Slowly, walking up to the huge kingdom seal on the door, Jimin breathed out a sigh. Blinking back his tears, he looked back at the corridor he had just walked through. Lined along the walls, he saw the seal of Daegu, another painful reminder that this was not home, and would never be.
Another wave of cramps shot through his lower body, reminding him of the ceremony to take place. Clutching his feathered orange fan, he pushed open the door, resigning himself to his fate.
At least Yoongi would take good care of him.
'There will be no more deaths because of my selfish decisions. This is something I should have done a long time ago.'
Beyond the door, he could see Yoongi on his throne, all decked in royal robes, looking as miserable and nauseous as Jimin himself. Beside him, in full armour, stood Hoseok. He met his gaze. It seemed as though he had cried the whole night.
'It doesn't matter where I go. I bring nothing but sadness.'
Despite his sorrow, Hoseok still stood tall and intimidating, sword in hand.
Jimin wished he could be as brave.
Before he knew it, he had made his way to the center of the throne room. Taking a deep breath, he settled into the opening position of his dance, when he smelled it. A familiar scent.
A scent he had longed for since years.
Nostrils flaring, he snapped his head to the window. There lounging on the sill, twirling his dagger in his hands, was Jungkook. His eyes were burning with rage as he made eye contact with Jimin across the room.
"Attack.", he said lazily, before all hell broke loose in the throne room.
