"So could you explain to me how you've come to know this Min Yoongi?" Jimin asked.

On another note, the Liquis had washed their clothes that morning and put them out to dry in the sun, leaving them with the few items not often worn; Jungkook's red tunics. As they stayed inside, both of them wore red, an unusual sight for the Pyre who was only used to seeing cold colors on his pharmacist.

"First, may I just say that you look magnificent," Jungkook said, in awe of his appearance. No Pyre had such light hair and fair skin, he found their contrast with the crimson fabric mesmerizing.

"Thank you" Jimin smiled, "Now?" he added.

"He was one of the Chuseok visitors in the palace, wishing to share a few of his accomplishments with regards to the harvest and trade in Ujin," Jungkook replied. 

"And why did he catch your attention?" as far as Jimin was concerned, this man was but another farmer proud of his yield.

"Because of something he said," he mentioned, "Do you remember the first night we met? You told me a story about a boy who controlled the weather," he reminded.

"The tale?"

"It might not be only a tale. I distinctively remember him making pleasantries about having the weather in the palm of his hand, and his tone gave the impression that he wasn't really lying to whomever was open enough to believe it," he pondered. "Moreover, the results he shared were too impressive to turn a blind eye on such a detail" he added.

"You think this man is an elemental mage?" Jimin whispered.

"I do" he confirmed, "And I want him to teach me," he nodded. 

"Very well, have you an idea of where to find him?" he asked.

"None" Jungkook sighed, "Ujin isn't so little, and he could be leading activities anywhere since he is an executive member of the Eastern agriculture committee, which means we need to investigate," he replied.

"You have experience with that," Jimin pointed out.

"I do," Jungkook nodded, but looking down at himself, his abdomen still neatly wrapped in fresh bandages and his limbs limply resting on the mattress, he knew he had little help to provide. Bedridden, there was only so much information he could acquire.

"I know that expression," the Liquis scoffed softly, "You can hear the voice of everything in the world, but is it possible that I've become able to hear the mind?" he chuckled as he kneeled by the bed, brushing his hair. Its silver color brightened by the minute, reflecting the warm glow of Jungkook's flames in the fireplace as it dried.

"And what is it I am thinking?" Jungkook asked curiously.

"You find it frustrating that you can't venture out to find him yourself. You feel helpless, yearning to regain your productivity," he responded while looking deeply into his eyes, reading them like an open book.

"Perhaps you can hear the mind, mine at least." the Pyre confirmed.

"Only yours I reckon," Jimin smiled. "I've come to know you so well," he said to him.

"I must admit, many of my thoughts revolve around you, and although it's a pleasure to speak them to you, there are sentiments too tender to share," he confessed, his eye contact faltering momentarily.

"Why may you lay your ear over my chest and listen to the way my heart beats after the things you say or do, when I cannot do the same." Jimin asked, judging the indirect request unfair.

"So intrusive, aren't I..."

"It makes me both glad and irritated that you can perceive my emotions without me voicing them out. I'd love to have such power over you too." he slightly pursed his lips in dismay.

"It's amusing how the smaller things sometimes matter more than the bigger ones," he smiled. "The power you already have over me is tremendous, yet you're more interested in knowing how flustered or emotional you make me feel."

"Flustered," Jimin spoke, the slight breathiness in his voice indicating that the choice of words took him aback. Gradually drawing nearer, he confirmed, "I'd like to know that."

"If you are only curious my love, please don't ignite a fire you aren't willing to put out," Jungkook muttered, his eyes locked on the Liquis' lips so close, following them when they pulled away.

"Your skin is heating under my palm, your heart is pounding against your ribcage," he described. "I think my curiosity has been satisfied," Jimin said, and the Pyre's expression slightly tipped towards disappointment.

"Glad it was," Jungkook muttered with a dry chuckle.

"But the fire has already ignited," Jimin pointed out. "You don't want me to stop," he stated while his hand softly felt up to the side of his neck and rested there. Jungkook looked at him with burning desires nestled into his irises, there was no denying it.

