GREY SKIES ! park jimin. ✓

10.

"the betrayal i faced, was nowhere near what i felt when you weren't found."

Four Years Ago
The Rulers' Funeral

Yoongi's grip on my hand stayed, tightening, as he rubbed his thumb over it. I held his with the same grasp, possibly stronger.

I bit my bottom lip, hard, blinking away unshed, warm tears.

The black around me clouded my vision along with the tears, and even Tae couldn't find a way to smile.

I stood from my seat, dragging Yoongi along with me. I quickly sat in a seat next to Taehyung and Namjoon, my heart breaking at Taehyung's faded and lost state, as he sobbed quietly, linking his fingers with my other hand.

"Grey. . . " Tae let out a soft whimper, laying his head on my shoulder.

Namjoon tried, tried to stay strong for us. But once he turned his head to the garden's entrance, he turned away and let his tears flood down his once dimpled cheeks.

I caught glimpse of Jin standing where the caskets were placed (because of promotion, he was moved to the king and queen's right hand council) hands trembling, eyes clouded, wandering.

But where was Hoseok? He promised he would be here, because he's never here anymore. Why? All of the citizens of the Realm's were here.

It hurt that he wasn't here for him.

I turned to the royal garden's doors, seeing them open with a loud creak, catching sight of dark hair.

Jungkook. Oh, Kookie.

Even in his black suit, weak posture, and supposed current 'ruling' everyone couldn't help their tears for the fourteen year old.

We made contact, and his dark and bloodshot eyes told everything. He had everything bottled inside, beating at him until he let it out. He was afraid, scared. He didn't know what to do, he had so much pressure put on him.

It was like when Dad died, and my mother remarried to Yoongi's father. Immediatly after that I moved into my apartment, while Yoongi fled to the Realm's. And I hated us being apart. I was scared. I missed them.

To us, the two abusive and disgusting adults belonged together, and they remained better alone.

I was Jungkook's age when that happened, it's been two years. I'm sixteen now, Yoongi's almost nineteen.

All of my pain had coursed a little stronger at the thought, and I was sobbing a little louder than Taehyung was at the moment.

Jungkook was lead up to the little podium, in front of his the king and queen's lifeless, cold bodies.

I didn't see them as my king or queen or my ruler's. It struck me, the night they were pronounced dead after the  attack on the Realm of Light.

They were the closest thing to parents I really had. They were always su supportive of me and everything I decided to do. But that wasn't the only thing that hurt. My pain was only caused by the others' pain.

Even though I might have not been the oldest or wisest or smartest, (but I was close) I was the only girl, and I promised the boy's I would be there. Protect them.

To the younger's, I was their Noona. And I was supposed to be there for them. For Jungkook.

"Uhm-" Jungkook cleared his throat, grabbing everyone's attention once more. "Jeon Yoona and Jeon Jihoo were my parents. B-But you already know that, r-right? Uh, I knew your king and queen my whole life, I guess. They raised me, so that one day, I could help r-rule the Realm alongside them. But. . . Things don't always go the way we want them to." He clutched a crushed paper in his shaking hand's, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve.

I took a deep breath as he turned to look at me, as I nodded to him a little, encouraging him to go on.

"And, I knew that they loved me. They told me every night before I fell asleep, they told me during meals, they muttered it during a small meeting. . . Yet I never got the chance to return it. I loved them, so m-much. But on my behalf, I'm willing to give up anything, to be as great as them.

"I. . . I saw how you all walked up to them, smiles on your faces, much like mine when I see them! And-" He stopped, looked up, and breathed shakily.

"And they didn't die in vain! So, why, why are we upset? Because they meant too much to us. We just have to h-hope, hope. E-Eomma always liked to say, 'behind every hope, there is trials' but I never understood until now. Um-" It seemed as though he couldn't stand, his knees went week, and he feel to his knees on the podium's wooden floor.

I gasped, as a familiar hold grasped my wrist, as I turned to see Hoseok, frowning and blinking away tears.

"I'm sorry, Grey, I tried-"

"You're here now." I managed a weak smile, before I stood up and rushed to Jungkook across the lawn, the others trailing after me as a rush feel over the crowd.

"You promised you wouldn't leave! You promised me you wouldn't let the bad guys win!" He banged his fist helplessly on the wood through his breakdown.

"Jungkook, shh~ " I pulled him into my arms, as he hung onto me, weeping loudly and not giving a care about it.

"N-Noona, hyungs, please don't leave me! Promise me you won't."

Seokjin came up to us, finally letting his tears fall. "We promise. . . Your majesty."

"Don't, don't call me by that damn name. I'm J-Jungkook. . . Not my father."

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*sips tea*

don't give me that look