‘There was a kingdom by the sea
where Seokjin lived in misery.’

“I'm very hesitant on this but did you—did you cheat on your husband  Taehyung?” Jungkook gulped as he was attacked by Seokjin's eyes, they weren't irked, angered, perturbed or taken aback—they were still and empty. Jungkook knew the answer, it was simple, it was there in the dead eyes of Seokjin.

“Apparently I did.” Seokjin mumbled, a subtle slump on shoulders, his nails digging into the surface of the sofa.

“Not everything we see is supposed to be true? Namjoon showed himself to be an idol brother, a flawless gentleman but his facade has fallen down and his real image clear as day displayed to us. People tend to believe what they see, but sometimes it's much more than just what our sight has caught, it's just the surface we see but the depth yet to be covered.”

“Is it?” Seokjin looked at him poorly.

“I am sure the rumors about you are completely untrue. But these are the ones that spread rapidly like mad fire in dry forest. So rather hiding, you need to face them and prove them to be rubbish. Confiding yourself just gives access to these people in your life and make it more miserable, your silence proves the false to be true. Stop them before they rubble and leave the ashes behind.”

“Jungkook, all these words sound so robust, so full of power, but it goes in vain when the person against you has the power to rubble and control you. I would scream on top of the mountains and yet I'd be unheard and there that man taps his finger and gets the world against anybody he wants to annihilate and people would believe him, believe in his lies because it is produced through his power which these people lick and get this man high on the throne made of ego.

I don't have any energy left. Not a will to mock my humanity again. It feels like to compete with a devil limited in human form, human too bold for me to fight.

I don't care what becomes of mine, Jungkook. I don't care if I die in a cold bed, I don't care if my heart burns into the ashes in yearn for love. I am going through the most inhumane punishment ever created and that isn't being tormented by infernal Namjoon but living without love, living without the man on whom I swore death faces me before it goes to him, on whom my life, happiness, everything revolves around. I, I can wait for him in the next life for our love is so deep, so wise it is a promise made for innumerable lives including this miserable one. So I will sacrifice our relationship in this one and I will come back and meet him again in the next. There, I will be stronger than now, Selfish, even cunning to protect us, but right now I have done what I thought would be right, to obey, to be frail, twisted into sorrows and it all cannot be undone.

I can bear it all as long as he follows me and keeps the eyes away from Taehyung.” 

Jungkook's eyes reflected the light that was missing in this dark room, the light was reflected by the brilliant love Seokjin had for his husband.

‘Taehyung must have been a devoted monk in his previous life to get such a blessings disguise in this beautiful human sitting before me.’ Jungkook thought.

Jungkook had all arguments ready to be put against the words of Seokjin but he couldn't bring them out, it felt as if he argued in an empty hall. “You really think, your sacrifice has bloomed the flowers back into Taehyung's life? You think he is living a normal man's life, laughing with his family over supper time, smiling to ears, focusing on work? Away from dangers? No! He has locked himself to death, punishes himself. I have seen blood on him that he infests on himself. He isn't living bright by what you call sacrifice! And you may like to hear it or not but you aren't in the eyes of Namjoon currently, you are hidden, which means he has Taehyung to follow and destroy, which I believe he slowly does it. ” Yet Jungkook wanted to argue, he wanted to yell into this empty halls. Seokjin started shivering, his pupils dilated, he never thought that Taehyung would be worse. He believed his husband had a strong mind and heart. 

“He is drying himself to death, his eyes never ceased the rivers he shed. He forbids everyone to wear white, he has demolished every little fragment that reminds him of you, everyday he would break things that you once touched to wipe out every speck that witnessed your existence. Questions himself what is left yet that whispers your name in his ears, unknown that it's his own body, his heart, his soul that has your print. Don't be surprised Seokjin when one day he finds out that it's not the things or people around that whispers him your name but it's him and ends himself in an attempt to wipe off your memories.”

Seokjin whipped his head away. As if it would keep the harsh words from reaching his ears. He stood from the place ready to run away somewhere.  Ken placed his hand on Jungkook's shoulder and shook his head, pleading to say no more words.

