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Jungkook walked back and forth in dimly lit his room. His eyes creased in the thought and biting his lip. A knock on his door pulled him out to answer the door.

“Jungkook-ssi, no mood to have breakfast today?" Jimin came in with toast and juice. Jungkook smiled softly and denied it. “Had a really long night, didn't we. Thought of having extra sleep.”

“Oh? were sleeping? Did I disturb you?”
    “No Jimin-ah, anyways I suddenly recalled a work to be done. I am sorry for no art class today. And I wanted to ask one thing um—How far is Arthur town from here?"

“Arthur town?” Jimin tilted his head “Probably takes four hours, if taken the shortest route. Why you asked? Have to go there?"

“Yes, I have to.” Jungkook nodded.

“Can I know, why? I mean, you know, you talked to me about Namjoon and his weird eyes that you witnessed the evening you had drinks in tavern. If it is then you shouldn't leave house and travel so far.” 

Jungkook smiled at the worry of his student Jimin and raised his brow in search for an excuse. “Ah, actually I don't have heart to leave the house, but my mother's cousin stays there. She told me to hand her some presents mother prepared. I have to meet my relative.” he found it.

“Oh then you must go. I will have the maids pack you something for lunch and don't forget be safe and alert around. The town you are leaving for, goes to the north side and has only one way which is where Namjoon's house comes through.”

“Yes I'll be alert and that's why I won't take the provided carriage but public lift, now I am leaving and see you in the evening. If it gets close around midnight, don't stay awake. I'll be here safe and sound—wish me luck.” Jimin looked confusingly.

"Wish you Luck? For what?"

Jungkook chuckled “For I am traveling there, cramping my back for hours just to find out she isn't home. Nothing should go in vain right?"

Jimin smiled and nodded.

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A carriage lift was stopped at the end of the road and Jungkook got comfortable inside, keeping his small bag aside and embraced himself in the warmth of coat.

Jimin wanted him to take his warm comfortable carriage and charioteer but that wasn't safe as he is going out searching for beauty in white and doesn't want anybody from the mansion to know about this mysterious person. He wants to make as possible distance from reaching this news to Kim Namjoon.

Jungkook.

As the carriage left the town, leading to north where this town ends and has only one way to lead out, the atmosphere became dry, cold, gray, foggy and chilled. Trees were dehydrated, so the winds. Chills gathered around my body as I anticipated the house of Namjoon, it must be huge, gray, welcomed with the statue of demon but to my relief and surprise I didn't see any sort of house nearby

I shifted to my other side's window and checked the other side only to find it plain forest.

Then where he lives? Namjoon?—anyways leave him.

I opened my diary and started writing down whatever Jimin told me, about how a lovely man turned into a forbidden story. How his existence once a beauty turned into endless tunnel of grief for his husband.

Did he cheat? Did he preferred death than the man he married? If not then why did he do that? And is he even dead or hiding well?

I ran out of ink as this story consumed much of my thoughts, questions and feelings. I didn't write this as a small novel of love ending down the misery but two people who fell when they weren't meant to be. A man who was meant to have misery yet couldn't take it without ache. Pages are abundant in my diary, I will find and write the closure soon. Who knows how it will end. But every story needs fullstop.

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I slurped on my saliva as I dozed off, wiping it on my cheek that had dried due to this cold winds so I wiped with handkerchief. I straightened my back when the carriage stopped.

“Sir, Arthur town has arrived.” I pushed the curtain aside and looked around the very gothic town. Very lame and dark even in the afternoon. The thick dark trees were frosty and could be heard crackling under the winds.

Dry cold winds hit my face, turning moist lips into blue. Nobody could be seen around except a strange guy cleaning the dry leaves from the premises that read catholic school but no kids could be seen around, just deserted.

I bowed to the driver and watched him leave. I walked to that man with broom but stepped back when he coldly stared at me, his eyes were blank and mouth seriously into thin line.

“You stepped on my broom, young man.” I bowed apologizing and curled timidly when he gazed up and down. “What you want?” he asked.

“This place almost seems like graveyard. Has nobody been living here?”

He darted his focus back on broom and started cleaning back. A huge scar sat near the ear and cheek, he was surely a creep. “Young man, this cold place has lesser than fifty people. School was opened by a kind man to do some charity but children here die out of cold before they go into young years. The houses are scattered into woods. Large village, few dwell, find the person you want if you can.”

Should I take name of person who I want to find? Maybe I shouldn't.

