[bxb] the forgotten promise | yeosang / ateez

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[note: henlo. i'm feeling a bit down about this fic. i feel like it isn't that good and i might drop this? idek anymore. i feel like it's trash or smth so yeah, expect that it'll just disappear in all of the sudden. sorry.:<]

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THE young prophet sat on his well-built throne as he looked at the people who bowed down to him, he can't help but feel the burden of every single being that is present on the sacred place. But his own locked with one person's brown orbs and he lets out a small smile towards him, the other male's smile was wider though.

He was known as the country's eccentric alchemist-in-the-making, that's him. The one that the prophet has been together with ever since they were born, both proud of their friendship and boasting how long have they've been together. Being each other's pillars and strength whenever one of them is down.

"Let's listen to the recent premonition from our respected Chosen One," one of the men that is accompanying him stated.

The prophet took a deep breath as he recited the words that doesn't even have a certainty at all "The weather will be alright for the next days and our crops will be better because of the blessings that we've got from the Gods. Continue giving them the sacrifices and this will last for the whole month. Also, birth rates will definitely increase as the female',s fertility would definitely grant us more children."

"That's the good ones and here's a not-good one, intruders will be attempting to attack our country. We must prevent them on causing bloodshed to our sacred land or else, the Gods will be disappointed and will lessen their blessings. These intruders are after the royalty and of course, yours truly's life." The prophet added, not changing his expression even with the fact that his life is also in stake with his own premonition, "Take care of yourselves and don't trust the foreigners too much. As much as we're known to be a hospitable country, we should be wary of the outsiders."

The other men continued to talk along with the royalty's duke about the other topics that they should be announcing to the people that attended which includes the new rules and some altering from the old ones. The prophet just kept himself silent, stealing glances to his alchemist friend that seems to be worried for him.

It ended and when everyone left, the prophet was assisted by his men when he was knocked down to the ground and groaned in pain. He can feel something wet staining his clothes and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar shade of hair that he likes to ruffle then looked at his men. They didn't even tried to help him at all because they're so used to this scene for years.

"Hey, what's the matter?" the prophet asked, sitting up as he embraced the alchemist.

The alchemist kept on sobbing as he looked up, meeting the prophet's gaze "Y-You. Why are you so selfless?"

"I'm nothing but someone that can see the future of this country, dear. I am not worthy of being protected." the prophet replies, smiling sadly at his friend

"Don't say it like that!" the alchemist cried out, hugging him tighter.

"Dear, I've been telling you this again and again. Our priority is this country's well-being and sacrifices are made," the prophet stated while slowly rubbing his hand on the alchemist's hand, "It's selfless but it's for the sake of everyone."

"Who gives a shit about them?! Learn to love yourself even just a bit!" the alchemist kept on bursting his emotions out.

"Calm down," the prophet stated as he started to become worried of the younger male then looked at his men, "You can leave me now. I'll be on the hanging gardens with him."