On realizing that the words deeply cut Seokjin, Jungkook apologized, kneeling down before him with his apologetic gaze. And hands lightly placed on crying man's forearms. He subtly held his shirt to gesture him to take his seat back. “Forgive me.”

Seokjin shook his head, hiding his eyes and clearing his throat “No Jungkook. The words were sharp knife but they're true. Just imagining his death brings me profound ache.”

Jungkook smiled sadly “Imagining his death deeply troubles you right? Look at your dear husband—he has seen it, felt it close—your death, he believes that he is existing in world that has no you, instead imagine his pain now. It has crushed his soul. He lives with it, dies with it, prays he goes to sleep and never wake up again. Jimin and all the villagers have prepared themselves to face and mourn on the world after Taehyung cease to exist saying an untimely goodbye. They fear the coming time but are sure the day will arrive when Taehyung slips away.

Yet Seokjin look at God's grace, it is traumatic but isn't irreversible—you are here, here for your death isn't written still and Taehyung wakes up every morning which says there is hope in your both's lives. You can save him, there is time and opportunity. God isn't merciless as Taehyung blamed him to be. If you step out, hold him before he stands in the same valley and feels the ground, you can save him and yourself too.” Seokjin shed the million diamonds from his void eyes.

Silence followed for long minutes. “I don't think you are ready to tell me what happened next.” Jungkook added.

“I will tell you.” Ken stepped in, seeing his brother unready and deeply affected. Jungkook nodded his head taking seat back on sofa, his eyes focused on Ken.

“Where do we start. I lost the track.” Ken said, bringing tea for them.

“Namjoon visited Taehyung after his marriage to congratulate them as he missed the chance to be his groomsman, Jimin told me. Later, Seokjin proposed a wish to have a piano teacher who was invited by Namjoon. What was his name?—Soobin! that guy. Why did he include himself in this foul play, who was he to Namjoon?”

“He was somebody Namjoon met on his business trip to England. Soobin was a professional pianist married to a decent businessman who had some professional ties with Namjoon. They were working on big project but it hit the bottom when Soobin's husband decided to go on his own way, breaking allies. It is believed that he hated the idea of marketing toxic addictive chemicals in name of medicinal drugs which enraged Namjoon as he saw profit to be more sweet than honesty. Seeing the sudden disrupt between them and rumors of suspicious business by Namjoon spread all over the business society. This halted the Namjoon's plan and had some legal actions running on him which he burried under by money but this humiliation twisted him to clutch some necks and break it, by some it meant Soobin's husband. And we all know by now Namjoon is a master of taking revenges.  

Soobin was made a pawn into this wicked games of Namjoon because Soobin's father was a politician and businessman too and provided much support to his soobin and his husband, financially. Namjoon thought it would be much effective to hit them there.

Soobin had no part into this but oh to his cruel luck, he was tricked by Namjoon, he fell into his vicious charms, got Impregnated by him. Joon had his eyes set on pretty man before all the rivalry began. He tried to hit on him whenever he would get chance to and Soobin felt neglected by his husband, thought the fate brought Namjoon into his life.

Soobin's man found out about his affair and threw him out of his life, family relations were broken and the support that Soobin's now ex-husband used to get from his businessman and politician father-in-law plummeted into none. He faced many challenges later on as debt and such which then got him in great loss.

Now Soobin and his troubled ties with his family depended totally on false hopes of Namjoon, a fake hope that Joon would keep the baby and raise him secretively. Soobin an innocent soul under the devil's spell believed that love was reciprocated and agreed to do whatever Namjoon commanded.”

“How did you know all this?” Jungkook asked.

“These are exact Soobin's words. He thought he was invited here by just a pure intentions of becoming Seokjin's tutor. But when he overheard Namjoon and Yoongi's conversation, he realized again, he's been played foul again. He was brutally threatened to keep the secret to be the part of their plan, he had the baby in him and couldn't be blamed for what he did.”