“The cold here is indeed rude. Can you give me the address of a person close to me please.”

“What's his name?”

“Ken” He furrowed his brows and seemed to think for a moment, but shook his head. “Ay nobody named Ken lives here” he shoo his hand away. What did I expect? They clearly want to hide so why would they give real names.

“Are you sure?” I trailed behind him as he walked further  “I got this address to find him.” that man stopped and turned around “Go and search by yourself, people die, get settled here or move out of this town very quietly for nobody cares. This town has never flourished.”

I moved back and nodded my head “Then I am here, searching him.”

That man who just continued his work, paused “Don't make it obvious. Be very cautious and maintain the secrecy. People who take shelter in this town are either loners who hate being social or need to hide themselves. Let them stay invisible for good. This town isn't yet registered by governors so most of hasn't discovered this place yet.”

I nodded as it made sense on why Beauty in white chose this place. “I am here to help the person who is hiding from worse.” I whispered as I took the nearby lane to commence searching.

The place was awfully deserted, very quiet, very stranded, very strange. If vampires, Frankensteins, walking deads, ghosts existed, they would chose this place to celebrate their festivals. This place was perfect for haunts.

I wasn't sure which step would lead me to the place I wanna be or end up in deepest woods, meeting the desperate ghosts.

I squelched through the wet grounds and took stench of dead animals, I heard howls and freaked a little, smallest sound possibly made by winds would pull my soul out. I am not Taehyung, I am scared of darkness.

A small Moment changed the air,  sweet aroma waft through of vanilla's and butter as if cake was baked. The house was nearby, standing among the place I'm amidst. I chuckled in relief but pulled down for not sure if this is real or I am hungry.

I looked around to confirm and saw smoke swirling up between the trees, it was chimney! I rushed through, not sure if this is the house I wanted to see but after hours of smelling wet gross land and dry winds, probably passing through some invisible phantoms, I came across a hint of human around here.

As I walked further, the woods were gone and plain land with grasses came in, my sight caught small garden, surrounded by wooden gate. It wasn't flourishing, it's dull and full of weeds, few small wild flowers were there but neglected. The aisle lead to a small wooden door, attached to one story house. Small, cozy. I heard distinct noise of vessels.

I didn't invade the place of course. I stood there outside, and rang the small bell hanging on board of gate.

“Coming!” Came a voice through. I felt disappointed for that voice wasn't anything like I heard of beauty in white. A very hesitant opening of door and somebody cautiously peeked out, from crack of slightly opened door. I smiled gently.

“Good afternoon gentleman.” I softly spoke and stepped further.

“Good afternoon, sir. Do I know you? I don't think we've met.” he hesitated to fully open the door and I got little by little but confirmed that this might be the place I am looking for. 

This man isn't beauty in white so he  surely must be “Excuse me, but are you Ken?” My sharp eyes caught his widened orbs and confused face.

He let go of the door and held it wide, taking his looks, he looked physically strong and stood in an alert for some reason. “How did you find this place?”

“See I am harmless. I don't have intention to cause trouble–”

“Young man be clear!”

“I want to meet Seokjin.” I cleared my intention as demanded and I saw a drop of color on his countenance and a small wither. “You are his cousin, Ken. Aren't you?”

He took a deep breath and gulped “Well, you seemed to have searched lot to find this place but didn't find out that he is dead!” He closed his fists.

“Apparently for all but I don't believe in any of it! I think I saw him on the road of Cumberland town at night. Was it his phantom?” I retorted, getting frustrated for traveling all the here to get this attitude than glass of juice, less water. Oh well I understand his protectiveness for his cousin, I do understand. I breathed deeply to calm down and softened my face.

“You aren't suppose to be here, in first place. Who are you? What you want from my gone brother?” he got angry.

“I worked as painter in Kims' mansion. I am Jimin's teacher. I came to know what happened there. The trouble in relationship and then departure. I know it all. That is the reason I traveled here.” 

“You must have seen my brother on Cumberland before he was dead, then. And how did you know I stay here.” A sense of fret shone in his eyes.

I calmly shook my head “I saw him after he was dead or allegedly. The day I arrived in Cumberland, I saw him sneaking out fretfully, in brown cloak and white attire. He asked me for help, to get to this town. I gladly did, only to know he is running from somebody.
      Namjoon.” a tremble appeared in him and I got confirmed. “Isn't he the one who has the evil cards? Wasn't he behind Seokjin's–”

“Hush don't take his name!” he whisper yelled. I looked around and saw nobody but us, when my eyes landed back on Ken he had already reached the gate and opening it.

