THE RAVEN KING, yoonkook

chapter xviii: the weakness [ii]

It's a bad idea. In fact, bad might even be accurate enough. This is a terrible idea—possibly even the worst.

Yoongi has never been nervous about a job—not for a long time. Except maybe now. It's been a while since he's tried something so risky, so unplanned and spontaneous. Usually there's some thought, some reason to justify it, but now there's nothing. There's just one thought floating around his head: must get rid of the weakness.

He knows Jungkook will be coming around soon. He knows because he's been watching the king, following him since he got up this morning. Currently, he's hiding up in one of the balconies of an unused room, watching the male. Jungkook is moving unsuspectingly through the garden—he's even humming happily to himself, taking his time to stop and admire the flowers.

Yoongi can't do this. He's just a child—and an innocent one at that. What about his code?

The assassin takes a moment to close his eyes, trying to expel this uncharacteristic nerves alongside a slow exhalation of breath.

He doesn't have a choice.

Getting into the right headspace—distancing himself from the king, removing all emotion attached to the male—Yoongi prepares for his job.

Yoongi can do it.

When the assassin opens his eyes, the target has moved from the flowers. The raven is wandering through one of the paths that lead to Yoongi's own room. Now would be the best time to strike: most guards are out of sight and the target is by himself.

Pushing himself forwards, the magpie flies down to the ground. This job relies on speed—get in and get out. His decorated mask is covering his face again to reduce the chance of being recognised, though with any luck the king won't have a chance to glimpse his face. His wind keeps his speed up, propelling him forwards. The dagger is pulled from his sleeve as he approaches the target.

When Yoongi gets behind the king, he's finally noticed. The wind catches the younger male's attention, but this surprise is short lived as the sharp dagger slices across his neck. The magpie catches a glimpse of the target's shocked face, as he looks towards his attacker, but he doesn't waste time—his plan isn't finished yet. The dark haired male continues forward, hurrying through the garden until he's out of sight. With shaking hands, Yoongi sheds his outer garments and hides them in the bushes. The headspace is gone, calm and collected Yoongi is long gone.

"Oh god," The guard mutters as he wipes the bits of blood—Jungkook's blood—that got on him, "Oh god, oh god."

Yoongi hurries back to where the king now lies. It's like the culprit is seeing it with a fresh set of eyes and all he feels is horror. If things went to plan, he was supposed to pretend to be panicking—now he doesn't think any pretending will be required.

"Jungkook?" The older male asks hopefully, though he knows his attack should have killed the younger male. He rushes to the body, dropping to his knees as he rolls the king over. Blood is still gushing from the slice across his neck, bubbling onto the magpie's hands. "Oh god." Guilt is filling him—his hands are literally bloodied with it. "Oh god. Jungkook." It's been a while since Yoongi felt like this. "Oh god, I'm so sorry."

The magpie suddenly wishes the guards were closer.

"Help!" He all but screams, looking around desperately. His hands are covering the wound, doing little to stop the bleeding. He can't even feel a pulse underneath it all. "Somebody help!"