Seokjin decided to answer on this. “He disclosed the plan to me at last after he saw Taehyung started suspecting me, was turning colder and scarier to me as each day passed by. He saw his old failed relationship with his husband and family reflecting in us and decided to let his conscious win and save us before misery gets worst. For him the righteousness woke in him for he didn't let Namjoon get inside his head and influence his morality. He realized that the love he felt was the weapon used against and his unrequited love was killing me as well. Though it was awakened, it was already late.

Soobin did everything possible to make everything appear as if I am losing my dignity and letting myself be available for more than one man. He would do it even if his heart would be against it. I didn't throw him out or slapped him, nor revealing his intentions for I saw the greatest guilt and fear he had for Namjoon.

For a moment I thought to push him off my balcony when he tried to kiss me forcefully, but he was sloshed, heavily, crying for forgiveness and spilled secret behind his arrival here before passing out.

I knew he didn't mean whatever he tried to, getting surreal around me, being too close, playing with my hairs, I saw the hesitant and distaste whenever he would do it and usually would initiate such acts when there are witnesses around like maids, Jimin. I knew it all.

Little did he and everybody around me knew that I used to work as midwife's helper and my dependable knowledge made me realize that Soobin was pregnant the whole time.

And whatever he was doing, was done to protect the delicate life inside him.

When I dared to ask him if Namjoon was his baby's father? Why was he scared of him so much? But He chose to run away rather than partnering up with me and get my courage up to clear every misunderstandings caused and disclose the Namjoon's vile acts. 

He was the only one that could prove my innocence. I wanted to convince him to speak for me and let my relation with my husband get back on track. I could see everyday my husband slipping out of my hold and my sanity fading away.

In the wait for him, I was getting accused each day for all the marks I had on my skin, becoming more severe, more deep into skin not knowing that it was Namjoon who used to visit my room at night and abuse me infernally!” he cried.

Jungkook shivered in his seat, his breath deepened. “Why didn't you speak of it to Taehyung. If not Soobin to prove your innocence then your love for Taehyung would've been greatest way to show how pure you are. What I heard from Jimin was that you wouldn't fight back against the allegations. You kept quiet the whole time while the marks littered on your body, spoke alot. You could've easily made Taehyung believe you, that you were assaulted yet you let their accusations win.”

“Jungkook, Namjoon is a devil! He said he would burn my family and Taehyung alive if I said a word! He is a man of words Jungkook, he has power to do whatever he says. I couldn't compete when he had Taehyung under his control. My husband used to work with him day and night, my fear would go wild whenever they worked together for I feared one day Taehyung might never return home. I held the secret like a knife pierced in my heart, I didn't enjoy the accusations or secrets scalding the wall of my heart.

Namjoon told me everything he did to Hoseok, how he ruined him. And looking at Soobin's frail health and broken soul carrying baby with hopeless future had gotten hold on me mentally. I didn't want to make any wrong move and get Namjoon destroying my life all at once, worst touching my husband or family. I know Taehyung would've helped me. He surely could, but Namjoon has a force behind him. My husband is quiet, kind man he cannot compete against such devil who has every plan unexpected and unknown.

I thought as long as it is me who faces this, I will endure it till my soul dries and leaves my body. As long as my husband is safe. I have a will in me to go through such tormenting days. Though it burned me to see Taehyung's eyes turning cold, heartless towards me, his touches fading away to none. In the frustration of cheating wife, he would often go harsh on me but I chose the decision of enduring it all.”

“Whe-n” Jeon cleared his throat “when was the first time you saw the real side of Namjoon?” Jungkook's fingers turned white as imagining people existing with Namjoon were such cursed especially when he made a decision to destroy them.

“He stripped away all of his gentle and kind man costume and laid bare with his fangs when we were riding down to Taehyung's new business site. He wanted me to visit the place he died to build all these years. While I was in the chariot with him. There his facade fell.”

“To see my brother fulfilling all of his wishes is such a pleasant to my eyes.” Seokjin whipped his head and smiled at Namjoon sitting on the other side of window.

“Indeed. His smiles are turning more beautiful. I am happy too.” Namjoon looked at him.