“So he didn't jump to die, he sought shelter here to you. Namjoon did something bad, didn't he?” I saw a wreck on his features as I held my questions abohw. He looked defeated. “Tell me.”

I heard opening of window and my eyes followed the sound, it came from very first floor of this house, curtains blew as air let itself in, I saw a figure, very calm but confusingly staring at me. It was hiding, it was beautiful.

His eyes widened when we deepened the gaze and I broke a smiled at him. Heard his inaudible gasp.

The man I met on Cumberland road is here! Beauty in white is here—that figure quickly retreated back. “It's him!” I airily exclaimed.

“Come in.” Ken dead panned. “For society, I live here alone, don't be boisterous. I haven't trusted you yet. If I sensed suspicion from you, I won't hesitate to hurt you rudely.” he threatened as he cleared my way to get into house.

“I am no harm, I promise and I am here to help him just as I did to him when we were strangers.” I said, trying to earn trust.

As I stepped in a breeze of beauty, he came down, like a belle in ball, just his dance had never been merry but with real beasts, his eyes spoke dismay, nonetheless, he had a divine appearance, he stood before me with a hushed exclaimed “You!”

I pulled myself out “You recognized me.” I melted at his beauty. It was a good daylight and his features uncovered, very honeyed. No wonder why Jimin couldn't stop praising him, Taehyung couldn't stop loving him and Namjoon couldn't stop...

“I took a promise from you to help me get here and never try to find me, why are you here then?” he didn't sound raged, his features were made to be calm but exhausted now. The shadow under eyes were deep and color was not pink or rosy but pale.

“I got to know about your tragedy.” he furrowed his brow.
    “What tragedy?” he toned down.
“Didn't you say about the accident you met, on that eventful day.” I stepped much closer to him and took his pretty innocent image into my orbs, carefully, painting him down. He was a sinfully innocent. “You are hiding away from Namjoon aren't you—Kim Seokjin?”

He gasped, his orbs shimmering in tears, he grasped on wooden chair behind.

He looked over to Ken who shut the door tight and deeply sighed at the scene going. 

I didn't lose my sight from him “I know everything. Jimin told me. Your marriage with Kim Taehyung, Soobin's arrival, alleged affair and then elope—leaving the story unended by your death.” I looked up and down. “You aren't dead Kim Seokjin.” I took his hands gently and fixed his withered posture.

He shook his head subtly “Nobody knows I am alive. How do you know I am Seokjin?” He closed his eyes, his blood pressure raising.

“The day you were running away. I saw your white attire, the one that caught my eyes strangely. I saw your subtle destruction when I mentioned Kims' mansion. Next day I saw a masked man with fiery evil powerful eyes looking for someone who had white clothes on. He didn't know I was staying in Kims's mansion as Jimin's tutor. We didn't know we'll meet at Taehyung’s place and he would turn out to be their cousin.

Those eyes he falsely sweetened that day couldn't deceive me. I recognized him to be that strange guy searching man in white.

Jimin always told me, how you were adored to wear white. And seeing Namjoon after the same described man gave me small hint that it might be you. Although it wasn't sure for you were apparently dead. Yet I had to search you for you got inside my head. Taehyung and your's story stole my sleep away. I felt you had connection with Kim Taehyung and turned out my hunch was right.”

He bit his lips very tightly and placed his hand on head. A disgrace on his posture as heaved up and down. 

“Come back to Taehyung-ssi. He is much more miserable than any family wrecked in war, he has lost more than life, waits for death but can't give himself one for it's a punishment to himself for not letting you go. He thinks watching you elope would've at least kept you alive. His mirrors call him his wife's murderer, Seokjin. He is asking for closure so the pain ends. A large pit has formed in him which swallows him little by little but fearing irreversible.”

Seokjin threw a cry and placed palms on his face as I continued. “He needs you. His love hasn't turned cold. His love hasn't gone anywhere. It's with him, hurting him, softening him from turning into any coldest beast. I have seen a mayhem when mentioned his dead love. It's inhumane, it's hurtful, hurtful for himself. Have him before he forgets how to love anymore.”

Seokjin broke down on the floor. Tears seeping out of from cracks of fingers.

“I can't go back.” he said in cracked voice. His lashes drenched as tears sparkled.

“Don't you love him anymore?” he vigorously denied and placed his hand on heart, his cheeks reddening in tears suppressed.

