𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 10 │ 𝔖𝔶𝔠𝔞𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 ❦

In the Kim's Mansion

Namjoon attentively observed Y/n walking towards his room. On finally finding him and his older brother alone, he decided to complete their incomplete conversation.

He frowned his brows together, and tilted his head to the side while adding, "I just couldn't get one thing right."

"What?" Jin responded.

"When I met her earlier, I couldn't sense her human scent, even nobody could because then it would've been a complete chaos."

"I cast a spell on her to avoid any chaos."

"Oh, I see. You're gaining more strength with each passing second that even I failed to recognize it!" Namjoon sarcastically replied, and a half chuckle mixed with a scoff escaped from his mouth.

Jin frowned at his brother's impolite reaction, as his eyes tried telling Namjoon something that he didn't want to know.

"Now that father is favouring you, you're ought to become more powerful, future minister Kim," Namjoon tauntingly added as envy coursed through his veins.

"He's favouring none of us! Why don't you understand that?" Jin aggressively yet in a calm voice, spoke.

The air between them thickened and Namjoon removed his gaze away from his brother. Realising the purposeful look on Namjoon's face, Jin continued, but in a softer tone, "Namjoon-ah! Why are you doing this? Let's just-"

The door swung open and Y/n entered in maid's clothes. Namjoon held back his laughter while Jin shifted his attention to Y/n and decided to show her around the house.

Rolling his eyes, Namjoon impatiently stepped towards his room.

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In the Castle of Kim's clan

A little boy ran through the woods, the once familiar trails that wound through the towering trees now seemed cloaked in darkness, whispering secrets he did not wish to know.

Shadows danced and swayed, their sinister shapes playing tricks on his trembling mind. His small hands scraped by the bristles of the leaves of the plants shedding their gnarled branches everywhere.

The moon peeked through the canopy, casting a pale glow upon the forest floor. It illuminated twisted roots, creating a treacherous obstacle, that threatened him to trip again at every turn he took. With his bruised knee, his lungs burned, straining for oxygen, he pushed himself further, his eyes brimmed with tears of loss and sorrow.

Soon, he reached closer to the human habitats that marked the end of the forest. He ran forward, with determination to survive and to carry on the responsibility laid on his little shoulders by his mother and father. His breathing turned to gasps as his heart, became a suffocating well. More tears fell from his eyes when his mind reminisced about his parents.

He stepped onto the gravelly path and allowed his exhausted trance to fall on the hard road. To cope with the sudden and unexpected exhaustion, his body started transforming into its animal form, as he closed his eyes. A kind human approached near his laying form; surprised by the feral, the human carefully approached it while at the same time examining it. The baby animal was too tired to defend itself when the human took it in his embrace.

"You look so wounded, baby fox! Let's treat you."

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Kim Jeong Ho opened his eyes from the sudden flashback, his eyes frantically trailing the intricate details of his room as he shifted on his enormous four-poster bed, its canopy billowing with sheer white silk curtains.