"I truly hope you don't know all that's in my head right now, for your own sake," he gulped.

"But am I really reading your thoughts? Or do I just have the same ones..." Jimin suggested, the complicity between them reaching levels.

"I doubt your mind is capable sweetheart," Jungkook scoffed at the naïveté, his hand coming to caress the Liquis' cheek. "I was right, you are a lot more audacious in Pyre colors," he claimed.

"Is that a reflection you've had often?" Jimin asked.

"I did say you occupy a large space up here," Jungkook reminded, alluding to his mind.

"Tell me. Do you like me brazen?" he asked and gave him a long kiss on the lips, "Or tame." he added then pecked his cheek.

"Both. I am what I am, and we are physical people. But as much as I want you to be as well, I love that I can pull it out of you myself," he responded.

"I'd say the clothing did all the work," Jimin found it in him to make a witty remark in such an intimate setting.

"Maybe this time," Jungkook smiled, "You wouldn't even touch me all those weeks ago. You barely stepped into my room or laid on the furthest side of the bed," he reminded, his hand not ceasing its gentle movements, now brushing away the pieces of hair framing his lover's face as he pulled him closer. "And I will remain patient for as much time as you require," he promised, his lips brushing against the other's.

"That will be long," Jimin whispered, his eyelids heavy, falling closed and enhancing the rest of his senses.

"So be it," Jungkook hummed.

"It may never happen," Jimin suggested.

"Then it won't," he spoke.

"Does that suit you?"

"Sure," Jungkook nodded against his nose.

"You don't mean it," Jimin scoffed as he opened his eyes and untangled their breaths.

"I do. I would break the mold for you." Jungkook insisted.

"For me... And what do you want?" Jimin raised a brow, lifting his legs from the floor only to settle them elsewhere. The softness of the mattress offered comfort to his knees as they sank on each side of Jungkook's waist, keeping careful not to apply any pressure where he shouldn't.

"I'd need you to cover your ears beforehand," Jungkook breathed, surprised by the other's actions yet trying to maintain composure. His hands quickly found the Liquis's waist and thigh, caressing them soothingly as he enjoyed the added weight on his lap.

"I am sitting atop you as we speak," the Liquis responded, rejecting the exaggerated innocence Jungkook seemed to view in him.

"Clothed," the other countered.

"Greedy. I remember a time a kiss on the cheek made you elated," Jimin hummed.

"Oh I'm over the clouds, but even such a bold move for you doesn't compare to my tamest fantasies," he honestly replied, seeing color bloom in Jimin's face as he looked down at him, his Adam's apple bobbing when he gulped, likely in embarrassment.

"If you wouldn't share them with me, would you instead fulfill the intention behind my bold move?" he spoke, dismissing his guesses and trusting that his mind was truly not capable of fathoming Jungkook's imagination.

"With utmost pleasure," he curtly nodded, flashing an ephemeral smile while one of his hands dragged over the loose red tunic, hugging it against Jimin's thinner body as it traveled to his neck. His thumb traced over his sharp collarbone then the tips of his fingers grazed along the side of his neck up to his ear, hooking under his jaw and leading his face down to his own.

"Do my hands feel wrong?" Jungkook asked before their lips touched, alluding to the several calluses and rough spots on his palms. He roamed his gaze over Jimin's expression for subconscious answers, and rather became distracted by the way his lashes feathered perfectly against his skin when he closed his eyes.

"They sculpt my desire, they feel just right," the Liquis spoke before closing the remaining distance between them. Reserved as he always was, recreating the sweet kisses they'd shared before perfectly, and remaining as loving and gentle as the other was with him.

Although his mind would usually be awash with contemplations about his actions—whether he pleased the Pyre as much as the Pyre pleased him, or other intrusive thoughts polluting the present moment—that wasn't the case. For once, Jimin pondered nothing; he was entirely immersed in the sensations his body rang with.

While his elbows supported his upper body at enough distance to avoid crushing the wound, the other's hands never ceased to explore, stimulating his nerve endings each at a time. Then, Jimin felt one go back to his neck, the rough fingers which were around his nape slowly curled to the side, following the movement of his wrist.

