This story is about 3 powerful men named, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin and Jung Hoseok, and their seravnts Jungkook, Jimin and V. They, alongside his right hand Suga, have great connections with the king of their nation.
All three of them have a big an...
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(A/N: I'm kinda excited for this chap idk why XD)
Jin and Jimin spent their second day training too. After an hour they went to have lunch with the other Masters and maknae's. While they ate they laughed and shared stories.
"Jimin-ah, I'm still really curious about your rings, can you tell more about them?" Hoseok asked while he put the food on his chopsticks in his mouth.
"Yeah sure, what would you like to know?" the younger asked, taking a bite of his food as well.
"Why you grandma gave them-"
"How many you have-"
"For how long have you had them?!"
The questions got fired at the young male and it got a bit overwhelming. "One at a time, please.... I'll just tell the whole story, all the answers will come above then."
Everyone sat straight and paid close attention to the silver haired man.
"I think I was fourteen at the time.... Yeah,"
~8 years ago~
The nation that Jimin lived in was destroyed to the core. 4 years of war had turned out worse than anyone had imagined.
Jimin was 10 when the war started and he had to switch locations to sleep and live in more than 50 times. He had lost his younger brother two years prior and his father went missing last year. It were difficult and horrible times, but Jimin stayed strong.
He was currently staying in a not so destroyed building with his mother, grandmother and cousin. The three women were the only family he had left at this point. This building was turned into some sort of health center, where a lot more homeless or injured people stayed.
From far away, sirens could be heard and everyone knew what it meant. The people went to the closest corner they could find and crouched to hide or huddled up to each other, bent over on the floor.
Jimin's mother grabbed jimin and Ji Ho, Jimin's cousin, by their arms and held them close to her chest against the wall. "Mother! Come quick," she said worriedly. "Calm down deary, I'm old but I'm not slow." the old woman smiled. She sat beside her daughter and held close onto her arm.
If the people weren't so high up they would've rushed down, but once the siren goes off there's nothing else to do but hide. The ground started to shake and an airhorn kind of sound could be heard from far. It came closer and the people shielded their ears from the sound.
The shaking became more violent and the poor citizens feared the building would fall apart. Shooting and shouting could be heard. "They're at it again...." Jimin murmured, thinking no one could hear it. "It's war my son, this is what war sounds like..." his grandmother smiled at him. He stared back at her with wide eyes.
