Dracula's Wife [✓]

31.

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3RD POV

SeokJin hadn't realised what he got himself into. He thought returning back to the Sanctuary and embracing his brothers back would all be flowers and rainbows. He did expect a few stares and conflicts, especially from Taehyung.

But oh boy was he sort of wrong when he went sparring against Jungkook for the third time.

Jungkook grew powerful through each attempt. He is relentless and swift, of which SeokJin swiftly dodges. He had to dodge for the sake of his life. He couldn't be reincarnated when he dies and he'd only leave regret before his soul dies out.

What it means when Jungkook is relentless is to say that he gave no mercy to SeokJin, his King and brother. Jungkook no longer acted like the timid and frightful boy he was. He didn't flinch when his weapon grazed a thin line, yet not deep into SeokJin's skin.

It was as if he had another persona who took over in order for SeokJin to improve massively.

Surely, the King has gained a few more wounds. He almost passed out from the lack of blood and urged for Jungkook to pause, but the boy didn't listen. He continued and SeokJin didn't do anything to stop him as he perpetuated their sparring.

Their spars together felt like a real battle. There was no stopping until one opponent loses. SeokJin knew he was on the verge of losing. His limbs were sore and bloodied. His throat was parched from not consuming blood three hours ago – he usually survives a week without blood, but the circumstances have altered.

It was only Jungkook and SeokJin sparring in the private training chamber. The King could call for anyone, except for Taehyung that is, but he kept the pain to himself. Their grunts and screams reverberated around the hollow chamber. SeokJin felt slightly ashamed when the screams led back to his own voice.

SeokJin didn't realise that when his sore arms and legs gave out, his own weapon only able to create a few holes in Jungkook's shirt and pants, he almost collapsed on the floor if it weren't for the remaining strength on his elbows supporting him.

His shoulders were aching. His head is throbbing with each shuddered exhales. If they were to spar outside during winter, it'd be evident how thick his exhales are and how exhausted SeokJin is. He went over his limit and compared to the first two rounds, he only created a hole.

Jungkook was breathing heavily as well. One palm gripped his personal dagger whilst the other hand, pointing towards the King was SeokJin's own sword.

The two briefly stared at each other, their exhales the only noise that crosses the silence. SeokJin masticates his lips before glancing away. His face was a light tint of peach. He isn't sure whether he feels agitated that he lost again or that he was simply just drained.

"Brother ..." Jungkook heaves out heavily, his chest rising down in deep puffs.

SeokJin confidently tries to arch an eyebrow, but he simply collapses onto the dirt. He could sense the numbness slowly creeping up and around his limbs.

'How am I going to go back?' He wonders, briefly shutting his eyes before urging for Jungkook to speak.

"Can I let you in a little secret?" Jungkook inquires after he drops both weapons and his body.

He admitted that it was a little tiring, but the boy doesn't feel a tinge of regret for pushing SeokJin farther.

SeokJin simply hums and Jungkook shakes the dampness from his hair.

"You know that if you continue to lose, you're not going to win like this."

"That ... isn't a secret ... you buffoon. I already ... already know that." SeokJin responds.