Was it the heat they shared that made him so lightheaded? No, Jimin felt it. Weightless whispers tiptoed through the corridors of his consciousness. It was the slight pressure on his throat, the short moment where Jungkook's fingers felt slightly more present than they usually did, before he pulled them away as though it never was the intention.

"I crave to hold you fiercely, but I'm torn," Jungkook admitted, "Knowing I should handle you with care," he added.

"And I crave the fervor in your touch," he responded, yearning for that fleeting sensation once more. "Let me feel your fire," he whispered.

"I'd hate to burn you," Jungkook warned, implying that his desires may as well overwhelm him.

"You won't," Jimin said.

"Then speak to me, if my touch strays into discomfort." Jungkook said, agreeing to be less careful under that condition.

He was acknowledged by a quick nod, when a sense of excitement coursed through the pharmacist at the idea of being loved by the Pyre the way he truly wanted. His lips were smothered again, but it felt new.

A kiss with tenderness akin to the landing of a snowflake on a rose petal was now painted with strokes of passion and dedication, a departure from the familiar cadence of gentle motions that used to define their intimacy. The shift was so palpable that it stirred a hoard of butterflies in Jimin's chest.

The warm palm on his thigh pressed into his muscle, he wondered if it might imprint itself on his skin. The other one kneaded his back as it traveled across it, wrapping him in the Pyre's strong arm as if seeking to bring their bodies even closer-- there it is, the lightheaded feeling.

He didn't realize his thigh was released until Jungkook's thumb against his bottom lip broke their kiss, smearing the moisture and dragging the soft flesh underneath it.

"Open," Jungkook whispered. Though it was phrased like a command, it sounded like a suggestion, but it was neither. His thumb was already parting his lips and he was simply prompting his consent, testing his compliance.

A mischievous gleam danced in his eyes as he observed the willing response from the Liquis, his mind racing ahead and envisioning other circumstances where he could find himself making that same request.

The wet sensation from the tip of Jungkook's tongue licking up the middle of his parted lips caught Jimin off guard, the concept of tasting him tingled his brain, so he reciprocated. He realized he cared little about the nature of the words, the intoxicating thrill compelled him to do anything.

Exploring his usually hemmed fabric of pleasure, their tongues meeting and binding them profoundly, the Pyre had discovered a loose thread and was tugging on it, unraveling the knit little by little.

Jungkook's fingertips delicately followed the arch of Jimin's spine until the end. There, they settled with a gentle spread, mindful not to touch where they shouldn't. Yet, the earlier 6crequest echoed in the air, granting permission for unapologetic touches until a boundary is drawn. His hand caressed the contour of Jimin's hip, exploring the intimate curves reserved for a cherished other, and anticipated the pause that never arrived.

The pharmacist moved away for the split of a second, the subtle movement was all it took for the pin in his hair to surrender, allowing his long silver strands to cascade down. It happened effortlessly, mirroring Jungkook's instinct to gently sweep them away to reveal the side of his neck again, and the area that had been discreetly veiled was now an irresistible allure.

With a light tug, Jungkook adjusted the collar of his tunic, letting it slide off his shoulder and exposing the exquisite arc for his lips to explore.

"How tempted I am to leave a trace on your neck," Jungkook confessed between his feathery kisses.

"Ruin it," Jimin granted.

"I couldn't," he declined. "I adore your pristine alabaster skin," he praised.

"I would bear it, mark me yours," he insisted.

"You are already mine," the Prince affirmed, searching for his eyes to solidify his words.

"I... love you," Jimin whispered, using the little air filling and emptying his blissfully constricted lungs.

"I love you more," Jungkook whispered back.

Amid the quietude, their eyes waltzed in the shrine they built one touch at a time, one kiss at a time, and it made Jimin wonder how their symphony would resonate in a temple instead. His gaze lingered on the Pyre's lips, craving another kiss that remained just out of reach.

