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"He refused to inform me who he's planning to kill next."

Seokjin turns around, his eyes lingering on his friend for a few seconds before he speaks.

"Do you think he suspects anything?" He asks.

Jimin tilts his head, his face seeming lost in thought for a second before he shakes his head. "I have not seen any signs of suspicions so far, Your Majesty."

"I can not just wait for him to kill someone else, can I?" Seokjin sighs. "You know what to do, Earl Park."

Jimin's eyes widen at the statement, his eyebrows coming closer together and his lips falling to a frown.

Seokjin notices his change of expression, and nods in confirmation. "You heard me right."

"Kill him."

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A massive gray cloud settles on top of The Royal Palace, trickling down a drizzling rain that seems to get harder by each second, the droplets turning from a pitter-patter to a drenching downpour. Lightning occupies the shower, soon followed by thunder and it's now a storm that leaves an unsettling feeling in the pit of Yisun's stomach as she watches the cloudburst from her bedroom's window.

The few months old baby that was once laying peacefully on the bed wails out aloud, and her mother approaches to gently pick her up and pull her in a reassuring hug, her hand running up and down her back soothingly and her voice humming a soft lullaby.

Sohye calms down at the touch and warmth of her mother, her small hands clutching Yisun's hair as she rests her head on her shoulder and flutters her lashes shut.

The double doors of the bedroom swing open silently. Seokjin walks in, and slows down his steps when his wife presses a finger to her lips, indicating him to keep quiet to not wake their daughter up.

He shuts the door and walks in further, glancing outside the windows at the heavy rain and finally locking his eyes with his wife's, but not keeping it for long as he averts his gaze somewhere else.

His heart beats fasten when a thought crosses his mind and he remembers the real reason why he's there. His hands start getting clammy and he gulps, taking in deep breaths and clenching his fists.

He licks his dry lips and finally looks at Yisun, taking in a deep breath.

"I wish to tell you something," He says in a hushed voice, "Something that has been on my mind for so long, but I have never had the courage to tell youㅡor anyone, as a matter of factㅡabout it."

Yisun hums, a small smile on her lips. "Go on."

He licks his lips again. "It is related to Namjoon."

Her smile falls for a second, but she manages to put it back on quickly.

"I'm listening," She says, and it somehow soothes Seokjin a little for it reminds him of how understanding she is, and how much he trusts her.