Instant Destiny ~TaeJin~

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Taehyung whimpered when he felt a cold cloth on his forehead. His head was dizzy as he was watching some people in black clothes attacking someone. Taehyung couldn’t see the person but the way they were attacking with their swords to the lonely man, made Taehyung's heart bleed because of the innocence prisoned in the loneliness. Taehyung walked closer holding his sword tightly, as a Hwarang he was afraid and he didn’t know he was afraid of the Black clothed people hurting him or hurting the man. He pulled out his sword when he saw the intensity of their attack was rising. He rushed to the crowd and the moment he wanted to stab a ninja black man his sword fell down as he saw the lonely man. Jin… Jin… Seokjin…  King Kim Seokjin.
Taehyung whimpered as he startled out of his nightmare waking up to see his Hwarang hyungs gathered around him with worried eyes.
“What’s wrong Tae? You kept chanting King’s name over and over again” Said Seojoon. Taehyung sat straight in his place, rubbed his forehead before darting his teary eyes to Seojoon.

“we have to go to the royal palace… please… I have to be there” Taehyung pleaded, his heart was trembling in his chest as well as his hands as he got up.

“We can’t go there without any reason at this time of night Tae,” Minho said with his concerned look seeing Taehyung so nervous and anxious hopping around the room.

“Jin is in danger, we have to go there” Taehyung whispered. The other Hwarangs exchanged looks.

“Jin?” all said in unison, trying to assume they misheard Taehyung calling their grand King Jin.

“King… King is in danger we have to go please… I’ll explain everything but we have to go first” Taehyung pleaded as he walked out.
Hwarang men trusted each other and believed in each other enough to not think Taehyung was under the effect of his fever and the weird dream, so they followed him. They all ran to palace, the making horses ready would take their time and they’re house wasn’t so much away from the royal palace. The guards standing next to the entrance welcomed Hwarang men. Taehyung rushed in without seeing them and he stopped as he saw the area inside the palace was without any guard. His hand was shaking still and his legs got wobbly. What if they were late? He ran to the section of the palace he knew the king was there. His hyungs showed him from distant when they had meeting with the rank one general Min Yoongi. Taehyung hated the sound of swords coming out of the room but also he was happy. If they were still fighting it meant Seokjin is alive. He rushed opened the door, they were so loud to hear him. His heart ached to see Seokjin in white sleep clothes fighting with people close to fifteen people all at the same time. He stabbed the first one from the back as his hwarang hyungs entered and started to fight. Them and the king fighting black ninja clothed man. They were strong but hwarang and king, we’re stronger as they killed most of them in a short time. All of them were busy fighting with one. Taehyung succeeded to stab the person he was fighting with. He turned to Seokjin, their eyes met, Taehyung rushed to help him but he stood in the middle. He couldn’t help but whimper as he saw redness colouring Seokjin's white clothes. His hyungs got rid of all of the damn black-clothed men as Taehyung rushed to Seokjin eyes teary but trying to hold back for sake of being Hwarang.

“my majesty… king… my king” Taehyung whispered.

“It’s my shoulder sir Taehyung… it’s nothing important” Seokjin winced and broke Taehyung's heart in pieces.

“It’s important… it’s so important my king” Taehyung whispered as he touched Seokjin's paling face.

“You are worried about me?” Seokjin smiled faintly with rays of pain displaying on his face.

“Of course I am…” Taehyung whispered meanwhile someone approached them with a wooden box in his hand.

“Tae we must go now. They will take care of King… we may disturb him” Hyunsik said touching Taehyung's shoulder gently like he would break if he insisted a lot.

“I’m not… I’m not… I can’t go anywhere” Taehyung whispered. If he left Seokjin's side right now he would turn insane.

“it’s okay sir Seojoon… he can stay” Seokjin whispered faintly as he held Taehyung's hand and squeezed it with the last drop of his strength.

“Majesty… I… alright… let’s go guys” Seojoon said to others before exiting fast and rapid living a semi fainted Seokjin with a physician and Taehyung who was crying subtly, trying to wipe every new tear before sliding on his face.
He watched in a haze as the doctor ripped the white cloth revealing the fresh wound. Taehyung's heart ached. Soon the doctor did anything needed and Seokjin was transferred to another room. He was sleeping faintly on his bed with dry lips and extra white pale skin. Taehyung held his hand all the time, vanished the drops of sweat off of king's forehead caused by pain. Taehyung couldn’t gather up his emotions as his mind was drifting to a fact that what would happen if he never saw that cured nightmare? What would happen if he was late? The king would die so would Taehyung.
His heart was aching so bad as the moonlight was glowing Seokjin's face and Taehyung didn’t want to do anything but hide him from the world, from the betrayal. Hide him and take him to a nowhere with sea. Where his believed king could do fishing as much as he would without caring for poor people down the city, or the traitors or anything more important than fishing. In this occasion, Taehyung was so ineffective and hopeless. How could he do that? He couldn’t and he hated life because his king had to deal with every stuff happening in the country and face the unfair betrayal. 
Taehyung held Seokjin's hand the whole night not sleeping even for a thud. Instead memorising every detail of Seokjin's face. Because he knew at the end he had to leave. ‘He had to leave’ Taehyung shivered at the thought and felt Seokjin squeezing his hand tightly.