The Seven Wonders | BTS

86. Free

Jungkook had experienced many things in life. As Hemel's only prince and heir to the throne, he had gone through numerous royal gatherings, balls and the horrendous training courtesy of King Lucius. Of course, his father would always tell him that it was for his own good, but the angel didn't think that mentally and emotionally straining him as a result was necessary.

And when Jungkook decided to join the rest of the wonders on their journey to save the world, he knew he'd go through the extremes. A near-death situation was something he considered. In case of drowning, he learned how to swim. With the possibility of being caught in immortal flames, he learned healing spells.

But when Jungkook had been stabbed by Taehyung's sword, the blade grazing his heart, the angel knew that not even the strongest healing spell could help. As his insides started to burn, he thought of his mother and wished he had at least called her before entering the tower.

Jungkook already accepted his fate. Once Taehyung hugged him tightly and cried on his shoulders, his vision had turned dark and spotty. He remembered laying on the ground and closing his eyes as the blood pooled underneath him.

Not really having any idea of what limbo was, Jungkook figured that he had been stuck there for quite a while. He remembered just staring at his own body on the rocky ground. It was all quiet, Taehyung having disappeared, and for a moment he was in peace.

Then Kiana appeared in all her beauty, her hand slowly intertwining with his. Jungkook considered an eternity with her in the afterlife, until she softly whispered the words— "It isn't your time."

Jungkook woke up at that moment with a loud gasp. His vision was blurry and he could barely see the silhouette of two men hovering over him. Recognizing the blonde haired man sitting next to him, the angel blinked multiple times.

"Jungkook?," Jin wheezed loudly. He was sweating profusely, hair matted against his forehead. His smile looked dull and blank. "Oh thank God."

Jin's eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds. He suddenly fell backwards but Hoseok, who was standing behind him, quickly knelt down to catch him. Jungkook just stared, both extremely baffled and guilty at the sight before him.

"Man, you okay?," Hoseok's face was etched with worry, his goggles strapped over his brown hair and arms wrapped around Jin's waist.

"Hm? I'm fine," Jin mumbled, his eyes barely open. He simply waved a hand and put on a lazy smile, yet his tone and state were worrisome. "Just really... tired."

Jungkook slowly looked down. Expecting to see the stab wound in his stomach, he was stunned to see his torso perfectly in tact. He stared at the hole of his shirt for a while before gently poking the skin— it was real, he was fine. It almost seemed like he was in a dream.

"Before you ask," Hoseok said after taking once glance at Jungkook, who assumed that his expression said it all. "You were half-dead. Jin used his water magic to revive you."