He finally learns why they say it's blind. It'll take failing more than once for Jungkook, Joon, and friends to see the importance of love, friendship and sacrifice--and to defeat Death before it defeats them.
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All-BTS Fantasy AU
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Sequel to Take...
The transport shuttle rattled and shook against the turbulence of tiny asteroids pelting its sides. Lilith sat in the pilot's seat, unbound and bent over the steering wheel in laser focus on the task ahead: maneuvering carefully through that small asteroid field and making it out the other side in one piece.
A particularly large, though not fatal space rock collided with the nose of the ship, and it rattled through the hull, up the controls, through Lilith's stiff hands and arms, and into her tightened chest.
But she stayed focused.
The ship wove and dove, Lilith guiding it as if with the finesse of a ballet dancer sliding through leaps and pirouettes in the midst of a gunfire assault.
Then they surfaced on the other side, with open black space spreading before them on an endless horizon. Lilith sighed in relief and slumped over the steering wheel. She wiped the back of her hand over her brow, sliding over the sweat that she didn't even know was there in the midst of her deep concentration.
Then Lilith shifted around in the pilot's seat and looked back to see Kim Namjoon lazily reclining in the back area, in one of the sterile white chairs. One of the three ancient texts was spread out across his lap and his dark almond eyes gazed down at it in steep concentration.
Lilith's own chocolate brown eyes narrowed. "I just saved us from death-by-asteroid belt. You're welcome."
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Joon waved a hand dismissively in Lilith's direction, not looking up from his reading. "Yes yes. Well done."
Lilith looked like she wanted to slap him. Her fingers clawed into the arm of the pilot's seat where she sat. This absolute arrogant ass.
Through gritted teeth, she asked, "Read anything worth knowing yet?"
"Yes. I have."
He finally looked up at her, and Lilith was hit afresh with just how different Kim Namjoon looked now.
That white-grey hair was gone. Now, his black shaggy cut was side-parted and fell in jagged lines framing his face, with one side a touch longer than the other. And his almond eyes were both darker and lighter than she had remembered them: a rich chocolate brown, but with a faint amber glow that spread from the black pit of each. Even his lips looked a touch more cherry red than they used to.
Stranger than his sudden change in appearance was that whatever self-deprecating facade Joon had been wearing since the arena battles, and the revelation of his treachery against Lilith's people...it had utterly vanished. There was no humility or remorse in his manners or his gaze now. He was the Kim Namjoon of Lilith's scared memories: driven and thirsty.
Try as she might in the past 48 hours, Lilith hadn't been able to weasel much of an explanation from Joon about this strange change and all that it meant. Or where Jin and the others were and why the hell they had really been left behind.
