Don't Forget | Jaeyong

where we fall: part one.

Those who were a Tiān-Dì leader were above all  - the most important lineage to the entire tribe.

Their tribe sat perfectly between land and sea, beside a vast waterfront along with a huge woodland filled with buzzing wildlife. Skies were plenty with birds and the weather was almost always perfectly sunny, even when it rained along the coast of Tiān-Dì.

Although it seemed peaceful and beautiful to the eyes, it was all but a mask for the true behaviour in which Tiān-Dì is notorious for.

They value power and supremacy above all.

Leader, Jung Jaehyun, enjoyed spending his personal time in that forest. Especially since he relished the sport of strangling tall bears with his aquatic power. Simply watching them choke to death and drown on land was more fascinating to him than the Tiān-Dì culture of stepping a lower-class skull into the ground.

His companion cheered for the second time that afternoon, clapping at Jaehyun after another skinny dark brown-coated bear limply plummeted to the ground, with the light leaving its eyes.

The leader had done this monthly or weekly, not for food, nor for clothes - just to make himself feel better. To put all of his frustrations into murder, murder, murder. It was better than what his father did. When his father was rather angry; he would hike up the taxes, starve the poor and even force innocent people to battle to the death in a tournament. A Tiān-Dì tradition. Jaehyun found it boring, there was no glimmering excitement in his belly watching two people slaughter one another, but there was when he watched the life drain out of something in his own hands. Like the bears.

"Jaehyun, you're extraordinary!" Nakamoto Yuta applauded some more. He had been beside The Young Leader ever since they were just children. His destiny was to be a loyal companion and servant to The Young Leader. So much so, he was forbidden to ever disagree to whatever Jaehyun would say, unless if it would put Jaehyun's life at risk. He had sworn to it since his own birth. Yuta was compelled into believing his only purpose in life was the existence of Jaehyun, and at times he felt like a shadow. But since he had been there for so long, he began to love it. He began to believe that he would be nothing without his Young Leader.

"Every time I watch, I get a tingly feeling in my feet! Then it drops. I feel relieved. I feel that I am never going to be harmed because you are here to protect us all!" The servant approached the dead bear, looking at it with a shaky grin. "Shall we drag it home, my leader?"

Jaehyun glanced at his own hands, examining the power he had within them. "No. Let the wilderness eat them again. I don't want a filthy bear inside of the palace. Disgusting." He swung his long sleeves and decided to walk away, leaving Yuta behind.

Inside of Jaehyun's perspective; he found the servants irritating, always praising him, always telling him he was right when he was sometimes wrong, always following him like mud stuck in his clothes.

Deep down he craved disobedience, somebody questioning his motives and challenging him. There was nobody he had met who was brave enough to ever do that before, sometimes he felt like forcing people to — "Challenge me! Do it! Tell me how horrible I am!" But, it would be less fun making someone do it rather than have it happen spontaneously.

"Yes, master!"

He wondered when he would meet the person to challenge him, who would tell him he is wrong.