The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

CHAPTER 13 | NO MEANING OF LIFE
"To fear life instead of death is the final place your mind has finally died in."
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YOU

I stumbled into my room, barely managing to slam the door shut behind me, as if the weight of everything outside had finally caught up with me. My heart raced, thudding against my ribs like a war drum, loud and insistent. My hands were shaking so violently, I could hardly grip anything, let alone steady myself. The cold air of the room felt too thick to breathe, every breath coming in short, shallow gasps that only seemed to make things worse. My eyes felt wide, unblinking, straining to focus, but nothing felt real. My surroundings were a haze.

I was falling apart.

I staggered into the bathroom, barely noticing the way my body collided with the edge of the sink. I gripped the counter, my fingers digging into the stone as I leaned forward, trying to catch my breath, but the world kept spinning. It was like I couldn't escape the noise in my head—the sound of our swords crashing together, the harsh clang ringing in my ears as it drowned out everything else.

The sickening scent of ale mixed with the sting of sweat—the sharp tang of it in the air, thick and suffocating. Yoongi's breath had reeked of it, hot and close, a reminder of the chaos we'd been caught in. Sweat had dripped down my neck, down my back, plastering my clothes to my skin as we fought, both of us so focused on surviving the moment that everything else felt like it was fading into oblivion. Then, as quickly as it had all begun, it all vanished into blackness.

How had I even ended up here?

I could barely recall what had happened in Yoongi's quarters. The space seemed like a blur, a memory fractured into pieces that didn't fit. I knew something had happened—a struggle, a fight—but the details were slipping away, dissolving like smoke.

What had I done?

The sound of my own breath felt louder than everything else. My head was spinning, and I could taste the bitter metal tang of fear in the back of my throat. Everything was a blur of emotion, but one thing was clear: I had crossed a line. What had been done in that room... had it been me? Had I lost myself in the heat of it all?

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady myself, but it didn't help. The fragments of memory—Yoongi's eyes, the cold steel of his sword, the way the world seemed to stop when our weapons collided—kept flashing back. And in the midst of all of it, the void. The blackness that swallowed me whole, leaving only emptiness.

The silence in the room felt suffocating, and as I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I barely recognized the person staring back. Was I even the same anymore? My hands, still trembling, reached up to touch my face, but the glass in front of me seemed like a barrier I couldn't cross.

What had I done to that hunter? What had happened to me?

What in the hell had I done to that Anakin hunter? I could barely piece together the fragments of what happened. I'd lost consciousness—everything had gone black—and when I finally came to, there he was, standing in front of me. He was barely hanging on to life, clinging to it like a thread that was slowly unraveling until it snapped completely. I massacred one man in a way I can't even begin to describe; with his internal organs strewn across the floor and his limbs amputated. Merely because he brought up Axel. His name occupies so much of my head, am I going insane?

Is his poison still spreading?

I thought I got rid of it.

I sat still for a few minutes, trying to breathe through the chaos swirling inside my chest. I needed to center myself before I could make sense of anything. Slowly, I made my way to the bed, feeling my body moving on autopilot as I collapsed onto the covers, letting my limbs spread out in an almost desperate attempt to release the tension that had been building up.