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𝟐𝟓- 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘖𝘧 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦

"He wasn't the cold night of winter but the warmth of summer when he wasn't the cursed King but a mischievous Prince growing under the wings of his father, protected from the cruelty of the world"

Yoongi's tongue was like metal melted in fire and his words were the hammer chiseling it into the sharpest sword that was ready to pierce the Omega Prince who was already feeling himself being the protagonist of the folklore Yoongi was narrating but as the matter of fact he was telling the chronicle of his alleged foe, his breathing was calm as his posture was maintained in the same gracefulness he had put it into, while the General's neck was craned so his eyes were gazing out of the window zoning out as if he could picture the youth of the Cursed King of Stygian painted on the mountains in far sight of eyes and as much as the younger was melting like the candles Yoongi had to lighten long ago and forgotten about alas he let the older take his time

"My King if you'll let him get away from every mistake he won't be able to protect himself" the mother Queen speaks to the former King of Stygian, he was tall and tan, his curly raven hair was curling from the end setting down to his neck, forest green eyes slanted and thin maroon lips just like his son foretelling how Taehyung will look in his forties. Young Taehyung was trying to hide behind the tall figure of his father from the scolding of his mother and the Queen of the Stygian Kingdom "I'm here to protect my son he doesn't need to protect himself don't worry, my mate" and this was the green flag for the teen Alpha who was only hearing the red sirens since his mother found out he sneaks in the General's mistress chamber to pull another prank and invaded their intimate intercourse, "I told you father won't scold me mother but you never listen to me" Taehyung shows his sheepish grin sneaking out from behind his father which makes the furious Queen to melt too and embrace her son.

"He and I grew up together as I was raised in the palace by the former King, he used to call me Hyung before this line of King and General was drawn between us" Yoongi briefly chuckled lacking with any humor instead sorrow was overflowing from the sound of it, and Jimin feels it hits his face along the crisp breeze coming from the opened windows "I used to stand by his side watching him turning the whole palace upsidedown from his daily jinks, he was young, wild and free from any worry until that doomed storm took over his peaceful life and snatched all the lights away from his life and throw him in darkness that he never got to pull himself out of and no one ever tries to light up his world not even a mere flicker, I don't even know after all these years of a cold night of winter if he still remembers how warmth really felt"

Jimin gulps down the heaviness his chest was surrounded by like someone was squeezing his organs, he didn't know if he was ready to hear the rest of it, he didn't know if he was ready to face the truth he never tried to acquire, his flat hands laid above his high of his knee clenched around the fabric when Yoongi started speaking again "He was too young to face it, he was too naive, too fragile to survive that devastating havoc, but even if he makes through the ultimate doom I never see the light of life in him again as if he... He died that day and got buried beside his father" and the glistening gleaming in his eyes wasn't from the calm wind blowing against his face but from the hell he encountered his childhood friend goes through and Jimin could feel the ache of the burn of it from his shattering and wavering voice

Blistering waves of heat rose from a sea of the desert, rippling
into patches of blue and white across the sky, the sun was ignited with not only its own fire but another blaze, a blaze of wrath. it was wrathful and inexorable that it turned scarlet from rage, like the blood of the innocent has painted it maroon, the lifeless body of the Stygian King was laying on the cold marble ground, his soul has long bid the goodbye to the cruel world which the abandoned boy now have to face the reality of. Red liquid were embracing the King's body making him indistinguishable as wounds on his body were uncountable which were the doors for that red wine to flow out, hypnotizing the boy filled with anguish and grief sitting on the ground which never once touched his feet beside the corpse of his father who always makes him float in the sky like he was never made to touch the dirt but now he was on his own against the world who was judging him like they were dying to see him off guard