To The Void [kth X reader]

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Of course, trusting Taehyung and leaving him behind was not easy.

No, trusting was easy.

Leaving them behind wasn't.

Once the ground had swallowed them, only then they came to think of the soon to come end. Mortem was not far, given by the rapidly changing surroundings which glowed with a blinding shine.

The five had come in contact with a hard ground as soon as it was snatched from beneath them. It took them a moment or so to register where they had landed, only to come face to face with the king and queen of Mortem.

An odd, unsettling glint was present in their eyes, mimicking the triumphant gleam of the players'.

"What do we have here, the new winners of the game?" The King beamed, clapping rather dramatically while his Queen simpered arrogantly.

Jin stepped up from behind the group, his face hardened with anger and a tiniest bit of pride. "How do we go home?" He growled.

"Home? So soon?" The Queen scoffed. "And here I thought we will throw a grandeur feast for your win!"

"As tempting as it sounds, we would rather want to leave." Hoseok spoke from behind Jin.

"Well . . . "The Queen looked at her husband with feigned sadness. "Should we give them their parting gift?"

"Thank you, but we wouldn't want it." Namjoon said hurriedly. As much as he would love to stay and chat, he wasn't liking the over friendliness that oozed out of them.

"We are afraid that you don't have much of a choice, Earthian." The King seethed in a warning tone. Before any of them had another chance to protest, he had started speaking again.

"Artemis! Bring the gift!"

The spirit emerged from the shadows, carrying a curtained silhouette that floated behind her. Her eyes were apologetic when they met Jungkook's and he was not very sure why she gave him such look. His eyes shifted to what she carried behind her.

Why does it seem like a human figure?

"If someone dies, they die once, but the people they leave behind die every day." The Queen started, her icy voice chiming threateningly in the great hall. "But what if the dead comes back to kill them? Once and for all?"

The cloth covering the gift was removed, stopping the hearts of five. Jimin floated with his eyes closed, the blue hair now back to the natural black. His face angelic as ever and his battle uniform as it is.

As it was when he . . .

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Jungkook's hands were balled into fists, his veins popping as he glared hard at the ground.

They wanted this to be true, really, but didn't he die? Why were the Royals being so cruel about this?

"Your Majesties . . . " Yoongi started, his voice wavering as Jin put a comforting arm around him. "What does this mean?"

"Oh this? This is your beloved Park Jimin! Aren't you happy?!" The King laughed like this was the greatest surprise anyone could ever get.

Well, it was. Just . . . in a negative sense.

"You fucking bastard!" Jungkook launched towards the throne, ready to smash their thick, arrogant skulls to the even harder throne and kill them with their bare hands.

Until . . .

"Jungkook?"

He stopped in his tracks.

He would have sold his soul to Satan to hear that voice again.

But right at that moment, he wasn't really sure.

He slowly turned around to the source of the voice. Greeted with an eye crinkling smile and a glowing Jimin.

"I'm here, aren't I?" He whispered, slowly making his way to the younger.

Jungkook was too mesmerized to protest. That was, until the elder reached out to touch him, he broke out of the trance.

"Stop!" He wanted it to be firmer than how his voice came.

Desperate.

"Stop. Right. There. You are not my Jimin." He whimpered, his arm stretched out, blocking the shorter to come nearer.

Jimin's face fell.

"Jungkookie, it really is me. I am your Jimin. Look at me." He whispered, gently but carefully touching his index finger with Jungkook's.

"Naneun na."

His accent was pure. They couldn't have copied that.

So with the left over insanity and desperation, Jungkook looked in his eyes. "Naneun noe."

Jimin smiled so widely that his cheeks could have fallen off.

But there was still something that Jungkook couldn't point his finger on.

"Jiminie . . ." Hoseok whispered.

Jimin turned to look at him, smiling back at the elder. "Hey hyung."

"But you died." Namjoon blurted.

"We saw you perish." Jin added, a slight crack in his voice audible.

He laughed.

Such a pure voice.

But not the same tinkle to it.

"I was teleported here and rejuvenated. They brought me back to life." He smiled.

He was smiling too much.

Too much praising someone who had put them in this whole mess at the first place.

"Why did you to it?" Jungkook addressed the Royals.

But they simply smirked and he got his answer right after a loud crash was heard.

Jimin had thrown Namjoon in the pillar while the others were scampering off, trying to hold his sudden attacks.

Jungkook looked at Artemis who was on the verge of crying and then at the Royals.

"The game, my boy . . ." The Queen started with a sadistic grin.

"Has just begun."

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