“There's no thing made here that would end my love for him. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” I melted when finally confessed his love for his husband. I knew he wouldn't cheat for love in him for his husband is as big as god.

“Then why you don't want to go back? Didn't you wrote a letter to him. You asked for help, to be accepted back in his arms, you begged that you are innocent, then why now?”

“Do you believe I am innocent?” he asked, very timidly, looking at me with those big waiting eyes, hopeful yet somewhere dead.

“I do believe, Seokjin. I have seen the villain in Namjoon and surely know he destroyed you both. You gave me the direction that you didn't have any fault just when I heard you through Jimin.”

Seokjin shook his head. “But I didn't write any letter.” he looked up at me.

“I wrote that letter.” Ken came from behind. I turned around.

ah that's why those two letter's handwritings matched. “It was you.” I replied.

“Why? Ken why would you do that? Didn't I tell you we won't think of them again.” Seokjin sniffed.

“You told me that, but guess forgot to remind yourself with that, who takes Taehyung's name while sleep with tears hanging on lashes, who wakes up with damp pillow? That's not me, Jin. Not in this world you can ever let go of him.” Seokjin gultily drop his head after looking at me briefly, fixing his shirt.

“For the letter I thought Taehyung might wake up and start searching you. I purposely wrote Taetae so he gets a hint of your existence. I wanted him to get you so you don't cry yourself to sleep, live in fear and die for love anymore.”

“Taehyung thought somebody played a prank on him. For he recognizes Seokjin's handwriting and they weren't his, so he couldn't bring senses back. He got furious when he saw that Taetae, Jimin and I were scared to wits as past grave was dug. But he didn't do anything later. Just locked himself up, those four walls has been his life. Doesn't come out, refuses to see sunlight, brings a darkness everywhere he goes.” I sighed and looked at Seokjin who genuinely got worried for his husband.

“Broke all the paintings he painted of his wife. Plucked off all the white blooms, but stubborn than him it all grew back. He has forbidden each one from wearing white including myself. You aren't only one to cry yourself to sleep, Seokjin.” Said name bit his lip, and his cheeks strangely grew rosy. The darkness under eyes grew big, whimpering in softest voice.

“You both aren't worth calling alive. Look what hell you both are making out of yourselves, just breathing and waiting for death.” He distorted on this, wincing down as if daggers were thrown on him. “But you both can't live on like this. Hiding and crying. Evil needs to be punished!” I stomped my foot angrily as whipped away from having Seokjin in my sight and looking at Ken. Bringing him on my team to fight this. He looked supported, his face said, he didn't feel alone anymore and had fire to help Seokjin just the way I wanted.

Seokjin wiped his tears away harshly and stood up, twirling me to look at him, his lips quivered heavily. “No!” Firmed Seokjin, holding my shoulders tightly, digging nails. “Listen to me, that man who's behind me, is infernal! He is vile, doesn't fear god. Don't make him your enemy. He shouldn't be in your life to begin with. You are suppose to be stranger to him, why are you giving your name to him for his ill intentions! I could've stayed away from his demonics if not married to Taehyung. I was forced to have an amity with him. You stay out from his picture as far as possible. He annihilates anybody like a poor house in storm. He loves trouble. Don't be reckless, go away.”

I didn't fear on that man, curled myself. “I didn't come here to go away. If I will be leaving, I'll take you with me to the light, so you can give it to Taehyung, it is suppose to be this way.”

“No!” he cried, flushed, frustrated, tired “I can't see anybody getting wounded anymore, worse gravely by that monster! That is why I live like forbidden traitor.”

“Is this the reason why you let him twist till bleed for you were scared he might hurt your beloved?” He stepped back, a shiver in body washed away all energy, he lowered his head, his lips puckering to stop wail. 

I had to put a courage in him, either it is hiding or not existing, nonetheless, I want him to open up so things can turn right. I jerked him slightly to force him to look at me, he was shorter, frail and very precious, he didn't deserve this, Taehyung didn't deserve this.

“Jimin told me but whatever he knew, what his thoughts and feelings were. Now it's your turn to tell me your part.
      Jimin might be angry but deep inside, he adores you dearly, innocently, he wants you back into arms of his brother. He thinks, I have some sort of sorcery, I can make everything right, even knowing you're gone to grave. He hopes in magic.
     Let Taehyung know, his love isn't hurting him but calling his beloved back from the dead. Let childish Jimin know magic is real. Let Namjoon know that whatever done here needs a repay—even sins.” We stared at each other blinklessly.

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