Written in Blood

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Jin scrunched his eyes as he remembered the Baron and many fights he had afterward, but most importantly he remembered Namjoon. He often asked himself what did he did in his previous life to earn such an unfair destiny in this one. It seemed to Jin that whatever he truly wanted he had to work extremely hard to get, only to have that taken away from him. On the other side, he had many things that the others would die to have - his beauty, charms, and brains, which are a rare and quite desirable combination. That, however, proved to be both a curse and a gift.

His intelligence often placed him into trouble for not being able, in his youth, to keep his mouth shut when needs to, especially through his training years. His wretched tongue was bad as much as it was good sometimes, but it was because of his beauty that he was always tested and given a hard time. On women, that kind of beauty would be more than appreciated. The songs would be made and stories would be told about that high beauty, but on a man, that beauty was always connected with sensitivity and weakness, bonded with pure lust and desire. Jin was constantly challenged in many ways throughout the years. He was teased, bullied, laughed at, attacked and often mistook for a girl when he was a small boy, but when he grew, he became the object of the people's lust, but only in flesh. That one was not only testing his patience but his ability to adapt rather quickly to the new and difficult situations. Sometimes he would wish that he was just an ordinary fellow, but then again he loved himself too much for that. In some strange twisted way, if he could choose, he would choose his beauty and brains yet again, even though he would get the most difficult destiny written in the stars since his birth.

Jin tried to remember when was the last time he was so carefree? Not having to worry about anything, but himself. When he stopped and really thought about it he came to the conclusion that it was probably since he was five. He can't remember his life too much back then, but he remembered the love and care he had from his mother, and the guidance and strength from his uncle. Yes, Jin was happy and carefree once a long time ago, before his family was killed in front of his eyes and before his troubles began. He was just one small and carefree boy, who was forced to grow up and fight for his life every step of the way from that point on.

The Order gave him a new home, but Jin never felt welcomed there. He learned and grew, practicing more and more, falling on the ground so many times and rising up to continue where he left off. The revenge has driven him through some serious shit, that Jin wondered so many times how he lived this long. He had no friends among other Assassin's, not real ones anyway. He had no cousins and people that cared for him back then. Maybe Namjoon did, eighteen years ago, when they were both young and foolish when they still believed that they had a chance.

Jin took a deep sigh, letting the air leave his lungs and feeling his chin slightly waver when the longing hit him. He missed Namjoon a lot. He missed their long talks, their laughs, their kisses. He missed Namjoon in many ways. Those two years together on 'The Sea Monster' were full of trials and danger. Two years where Jin was tested beyond all limits by the crew and himself. That's where Jin learned so much about himself, even more than he thought was possible. He grew so much during that time, he changed, he adapted and would probably stay there if he wasn't so obsessed with the revenge. The thing was, Jin was never able to leave his previous life, an old pledge he made with himself when he was young. He could never forget about the past and his unfinished 'assignment' was a constant reminder of it.

Only good thing there was Namjoon, with his good nature, amber eyes and sweet dimples. The man's brain was remarkable and Jin often wondered about the vast knowledge and depth of Namjoon's mind. His magic though was quiet and well-controlled back then. He didn't like to show it, he didn't like to use it often and separate himself from the rest of the crew. He was one of them and they loved him, of course, they did, who wouldn't? He was their brother, their crew member, and their friend. He would die for them and they would do the same for him.