𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍, 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐍

k . s . j ー the free

THEY CALLED HIM 'the great'. They knew him by the name of Kim Seokjin, a gift, a treasure. The son of prosperity and pride. The true meaning of golden itself. Kim Seokjin was a person to be feared, a person to be trusted, a person to be loved. He was courageous and wise, even for his age. Kim Seokjin had a very bright future before him, indeed.

Many asked him: "What is it that truly brings you happiness?" As they used to think that he had everything. But when Seokjin replied with: "Happiness itself." They questioned him, they were confused.

When realising that he was not happy, Seokjin decided that he wanted to be happy, to laugh, cry and feel emotion. He no longer wanted to be a god, but a human. He wanted to be free.

So Seokjin befriend five men, men he cared so deeply for. The five did everything together, they laughed, cried and experienced the best of their lives together. It was a good life, one full of happiness and comfort. To be embraced by warm hands, to experience love and devotion. It was all such great days of life. And how simple life is too. It takes months to create a child, but to take a life, only mere seconds, life is precious. And when Seokjin was seized of life. He was no more. The precious jewel of life cannot be returned. Friendships were broken, and so was trust. Secrets were kept and walls were built around them.

"Who did it? Who did it?" They would question, rumours spread quickly. No evidence could be found to reveal Seokjin's killer. He was just dead, gone. Forever.

Kim Namjoon was Seokjin's other half. They were king and queen, their kingdom thriving and great. Seokjin was Namjoon's everything, his life, his mind, his soul, his sweet escape. They were lovers. Young and free, wondrous and magnificent.

Jeon Jungkook was Seokjin's muse, his laughter and absolute joy. They were friends, Seokjin helped Jungkook, he was Jungkook's shoulder to cry on, his comfort. Seokjin was Jungkook's colour. Colouring the world in honey-yellow, lighting up the whole world for Seokjin to see.

Park Jimin was Seokjin's absolute treasure. His little poet, someone that made Seokjin happy with every word he spoke. A dreamer that dreamt the most unusual and exquisite dreams. Seokjin was Jimin's prisoner, he had locked him in his heart, a heart that was so full of love. Seokjin was his acceptance, his dream-come-true.

Min Yoongi was Seokjin's song-writer. His deepest thoughts, wisest debates. His intelligence. Yoongi was his mind, his sweet voice and sophisticated words. Seokjin was Yoongi's midnight ideas, the story behind his songs, a friendship that was stronger than diamonds, and more beautiful too. Seokjin filled Yoongi's loneliness.

Kim Taehyung was Seokjin's lost cause, his fixer-upper. Taehyung was someone he held dear, someone he kept safe and cared for. Seokjin was Taehyung's good, his only light in the dark, dark world he lived in.

Kim Taehyung was more things too, he was a rebel, a low-life. He was looked down upon by society, his parents were not noble, but peasants. He was the life and soul of a gang, he was vile and rude. Taehyung was brave, he was selfish, naive, bold, kind, considerate, good, a lover. And this made Kim Taehyung a murderer, with no evidence or clues to show.

Kim Taehyung killed Seokjin because he was jealous, and everyone believed. Everyone believed because it had to be him, he was bad, terrible, and Seokjin was the opposite. Taehyung killed him, he killed Kim Seokjin.

"Don't believe what they tell you Kim Taehyung," Seokjin would say to him, smiling, one hand around the others shoulder, "the world is a magnificent place, but unfortunately, it is wrong about many things. It's wrong about you," Taehyung would scoff and look into the eyes of the other.

"That's easy for you to say Seokjin-hyung, you have everything. You are smart, educated. You have Namjoon who is like you. You have good parents, you're not me," Seokjin would then laugh, an infectious laugh.

"You think that because I'm educated and in a higher social class that I'm better than you?" Taehyung would think about his answer, before nodding, hesitantly.

"Then, Kim Taehyung, my most unusual friend. You are wrong. You are better than me, in here," Seokjin would point at Taehyung's chest, presumedly where his heart was located. "You have a kind heart, you're an honest person."

"You be good, Kim Taehyung."

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