Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Evanora's P.o.v:

          Playing with the ring pendant, I bit my lip and forced my eyes to concentrate on the map that was resting between my palms. I was holding the piece of paper next to a lit candle, the darkness inside the building making it impossible to see anything, but there was no actual reason for me to look at it. Sighing, I folded it and placed it on the bed. I have already memorized every line and dot which existed on it. I gritted my teeth as I sat up and tried to ignore the pain in my abdomen. The wound was causing me a lot of trouble. It hurt like Hell and it wasn't healing too fast either. Staring at my lap, I tried to convince myself that all of this was happening with a purpose, except I couldn't understand. Why did it actually have to be like this?
          Everything was so fucked up. Queen and Aria were dead, Chris was unconscious, Magnus lost his powers and the others were severely traumatized. Why did fate have to hurt all of us this way? I clenched my jaw and sighed. Maybe a part of everyone's pain was my own fault. I was supposed to bring only Denise to the 19th century. But, letting myself be influenced by the intoxicating thoughts, I believed that bringing all three of them would be for the best. I had such a grand plan. I wanted to transform the three assassins of fate into my mortal weapons. I wanted to use them against Queen and to send them after Tae San. Truth is, both me and Chris fought on them as if they were some kind of prize. And they were a prize, actually. Because they held such great power. After surviving Queen's games last year, the entire realm sang songs and made up stories about "The Legend of the Three Assassins". Everyone loved them and appreciated their courage. I didn't know if the word about Queen's and the sword swinger's death had spread already, but I was soon going to find out. Because I was going to go after Tae San myself. I was going to leave behind the helpless dream which shattered into millions of pieces and take care of my destiny alone. The three assassins didn't exist anymore, but they still held that authentic and soul-shaking power. It was still flowing through the archer's and the magic bender's veins. However, in the world of humans, they were just some normal girls who had no idea about the influence they had on the world of creatures. And the power they once beheld was to be buried deep under the dust of the 19th century. They weren't going to come back. I was going to make sure of it.
          Slim fingers moved away the strands of hair which covered my face and I threw a side glance towards the man who sat beside me. His name was Kyong Su. Or so he told me. However, his features were enclosed in the darkness and I couldn't really deduce anything, but I searched in the depth of my memory for his pointed chin, the arched eyebrows, the stern expression. There was no doubt that he looked exactly like that in the dark too.

Kyong Su: Are you feeling any better, witchling? *he asked in a purring tone*
Evanora: *I held back from punching him in his stomach* Yes, hybrid, I'm fine.
Kyong Su: *he frowned at the nickname and tilted his head* I wasn't asking if you are feeling fine. I was asking if you're not dying. *his thumb lifted my chin* It would be a pity to set such a pretty corpse like yours ablaze.
Evanora: *I jerked my face from his hold* Go away!
Kyong Su: Well, dear lady, *he stood up* excuse me, but this is my house. *he crouched down in front of me* And you can't tell me what to do.