Jimin couldn’t stop thinking about the strange and unsettling story in "The War God's Chronicle." No matter how hard he tried, something about the way it portrayed Jungkook as a villain felt wrong. His instincts told him that there was more to the story, and he needed to find out what it was.
One evening, unable to shake his curiosity, Jimin returned to the Seoul National Library. The corridors were silent, and the grand shelves towered above him, filled with history, secrets, and forgotten truths. He found his way back to the section where the old history books were kept. There, on the same shelf, was the book he had read before.
But this time, his eyes were drawn to another volume, an even older one, tucked behind the others. Its cover was worn, with strange symbols etched into the leather. Something about the book called to him, almost as if it were waiting for him to find it.
Jimin hesitated, but eventually, his curiosity got the better of him. He opened the book, and as soon as he did, a gust of wind seemed to sweep through the room, despite the windows being closed. The air around him began to shimmer, and before he could process what was happening, everything around him dissolved into a blinding white light.
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When the light faded, Jimin found himself standing in the middle of a vast, ancient battlefield. He looked around in disbelief. The towering library shelves had disappeared, replaced by the sprawling landscape of a kingdom at war. Soldiers marched in the distance, their armor gleaming under the harsh sunlight, and in the distance, a grand fortress loomed, its banners flapping in the wind.
Jimin’s heart raced as he realized the impossible truth—he had somehow been transported to the ancient time period described in "The War God's Chronicle." This was the world of Taehyung, the God of War, and Jungkook, the figure history had painted as a devil.
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**Jimin's POV:**
*"How is this even real?"* he thought, stunned by the impossible. He glanced down at his hands, feeling the cool breeze brush his skin. This wasn’t a dream. He was truly here, in the past.
Unsure of what to do, Jimin wandered the battlefield, his mind racing. He needed to find answers. He needed to find Taehyung and Jungkook.
Before long, he found himself near the
Jimin stood at the base of the majestic Heaven Palace, its towering spires reaching up into the heavens, gleaming in the soft glow of celestial light. The atmosphere around him buzzed with an energy that was both intoxicating and otherworldly. He had never seen anything so magnificent in his life—the grandeur of the gods, the pristine gardens that surrounded the palace, the soft hum of divine power that seemed to pulse through every stone.
His heart raced as he realized where he was. This was not just a palace—it was the realm of the gods. And somewhere inside, the crown prince, the legendary God of War, Kim Taehyung, resided. The name echoed in Jimin’s mind, and a strange feeling washed over him—a mix of awe and dread, as if the air itself held secrets too powerful for mortals to know.
He took a hesitant step forward, marveling at the celestial beings that walked the palace grounds, their forms shimmering with light, their faces calm and serene. But as he moved, something strange began to happen.
One by one, the gods around him began to bow their heads in reverence. At first, Jimin thought they were bowing to him, but then he realized—they couldn’t see him. It wasn’t him they were bowing to.
Confused, Jimin looked around, his gaze following the silent reverence of the gods. Their heads were lowered, their eyes respectfully cast downward as someone approached. A presence, so powerful that the very air seemed to ripple with its approach, was drawing near.
Jimin turned, and his breath caught in his throat.
It was Taehyung.
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The God of War himself was walking toward the palace, his every step commanding the very fabric of the heavens. He was dressed in ornate armor that gleamed under the soft celestial light, black and gold weaving together in a display of power and elegance. His dark hair cascaded around his face, and atop his head, a crown of burning light marked him as the crown prince of the heavens. His face was expressionless, but his eyes burned with an intensity that made the gods around him tremble.
Jimin could barely move as he watched the scene unfold. Every god—every celestial being in the vicinity—bowed to Taehyung as he passed, their heads lowered in complete submission to his presence. It was as if the heavens themselves bent to his will, acknowledging his supremacy as the crown prince.
And yet, no one noticed Jimin.
He stood there, frozen, as Taehyung walked past him, close enough that Jimin could feel the pulse of his divine power. It was overwhelming, like standing at the center of a storm. Jimin’s heart pounded in his chest as the God of War moved closer, his aura so intense that it seemed to distort the very air around him.
But Taehyung didn’t see him. None of the gods did. It was as if Jimin was invisible, a mere shadow in a world that was not his own.
For a moment, Jimin felt a strange sense of isolation, like he was a ghost witnessing a world beyond his comprehension. But as he watched Taehyung move with such grace and power, something deeper stirred within him—a pull, an unexplainable connection. It was as if he was meant to be here, as if the mysteries surrounding Taehyung and Jungkook were tied to him in ways he couldn’t yet understand.
Jimin’s gaze followed Taehyung as he ascended the grand steps of the palace, the gods bowing lower as he passed. There was something haunting about Taehyung’s expression, something cold and distant, as if he carried the weight of the heavens on his shoulders. He was a god, yes, but Jimin sensed a profound loneliness in him, a pain that echoed through time itself.
As Taehyung disappeared into the palace, the gods slowly lifted their heads, the moment of reverence passing. The air shifted back to its normal, serene state, but Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling of what he had just witnessed.
He was standing at the very threshold of a world where gods ruled and stories of love, war, and betrayal had been twisted by time. And now, more than ever, he knew that the truth—whatever it was—lay within these walls. The truth about Taehyung. The truth about Jungkook.
And Jimin, invisible to the gods, was the only one who could uncover it.
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