But I'm in need of one more Touch

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One blow to the left, another to the right, a kick, and he got him.

It's not the first time that he beats his opponent in the training room, only a first in front of the master of this house who he gets to see rarely. An easy smirk on his lips when he swings his sword again, the sharp edge landing a mark swiftly on his opponent cheek, and although he made to stop there, he can still see the red line of blood dripping on the metal then to the ground. A sigh escapes his opponent he steps back, and only then, he lowers the sword to his side.

"Very impressive indeed where you've reached so far, Jungkook," he turns to the side, master Seokjin greeting him with the same kind smile that he saw when he first got here, and he bows slightly with a smile of his own. "Don't you think so, Taehyung?" Seokjin turns to his side where the master of the house, Taehyung, is looking at Jungkook with an expression that he cannot read. Jungkook truly wants to know if the man ever smiles. Taehyung simply hums, glancing at his opponent, Namjoon, who's been a friend more than a mentor to Jungkook before his eyes go back to Jungkook.

"How long can he last in battle?" Taehyung directs his question to no one in particular as he stands up, and for a moment, Jungkook wants to challenge him, see how long can he last in battle, and probably his eyes gives away too much, because the second Taehyung turns his eyes away, Namjoon is nudging him with a disapproving look on his face to which Jungkook rolls his eyes and stands straighter.

"He's capable of facing more than one opponent," Seokjin replies calmly.

"It's never about how fast you can kill," Taehyung turns to Seokjin again before his gaze is fixed on Jungkook. "But we'll see how he does." It's the last words he hears before Taehyung leaves the training room followed by Seokjin, and Jungkook finds himself frowning at Taehyung's back until he's out of sight.

"He tends to be harsh sometimes," Namjoon says from his side as he picks up the discarded sword Jungkook thrown away from the ground. "For a reason."

"You're never helping with your words," Jungkook turns to him with a sigh. If it's something that he hates inside this house, is how everyone is treating him. Like a stranger that is yet to be trusted. Namjoon's eyes are genuine when he doesn't reply, his lips opening and closing on nothing, and Jungkook knows that it's not his fault, that he's staring at the same people who took him in when he had no place to go. But it would be nice if they trusted him a bit more. To not dwell on such thoughts, he decides to change the topic as he stares at his sword instead. "Do you think they plan on attacking soon?"

"They must be. Hoseok's information might be delayed for a while, but he's the only source we have at the moment," he pauses to smile at Jungkook. "I believe you'll be put in the front lines."

"Yeah," he turns to stare out of the opened door. "Maybe." Hoseok is late delivering the required information, and it makes him wonder why they only have one ninja in the entire house. They could've even trained him as one himself when he first got here. Seokjin always talked about how fast he is, both eyes and body, and the fact that Hoseok lost to him in a fight as well. His grip tightens a little on the sword before turning to Namjoon one last time. "Might want to attend to your wound before it gets infected." And with that, he leaves.

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The house is quiet during the night as he sits on the roof of one of the buildings. It's been eleven years to be exact since he first got here, and he still cannot pass the gates of the second level. The house is so big that Jungkook doubts Taehyung built it himself. He must have inherited it, a family business to serve the emperor against the riots. Seokjin was the one to find him fighting off one of the soldiers. It was self-defense, and he had his reasons to live, but Seokjin never actually asked for his story. The warm eyes and kind smile as he ordered the soldiers to step back with a firm voice were enough to cool him down. Home was a word that Seokjin introduced him to, and never forced a sword into his hands until Jungkook was curious enough and willing to. He leans back and stares at the dark sky, hearing the guards switch positions at the gates, fully knowing that he is never going to be a guard because Taehyung doesn't trust him enough, and he's very much satisfied with that. He gets to roam as much as he likes without having to be reminded with a duty on his shoulders. Until now that is. The deeper he gets into the house, the more it seems to be something hidden. He remembers a night when he thought that they might be keeping the emperor himself inside this house, but with more rational thinking, he believes Taehyung is just that type of person who doesn't like to share his private space with anyone. He has his reasons, as Namjoon always says, and Jungkook knows it's about an untold past. Closing his eyes and feeling the wind in his hair, he figures it's about time to get down and get some sleep.