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He's in pain.

Not the pain that's felt when your toe collides with the chair, or the one when a loved one partsㅡ no, and oh how he wishes it is.

It is this pain which he is not aware of where it is, but is consuming his whole mind, clouding it with nothing but agony and hopelessness.

Jungkook wheezes in a breath, his body shuddering as he pulls his knees closer to his chest, dragging his feet on the slippery floor.

It is this pain that comes like a thunderstorm resting over his head, drenching him in rain, blinding him with lightning and deafening him with thunder.

He puts his shaking hands over his face, neither to stop the tears that flow down his cheeks mercilessly, nor to hold in the cries escaping his dried lips.

It is this pain that he would not describe as pain, but simply something he has never experienced before, something that makes him want to end it right there and then, something that eats him up from the inside and leaves a burning sensation through his body.

He's aware of the cold body that lies on the bed before him, ready for the burial. He's aware of who it is, and it is not just a family, but a whole world that is not as cruel as the one he lives in.

It is this pain that is like a thousand knife stabs to his heart, and every second he remembers the cause of his torture, there is another stab, with the same dreadful excruciating pain.

Jungkook lets out a whimper he can not hold back anymoreㅡor does not want toㅡfollowed by a gut-wrenching cry that tears through his chest, and makes his body tremble, leaving fire in his throat.

He chokes on his sobs and fills the room with nothing but agonizing moans and quivering short breaths.

He remembers none of the throne's heirs but two with hearts of gold. One, the long gone First Prince, Namjoon. Two, the young princess whose soul has left its body a night before.

The two are gone.

And whose fault is it? Is it an accident? No. Is it by nature? No. It is none but his own brother, their own brother.

A heart of stone.

Jungkook brings his hands down, and lets his tear-stained face show. They fall beside him as he looks up, his burning blood-shot eyes not helping his blurry vision and dizzy head.

Brutal. Inhumane. Savage. Animalistic. No words would describe what he thinks of The Royal Palace and everyone living inside it.

With great effort, he steadies himself on his knees, crawling towards the bed. He stares at the figure of his dead sister, and reaches out his wavering hand to hold her cold one, a very tiny piece of hope in him that she will open those beautiful eyes of hers and smile at him to tell him that everything is going to be alright.

But she does not.

And it starts again. He gasps, he cries, he chokes, he shivers, he grips tightly on to her as if it will bring her soul back, he buries his face in his hands as if it will stop the tears gushing out of his eyes, he pulls at the strands of his ebony dark hair as if it will stop his horrendous thoughts from running through his mind, and he clutches firmly on to his clothed chest as if it will stop the awful pain attacking this fragile heart of his.

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"Is Jungkook still inside?" Yisun asks in a whisper, her eyes fixed on the double doors.

"Yes, Your Majesty," The General replies in a hushed yet firm tone.

"Bring him out." She lets out a breath. "We shall start the funeral soon."

She turns around and walks away as Yoongi bows, turning around, too, and walking towards the door.

He knocks three times, and when he does not get a response, he opens the door and walks in with hesitant steps.

His eyes scan the room, landing on the young Prince, kneeling beside the bed on which the Princess' body lays.

"Jungkook," He speaks in a gentle tone and drops the formalities, knowing that the other needs a friend now more than anything, "It is time."

But Jungkook doesn't reply. He stays silent, his unblinking eyes staring off into blank space.

Something tugs at Yoongi's heart, and he feels it aching for the Prince. Never in his life had he seen him this much wounded. It is the first time he sees his eyes completely dark, no trace of the twinkle that had always existed in them.

Although unrealistic, it was as if Jungkook's happiness and enthusiasm were what kept The Palace alive, they were the last thing that put colours in the place. It was his smile that reminded everyone that the sun exists, it was his laughter that reminded everyone that spring and summer always follow winter and autumn.

It was the twinkle in his eyes that reminded everyone that rain ends with a rainbow.

And now they are all gone; his happiness, enthusiasm, smile, laughter, shining eyes are all gone. The rainbows, springs and summers, colours and life are gone with them, and all that stays is the heavy cloud atop The Royal Palace that seems to never fade.

"Jungkook," Yoongi repeats and approaches him, averting his gaze to the Prince's pale face and dishelved hair, then to his hand which loosely holds a torn piece of cloth purple in colour.

The General furrows his eyebrows.

With the most broken voice Yoongi has ever heard, Jungkook speaks in a dull tone that ironically, and even more surprisingly, sends a shiver down the former's spine.

"Find me the murderer."

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