Throne || BTS

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"I'm sorry," Yisun whispers.

The Prince's heart breaks a little as he forces a smile on his face.

"Namjoon," She starts, "Thank you so much, for having the courage to do so, but I can't... "

"You can't love me back," He says, slowly nodding, a sad smile on his face.

"It's not you." She shakes her head. "Please don't think of it that way. I just... I can't see you as anything more than a friend. I'm very sorry, Namjoon, Iㅡ"

"It's alright," He cuts her off, "I can't force feelings on someone. I hope you find a man you'll love, who will love you as much as I do."

"Or even more, if possible." He chuckles.

"I feel better now," He adds, "That I told you how I feel."

She smiles, and he smiles back, crumbling the letter in his left hand, behind his back, with her name scribbled on it.

To My Love, Choi Yisun

It's silent for a few seconds, the heavy atmosphere making it hard for both of them to breathe.

Yisun opens her mouth to speak, but she finds no words, and closes it back again.

"You shall take your leave now," He breaks the silence, and she nods once before she turns around and walks out the door.

Namjoon's smile falls.

He moves his clenched hand towards himself, analysing the now wrinkled paper. He straightens it with his long fingers, his eyes shining with tears at the sight of her name written down with his neat handwriting.

Breathing heavily and fighting back tears, he takes firm steps to his study rooms in which he places the letter in a drawer and locks it with a key.

The last trace of his love.

He walks back to his bedroom, opening a drawer at the dresser, and bringing out a small glass flask with a colourless liquid inside.

He lets his teeth bite on his lower lip, hesitantly screwing off the flask's lid. His hands shake as he brings the flask closer to his mouth, but he shuts his eyes anyway, and pours the liquid down his throat.