Souls of Seoul: The Rise and Fall | OT7

4.

TW: Mentions of suicide and minor character death.

'Fear. Not fear. Intimidating. Battle. Not war. Peace. Won. The Son rises but everything that rises must fall... common sense. How to fall? Down and down. Fall. She will save us. Us, who? We. We can save the world.

Sinda. Gift from the gods. Bangtan. True gift, ultimate balance. Destroyer of darkness. Not all darkness is dark. Wolf in sheep's clothing. Price to be paid. Can not win without balance. She will be a gift.

She will save us. Us, who? Who. Who. Who. The world. Bond with nature. Nature. Love, not trees. Old soul. Rebirth. Bond with us. Us, who? We. Mark of prophecy. The flame. Fire. Gift from the gods. Power.'

The majority of the canted words seem just a dribble of nonsense. But there are obvious words that are screaming at you from the page. Right above Beomsoo's note, 'Rey got into my journals again. Looks like he's on to something... has seen something. His power is finally showing its true strength- maybe he really can see the future', the words 'So much power. The future can change, waves on the ocean. One day... the world will need Sinda, we must answer Nature's call to battle the Son. Price is paid. I will sacrifice. We will win.' are scratched heavily into the page, almost tearing through and the ink splattering slightly at the end of each character stroke.

You gently push the book toward the end of the bed before trying to slowly extract yourself from between Taehyung and Jimin. Tae peeks one eye open and hmms softly at you.

"Shh, sorry, go back to sleep. I'll just be a minute," you shuffle toward the end of the bed, Taehyung nods slightly, his arm grappling across the space you just vacated until he comes into contact with Jungkook's hand that was resting on your shin. You see him thread his fingers through the other mans. The purple and green bonds hums softly and the edges of your vision take on a swirled hue for a moment.

Sliding off the bed you snatch up the book, clutching it to your chest. You stand there for a moment, watching the three sleeping men who are now just faint outlines in the darkness. The sun has set, you realize as you close the bedroom door behind you. The hallway is dark, the giant windows at either end are faintly dark blue with a slight purple cast letting you know it hasn't been down long. You hesitate in the hallway, glancing down one way then the other. You chew your bottom lip a moment, thinking now how you really don't want to disturb anyone.

You huff a breath before crossing the hall to knock softly on Namjoon's door. You wait, listening for a response. When you don't hear anything, you knock a little louder. You hear Namjoon clear his throat before calling for you to come in.

As you open his door, he clicks on a bedside lamp. He yawns and scrubs a hand over his face. He's sitting up, blankets tossed to the side. You can't help the way your eyes trace over his bare chest as you walk toward the bed, the light from the lamp highlighting the contours making him look like he's chiseled from stone.

"Is everything okay?" he asks as you come to a stop by the bed. He eyes the book in your arms for a moment before meeting your eyes.

"I think it might be more than okay," you state softly. "I'm not sure, but I think I might have found something really promising, Joon."

He perks up a bit, shifting over and patting the bed next to him for you to sit. You pull your legs up and cross them, settling your hip against his. You run your hand over the cover of the journal before opening it to the first page you found Rey's writing on. Namjoon leans over, trying to see what is on the page. You place a hand on the page, turning to him you say, "wait. I need to ask you something first."