Responding to his unspoken desires, the Prince gracefully raised his chin, seeking to bridge the gap. However, the harmonious melodies were momentarily disrupted by the clumsy contraction of his abdominal muscles, triggering an unintended grunt.

"You're wounded," Jimin reminded, reluctantly pushing himself up before setting his hands against the Pyre's broad shoulders.

"Nonsense, I'm basically healed," Jungkook dismissed while his hands worked to bring back the proximity they had.

"You relied on a dose of Adrenaline only a few nights ago, I wouldn't want to resort to such things again," the shorter disagreed and pulled away once more.

"You won't have to, I'm pumping with it this instant," he insisted.

"Rest. This will be motivation for your body to recover faster," Jimin chuckled.

He rose from his position astride the other's middle, securing his tunic properly and enveloping himself in his cloak for warmth, before venturing outside to retrieve the dry laundry. Thinking the crisp air might also aid in cooling his heated thoughts.

---

"That's right young fella', growing crops has never been this good a business. This past year was Ujin's best yet" a merchant confirmed his statement.

"Why is that?" Jimin pried, trying to get to answer he wanted.

"Why d'ya think, mother nature blessed our state that's all. It's only fair after what the floods did to us. Ya' Liquis did nothing about it and left us strugglin' with all the water until everything died. We were left with nothing." the man said, remembering the natural disaster with a scowl on his face.

"Liquis can only do so much when mother nature herself planned for those floods" Jimin responded, an apologetic look on his face regardless.

"Yea' it's long gone now, Ujin is the first state in agriculture and trade this year" he shrugged, his face relaxing by the minute.

"Who was leading the committee? Do you have an idea?" He asked again.

"Oh he's a great man, I don't recall the name but he's a Val born and raised in Ujin. He knows what we've been through and did a good job with the economy of the East" he nodded approvingly, bumping his fist on his chest to show his pride.

"I've read a few names on the papers but I don't know which one's which. I reckon Min is a popular last name in Vals. Min Yuji...?" he baited.

"Bless ya'! Min Yoon-gi" he recognized, "Ya' said ya' wanted to expand your trade in agriculture? Ain't no better place than here, it's blooming. But ya'll have to get it approved by the committee, all the paperwork..." he scrunched his face at the task.

"I see. Thank you so much. Do I go to the place this Min Yoon-gi operates? Should I see him personally?" Jimin asked.

"No that would be Daegu's agriculture room, That place is for more serious business. Ya' can go south to Manju's town hall and they'll take care of it. Heard young Min is out West in the great mountains overseeing the livestock production anyway" the merchant indicated.

"Very well, I'll try the plums and let you know what I think!" Jimin smiled as he greeted him goodbye, waving the flimsy thread bag of fruit he bought from him.

It has been a few days since the first mention of the committee leader, and the Liquis had been out seeking answers on where to find him ever since. The market was surely the best place to be since it was after all someone very involved in commerce, and today was the first time he found solid leads. 

"Jungil?" Jimin called after entering the room and not finding the prince inside. He settled the goods down and filled a bucket of water to give Yong on his way out.

"Here!" he heard from the back of the house. He raised his brows questioningly and peaked from the small window to find Jungkook grinding a batch of dried plants. "I thought I'd make myself useful and take care of this for you" he said before wiping the sweat on his forehead. 

"You're sweating" Jimin pointed out.

"It's so humid here, isn't it?" he chuckled and resumed his work. 

"Thank you" Jimin shrugged it off and decided to make them lunch. Jungkook's wound had almost closed, meaning he could walk without his assistance-- only that of some wooden crutches he bought him recently. He could eat normal food and move however he liked as long as he wasn't doing any heavy lifting or core-demanding activities, which was a great leap from his previous state. 

"I found something out today" he announced when they sat down for their meal. 

"What is it?" Jungkook inquired.

"Min Yoongi is currently in the great mountains doing work in livestock production" he responded and heard the blunt sound of the other's wooden spoon touching the bowl.

"That's great news, all we've known so far is where he worked on the longterm" he approved, "But the great mountains are called so for a reason, do you have an idea in which of the production farms he'd be?" the Pyre asked and he shook his head.

