Jinkook Exhibit

10.1 18th Century

In an age where all kinds of sacrifices were made to calms the angered God of misfortune, burying a commoners alive was nothing.

The power held by the aristocrats are well known to be God's blessed. Therefore, the commoners life's are belongs to them. The pitiful commoners has to follow as they don't even have the right of their own life's.

"Walk faster!" said a maid, forcefully pulling a thin, soulless man towards a big, black coffin.

Now, standing in front of the coffin, another maid came into his sight, cover a black veil over his head. He's trembling, but he has no says in the situation.

The bystanders, which are another commoners starting to gossiping about the pitiful man, but none of them dare to step forward to seeking justice for him.

"At such a young age.. How pitiful.."

"Heaven is so unfair.."

"Heaven is never unfair, its his fate to become the old man's concubine.. And now he wants him to be bury together.."

"God is angry at them. They're rich but they did nothing to help people like us.."

"Yeah. But him, he was just unfortunate to be entangled with their family.."

"It's only two months, right?"

"I heard nobody ever hear his voice after they took him in."

"He lost his voice after his husband died before the Baron taking him. I heard it's the Baron who killed his husband, because he refuse to accept his proposal and divorce his husband."

"How cruel.."

"The Baron is greedy. He never let go even for a married man."

"Marrying a man after killing the husband, and younger than his own son, he's the devil until the ends.."

"Shhh! They'll hear you..!"

A priest in white drape approaching the man and standing by the coffin. He raise both of his hands up high in the air.

"Dear God, an innocent soul has leave us to go to you, please look after this pure soul, and light the long dark road for his safety to your heaven.."

All heads are hangs low as the priest saying his preach, except for the pitiful man. A maid shot him a glare as a warning but he brushing it off, looking away.

Sadness are clearly shown at his flawless skin. Black circle, tears and swollen eyes are his friends. But even tears leaving him in the ends as there's no more tears left to cry.

The funeral continues. The parades moving forwards to the cemetery, with the coffin at the front in the horses carriage, follow by the man escorted by three maids at his left, right and behind, securing his way of escape. His hands are tied, his feet are chained. He wonder, if there is a need for them to secure him, how can he escape with these conditions.

Suddenly, the horses shrieking and abruptly stop walking.

"What happens??" a young, refined man shouting from behind.

"S-sir.. I-it's a.. Arch d-d....!" said the coachman, stuttering, unable to finish his sentences when the man suddenly unsheathe his swords and cut his head, staining the sword with the hot, red colour liquid, that came out from the cuts. He pursed his mouth in a smirk, looking down at the head that's rolling on the grass.

"Foolish! Why are you stopping? We still have a long way to go, idiot!"

The prideful man from behind, which is the Baron's son, stride forward to check the situation when he get no answer from the coachman.

"Hah- t-the Duke! The Duke Prince!" he gasp, stumble onto the grass once he see the man. His hands unconsciously touching the coachman's head and he screams out of shocked.

"H-how do you.. know.. My father's d-death..??" the son was terribly terrified to see the man. Murderous aura surrounding the whole area, everyone's shivering at his appearance.

"How do I know?" the man in black wipe his sword and keep it back into it's sheath. He walks towards the son that still on the grass.

"Well, I was going to collect the debt from an old acquaintance. Seems he forget to pay his debt so I came by myself. I thought I can get the money. But didn't know that it'd be his funeral. Tsk!" he clicking his tongue in annoyance before moving to the coffin.

"A-arch Duke Prince..? That.. That psycho Prince...?"

"Hush! Shut your mouth if you don't wanna die!"

The crowds fall silence with the warning goes around. No one's dare to open their mouth, afraid losing their life just like the poor coachman.

The son looks around, weary of his situation before getting up from the fall.

"Greeting, Duke Prince, Seokjin.. I-it's been a while.." he bow at the man.

"Hm? Are we that close for you to call my first name, Sir Kim? Oh, is it Baron Kim Namjoon now?"

"I-I'm sorry! Your highness Duke Prince Kim Seokjin! Please spare my life-!"

"You should inform me. So that I won't rudely came to collect my money on his funeral."

"Rudely? No, of course not, your highness! I-it's my mistakes.. Since my father's will, he wanted me to send him off quietly. I didn't want to bother you with this matter.." said the son, Namjoon, sweating profusely.

"Oh, really? For a moment, I thought you didn't tell because you don't want me to come."

"D-definitely not, your highness.. I.. wouldn't dare to have that thought.. If not for this, I will gloriously inviting you, my lord.."

"Oh, is that true? Why I can't seem to believe you?"

"I-it's true, your highness.."

"Tsk! Anyway, since it's a funeral, I should pay him some respect, should I, Baron Kim?"

"It's.. It'll be my bless.., your Highness.."

"Haha! Baron Kim, don't be so tense. I am not here to kill anyone.." he side look to the corpse on the carriage. "He's just unlucky.. Heh..!"

The Baron immediately ordering a few guy to take the corpse away. "Yea, he.. He's unlucky.."

".. Hm.. My deepest condolences for your loss."

He approach a maid that holding a flower basket. But the maid fell on her knees when he's one step away from her. She's too afraid to standing on her two feet with the murderous aura surrounding the Duke Prince.

"P-please.. S-spare my.. Life..." said the maid, begging him to not kill her.

"Tch!" he walked away once taking the flower from the basket and gracefully put the flower on the top of the coffin. That's when he notice the thin man figure's standing next to the coffin.

Their eyes meets through the thin veil. The man shivers at the sight of his red crimson eyes. His jet black hair makes the eyes stands out the most along with his all black attires.

"...." slowly, his sight became blur and he fell, fainted from being frightened of the Duke Prince.

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