✔ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐏 𝐉 𝐌

8. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘

She is a fire, let her loose, and she will burn down anything.

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Myrah pov

So? What did you propose?" Rima asked.

"Anything he would wish for, from me," I replied with a snigger.

"Anything! What the-"

"Yes. I knew what he wanted and I made the bargain with him when he came to stop by a few days ago. He kills under my order and out of self-defense, I slay him. He takes the censure of the whole master behind the scene. Straightforward as it sounds," I said to her in a skimpy voice and chortled at my plot.

I couldn't help but laugh senselessly as I entered my husband's and my chamber. I brushed away the slight tear in the corner of my eyes as I cracked up like a mad woman. Is this how triumphing feels like? Oh dear, I would never like to lose.

"What if someone interprets your plan? Yoongi is a tough and competent man, Myrah."

"Who would dare to challenge Jimin's wife? Even if they did, Jimin would never. Such a poor baby bear he is, and my Hoba is there for me. He treasures me and will take care of me. Nothing can go amiss," I concluded.

"I admire your nerve to diss the King in his chambers but why fool Hoba? What did he do to have it coming?" Rima asked,

"Fate, you shall call. He is a unified candidate for sacrifice. He got into this by himself due to his weak nature. Bother less about him," I ensured.

"I shall spare his life if he doesn't meddle in mine. Have levity with your boy as long it retains," I mocked as she grumbled, "He is not my boy! He is his momma's boy."

"You are his Momma!" I taunted her more as she hit me on my shoulders. "Anyways, how do you feel? Like actually? You can't be okay with permitting yourself to be distressed! What if Hoba did not come?" she asked earnestly.

To be real, I had a sting of dread inside me, I knew it well earlier. But I had no other alternative but to confront it. "To be feared by others is to be fearless of anything. And Myrah must be feared," I told her while apprising myself that staking my pride or anything is nothing before my hatred and revenge.

Rile and Pain insulated me from the fear. "And I was exceptionally certain that Hobi would come. When I want something to happen, I will make it ensue. Don't be fretted about me."

"But... please make sure you don't impair yourself in the end," she tried to coax me as she added, "You have got a missive, Myrah. A man who was outfitted under a violet robe asked me to deliver it to you," she disclosed as she gave it to me.

My heart felt light hearing her, the letter must be from him.

I asked her to retire as I opened the brown paper.

I will wait for you at our typical site at dusk, Plum.

I watched the flames dancing in the air- they burned the letter I placed on the light as I jeered at the word plum. I would rather prefer being called wild cherry.

Drowsy, I went back to bed. It's been ever so long since I had a peaceful sleep. No trauma drama. When the flare inside you is never satisfied, it will never let you sleep.

*

I rode in my fine white horse, escorted by Ri-ma. We went along the desolate lanes of the capital, Busan.

I broke her thoughts as I asked, "Are you mulling over Hobi?"

Before she could assert, I urged, "Don't. When the time comes, it will take him along with him. Don't fall in love with him."

She pertained to the stillness, and later asked me, "What about Jimin? Does he trust you?"

"Well... let's see that today," I told her as I recalled notifying him about visiting the old Buddha temple at sundown.

"What if he falls in love with you?" she asked softly and I gleamed, "He better."

"I can't figure out you. Why do you detest him?"

"To an assassin, everyone is a target. I don't loathe him, only my hatred for this kingdom has grown into a gigantic tree, laying on its branches. It will foul and annihilate all the souls," I answered back as I got down and walked my horse to a post and tied it.

"What are you going to do next?"

I glimpsed at her and replied with a wink, "You will know it soon."

My lips curved into a silly smile as I moved forward.

Enmity and vengeance can never cease me from smiling, damn! I, myself admire my gorgeous smile, how can I conceal it?

The temple walls were broken, more than the last time I stopped by this place. The temple was seldom visited by any, but it sure did have a particular place in my heart. Not because of God but because this was where I met him.

There were small bushes that bloomed cherries, the wind hissed as the leaves fell. I recognize clambering the tree that stood at the side of the temple to gather gooseberries. The gooseberries have a bitter salt taste like my past, but yum! I love gooseberries.

I walked on the tree's flank as I entered the small door. The tall walls of the thin aisle opened up to a spectacular panorama.

In a small little pond that rested among the red trees, fall is one of my dearest seasons, the fetching hue of the red, orange, and yellow theme of nature is eye pleasant. It sort of wells up the warmness within me. Among the sight, stood him. Another eye candy to gaze upon eternally is Kim Taehyung.

He turned his body to face me. He was always fully decked out, his face usually under a cape, though I have seen him without wearing his robes, with a just face he can enchant any woman.

His chiseled cheekbones, thin lips... I looked to my side, to inspect whether Rima was gaping at this male or not. It is better to be single, we don't have to worry about commitment and stare at anyone. I am not flattered by him, is it like a kind of admiration? I am not sure.

"Myrah..." he called in his husky deep voice.

If there are any individuals more vital to me than Rima it would be him.

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