Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her.
She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past.
Bloody. Cold. Bruised.
Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it wilts to nothing...
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I knew his visits on my room every night. Not once he would make a fuss and make a grand entrance like any Emperor should be. He was quite and stood by the door, as if satisfied that I was safe and sound asleep.
~ Memory Journal: The King's Court, page 7 ~
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Droplets of water trickle from her hair, sliding down the sides of her flushed face as she stares at her reflection in the mirror.
She is glowing.
Literally.
Seokjin had made sure their soul bound marks shone brightly against her skin, even after she had started whining and protesting.
No. It's not that she has any complaints on how his plump lips were deliciously on hers... how his touches constantly fuel molten fire through her veins and clings to her as if he was drafted from a long year of war and have just come home for his darling love.
She blushes, biting her swollen lips with the memory of once again baring her heart to him and to Namjoon.
She loves them.
She had told them so repeatedly, her voice trembling and desperate as if afraid that they would not believe her. Pearls of tears had slipped down her cheeks as she repeated the words, shakily pulling Seokjin closer and kissing him, terrified that he might let her go.
Seokjin, at first grinned, teasing and victorious, but then his smile morphed when she started sobbing as if hurt. The amusement disappeared, replaced by seriousness and concern.
He tenderly cupped her face, assuring her that he too felt the same.
"I love you too my darling." Seokjin's reply was sincerely heartfelt. His creased brows ease as his gentle almond eyes bored through hers, digging through the depths of her soul.
"I love you too, baby." Namjoon's words were a drawl with a heavy tone of emotion. His husky voice rippled through from her nape and to her spine whilst his fingers sent tingles of melting shivers on her fluttering belly.
Yet she still felt anxious, thinking her ears were playing her. Her heart constricted in unexplainable way. None of their words seemed real although she knew they were their truths.
She knows.
How can she not?
Didn't they tell her already how precious she is for them? Weren't they truly honest of their intentions? All of them had have showed her the intensity of their love. Namjoon even assured her many times the night over and she just couldn't comprehend the weight of it... or her system refused to...
Her gaze falls at the fresh marks they left on her skin... On her collarbone, her shoulders, and the soft curves of her breasts. If she loosens the towel wrapped around her, she certainly finds the lingering traces of their lips beneath the cloth.
