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It was always a thought.
A thought of including Jaehwa, his first ever crush, the only girl that he dreamed of doing all of what teenagers would with their girlfriends.
A thought of always including her presence in things he loved to do.
A thought that wherever she was, his Jaehwa was well and good.
But now as he and the three people who knew that little sixteen year old Jaehwa whose giggles still echoed in his overwhelmed brain, made Jungkook whip his head from side to side to forget for a second that he felt more hurt than ever.
She was right there with him. Every day of the last seven months that she had been in Busan, she had been with him as Rosaliá, under an alias. He felt hurt, extremely underprepared for the fact that she didn't tell him, and he felt strange because he remembered telling her all about his little crush on her, unknown to the fact of his childhood crush actually sitting in front of him.
"All the doors would be shut sealed..." He heard Hoseok muttering to himself as they speed walked in the deserted corridors of the palace as they approached the tunnel pathway for the arena that connected the two.
"But you can open it right?" Seokjin asked as he stared at Hoseok to find the male shaking his head in disdain as he groaned in a quiet way of exuding the immense level of frustration.
"Once it's jam locked, it's more of like closed for good. It's a security measure for no forced intrusion." He spoke more in frustration.
"So—"
"Even if we go there, we won't be much of use to her if she needs us." He said looking at Yoongi with a look of disappointment.
"Well, we still have the earplug surveillance. She can still hear us." He said making Jungkook's heart surge up in the rapid beating.
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Blood. The excruciating feeling of blood on her, all over herself as she felt slathered, not harmed but scratches and wounds had been what Rosalia- no, they knew her now.
They knew she wasn't an ordinary assassin, but the last living part of the Danish monarchy, that they used to know as Jaehwa. Someone they knew to be dead, but here she was. Slitting throats and shooting people left and right, creating chaos slowly, silently as she moved in the direction of the arena where the apparent mouth-breathers were. And probably, Soobin too.
She wanted to kill him, the absolute feral need in her to stay focused on the mission, and loyal to the rule of the battalion was what had her perplexed but she knew better than to deter from it.
Soobin's death could wait but she had to kill the Diktatoren.
With the sound of the armory hitting the hard stone path, she watched as the South Korean soldiers marched forward among the debris of war. Her eyes focused on the sound of pistols echoing as they were shot into the air, killing anything that came in their way.
And soon holding onto the last bit of calmness in her, Jaehwa sneaked inside the arena only to see the sight of absolute confusion.
Soobin on the floor kicking at his assaulter while a bunch of men stood to a side watching all of this happen.
Her eyes betrayed her brain as she watched the man she had been thinking of as the traitor struggling against the outnumbered situation he had fallen to. Soobin wasn't compromised. He had been forced to. Good thing his death wasn't going to see the end of the day for Jaehwa had taken it to her will that his last breath would be taken once she had plunged her dagger through his heart for treason.
His blood shot eyes meeting hers, she saw how Soobin grew alarmed as his weakened arm reached out to her. His lips forming words she watched as he yelled 'run!' Wirh all his might as he winced and grunted with pain.
But Jaehwa didn't run. She wasn't quitter. She was a warrior designed to kill. And that was exactly what she did as the army of men who were assaulting the commander earlier came for her. Soobin had to wait, Jaehwa had cowards to kill.
Dagger slashing through the stale air of the arena she valiantly and with Grace marched around cutting throats and bouncing off of armed men as they dropped dead one by one. None of them being able to stand in her way. Aggression personified, Jaehwa could oy see red around her, on her, blood painting the floors of the arena as the shrieks of pain and bones crunching on impact resounded around her but had she flinched once? No, because the only breath of relief that she released was once rhe last standing man in the area had dropped dead when her dagger had left his severed neck.
Her eyes looking for Soobin she found him gasping for breath as he tried to keep his eyes open, his hand holding onto his shoulder. Running over to him, she held him up, taking him to a pillar where he could rest his back. Glazed eyes of gratefulness met hers as he bowed and for a second Jaehwa felt as if he knew. He knew she was of noble blood but maybe it was a bow out of gratitude.
"I-I tried to s-stop them." He muttered wincing as he settled better.
"...you did a good job" She said checking him for any more injuries as she kneeled by his side.
"How did you find m-me...lady Ros-" a cough fit interrupting his speech, Soobin groaned at the pain shooting at his shoulder.
"Stop talking. And don't move."
She spoke with authority when the sound of a singular pair of footsteps sounded as they walked down the stairs of the arena, that led itself from the audience.
She didn't turn. It felt like this was it. She could see Soobin gulping, as he tried to sit up to come into a stance of protection but Jaehwa's hand that had been on his arm pushed him back with gentleness as she waited for the new admission to announce his arrival.
Afterall, she had been waiting for this all along.