"The merchant wasn't even sure about that information so I wouldn't trust him with more details" he replied. "But that's where you come in, isn't that right?" he raised his brows.

"I've had enough slack time indeed. I think it's time for me to do some digging myself" he agreed. He reached to grab his glass of water on the table, and right before he could have a sip, the liquid began bubbling. It was boiling. He settled it back down before the glass snapped in his hold and looked over to the Liquis, finding him oblivious.

I didn't even feel myself heating up the glass. He wondered. And so, his suspicions became more grounded. 

He felt off-tune with his element ever since he woke up from the bandits' attack, he blamed it on the wound and his recovering body, allowing it time to settle into place and rather doing fire stability training to help. However, it had been quite some time now, and even after his previous severe battle wounds, his fire never felt the way it did these days. 

I don't want to give Jimin more to worry about, I'll figure this out on my own. He thought to himself.

The progress in their search significantly accelerated when Jungkook assumed control of the investigation. Utilizing his keen sense of hearing and skillful inquiries, he gathered sufficient information to pinpoint the specific area where Min Yoongi was presently residing or at least overseeing his operations.

Not only that, he managed to keep another tab on the soldiers' whereabouts and progress. They had now reached the middle of the Ujin coast, still believing that is where they hid. 

"Jungil, could you steady the pot while I stir it? It's been turning as well and I must say it is depleting my patience" Jimin requested. 

"You've been restless these days, are you nervous about moving again?" Jungkook asked, more than acquainted with that particular look on the Liquis.

"I'm more nervous about Min Yoongi. Who knows what he'll think when he sees you" the other admitted.

"I'm curious as well, but I have a feeling he'll be on our side" he shrugged.

"What makes you say that" Jimin scoffed, "His kind hates yours, rightfully so, you are as much arrogant and loud as they are humble and quiet." 

"Honestly, I couldn't tell you why. Black Star enlightenment maybe" he chuckled. "Not to worry my love, I've fought larger crowds, he'll be with a small group of people, and it's a long way from Daegu. We'll be in the wind before he can tell anyone about it."

"Being in the wind is what I fear. The wind is theirs, I hope our usual ways will be enough to keep them off" he pursed his lips, the thought clearly having lived in his mind for a while. "We must start packing soon anyway, we've gathered enough goods and coins to start anew. We don't want to wait until he moves from that location" Jimin said, a huff blowing from his lungs when the pot moved slightly, before his eyes glared at the black-haired man. 

"Oh sorry, I thought you were done," Jungkook sheepishly smiled at the other's irritation. "What will you do with all this poison anyway?" he asked, only mouthing the one word.

"Give it to you of course."

"You'll never let that jest go, will you..." Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"It's too easy to pass on," he smiled, "Some of it I'll dry and grind into dust, some of it I'll keep in liquid form. It's not yet that though," he informed. "Did you think we'd be here breathing all this steam in if it was? Each of these solutions still need one or two ingredients, currently they are all just activators for those specific ingredients" he explained. 

"Right, I'll leave you to it. I still have some coal to sell before the day ends" he announced and took his leave to make his day's worth. 

---

"This is the first time in a while that I had doubts over what would become of me going somewhere" Jungkook mentioned, looking back shortly then ahead to where his horse ran.

"It's been almost a year since you've returned from your last battle" Jimin agreed.

"Actually, the last time was after my birth month ceremony" he reminded, the events lashing in his memory at the mention. "I never had the chance to say this, but your participation truly touched me" he smiled. 

"It was a special night for you, and I wanted to be part it." Jimin humbly responded, accepting his feelings with an open heart. "Although, it was hardly the case. After you exhibited yourself in front of the whole city your fate was locked" Jimin countered. "You weren't escorted back to the palace by an entire unit to be served biscuits at the garden" he joked. 

"You speak of it as if I tore my Hanfu by choice, or is that you being upset that so many ladies and gentlemen saw my bare figure" he smirked.