“Taehyung is a man who trully deserved a soulmate like you Seokjin. Patient, compromising, who doesn't complain. These type of lovers are only found in novels these days.”

Seokjin gave a confusing smile. “I don't think I have compromised on anything. May I know what you are talking about?”

“Compromising on husband who does not have a time for his wife. Isn't he drifting away from home, from you. A family dinner is left alone, so is his dear spouse, all alone waiting for him to knock on the room's door and have a few romantic moments together like how newly wedded couple would. Don't you wish it back?”

Seokjin sighed. “But I have to be happy in his happiness. I have his seen his hardwork, his sleepless nights to erect this business. I am trully happy for him.” Namjoon smiled as he removed a cigar from a metal case and lit it.

“You are happy in his success not that You are content on your own, right? He brings himself the happiness from his own triumphs and you just have to participate in his happiness forgetting some of your own needs.”

“I didn't mean it that way.”

“Oh it did sound that way, Seokjin. You sound like a lonely person masking his own real sense under this too good to be true wife facade. But I can help you, I can make bring you all sorts of fancy in your life, be it material, physically, you name it.”

Seokjin's eyes squinted in sudden change of atmosphere, it became heavier. “You know what you're saying right?” Seokjin turned his head back to the window, his hands shivering even in the gloves.

“I am well aware of my words.” Seokjin ignored him, his feet tapping restlessly as the journey was awfully slow and long. “I was just as you are right now. Ignorant, careless, delusional, taking wrong decisions regarding life and people too. But humans learn from mistakes so did I. You have a time to choose the right one, what is your age now by the way, oh to be wild and free.”

“I don't enjoy such vulgarity Mr Kim. Mind your business.”

“Traditional and conservative I see.” He chuckled. “But when the time comes you're little wild aren't you? I have heard about that, from someone who has seen your that side.”

“Stop it! I am getting out, I will walk myself or take a lift but never with you ever again. You have such a perfect gestures and words for everything Mr Kim that even you felt too good to be true. Indeed you showed, people like you exists only in fiction and how flawlessly you know to deceive. Now I know why people turns so dead around you. Driver, stop the char—”

As Seokjin reached his one hand to the handle of the door and to peek out of the window to order the driver to pause the vehicle.

A sudden bold grasp on his nape took him by surprise. Namjoon twisted his neck to have his eyes directly meeting closely with his own. Their face an inch apart. “Leave me–” Seokjin panicked as all worst scenarios stumbled in his head. His hands on Namjoon's chest, tightly holding onto his coat, making every possible way to keep this man away.

He felt his lips going pale, his eyes shut close and his nape aching under strong hold. “Don't you want to know, who made me so eager, so on toes to meet you?” Seokjin didn't want to hear a single word, he struggled to free himself, thrashing, kicking.

Namjoon painfully jerked him, turning him frail. “It's Min Yoongi!” the villain spat out. Seokjin stopped with all of his struggling as a familiar name with immense bitterness rolled out of the  mouth. He needn't needed to recall it, try hard to remember the name, a flash of memories dashed in his brain, those memories with feelings same as just now, disgusting, despicable.

“I can see your eyes, painting the picture of name taken. Yes Min Yoongi. My dear brother.” Seokjin clutched on to the hand of Namjoon that was latched on his neck. Seokjin stared as the name taken made him go weak. He wanted to fight this feeling. His face went deadly pale as he could see the hideous smirk on other's face and feel his breath from close hitting on his face.

“What do you want? Why are doing this to me?” Seokjin whimpered internally as he wanted to make it sound bold but the words shivered as if he had already surrendered.

“So you still remember him. He is my soul, a last gift from my mother. I have earned so much by any means just for him, to have him possess anything he wants. Who knew he would ask for a pretty little guy betrothed to someone who turned out to be my cousin.

I wanted to seize that person so bad who dared to strike on my brother and here you are. I didn't have to go for a search, you came here to get laid on the trap by yourself, don't blame me, blame your rusted fate.

