‘Mirrors showed what was real, what dwelled in reality, but nobody ever created the glass that could reveal how people see the things, what they think when pretend isn't played.’

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Seokjin rather would drink bitter poison when marriage word kept before him, and seeing his distaste upon it, his parents never brought out the topic.

But somewhere in him a gentle dream of marrying a prince, having lovely children and to watch them play in the rose gardens couldn't let him turn completely away from marriage. He'd hate how he want it.

And so letting the incident go away from his memories like a ghostly nightmare and raised his head to see the chariot that fetched him a letter of proffer for marriage; son of Kim’s: Kim Taehyung.

Seeing the name, sparkles ignited in him like fairy dust sprinkled on him, emerging glittery wings, he felt he could fly for the proposal was from a man he deeply respected and secretly admired. His mainfestation came real. The man who won hearts through his charity habits and always ready to help, forgetting the line between rich and poor. The dignified man ready to be his husband? Seokjin tasted sweet disbelief.

Seokjin forgot the old bitterness and bloomed prettily at the name written on the letter.

Time flew at great speed and soon arrived his wedding day, the most heavenly thing that happened to him, finding the kind prince and marrying him, seokjin found himself to be living the envious fairytale life.

Every person has a small or big secrets that are kept unsaid to have unbothered life ahead. Seokjin found it to be unnecessary to say the past nightmare to his husband as he wanted the bygones to be bygones.

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“The most dangerous disease to heart is memories.
I let the memory of that foul accident get buried in corners of my heart but somebody didn't let it die, let it grow in him, soar it to the point where it turned to be a game of gravely revenge.”

“Who's min yoongi?” Jungkook asked, the name ate his mind.

“He's an illegitimate son of Namjoon's mother. When Namjoon's mother a widow went to marry Taehyung's uncle, she had an affair behind his back. When her husband died in pneumonia, she was pregnant through her illegitimate lover, kept his baby, raised him in hidden, at her granny's house away from civilization, house deep in the woods. Namjoon must've been six or seven when Min yoongi was born. I don't know what became of her lover. She lived in Kims house most of her life. Taehyung's father never accepted her as sister in law, he could feel how she had no sense of affection for her husband just she learnes to tolerate her for wealth and her husband would die for her in love he grew. 

Though Namjoon and Yoongi weren't real brothers, their mother taught them well to be support of each other, for Namjoon was always enlighten with one knowledge by his mother; you'll always be the second choice in this house since your father isn't here anymore and I am a woman. But you got a brother from me who you need to raise and take care of well.

Namjoon was always taught to seek, give love and support from his mother's side for she had a son who was born from a father with less fortune and penny, she wanted Yoongi to be raised in comfort just like his brother. 

When the mother died, her words didn't die in him, he raised Yoongi so well that Yoongi would go blue red if he ever heard the word no.

Namjoon took over his father's business and made it gold at a very young age. He was clever, never to deny that. Though a vicious mind, he rendered only love to his brother. Half  was a word he never used for Yoongi, he was more than a blood brother.”

“How do you know about all this?” Jungkook asked.

“I stayed with Namjoon for a long time. Even walls Would know his story. He had a habit of reciting what his family has done to him, what he has done for his brother, he would unknowningly share everything that happened to him, as if trying to justify his actions by bringing his torn past.

Then Yoongi was an untouched evil who slept in his castle for good time, while I got engaged to Taehyung and we were dreaming of golden life— turned out he wasn't asleep but well aware— it all started when yoongi got enlightened on I soon to be married to his step brother's cousin.”

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Namjoon handed his brother a lit cigar, one hanging on his lips too.

Yoongi's vampire pale skin was flushed red, his hands were calm after breaking everything that came into his hands, almost killing one of the butlers with swoosh throws of China plates.

“What happened to you? What is your new episode about? The flames are puffing out of your nostrils like a dragon. Did you again recalled the time when a waiter from tavern rejected your advances?” Namjoon in his elder brother tone asked, taking seat beside him.

Yoongi hissed puffing out toxic cloud and cleared his throat. “That guy is all in mind, he has occupied me. He is yet to be revenged, he needs to die for throwing me on ground and slapping me, what a humiliation.” the subtle surprised slurp came in, not believing that someone would dare reject him. He moved uneasily in his seat. “Who dared to give the dirty people living in rag the power to say no.” he laughed rather in disgust.

