"The only thing worse than being blind is having sight, but no vision."

-Helen Keller

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The sigh that escaped (Y/N)'s dry lips was slow and relaxed as she breathed in the fresh air the forest generously provided for her.

Her feet remained fixated on the mossy floor. To her, the feeling felt cool and refreshing, similar of the cold atmosphere hugging her form. Beneath the soles of her bare foot, she feels the wet mud swallowing her foot whole with every step she took. Weeds, small remnants of wood from the trees, and pebbles attached themselves on her skin.

The forest hums with life around her.

(Y/N) searches for her hidden pocket that was created by her mother in search for bird food.

Her body is adorned with multiple layers of fabric that many in the kingdom can't afford; her hanbok consisted of white light-weighed material, allowing her to walk freely through the forest grounds, and as she lifts her clothing, layers of light blue and pink fabrics brushes her skin as a puff of wind swept through her body before it slipped into the woods to rustle the dried leaves on the ground.

She stayed quiet for a while, standing still as she waited for the birds to come. (Y/N) felt a small pressure on her palms and a sharp beak quickly digging on the food. The female smiled to herself from the sounds of happy chirps from the birds.

"Do you like it?" She asked the bird as if it could speak back to her. "Mother said birds love seeds, and also worms. But I don't know what they are... would you like to introduce me what worms are?"

She laughs to herself, "my mother say they're disgusting, but I don't believe that."

The bird tweeted at her. (Y/N) smiled at the sound of its wings flapping and as the creature grew father away, the sound stop. A couple of seconds later, the flapping noises came back and (Y/N) held out her arm in hopes the bird would perch itself on her limb.

(Y/N) gasped.

The tiny nerve endings on her skin activated as a soft elongated body wiggled on her palm gently, slowly waving its body from the female's warmth. She used her free hand and pointed her index finger to feel this new creature, stroking its smooth surface in curiosity. She brought her palm that contained the worm close to her nose, and as she smelled its earthy scent, (Y/N) retracted her hand and reached it for the bird to take it back.

"So that's a worm..." she smiled. "I don't find it disgusting at all."

The bird tweets again after it swallowed the worm whole. Then, along with its other friends, the feathered animals sang a sweet melodious chorus of seemingly never repeated notes, cascading through the branches, tumbling into the crisp of midday air, flowing into the surrounding of green nature like a great river of music as (Y/N) continued to walk on the same path her father made for her.

She trudged on, hearing the satisfying crunch of dried leaves, taking in the fragrance of minty grass and floral odor of flowers.

(Y/N) flinches at the slight touch on her shoulder, but relaxed as a silent yet sharp tweets rang her ears, indicating that two or maybe three birds had perched on her shoulder. She didn't mind these little creatures on her. Unlike the other villagers who showed aggression towards the birds, (Y/N) was calm. Over the years, though they were merely just animals, they grew fond of the sweet girl.

As (Y/N) neared her original destination, the soothing sound of a body of water entered her ears. When the path ended, (Y/N) sat down at a warm, rough textured, object that's been bathing on the warmth of the sun, letting her feet be cleansed by the water of the river.

"I don't have much seeds left..." (Y/N) held the leftover seeds from her pocket. "But here... I'll bring more tomor—"

A chill ran down her spine before she could finish her sentence. The birds on her shoulders flew away quickly.

Her head swerved from left to right, following the sound of crunching leaves, twigs, and shifting of pebbles.

Then silence.

Now, all she hears is her own breathing. She feels the invisible rope around her neck grow tighter from this tension.

"Wh-who are you?" She croaked out, hands trembling in terror. "P-please.. please leave me alone."

She heard a step in front of her.

The man's thin lips curved into a sly smirk and equally thin eyes crinkled at the edges.

"What are you doing here by yourself when the sun is almost about to set?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows to further implicate his curiosity.

(Y/N)'s tensed shoulder fell upon hearing the husky rhythm of his voice. His hushed tone rumbles like there was a deep storm inside of him, as if there was a magma chamber of a volcano, deep, but filled entirely with molten rock. Though his question was simple and direct, his underlying tone was powerful enough to make her bones feel like they were vibrating.

"It isn't safe," he stated.

"It's alright..." (Y/N) spoke with gentleness. "The dark won't be much of a difference for me anyways..."

The man wore a puzzled expression from her response.

He observes her closer. The female had a (s/c) complexion, and her (h/c) hair had amber highlights that gleamed when it captured the last orange rays of the sinking sun. She had florid cheeks and flawlessly sculpted lips, as if it was crafted by the gods themselves.

"It isn't the dark that you should be afraid off, it's what lies within them."

(Y/N) smiles, shaking her head slightly. "The villagers won't harm me, I'm sure of it."

"And how do you know I won't harm you? I'm a stranger. What if I'm one of the Blood King's guards?"

His lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that he is enjoying this small conversation with this mysterious girl. (Y/N) moves closer to him so that she could feel his presence more. Something about him feels nostalgic.

"Are you..." she asked. "...one of the guards?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

"Do you want to know what I think?" She purses her lips. "I think that you're not one of the guards... you— you didn't hurt me like they hurt others. Once a prey has been spotted, they're known to do unspeakable things because as long as they carry the name of the Blood King, no one would dare cross their paths."

(Y/N) gave him a gentle smile as she held out her hand for him to take. "Let's not be strangers. My name is (Y/N), what's yours?"

"You let your guard down too much, (Y/N)."

"I suppose so, I've got nothing to loose."

He scoffed. "It's better if you don't know my name, I'm just a passing stranger who's trying to see what the real world is like."

(Y/N)'s smile faltered for a few seconds but put on her usual happy ones. "That makes the two of us."

His eyebrows raised as a certain characteristic of her's caught his attention.

He took a step forward, but this time, he quieted his footfalls. The man lifted his dagger in front of her face, expecting a flinch or any type of reaction, but none ever came.

Her eyes reminded him of ashes and smoke blowing in the wind coming from a fire that burned everything to the ground. Her fogged eyes were still intense, coming from the fire that burned deep within his soul.

A quiet gasp escaped his lips.

'She's blind.'

"Call me Yoongi."

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A/N

This fanfic is not within the "Reincarnation" series :)

Welcome to the first Author's Note! Thank you for clicking on this book and hope y'all like it~ just some warnings to start this off so you guys won't come and attack me XD

Warnings!
•Sexual Scenes
•Gore (there will be lots just saying. Don't say "omg right in front of my salad!"— I'll just be saying "I told u so")
•Scenes that will make you want to rip out some of the character's throat

—France💛💛