Now that I see you this close I can't blame yoongi to demand you. You have a right to arrogance over your beauty, to push people away and get a finest richest man for yourself, but I cannot disappoint my brother, he has laid his eyes upon you and never saw him so begging and restless to get someone.” Namjoon's eyes roamed across jin's face and body. Seokjin's breath fastened as his Namjoon's face leaned and his eyes rested on his neck. In this harsh cold weather, Seokjin's face broke into sweat.

For a breif moment Namjoon's eyes got closed when he tried to move closer and Seokjin pushed him away with all strength and started banging on the windows and door, crying loudly for help. To his luck the winds were quiet and ride was slow due to sloppy roads which made the driver to hear desperate cries inside the vehicle.

He instantly halted the chariot and saw Seokjin falling out of it and landing on snowy road, his face red, sweaty and eyes swollen from tears.

Charioteer walked to help the poor guy when Namjoon nonchalantly stepped out and picked Seokjin like a paper doll shoving him against the vehicle, trying to get him inside, but Seokjin fought with the foul acts, he held the handle of door tightly not allowing his body to be rammed inside.

Namjoon hovered over him, twisting Seokjin's hands behind his back and pulling him closer, his eyes getting darker and jaws clenching coldly. “I rather would die than seeing your shameless brother!” Seokjin spat, his eyes straight meeting the other one's.
“You once said your mother saw the greatest miseries. I see why—to have two devils disguised as sons is surely a misery. I feel apologetic to your poor mother or maybe she deserved to have you both for she too was greedy and evil to get what she wanted, wasn't she? You are here to follow her path, to take whatever she ever wanted but was denied of, you are here to destroy the lives living in Kims mansion, aren't you?”

He saw the change in Namjoon, the flick in his posture, a sudden change where in the color? Emotion? Eyes? Lips? Eyebrows? Body? He couldn't name it but he did see something his words doing to this man.

“Your tongue is sharp as knife. I would love to rip it out and keep in case for myself. Did Taehyung say this to you? Does that kind little philanthropist mangy have such words for me?”

“Anybody can read you like how I did. He didn't say a single word to me, all I spoke right now were just an assumptions, it burned you, didnt it? My gut feelings are always right.” Seokjin figured it out for he used to hear little incidents about Kim Namjoon's mother from Jimin.

“Let's see who'll end up in ashes, Kim Seokjin. The world proved to be on my side by marrying you to Kim Taehyung. I had pretty little tricks for him up in my sleeves, but now I know where to hit him gravely.” Seokjin's body turned heavy, his eyes froze.

“You know like hitting two birds with one stone. I despised the Kims for long time and to have him under my control is to start getting him weak where his braveness lied—in his love. Everything is making sense in my mind now Seokjin.

Seokjin Seokjin, you were never a part of my plan, I just wanted you to be given to Yoongi, one beg for forgiveness and he would've let you go if I know my brother well, honestly sometimes he does things unexpected, but I could've saved you.

But you didn't let the words stay in your mouth. You invited the trouble Seokjin. I had my anger for you regarding the insult you caused to Yoongi in the public! over minor issue. I had anger but it was this hateful as you made it by yourself. If in near future, you see yourself begging for death, blame yourself over anyone else for you called the death wish upon you.

I won't kill Taehyung but an equivalent I will turn him against you and you will watch him transform into mayhem in your so called true love. I will leave him with only two choices to either kill himself or you. You both will watch your love turning into a suicide rope around your neck, tightening by the fate that I will write.

And for you Seokjin, I won't kill you. I will turn you into a living dead. You will be free by death but only after hearing the end of Taehyung, till then you will exist, exist under me.

You said Namjoon is easy to read. I have laid my all moves in front of you, carefully read me and make move accordingly cause I am gonna hit you where you will least expect.

But Seokjin, there is a way even through the deadly woods, there is a way. If you keep your mouth shut, let the trouble be upon you, endure it, sacrifice yourself in order to save you and your family. I can spare your loved ones. You have a choice.” Namjoon smiled because he knew there is no way in this. It is indeed like killing two birds with one stone. He would indirectly annihilate Taehyung by hurting Seokjin or worst turning him into traitor. Namjoon smiled ear to ear as plan was made and laid with no ways to escape. 

