt can only be half comprehended by others," Ra-el repeated to herself and stood up. For she could not deny but acknowledge  her heart that aches for someone to understand her, but oh, she does also know that stays within her delusions.

Certain sacrifices were necessary  to carve a warrior upon a nobody. And she left all her blinding hopes to embark on this death saga.

Her eyes found Yoongi, who fell asleep near her with a cloth in his hand. There were a few herbs and water around him. I must have fallen unconscious, Ra-el noticed.

"I must leave immediately." Ra-el recited as she dragged herself out. As she took a step down from the room, in a swish, she felt an ice-cold sword near her neck. Her finger tapped at it and the blade reverberated, sending shrill echoes down her ear.

"Where are you going?" she heard Yoongi speak from the back of his throat.

"To find Taehyung," Ra-el's hand held the blade as she spoke.

"In this blood-shedding evening, with the wolves at your neck? Oh, you might find your death before you find him." Yoongi remarked to which Ra-el pulled the blade in front. She scratched her neck unbothered as Yoongi was pulled against her back.

While Yoongi was dumbfounded by the intimacy, she secured her hand tightly on the sword and pulled it in an arc. Yoongi's hand that held the sword now left it as Ra-el brought the sword to her other side, scraping Yoongi's neck.

"Don't underestimate me, Min," she spoke between her breath and dropped the knife. Yoongi only chuckled in appreciation. He brought his hands over her waist, pulling her back against him.

"What are you... doing...you" Ra-el tried to squirm free, only in vain. "Let. Me. Go!" she yelled as her hands drew lines on his and jumped, but oh, could she ever get free of his hold?

Yoongi brought her much closer, and she calmed down, waiting for him to speak. His quick breath fluttered through her skin as he said, "Let me take you to Taehyung." 

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Kat:

Who is your fav ship/ who do you ship?

Did they curse a lil 2 much? ( trust me this is the refined version!) am a lil ashamed n shy bout that( not too much tho)

it may take some time to understand the characters- 

I know the pace is zap zap fast- but I guess this is just it! I have set back to write in the flow- letting the words I type to take me to the end.

uff- how to write filler chapters?