THREAD OF DESTINY 📖

Chapter 40: Echoes of Goodbye

*.... Where do we go to grieve when it's our safe place that have died , how do we tell the lungs to breathe through the pain , when they're mourning the air itself.... "

Going back to the past is like
opening a door to a world of memories, both cherished and haunting. It's a journey through time where every moment is vividly alive, pulling at the heartstrings with the weight of what once was. Taemin found himself on this path, retracing steps that felt both comforting and painful, each place a reminder of the love he had lost and the dreams he once shared.

As he moved closer to where it all began, he could feel the echoes of crying and whispers of promises that hung in the air. The past wrapped around him like a familiar blanket, but it also held the sharp edges of heartache that he had tried to forget. Yet, he knew he had to confront it all again-every joy, every tear-because the love he sought to save was worth the pain of remembering. It was a bittersweet return, a chance to rewrite the ending of their story, if only he could gather the courage to face the ghosts waiting for him ahead but this time he had the courage he all needed.

Minutes later in the haunting depths of the forest, where memories twisted like the gnarled roots beneath their feet, Jin pushed Jimin forward, a sinister glint in his eye. "You remember everything now, don't you?" he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You know where the book is hidden, and you will give it too me ."

Jimin's heart raced, the weight of the past crashing down on him. "I trusted you Jin we all did,why did you have to do this, I can't let you have the book Jin! ,I won't give it to you !" he screamed his voice trembling as he glanced at V, who stood at the brink of madness, gun trained on J-Hope.

"Understand? I understand perfectly," Jin sneered, his grip tightening on Jimin's arm. " see right there" he pointed at jhope who was under V's mercy so you better do as I say or watch your ex boyfriend killed your friend ...wow that will be tremendous poetic,,,so Jimin what are you gonna choose, also You're the key, and if you don't lead me to the elixir, I'll make sure V knows exactly what he needs to do." The air thickened with tension, memories of loss and betrayal swirling around them like a storm, as Jimin realized the depths of Jin's darkness.

The air was thick with nostalgia as he finally stepped onto the familiar ground, the weight of memories pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. This was the place where it all began, where laughter once danced through the trees and love blossomed in the sunlight. Yet, it was also the site of heartache, where shadows of the past lingered, taunting him with reminders of what he had tried so desperately to forget.

As they stood before the massive oak tree, its ancient bark twisted and gnarled like the secrets it held, Jin's voice cut through the air like a knife. "Open the door, Jimin. You know what you have to do." His eyes shimmered with a dangerous mix of anticipation and cruelty.

Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, memories flooding back-fragments of a time when a witch, cloaked in shadows, had hidden the book of power using the blood of the King of Grandgrest. "I can't... It will drain all my blood Jin!" he protested, desperation lacing his words. But deep down, he knew there was no escaping this moment. The weight of his past pressed down on him, urging him to act.

"and do I look like I give a fuck! Ahh do it!" Jin commanded, his voice rising with impatience. "Cut your hand, and the oak will reveal the secrets it guards."

With trembling hands, Jimin took a deep breath, recalling the witch's chant that echoed in his mind. He drew a small dagger from his pocket, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. "This is the only way," he whispered to himself, steeling his resolve. With a swift motion, he pressed the blade against his palm, wincing as blood welled up and dripped onto the ground.