"My Prince, you could make a man's need to breathe about yourself if you tried" Jimin shook his head, unafraid to use sensitive names since their words got lost behind in the wind as soon as they said them.

"How would you like a few minutes of rest?"

"That sounds sweet" he agreed.

In the heart of the dense forest, an eerie stillness hung in the air as the horse's gallops came to a stop. Just dismounted from the steed, the taller halted his movements and focused his hearing on his surroundings. He turned to his pharmacist with a telling look in his eyes. Something was amiss.

Gusts of wind manipulated by hidden strangers whipped through the trees, causing leaves to dance in chaotic patterns. The Pyre's hand stayed still on the handle of his sheathed blade, while the Liquis by his side, was poised with liquid tendrils ready to strike.

Air currents clashed with flickering flames, creating a display of light and shadow. The bandits darted between trees to create confusion, and even then, it wasn't difficult for the two to anticipate their attacks.

It was apparent that the strangers had the weaker hand, the battle was to end soon with the Pyre and Liquis victorious. Which is why it was surprising to see Jungkook attack the bandits with fire hot enough to burn a path across the forest. 

Sensing the hazard, Jimin summoned a torrent of water to douse the flames, the clash of elements erupting a dense cloud of steam, obstructing their vision and leaving behind the sounds of crackling fire, rushing water, and the howling wind. 

This ambush was different than the last, these bandits were beginners, clumsy at best, they couldn't fight and surely weren't aware that a band's strength lied in coordinated attack strategies. They weren't even skilled enough to make use of the temporary visual disadvantage.

Yet how come Gemas were growing at Jimin's feet again.

"No- why?!" he asked out loud as the buds flourished one after the other. 

A pained scream came from none other than the Prince when his knee hit the ground, not making him wait too long for his answers. And if the bandits thought it was their opening to finish what they started, Jimin rushed to shoot his daggers to each of their directions and stopped them only inches away. 

"Don't take a bloody step or I will kill you, I will kill you God help me," he threatened in panic, torn between giving his attention to his agonizing companion and the strangers who would use any opportunity to harm them.

"Look at me," Jimin said, his ice blue eyes scanning for any wounds or injuries he must have, but there wasn't even a scratch on his body. The buds continued flourishing regardless.

"What's wrong? Tell me!" he asked again, shaking Jungkook's head just enough to keep his eyes open.

"Burning-" he choked out, coughing a burst of fire before repeating himself, "I'm burning" he grunted, clawing at his leather vest.

"What?" Jimin asked irritated. A Pyre burning, and from the inside at that? What goes on with Jungkook lately? Between this and the bandits, he had no room to think about the situation rationally, in fact, before he could even begin, one of the weak men decided it was his time to shine and stormed over towards them.

"Will you give it a rest?" Jimin shouted angrily and encased his fist in crystal before throwing a punch in his gut. Though, with his attempt at self-defense came the faltering of his concentration on the other two men who clearly aimed for the half-conscious Prince.

With tremendous luck and misfortune at once, Jungkook's fire erupted from his body at just the right time to push one of them off, blasting him away and having him scurry to put out the fire that caught onto him.

"Jimin get away from me," the Prince warned as he crawled into a crouching position, his arms around his chest and his head on the ground to try and contain his element. 

I can't fend them off alone, especially while protecting him. The sound of a sharp object cutting through the air caught his ear's attention. Being used to the sound of his speedy daggers, he recognized an arrow when he heard one.

His surprise came when the arrow didn't pierce his own body but that of his enemy. Was it a mistake? Did the archer miss? 

The second arrow rid him of the last bandit, and only then did he voice his questions out loud. "Who are you? Show yourself!" he demanded, scouring his surrounding but not seeing much past the dense foliage. While Jungkook's unruly fire burned in his peripheral view, his focus was on the hooded individual approaching him with a bow in hand, raised up to show compliance and amicability. 

"I come in peace," the man declared, and from the grain of his voice, he seemed to be more mature than themselves, perhaps middle-aged or older. His suspicions were confirmed once the man slowly revealed his slightly wrinkled face and white hair.