“But it was weeks ago, wasn't it.” Namjoon said in mumblish way concerntrated on the file in his hand. “By the way, cancel our trip to Japan, I need to go to Germany soon.” the book was snatched from his hand and thrown on floor.

“No way you are canceling our plan.”

“Yes I am, have more important priorities this time.”

“This time? It's fucking all time! You haven't done anything on the embarrassment I saw and you got  priorites more important than something that includes me? haa! fuck you for that.” Yoongi cursed screechingly on which a loud slamming noise shutted him in fearful manner.

“Behave! Min Yoongi! The blood unrelated to you in me is on rage. I could've killed you for this action if the word brother didn't interrupt me!” He flared his nose, his eyes furious. 

Yoongi sat down back, his biting his tongue inside. “Germany? Must've been the work Related to that Kim Taehyung. You seem to stick around to him more these days, brother. Does the blood related to him softening in love?” His voice timid yet subtle bold, knowing well that the anger in Namjoon is a suppressed beast in cave, safe to not tease it. But he knew how to make a use of it.

Namjoon's face distorted at those words but he calm his breath and nerves.

“Brother aren't you angry on how I was humiliated by a boy who looked like a slut enjoying the touches given by the customers in tavern and his brother who smelled like sweat and rotten cheese. Not only did they threw me on the ground but hit me hard on face! Enough to leave a mark on my skin and pride! Friends have seen me with these marks and one somehow even knew I was thrashed on ground, I became laughingstock!

Nobody has touched me brother not even mother has hit me neither did you. And what the gravely did I do? Killed them? No, why did they make such a huge drama out of my small mischief, people saw me walking back out of shame and blood of my palms and face.

Brother, I want him. I want Kim Seokjin, that pretty disgracful bitch. Bring him to me, I want him to be held in this lavish and eat dirt, scrapping it out of my shoes. I want to show him what did he miss and what did he bring himself into when he said no to me.

I want to murder him on my bed.”

His hands fisted tightly to turn white and walked back and forth swiftly, running the hand roughly in his long silver hairs, that complimented his fine maroon silk shirt.

Namjoon's eyes that were on the ashes falling from his cigar surprisingly diverted to his brother who's face showed a satisfaction that he couldn't buy even through rich lifestyles. The orbs that drowned in thoughts of what he would do to Seokjin once in his hold.

Namjoon smiled little amusingly clutching on yoongi's shoulder. “This smile is much more bigger than I saw when all handsome money spent on your demandings. Just a slap on your face to bring this devil out? You never had a miserable past to make a heartless monster. what triggered you to speak the villain?” Namjoon was interested this than the business papers on table.

“What triggered in me? I was raised by the devil himself—you. Haven't you vanished the people who trampled your ego, haven't you thrown them in the graveyard in a worst way possible, never to be dug out in the fear of enraging you. The biggest influence is you, brother. I want to have a power like you, so people would rather hung themselves than touching my one strand of hair.”

Namjoon laughed completely enjoying each and every words of his brother thrown out that weren't saintly but hellish, but for Namjoon Yoongi sounded like small brat who's wishes were through demands and tantrums,  nonetheless the love for them giving up the stubborn and fulfilling their wants.

“Never I did ruined somebody over a slap, Yoongi.”

“But I want to! You have power to give me that!’ Namjoon couldn't agree more and raised his single brow.

“Okay” Older nodded looking at his restless Brother “I will bring him to you then do whatever you darn want to do just remember no blood in this house. We've cleansed it just last week. We need to learn to forgive than to kill sometimes, don't you think Yoongi.”

“Yeah that sometime isn't this time hyung. Huh, hyung these words doesn't sound like you, what holy book did you read?”

Yoongi looked at his brother in utter confusion, nobody knows what goes inside Namjoon's head. His mind wanders to place that brings out the actions unpredictable.

“Hyung why being so gracious towards that tavern servants? You don't feel your head burning on the incident that happened to me? My hyung wasn't this way—mother would've killed that guy by now and look at you.”

Yoongi observed his hyung being buried under the conversation having inside his mind. “What is going inside your mind?”

“We are so alike Yoongi, aren't we?  there's always somebody between on our paths that we need to get rid of, get rid of fiendishly.” he nodded at his own words.

“Who's interfering on your path?” The mixture of deadly smile and a solid urge to get that particular person out of his way was strong enough to show it on his face and the strong clasp on the glass enough to break it into fine pieces. Yoongi have seen this image of Namjoon more than sun, but would always be thrilled by his brother's way of using power.