Seokjin gulped down a plead in him as he didn't want play this game, he didn't want to display that he is truly disturbed, unsettled by this but every ounce of his emotions were fully disclosed and made Namjoon turn more dominant, he loved when people withered under his strong presence, he loved this influence he had on people.

“Master Namjoon, please forgive Seokjin sir and save the trouble that you are planning.” a sudden voice rang in an empty road and it turned out to be the charioteer who quietly listened everything, waiting for his chance to be at any help. He looked at Seokjin who turned small, his hands covering his mouth.

Namjoon scoffed as he realized a witness to be here. “Turn into a blind eye and get over the horse. We are heading–”

“I cannot stay quiet. I owe a lot to Master Taehyung.” Namjoon smiled as saw a five feet fragile man acting bold against his powerful majestic self.

Namjoon looked across the road and saw no trace of humans, just whiteness from snowy absorbing every noise, the woods empty. He snaked his hand inside the coat, Seokjin's eyes followed the movement and saw a pistol hiding inside. Seokjin gasped loudly as he had never seen one in his whole life and every drop of blood went cold and thick.

Namjoon heard the gasp and his raised his brow. “Ever want to see how it works.” with that he shoved Seokjin inside who had now obediently let himself get pushed as he had no courage left.

Namjoon shut the door behind not getting inside. For few minutes Seokjin gained a chance to let the stuffed emotions flow out, he exhaled loudly and cried in his palms, seeing a red ring around his wrist for Namjoon who mercilessly held them in his back. His eyes started stinging for tears he kept, his lips quivered for what he felt just now. It was the most inhumane  thing he ever felt.

“I am gonna tell Taehyung what his brother did to me and he will–” his words felt quiet as he heard a gunshot  following the loud sounds of birds and in a moment the things went awfully still as it was before. His breath hitched as he mouthed in horror “The driver!” 

Namjoon came back and peeped through glass to see Seokjin statute on his place like death had touched him. His diligence to fight back was numbed, Namjoon smirked as he had successfully poisoned him without any potion used.

“Namjoon did you drive the chariot by yourself? Where is the driver?”
Taehyung asked as he saw his cousin arriving through gates.

“Charioteer had some emergency so he couldn't be present today.”

“Is Seokjin inside?” Without waiting for any answer, he directly reached to the handle and opened the door to see Seokjin who was white as if he saw a phantom.

“Honey?” He grabbed Seokjin's hand and gently pulled him out, drawing him closer to his chest, placing his finger under the chin and raising his face to see eyes shining and lost.

“I advised him to rest rather than traveling in such a frigid atmosphere. I saw him feeling little under the weather prior getting on the vehicle. But he begged to meet you and participate for what you were so frantic to build.”

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“How could I compete with him Jungkook, when he had ability to kill people without letting the second thought speak. To get away without facing the aftermath. As soon I reached to Taehyung, I thought I would run to him, yell out what Namjoon did to me but I stayed silent, numb, for I saw Namjoon murdering the charioteer in fraction of second. Taehyung stays close with Namjoon, they would hug each other whenever they'd meet, Namjoon was one move away from getting his hand on pistol. All I could see was how Namjoon had more power in all possible than my husband who thinks through heart.

How could I compete with the man who threatened to kill the people who brings me the will to live this life. How?

So I would let him get inside my room, whenever Taehyung didn't turn home, he would sneak in, bringing extraordinary gifts to me and getting something in return—a piece of my body and soul.”

‘I heard you burned the portrait I painted for you. It was such a lovely gift. It took me fucking five hours of my time to paint you! I had to remember every detail of your skin to get it impeccably on paper and you threw it away? What a waste of my time Seokjin, I made it bigger than the last one I gifted you.’ He took a step forward and blocked Seokjin against the wall, Seokjin could feel his hairs ripping apart from his scalp as the fingers of the older man seized it. The dimly lit room through the candles couldn't hide the melancholic, agonizing and the wildest, unclean thoughts running in the two bodies.

