Once upon a time, there was a boy with golden eyes who had everything but an adventure. Coincidentally, there was also a prince who had all the adventures in the world but no one to share them with.
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When Jungkook finds a handsome young man bleedi...
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"I accept."
No sooner had Yoongi clasped hands with his brother, the last ray of blood orange sunlight faded from the throne room floor.
The sun had set. Jungkook was certain that all he'd ever known was over.
Hoseok made a giddy noise, squeezing Yoongi's hand as if it were a snake he was trying to strangle. "Lovely," he said.
"Please, Dad. You don't have to do this!" Jungkook pleaded, his words muffled by the smoke gag.
They both looked towards the young man on the stone steps, who looked small and frightened with neither a father nor a prince to hold onto. Yoongi knew he didn't have to protect his son, but he wanted to desperately. He smiled slightly, knowing he'd made the right decision.
"I'd give you time to say goodbye, but since your son didn't bother saying it when he ran off, he probably wouldn't care to now," Hoseok announced, cutting off any loving farewell. The crow on his shoulder gave a mocking caw. "Time's up, brother dear!"
With a flick of his wrist, a thread of black magic shot across the room and slammed into Jungkook's chest. Freezing all of a sudden, Jungkook felt the binding magic begin to bleed from his skin, leaving him shaking violently. The silencing spell was gone too, but he hardly noticed.
"Kookie!" Taehyung exclaimed, putting aside his betrayal in favor of crawling over to the trembling boy's side. "Are you alright? What's happening?!"
Jungkook managed to say "F-fine" through chattering teeth, when suddenly it stopped. Warmth flooded his chest as the darkness left him, and he suddenly felt as light as a feather. It was as though a heavy blanket had been covering and he'd finally shaken it off. Then he remembered his dad.
"Tae, what's he doing?" he asked, panicked. "Tell me what's going on!"
The prince looked over to the General to see him coated in black marks which were weaving and squirming over his skin in strange symbols. They seemed to be stealing the life from him. His face bled deathly pale. The Woodsman just cackled in glee as he watched his brother fight for air. Rebecca flew from his shoulder and began circling above like a vulture.
Then, elegant as a blooming flower, a small white light began to shine from Yoongi's chest. The wisp hovered above his heart for a moment, then shot out to join the moonstone around Hoseok's neck. It glowed bright but didn't quite overpower Hoseok's wide grin. The dark markings faded from the General's skin as quickly as they came, and he collapsed to the floor. Cold, pale, still.
Jungkook never got his answer from the prince, who was gaping in horror, but the thud of the body was enough. He screamed, wanting the world to feel his rage. Not any particular words, he just needed to let out this awful, terrible burn inside his heart. The heart that was furious with Hoseok for tricking him and betraying his own blood. The heart that cried 'Injustice!'. The heart that knew it was all his fault. Only his. It wasn't the world he was mad at, it wasn't even the Woodsman. It was himself. He let this happen. He let his father give his life just because he wanted some stupid, romantic hero's journey.