Namjoon snapped out. “So! I'll let my man force himself into that Seokjin's house or wherever she shall be and bring him to you by this night I promise but till then don't break anything in this house, specially wine bottles, each things costs more than you've ever put an effort to earn.”

“I get it hyung, just bring him to me fast!”

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Namjoon came home by late evening and sat on sofa in drawing room, butlers anticipating the snarls for not lighting the candles around hallway soon the evening falls but they saw Namjoon mutely taking seat and ignorant of surroundings. 

The enthusiastic run of Yoongi from his room towards him, wasn't acknowledge by oldet, just stared at blank wall.

“Hyung, hyung—where is he!” Yoongi exclaimed his face changing colors as his eyes landed on the doorway in hope and saw nobody but chilled winds entering. He couldn't see him in his sight, his face turned red. “Hyung, you promised, now don't be mute on this–”

“You didn't mention that Kim Seokjin to be this beautiful.” Namjoon said quietly his eyes shining in orangish red as he stared at fireplace.

“Hyung, you'd think I'll ever make a move on guy who looks ridiculous. The pride he takes in his beauty is what makes me want crush him like a pest.”

Yoongi felt agitated by the quietness of Joon. “Why did you ask? Do not tell me you fell for his fake facade of innocence.”   

“You didn't even mention that he'll soon be engaged to Kim Taehyung.” Yoongi's eyes widened as he made an eye contact with Joon.

Yoongi shook his head. “What?No—I swear I didn't know that!That slut to be sucking that arrogant for no good Taehyung? Congruous.” Yoongi laughed loudly.

Joon didn't laugh with him but broke the gaze and smiled widely, his face against light from the fireplace but the Shine was by his infernal plans in his mind.

“What's happening in your mind?”

“Your revenge doesn't seem to stay around just a slap, yoongi—it's about to get loathesome, obscene. It's gonna be more bloody than we thought, more longer and tormenting yet enjoyable in every seconds. It's not just yours but our revenge now.”

Yoongi smiled as the air around turned ghostly cold and freshly lit candles started to dull, flickering under the gloom weather. The atmosphere perfect to show what character these guys walked with. “The guy on your path, the one you need to get rid of is Kim Taehyung, don't tell me?” His eyes brimmed with more spark. They laughed at the uncanny and unfunny conversation.

“Either one of the both be rubbled and it will be considered as revenge taken for they're deeply in love they say. But, we'll break them together yet  one by one, first they'll see their love turning into their worst torment, turning into chains to their bones and dagger to their hearts, the worst decision of their life and then they'll be individually getting destroyed. Taehyung will see the perish of Seokjin and before that pretty is dead he'll see his husband dead soaked in blood as his last glimpse. Before that they'll see their love rupturing their own hearts.”

“Sounds like you've already made a dark plan, hyung. I was so jealous of your distance decreasing with him and you both seemed more joyful and all smiles whenever together, it made me wanted to hammer his skull! but you gave me relief hyung, I'll sleep well tonight.”

Namjoon scoffed “Upon my distaste Yoong. The distance between us decreased so I could measure how deep the dagger could dash inside him.” Yoongi's dark brown orbs blinked few times, wide teethed smile forming as this conversation incited his each nerves.

“I have always been ready to put Taehyung in the coffin, that was made by me, with the woods and nails of trust. He'll see what his own would do to him just to delineate to the world who's in power and who stays on the knees.” Each word were grinded out of mouth with abhor that filled these both's hearts. The shivers of thrill in his body by the final plan ready on what he had been yeanrning to do for years.

“Tell me hyung, you stayed with Taehyung whole time in England, taught him horseriding, chess, archery, fencing, business. You almost raised him from his teenage years, I thought you must've been close to him as good as a friend and brother, then why do you wanna do him good now?”

“Any person belonging to Kim is the salt in my eyes. I treated him kind so I could be good in the eyes of my father and his father, I just wanted to show them how prodigy I reflect when I had Taehyung singing my praises all around his university, colleagues, family, business world—I enjoyed that but soon he thought we became too close to that people started to suppose he can claim what is mine.”

Yoongi leaned down behind his brother's ear and asked cautiously “Are you still holding the grudge over Mr Jung and his son Jung Hoseok?”

Things are getting dark now, aren't they.