Aɪᴛʜᴇʀɪᴏᴜs

Chapter 9

Dance beneath the stars
as you drink in the night,
let the thunder overtake you
as lightning fills the sky.
Feel the force of nature
penetrate your skin,
spin with the world
as the magic sinks in.
                                    - Christy Ann Martine.

| Florian forest |

Third person POV

The competitive fire in Jungkook was in a struggle, a struggle against the wind. The wind accompanying along several obstacles. Obstacles which even got him, the great King of Akzoria weak on his knees. By 'Obstacles', basically he's referencing to the slippery muddy ground, at some spots, the ground is raised just enough for him to trip, falling face flat, at some, just enough for his boots to get stuck in, awfully uneven. Not even that, it seemed that nature wasn't on his side in this eventful time, he'd have thick vines somehow wrapping up at his leg, clothes attaching themselves to tree trunks just to have them ripped off, one minute he has a mosquito sucking his boiling blood, the next a bird uses him as a fracking poop spot. He seemed to have no sense of direction, hitting his head more than twice along the same looking trees. The sun having no mercy, scorching him. Even the fluids in his body had betrayed him, the thirst sucking his energy, the hunger wasn't helping either.

As for the 'wind' he was referencing to none other than the prince of Floria, it seemed as if the prince had forgotten he ever existed or maybe he really was the wind himself. Being left behind more than he could count, he was left with the sweet and sour wift of fragrance and disfigured footsteps to guide his path to the wind.

With rushed steps and willed determination, he won over the obstacles, leaving them behind, but taking their memory with bitterness. He could feel himself getting closer to the freedom, could feel himself getting farther from the constricting space, the mucky ground. The sound of his boots squelching against the mud growing numb, whereas the sound of the river flowing, crashing against each other as waves grew more alive.

In a swift step, he was out. The sun blinding him, but not for all his fate, mercy was granted. The strong wind hitting him, but not knocking his balance, flowing past his hair, it felt as if his hair was yet again being graced by his mother's fingers. But before he could get lost in the paradise of painful memories, the sight before his eyes entranced him, silencing, numbing all he hears or feels.

There stood the epitome of beauty, Kim Taehyung. He felt as if he had been granted a glance to an angel solely residing under God's wing. He felt that he should appreciate this beauty, this once in a life time beauty, it was so unbelievable, the thought of this suddenly fading away as if it never existed wouldn't surprise him but would deeply wound him, no matter how much he would denie it.

His eyes seemed to have been filled with awaiting for something or someone, with the slightest spark of concern. Jungkook realised, he realised that he was the one these brown eyes were waiting for, calling for, because as soon as those eyes landed on him, the softest of smile bloomed on his face, the spark of concern now sparkled with amusement and possible relief.

"You look robbed of all your worth" chuckled out taehyung, eyes wrinkling upto gentle half moons, not full but still beautiful. "And your the robber" hissed Jungkook, trying hard not to seem flustered, brushing off all the fallen leaves, courtesy of his rash movements. "Hmm? I don't recall stealing anything" said taehyung all the while quirking an eyebrow. "You stole my-"......heart? no- "yes?" Taehyung seemed confused, maybe even slightly dumbfounded, expecting a witty remark, yet was met with the speaker stopping mid-talking.

"Uh-i meant your the one who brought me here, knowing I would be robbed, it's not like the nature would have any use of my worth, unless you wanted me dead" ended Jungkook with a slight eye roll, now moving ahead. "I wouldn't have ever saved you, if I wanted to see you dead" retorted taehyung, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, well..It was. "God this isn't a forest, it's hell. Why'd he chose such a path" Jungkook was muttering to himself, while crouching down, catching his breath, ignoring taehyung's words. "Hell is it? Why don't you look around a little, My king" Jungkook raised his head at this, a questioning look in his eyes, yet non arising from his lips. Listening to taehyung's words this time, he looked around.