‘You don't learn, do you? No issues my dear, next time I am gonna paint you the biggest portrait ever then going to lay you on it naked and feel me inside you.” 

“No!” Seokjin bit his lip so hard as a nasty memory flashed. All the cruel scenes living again in his head crushed beneath unhealed traumas. He went in details of how Namjoon ruined his body, my conscience, purity as if Jungkook and Ken would wipe it clean, he thought they had to know the extent of pain he felt, even if they were detailed in profane, unholy. They had to know what was it like to be Seokjin, to sacrifice himself in security of his husband and get the stigma in return. He wanted them to know how he saw the devil up so close.

Jungkook's eyes twinkled in tears as heard how things were taken so far for a soul to completely break. His fingers curled into a tight fist, his veins popping out, he held it so hard that his arms started shaking. He could not see into Seokjin's eyes as he felt apologetic, shameful on something so unfair happened to such an innocent soul.

“If I couldn't sleep with him, he would tell me the bedtime stories, the stories of what happened to his past lovers. Call me weak to not have any nerves to fight back but I was brought up in simple atmosphere, I had never seen a man with weapons and power. I had never heard someone going through such in my life.

I had no knowledge on how to deal with such things. I was made to give up and obey him for sake of my loved ones. And I knew I had to shut my mouth for rest of my life after I let him touch me. How could I speak of it to pure Taehyung, to my simple family when I let him get me dirty! I didn't mean to cheat Jungkook.” he shook his head vigorously, his eyes pleadingly heavy, trying best to get this dirty label off from himself.

“Hush it's okay Seokjin. Who said you are unclean here? There is blackness in that bastard's character, it is him who got impure with every finger he laid on you. You had no intentions to bring this upon you, you were succumbed to commit illicit act. You will always remain pure.” Seokjin lowered his head and subtly nodded.

“When Soobin ran away and took a refuge in an unknown old man's house, his conscience returned as he gained the sense by being away from Namjoon who had some sorcery in his hands, he let his heart speak of what damage he was doing to him and us.

He realized on how he let himself get blamed for something Namjoon did to my body and life while I was going crazy inside the house locked inside room which gave Namjoon easy access to my room through window and destroying all of my chances to run out of the room.

Soobin came back to surrender to my husband who had his sanity on test and mayhem rising. My husband is known for his pure heart but when his trust and loyalty is played, he cannot be tested. Soobin tried to reach to me through balcony. He told me he will join me to speak of how wrong we were played by Namjoon. He would show his righteouness.  Listening him gave me hope, courage to fight back for my dignity, for my love, family, to get Namjoon's face revealed and turn my husband against him and have him taste blood.

However things turned opposite to what we planned when I was informed by Jimin that Taehyung learned somehow of Soobin being in our house and it took the last piece of human from him. He rode home like a soul reaper, like a death ready to suck the life out of me. I and Jimin we both knew Tae wasn't in right mind, he would rather murder Soobin than listen our side and I feared the only witness of my purity being gravely hurt.

So we chose to run away, I did what I thought was right at that time. I ran away to be at my parent's house till Taehyung gets himself together and prepares to listen. I never knew it would be showed as we eloped by Namjoon which made Taehyung more blood thirsty.

When I ran towards my town, the storm angered and I lost my track, colliding in the woods as things took toll on me and the next thing I remembered was being confide in an unknown room and the nightmare turned more terrifying for I was in Namjoon's mansion and it had his brother Yoongi who was patiently sharpening his knife for me, he was bigger in madness than his brother.

However the luck still alive for me, I managed to hurt Yoongi with a fork when Namjoon wasn't around and successfully ran away from the hell house after trying it for gazillion times.

Then I stumbled across you on that dark road.”

Seokjin exhaled loudly as he blabbered everything in one breath. His legs shaking, his face flushed, falling on his knees as Ken and Jungkook begged him enough to not speak anymore and rest. 

Seokjin wanted to wash away all the stigma he had on him, he stared at Jungkook who's back straighted as his mind always spoke that Seokjin is someone who would never cheat and it turned out to be right. Jungkook knew his part, his role ahead now.