Taehyung, November 7, 1985, Battlefield
Blood. That was all I could see - a river of crimson flowing like a macabre painting before me. Death was all I could hear, the echoes of silence from fallen warriors reverberating in my ears. It was everywhere, a suffocating presence enveloping me in its chilling embrace. Surrounding me like a relentless shadow, the battlefield lay strewn with the remnants of a gruesome battle. Nausea clawed at my insides, threatening to betray my composure, yet I swallowed it down with gritted determination, each step forward a testament to my resolve. Soldiers, once fierce and valiant, now lay scattered and broken, their bodies bearing the scars of unforgiving conflict. Some were frozen in time, encased in a layer of frost that stole away their warmth and vitality. Others lay exposed, their flesh rent asunder to reveal the visceral truth of war. Organs glistened in the pale light, a grim reminder of the humanity that once pulsed within them. Most of the fallen belonged to the rival kingdom, their sacrifice now a pawn in the ruthless game of conquest orchestrated by Jungkook.
"There's one last one left," Jungkook utters from beside me. Standing there, he points at the adolescent, who seeks refuge behind the still form of a fallen horse, a stark contrast to his innocent appearance. "He's the heir to the kingdom," Jungkook continues coldly, his words cutting through the tense air that surrounds us. "Why don't you be a dear and finish him off for me?" Each syllable he utters feels like a weight on my already burdened conscience.
"H-he's just a child. W-why are you m-making me do this?" I stammer. The thought of taking a life, especially that of a mere child, terrifies me to the core. How could I, a mere pawn in this dark game, be capable of such a cruel act?
"You've killed plenty, dear," Jungkook retorts callously, his words hitting me with harsh truth. His gloved hands, almost tauntingly pristine against the backdrop of our grim reality, exert a subtle pressure as he pushes me towards the vulnerable child. The ultimatum he presents hangs heavily in the air, a grim reminder of the stakes at play. "Now, end him before I end your parents. You wouldn't want that, right?" His threat looms over me, coercing me to make a decision that goes against every fiber of my being.
Selfish. I am selfish. With a heavy heart and a trembling hand, I raise my icy powers, the very essence of my being, and watch as the heir's life ebbs away under its frigid touch, a shiver coursing through my entire being as the line between right and wrong blurs in the face of survival.
Monster.
Murderer.
Killer.
I'm all of those.
I was made into all of those.
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Jimin's hand rubs soothing circles on my back as I hunch over, expelling every last trace of the meager contents of my stomach. The battle had left me drained, both physically and mentally, rendering my appetite nonexistent. The gory scenes replay mercilessly in my mind, causing a revulsion that makes even the thought of food unbearable.
Without a word, Jimin tenderly splashes cold water on my face, the coolness offering a brief respite from the haunting memories. Supporting me as we exit the bathroom, he settles me gently onto the bed. After the battle, Jungkook, I, and the rest of the soldiers came to the now abandoned castle. It was mostly empty, with a few quivering servants hiding in the corners. Surprisingly, Jungkook let me stay in the royal chambers. He also permitted Jimin to guard me.
"How are you feeling, love?" Jimin asks as places a soothing kiss on my temple. I melt into his touch and rest my head on his chest. Jimin wasn't dressed in his uniform, just normal civilian clothes and he looked absolutely gorgeous.
"Better. Thanks for being here for me," I whisper. "I feel so dirty, Jimin. I could all of those innocent soldiers. I'm a monster, aren't I?"
"No, love. You are not a monster. Situations like these make us humans do things that are against our wills. Never call yourself a monster, Tae. You are far from one. The real monster is the one who's making you do these awful things," Jimin answers.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" I place a kiss on Jimin's cheek, making him turn red. "Jimin, I told Jungkook."
"Told him what?" Jimin asks, brows furrowed.
"I - told him that I want to get married to him," I mumble as Jimin's grip on me tightens. "He agreed."
"H-he did?" Jimin's voice quivered as held onto me tightly.
"Yes," I confirm. "Don't worry, Jimin-ah. I'll kill him and then everyone will be happy."
"I hope everything works out, love," Jimin whispers. "I can't bear the thought of you being with that retched bastard. Promise me, love. You'll kill him on the wedding night."
"I will, Jimin," I reply. "Right on the wedding night."
"He's a wicked man, love. You can't even fathom the things he might do to you. He's torturing you now but what would happen when you get married to him? What if you a-aren't successful and h-he takes advantage of you?" Jimin's words held so much anger, fury, concern, and a hint of possessiveness.
"H-he w-won't. Nothing will happen," I reassure him and myself. Suddenly, we hear footsteps from outside the door and Jimin and I separate. The door is swung open just as Jimin stands up and presses himself against the wall, acting as if he's 'guarding' me.
Jungkook steps in, his blue robes swinging beside him. "Park, why are you standing here?"
"Guarding him, Your Highness. He didn't have the chains on so I was slightly concerned about the safety of the lords, nobles and of course, You." Jimin answers, his voice lacking any emotion.
"You wouldn't hurt a soul, right doll?" Jungkook smirks as he steps closer to me. "You may stand outside the door and wait for us."
Jimin nods and walks out, leaving the door open. "Close the door, Park." Jungkook utters. Jimin solemnly nods and closes the door, the click echoing through the room.
Jungkook turns to me, walking closer. He takes my chin between his fore-finger and makes me look at him. "You look sickly. Did you vomit?"
"Yes," I mutter, averting my eyes. He was close to me. Too close.
"Eyes on me when I'm talking, dear," Jungkook hums. "Don't ruin my celebration with your little mood swings. I'm very happy, as you can see."
"Happy because you made me kill innocent people?" I question.
"Yes, of course," Jungkook whispers as he leans even closer. "But I'm also very happy that I've gotten such a pretty little thing as my wife."
"We're not married, yet," I mumble. And I'm not your 'wife'.
"We will be soon," Jungkook smirks. "When we get back to my kingdom, I'll sort out your wedding dress."
"Why are you here?" I ask, diverting his attention. All this talk about getting married to him is making me nauseous again.
"Oh yes. You will be joining me for a feast," Jungkook says as he straightens up. "With all the other lords and nobles."
"But why?" I ask.
"I'll be announcing our engagement, of course."
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