CHAPTER 73 | A KING AT LAST
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JUNG HOSEOK — THREE HOURS BEFORE MEETING WITH Y/N.
"I thought you were good."
Jungkook's words reverberate in my mind as I make my way back to Y/N's room, consumed by a profound sense of despair. I can't help but feel utterly pathetic; the girl we thought we understood completely is now the catalyst for destruction. And it's my own failure that allowed her to thrive. My trembling hands find their way to my face, as if trying to grasp the unreality of it all. It feels like time has regressed, and I'm trapped in a surreal nightmare. Though, that is literally what had happened. The weight of guilt settles heavily upon me, as I realize that the bloodshed staining my hands is a consequence of my own choices.
I never intended for Y/N to descend into this darkness. I held onto the belief that she would lead us to redemption, to a brighter future. I yearned for liberation from this torment. But freedom comes with a steep price.
Yet, despite my desire to do what's right, I know I'm incapable. Not because I'm inherently monstrous, but because I'm selfish, tainted by the stain of murder. I would sacrifice any of my friends without hesitation, but this time, it was my own interests I prioritized, and now everyone is in peril. Isn't that what I secretly craved all along? Death?
The sudden scent of Yoongi's blood snaps me out of my thoughts, a chilling reminder of the imminent danger. Panic grips us all, as Yoongi's life hangs in the balance.
"I smell Yoongi's blood, a lot of it. Damn it, his heartbeat is weakening!" Jungkook's voice cuts through the tension, sparking a frantic urgency.
Namjoon's anxiety is palpable as he speaks up, desperate to locate the injured prince. "We can't let him die, not now. This conflict won't cease until..." His words trail off, the grim reality weighing heavily upon us. "Until he confronts Y/N."
Taehyung turned to me with a questioning gaze. "Were you aware of this? Did you anticipate this outcome?" he inquired.
I nodded solemnly. "Yes, I was. I struck a bargain with the Darkness to shield Y/N, agreeing to forfeit my memories whenever time resets and parts of the multiverse would fall. I was aware of everything, trading my life in the process," I confessed.
Jimin interjected, his voice tinged with insight. "There was more to your motive, though. It wasn't just about safeguarding her, was it? You sought death as well, am I right? You knew that ultimately, returning home required that sacrifice."
Silence hung heavily as I absorbed his words, then I seized Jimin's collar, frustration boiling over. "Yeah? Since you seem to have it all figured out, tell me then, why this insatiable desire for death consumes me?!" I demanded through clenched teeth.
Jimin maintained his grip on my wrists, his tone unwavering. "You long for the comfort of your parents, the security of their embrace where all troubles faded away, leaving you weightless. That's your notion of salvation—your home. Death beckons as the gateway back to that," he explained.
My eye twitched with irritation. "You may know the facts of my past, but you can't comprehend the depth of my emotions!" I retorted sharply.
"You're caught between seeking peace and thirsting for revenge. You're engulfed in pain, adrift in a sea of confusion," Jimin continued.
"I'm not damn well confused!" I exploded, frustration boiling over. "I'm fighting tirelessly, but I'm exhausted. I don't want to endure this suffering any longer."
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