Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

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"Whose soul really died when you were killed?"

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The cold winter winds slashed across making invisible sharp cuts on Jungkook's skin as he peeked out of the Chariot's window to see the gloom around the lonely road ahead with woods surrounded.

The Charioteer was commanded to drive the vehicle as wild as he could as if they were on way to wage a war. The forest frozen around, the wind with a mixture of moist and dryness, the sky heavy gray, a strange confusing weather-uncertain if it would snow or rain.

Among the uncertain there was an certainty on the countenance of young man who's brows could easily say what a determination he was carrying. The will to set things straight, to mend what was never meant to be broken.

He finally learnt everything he wanted to. Understood and pieced together every broken stories from the day he stepped into the misery mansion-that's what he felt dwelling in with those two brothers.

As he dived in deeper into the history burried within the walls, the more things swirled like a never ending staircase, the depth more dark than he bargained.

He heard stories from all other perspectives rather the one who saw the truth and lived in it's misery under the mask of his fake death. Eventually he heard and saw it all through the very man's eyes who had this all tragedy revolving around him.

He eventually got enlightened on why that beauty in white was never seen with any brilliance but melancholy. He finally learnt things were far more gruesome in a name of just a revenge game than he had imagined.

How Satan itself walked on this land wearing the most gentle looking skin and flesh who he named Kim Namjoon.

The road felt longer than it was, the sun who never showed it's glimpse under the thick dark clouds was ready to set behind mountains, the winds turned more sharper showing a warning of an arriving storm.

He wanted to reach the destination as fast as possible and break the disdained castle build around the people he was living with. Dismantling it down brick by brick and let the Kim siblings know the castle was nothing but an illusion made by wolf itself to blow it away at their most vulnerable and eat their fleshes away in the end. The wolf wearing the skin of human made gently to lure the purest.

The neigh of horse rang through the howls of winds and Jimin came out running to the threshold from the dark mansion, couldn't step out as stormy winds intimidated him. His hairs flying across his face, his eyes filled with dust. He watched as Jungkook stepped out and hurriedly made his way to the mansion through the garden.

Jimin immediately closed the door behind them as loud gush of wind echoed in empty hall. "Good to see you back safe. How was your meet with your aunt? Took you so long, Jungkook, I was worried for you. Even brother asked me about you. He stepped out of his room today. Had no color on his face as usual but seeing him out made me feel the day shall go better." Every words fell behind Jungkook who walked straight to his room not sparing a single glance at Jimin who tailed behind. Seeing Jungkook hasty and agitated in his actions confused Jimin.

"Is Taehyung-ssi in his room right now?"

"Yes he is." Answered Jimin "What is wrong? You seem restless."

Jungkook in his room, opened a brown wooden trunk lying below the window. As the room was heavy under the darkness, Jungkook with the help of faint moonlight, lit the single candle and fumbled with some stuff lying in the hefty trunk.

"Something is wrong Jungkook. You are acting peculiar. I hope you can confine in me with your troubles." Jimin couldn't stand this, the cold avoiding gaze of Jeon frustrated him.