Cha Won- Shik is sitting in his chair, staring at the wall in front of him like he wants to drill it. It was exactly what he is feeling from inside right now. Blazes of agony and grief are covering him, submerging him inside the darkness that he couldn't see anything. He feel like he fell into an endless pit, that he couldn't climb again.

How is he going to tell Chan-Mi about this? About their only daughter's death?

The irremediable sorrow is twitching his heart as someone stabbed him on his chest. The shock is too much to take. He is too shocked to cry loudly, the sting of melancholy and confusion is making him feel a great wrench of sadness.

The man keeps staring at the wall, but his face is emotionless. His eyes were blank, his pale face is turning to ashen with misery and vexation. The fatigue inside his body is holding him back from crying. His mind is ringing with what he heard previously.

"Flight A085 that was supposed to flying to South Korea has suddenly disappeared without any clue. Authorities say that it may be occurred by an act of hijackers. But this case is nothing simple. Both air forces of..."

Won-Shik couldn't believe what he heard. He collapsed in his chair, semi-consciously, when he saw the news when he was sipping his latte in his favourite cafe after work.

From that moment till now, he has been the same. Not affording to talk with anyone, acting mute and deaf while continuously staring at far away.

He can't believe that he actually lost his daughter.

He felt his sockets are getting blurry and weepy. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, staining his skin with the marks of warm tears. He took his phone with shaky hands, with a clobber heart. He dials a number, not knowing how he's going to tell this to his ex-wife. The other end is ringing, trying to reach contact with the owner of the receiver. His throat dries as he hears the female voice, the voice he hasn't heard for three years.

"What do you want?" her words are heartless. It daggers his heart even more. Not the fact that his ex-wife is talking harsh to him, but perceiving the certitude that he is about to break her heart, once again, is burning him from internal. But this time, he knows that she will never forgive him.

"Chan-Mi, I- I am sorry," he stammers with a cracked voice. He hears the other end scoffing. He can detect the irony through her words.

"You should be, shouldn't you?" her words are no longer soft like it was used to be. They are stern and insensitive. He knows that it is his fault that she is like this. He gulps.

"Y/n, she-" he tries to talk with a stutter. He feels like his tongue is stuck to his mouth. Suddenly the Chan-Mi's mood changes. She startles as she hears her daughter's name.

"What happened to Y/n? What happened to my baby? Won-Shik-ah!" Her voice arouses as her sixth sense tells her that something is wrong. The male is helpless. He can't find words to talk. He wet his dry throat with his saliva.

"Her plane-" he can't talk. He feels mute. He hears the fast breathing of the woman in the other end.

"Don't tell me that, Oh my god, No! Won-Shik-ah! It's not true, that's not what you were going to tell me right?" Suddenly she starts talking in disbelief, not wanting to buy the idea. "It's not true," she starts mumbling the same thing again and again.

"It's not freaking true!" she screams out her lungs. Won-Shik can't handle it anymore. The phone slides away from him. He falls on his knees, meeting with the ground. He starts crying, bawling loudly, aggressively clasping his hair.

He screamed, letting out the pain that is throbbing in his heart. The man is lonely wailing loudly, clutching his heart.

It was only his sobs and the howling wind that acquaint him.

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Kingdom Hwa

"Aish, it's stinging, hyung, be little gentle will you?"

The younger masculine hisses with pain as the other one wraps his wounded arm with a silky cloth, ligaturing his palm as well.

Both of them are in the Hanok cabin belonging to the physician. The great fragrance of the fresh flowers is spreading its redolent, giving the utmost rapture and serene to one who enters. The wooden room doesn't have the things that belong to an ordinary physician. There aren't any bottles filled with dark and skin pricking liquids. Neither had small knives and blades that give goosebumps to someone.

Rather than that, the hall is empty. It has only one seat and that is for the patient. Different sizes of clothing from one inch to two meters are hanging on the walls. They are different shades, mostly that has shades of green and white. They are made with a singularly velvety texture that brought comfort to the lacerated skin. The patients didn't have to face any needles or flesh digging liquids.

They only have to watch the performance of the doctor.

"You should've been more careful, why are you hurting yourself like this?" The worried male inquiries, letting out a sigh. The guy with jet black hair looks away, clenching his jaws. The physician rises, walking towards the rack of instruments. He picks up the flute, the one he uses for normal injuries such as cuts and skin tears.

He starts playing the flute, diverging the youngster's shattered thoughts together, heeding his attention towards the mellow sound of the wooden pipe.

The physician keeps playing the flute, filling the room with the dulcet tones of the wafting air that escapes from the end of the pipe. The zephyr reaches every end of the room, engrossing the male who is sitting on the seat into the harmonic melody. He feels a light feeling blossoming inside his body, a comfortable feeling that is easing his stiffened muscles. He feels like a cold but pleasurable feeling in his wounded arm. A light blue lustre is gleaming from his arm. Through that light, the mark of a tiger flower on his right arm is shining brightly.

The flower petals sweep along the floor with the breeze, jingling the mellow flute notes in the atmosphere.

The older male takes his plump lips off the bamboo flute, ending the serene music that was filling the air moment ago. The black hair man smiled with a light heart, forming slight wrinkles in the corner of his shiny orbs, showing the happiness inside him. He feels like everything is back to normal.

He always feels this after taking treatments, but how long will this last?

The physician places the flute in its place again. He ambles towards the other man with a smile, seeing he was cured. He gently removes the clothing that was bound around his wounded arm. He looks at him.

"You have to take more meditations. It'll help you control your anger," he concerns. The other one sighs, glancing at his fully mended hand.

"It's making me weak hyung, it's making the people of this kingdom weak," he says, deploring his inability to control his greatest sin. It was sometimes out of his hands. He couldn't control it. The doctor sighs, placing his hand on his shoulder,

"We are trying our best right? We will find a way somehow,"

A man dressed in completely white enters the wooden cabin. He stays nearby the door till his leader permits him to enter. As the physician gestures, he comes in, telling them the message he brought from the Kim Clan.

" All are clans are called for a meeting at Kim's residence,"

Both males mount up, knowing that something has come up.

They were facing lots of problems for the past months. Things were not like it was used to be. Hwa kingdom was shadowing from something evil, something that was out from their limits, their controls. They have to console this somehow before kingdom Hwa completely immerse in darkness.

They don't waste any time to reach their fellow members. All seven were gathered there in one room. Every leader of each clan is assembled to seek out what was happening. The Kim Clan won't call if it wasn't something serious and important. The tallest and the wisest from all looks at each of them.

His deep voice arouses, talking to them.

"Hwa has returned,"

Hey guys, that's all for this chapter. I always love to keep you guys hanging 🙂🌝 What did actually happen to Y/n? Who knows, *shrugs*

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