Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

45.

Disclaimer: This chapter contains mention of blood, violence, assault, and mature language.

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Neither the angels in heaven nor the demons under the sea can ever dissever my soul from the soul of my beautiful Kim Seokjin."
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The heavy air bled over the withering land as Taehyung and Jungkook rode their horses in grim silence, tearing through the misted path like shadows born from vengeance The sky above brooded with a storm that never came, suspended in eternal hesitation, as if even the heavens feared what lay ahead.

Dead trees flanked the narrow trail like forgotten sentinels. Bark split, limbs gnarled into grotesque prayers for mercy. The earth was cold, dry, yet the air hung damp with a scent of iron and something fouler—like the breath of a beast long buried beneath the soil.

Neither man spoke.

Taehyung's jaw was clenched, his eyes hollow with fury and something colder, betrayal that had turned into a quiet madness. Betrayal from ones who shared his brotherhood with.

Jungkook, behind him, gripped the reins tighter each time the wind moaned loudly through the trees, whispering voices that seemed to call Seokjin's name from all directions. He didn't want to slip in craziness. No, he wasn't related to that man in any sort—strangers they are—only thing tying them is being Teacher to Jimin. No doesn't to let the fury take over  like Taehyung. Somebody between the two needs to be in a sense.

Jungkook stared at the large tensioned back of Taehyung, who rode the black steed. He could see the mayhem in the eyes even from behind. The each of pound of the horse's feet could be felt on the land beneath.

Jungkook tried to match with the speed the older striked with. They crossed the main road, broader than Jungkook remembered, the same road where he saw Beauty in white who no longer was just a distress nameless human anymore but Taehyung's spouse, The beauty who had his senses captured under pure   curosity. However, now, he no longer lets the curosity, the eagerness to see Seokjin take over him anymore, not after knowing Seokjin has a dear relationship with Taehyung.

"How long?" He cried, louder than intended as the wind muffled his voice.

Taehyung looked over his shoulder,  hearing Jungkook's horse nearing. He didn't spare him glance. "The end of the road is near. The woods would turn into dry land, and there we would see the mansion standing in wasteland."

Jungkook bit his lip in worry. From what he has heard and seeing the glimpses of Namjoon, that man is unpredictable. But now, trusting the man before him—Kim Taehyung—seemed more sensible as he  picked up the hint of Namjoon's whereabouts just by mention of the  meadow by Ken. The red in his eyes, the jaw clenched, the hands tight in determination, seems to be reliable.

Kim Taehyung afterall is the cousin of Kim Namjoon. Though far apart but made with the same blood. Both share the same intelligence, wittiness, calm but cautious, and calculated moves. Only Taehyung could match with the demon Namjoon has, but still, the meaning stays polar opposite. Taehyung uses his assests for good.

Then, the lonely deserted mansion emerged in the middle of the woods.

Jungkook gripped the reins tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Taehyung-ssi, pray Seokjin is safe."

Taehyung looked at him finally, and his lips huffed a ragged breath, pale under the weather and millions of thoughts shredding his senses in fear, worry, rage, and many more "He has to. I wouldn't pray on that, I would command, and heavens needs to listen to me. For me, he has to be safe. We are meant to be for eternity. I'll sacrifice thousands of Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi for him. The brotherly bond I worshipped all along has turned into war waged against them. Even if I don't make it till the end, my Seokjin will. He will see the sun, the hope of tomorrow. With no fears etched in him anymore." Jungkook smiled sadly at him, whose words were bold like a war cry but eyes brimmed with tears.