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WHAT IF I GO?
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Dangun — the forefather of the Korean people.
Except utmost notably, the truest father of Kim Namjoon. Fitting to the ancient epoch of his father, many considered the new King to be the grandson of Dangun Wanggeom, however following his superannuation, undetectable as bereavement, he left to the absentminded mountains and became the celestial essence that safeguards the consecrated lands — Sansillyeong.
One thousand, nine hundred and eight summers. The reign of his has persisted, before he left the mortal lands. One thousand, nine hundred and eight summers. Hiding one of his sons from all until his departure.
"Father," Namjoon ambled over to the similar opening, inspecting over the properties of Jinjoseon and the never-ending mountains before him, "hear our people's call,"
His eyes were burnished, principally due to the sensations he would always fleece begin to case when he was unaccompanied and exhausted, but at the end of the day, he would stroll the line of being a sovereign lonesome. All these years of throbbing and inaccessibility, absent from conclusion and kind-heartedness were becoming a heavyweight load for Namjoon. Missing nothing nonetheless the fortune for his people, Namjoon would scapegoat his own exhilaration and disrepair his spirit's demand, merely for his people's flourishing vivacity.
"Direct me an indication that I am on an accurate route," he slurred into the skyline lay before him, beseeching his father to set him on a right path of leading the population, "you left without a declaration, father,"
Arcane behind he distinguished that he would acquire no signal, his father left with no words and all these years, would discount the calls of his son. To Namjoon, it was equitable to think that his father depended on him too well to step aside and completely let the young man govern, but at times like this, where he is trapped in a midpoint, his father's assistance was necessary more than hopefulness.
"Your majesty," Da-woon termed out when the entrances of the King's chambers unlocked, "the vice Dangun of Beonjoseon is here—,"
Before the King could respond, he severed the vice Dangun emerge behind his advisor, insisting him through, rubicund mantles hasty around him due to his punitive and debauched pace, "Namjoon!" he interjected, as the Supreme Dangun mounted by the opening, "you cannot halt an audience, remarkably as vital as this for a private discussion over unresolved family disputes!" his eyes were full of vehemence, face bloodshot and fists clenched at his sides.
"This is not in contradiction of the cypher," Namjoon contended instantly, his eyes as eclectic as a golden coin, "I cannot continue the audience when the traitors have been offered without an act of resolving the issue,"
The vice Dangun groaned, crossing his arms over his chest, and restricting his eyes at the King, lips in a shrill line as he tried to power the indignation which was stirring within him. This is not how he sought the chief audience to go, mainly with the inhibit that was dragged by the inapt kid and then the King. Undoubtedly, he should've organised his displeasure well, but when his people are disappearing, and more will shortly, as some extraneous conspirators of the Gojoseon are contemporaneous around them, play-acting responsibilities of acquitted souls — he had no select.