"Why are you aiding us?" Jimin asked. 

"You might want to help the gentleman first," the stranger suggested, taking him back to the Pyre. 

"Good lord, what's happening to you now..." Jimin muttered under his breath while coating Jungkook in cool water. Steam turning into sweat, the Pyre's temperature significantly reduced and he was finally able to breathe and speak. 

"What was that," Jungkook said, regaining his composure little by little.

"You tell me," Jimin sighed as he relaxed, completely dismissing the additional company.

"You seem to be on a bender your Highness," the older man said, making them raise their guard immediately. 

"What do you want from us," Jimin asked, not activating his element just yet, mainly due to exhaustion.

"I mean no harm, I think I proved that already," the man replied, extending his arm for the Prince to take.

"Are you alone?" Jungkook inquired, standing up with his own means and leaving the hand hanging. "Who else knows of our whereabouts?" he added.

"Try not to kill your ally my Prince," the man chuckled.

"Prince? I am a traveller. Do you wish to make it heard that you've encountered some Prince?" Jungkook pried, reaching for his waist dagger and pulling it out of its sheath.

"Not to worry, I've created a barrier to prevent any sound within to reach the outside. You can speak at ease," the stranger informed. "My name is Lee Gomin, if you don't trust my words, you can try and listen for any accomplices," he suggested. 

This man knows who I am and of my hearing abilities. Jungkook thought to himself. Although I do reckon there is nobody else around us in miles. 

"What are your intentions? You must not be worried for your safety if you choose to wander here on your own. That barrier has you at disadvantage too," he assessed out loud. 

"You are a smart man, I believe you understand what that means," Lee Gomin claimed. 

"Let's suppose you really are an ally, why would you help a fugitive? What is your motive?" Jimin asked in turn. 

"Just like there are people against you Allura, there are others who believe in you. I happen to be part of the latter group." Gomin explained, slowly reaching to the cuff of his sleeve and rolling it up to reveal an ink mark on his forearm. 

"That's-" Jimin gasped softly, turning to the Pyre and back at the man. 

"The Allura's mark indeed, although mine is self-inflicted," he responded.

"Excuse me if I don't take your word for it. That could be fabricated after all," Jimin refuted. 

"I understand why you may be dubious, I do not undermine your knowledge and abilities as a pharmacist sir Park. Which is also why I'm confident that you know the difference between skin dye and underlying ink up close. If you allow me, you could take a glance at it yourself," he suggested.

"And I would let you step closer to him because...?" the Prince scoffed. 

"Take all the security measures you need your highness-" Lee Gomin assured, and didn't wait a second before a knife found its way to his throat. "Very well, have at it sir Park" he added, extending his arm forward. 

"He is saying the truth, that is a real ink mark," Jimin confirmed, stepping back to a comfortable distance before the Prince freed the man from his weapon.

"Why would you put that on your body?" Jungkook asked. 

"As proof of commitment to the cause I believe in. There are many of us in the world, quite a few in this kingdom alone, our purpose is to protect and support the Allura on his or her journey to awakening," he explained. 

"A cult?" Jungkook raised his brow.

"Give it the name you'd like. I've stated my intentions and it would be no less than an honor to practice what've learned and preached to others for almost half of my life," he bowed respectfully then rolled his sleeve back down.

"I suppose I must thank you for defeating the bandits," Jimin chose to take the lead, moving past the interrogation and towards a stage of courtesy.

"Tis the least I could do for our future King, our savior and his guide," the man humbly responded. 

"Flattery will not earn you my trust," Jungkook coldly claimed. 

"I intend to earn your trust through my actions, not my words your highness," he enlightened. 

"Shall we? We are still quite a distance away from our destination," Jungkook quietly said in Jimin's ear.

"If I may, there is a matter of higher priority than reaching your destination," Lee Gomin interrupted. 

"And what may that be." The Prince's lack of patience was evident, his guard remained unyielding, despite the ink mark and the man's knowledge of their situation; if anything, it was heightened.

