Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

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Jungkook walked back and forth in dimly lit his room. His eyes creased in the thought and biting his lip. A knock on his door pulled him out to answer the door.

“Jungkook-ssi, no mood to have breakfast today?" Jimin came in with toast and juice. Jungkook smiled softly and denied it. “Had a really long night, didn't we. Thought of having extra sleep.”

“Oh? were sleeping? Did I disturb you?”
    “No Jimin-ah, anyways I suddenly recalled a work to be done. I am sorry for no art class today. And I wanted to ask one thing um—How far is Arthur town from here?"

“Arthur town?” Jimin tilted his head “Probably takes four hours, if taken the shortest route. Why you asked? Have to go there?"

“Yes, I have to.” Jungkook nodded.

“Can I know, why? I mean, you know, you talked to me about Namjoon and his weird eyes that you witnessed the evening you had drinks in tavern. If it is then you shouldn't leave house and travel so far.” 

Jungkook smiled at the worry of his student Jimin and raised his brow in search for an excuse. “Ah, actually I don't have heart to leave the house, but my mother's cousin stays there. She told me to hand her some presents mother prepared. I have to meet my relative.” he found it.

“Oh then you must go. I will have the maids pack you something for lunch and don't forget be safe and alert around. The town you are leaving for, goes to the north side and has only one way which is where Namjoon's house comes through.”

“Yes I'll be alert and that's why I won't take the provided carriage but public lift, now I am leaving and see you in the evening. If it gets close around midnight, don't stay awake. I'll be here safe and sound—wish me luck.” Jimin looked confusingly.

"Wish you Luck? For what?"

Jungkook chuckled “For I am traveling there, cramping my back for hours just to find out she isn't home. Nothing should go in vain right?"

Jimin smiled and nodded.

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A carriage lift was stopped at the end of the road and Jungkook got comfortable inside, keeping his small bag aside and embraced himself in the warmth of coat.

Jimin wanted him to take his warm comfortable carriage and charioteer but that wasn't safe as he is going out searching for beauty in white and doesn't want anybody from the mansion to know about this mysterious person. He wants to make as possible distance from reaching this news to Kim Namjoon.

Jungkook.

As the carriage left the town, leading to north where this town ends and has only one way to lead out, the atmosphere became dry, cold, gray, foggy and chilled. Trees were dehydrated, so the winds. Chills gathered around my body as I anticipated the house of Namjoon, it must be huge, gray, welcomed with the statue of demon but to my relief and surprise I didn't see any sort of house nearby

I shifted to my other side's window and checked the other side only to find it plain forest.

Then where he lives? Namjoon?—anyways leave him.

I opened my diary and started writing down whatever Jimin told me, about how a lovely man turned into a forbidden story. How his existence once a beauty turned into endless tunnel of grief for his husband.

Did he cheat? Did he preferred death than the man he married? If not then why did he do that? And is he even dead or hiding well?

I ran out of ink as this story consumed much of my thoughts, questions and feelings. I didn't write this as a small novel of love ending down the misery but two people who fell when they weren't meant to be. A man who was meant to have misery yet couldn't take it without ache. Pages are abundant in my diary, I will find and write the closure soon. Who knows how it will end. But every story needs fullstop.