"You need to consult a physician I'm afraid. I've seen the state your fire was in earlier, and it doesn't seem to be related to you being the Allura," Gomin stated. 

"A doctor? Are you saying it is an illness he suffers from?" Jimin inquired, skeptical. 

"Whatever it may be, it is a lot less extraordinary than the Black Star's dealings," the man confirmed. 

"Do you know my body more than I do?" Jungkook said in a condescending tone.

"I think it would do you some good to listen to other people from time to time," the older man responded. Although he respects the Prince for his status and more-so for what he's become, his attitude was scratching his pride.

"That would be you I suppose?" he added.

"Why don't we listen to what the man has to say first," Jimin suggested, slightly embarrassed from the sheer disregard the Pyre displayed.

"Thank you sir Park," he sighed. "Some of us Vals can hear the flow of elements in the body, and your fire seems to be blocked in more than one pathway. Tis louder in some parts than it is in others, which happens either in case of illness or something wrong otherwise," he explained. "Have you received a traumatic blow on the head? Or a deep wound in the gut?" he asked, and it was evidence that he wasn't speaking nonsense. 

"He had a life threatening injury not long ago," Jimin admitted. 

"I was fine," Jungkook denied, not wanting to give the idea that he was easier to take advantage of in his current state, and earning a simple eye-roll from the Liquis.

"You will need to stabilize your element before anything you might have planned, it is imperative that your fire does not get used to these pathways because it will end up creating its own," he advised.

"And if it does?" Jimin curiously asked while Jungkook kept quiet, knowing the answer.

"He'd need to learn to wield fire as a newly awakened child does," Lee Gomin confirmed.

"I am not in a place to seek a doctor if I wish to," the Prince stated the obvious.

"Your people are skilled, and I mean your people. We have doctors among us, and masters from all four elements, the help you need is in your reach, your highness," Gomin assured. "Let us help you," he insisted. 

"Very well sir Lee. Where do you suggest we turn our horses?" Jimin asked.

"Sir Park, may I have a word with you?" Jungkook asked, his eyes boring into his lover's intimidatingly as he pulled him away. "And could you grant us some privacy?" he requested curtly, alluding the Val's hearing. 

"Do not tell me you want to hold your own against that man Jungkook," Jimin warned. 

"I cannot put my faith into him just yet, who knows where he wants to lead us. What if there are soldiers awaiting us there? You see that I am unable to fight properly-"

"All the more reason to sort yourself out as soon as possible. If he truly is taking us to be apprehended it'll be unfortunate, but if he means well, you have a chance to get better," Jimin reasoned, "Where do you think you can find a physician elsewhere?" he rhetorically asked. 

"Then I would like to impose a condition," Jungkook responded. "You stay behind with Yong, you keep heading to our previous destination and I'll join you once I can," he said. 

"Leave you alone and incapacitated?" he began to refute.

"What is the point in having you arrested or harmed along with me? Please don't resist this, I will not risk it otherwise." he insisted. 

"How will I know if something has happened to you?" he inquired.

"Can you feel what happens to your crystal?" Jungkook asked in turn.

"If I try to..."

"How far?"

"I don't know." 

"The sakura flower, the one you gifted me when we first met. It's in the palace somewhere since I gave it to Byunho, can you feel it?" Jungkook reminded. 

"That's an entire state away" Jimin huffed.

"Well do you know if you left some crystal elsewhere?" he tried again.

"I've been covering our tracks," he shook his head. "I'll try the sakura then," he agreed and sat on the grassy ground, shutting his eyes to maximize his concentration and following his mind to the palace, visualizing what the flower looked like and how it felt to sculpt it. It was there, a single flash of the object's presence, but it was fleeting. 

"Any luck?" Jungkook asked when the Liquis stood back up. 

"I could only grasp it for the split of a second, I might have imagined it even," he said. 

"That's good enough, I will definitely not be that far from you so you'll be able to feel it then," the Prince nodded to himself, seeming to have an idea in mind. 

"What are you talking about?" Jimin furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Make me a dagger. I will snap it in half if nothing goes wrong, that way you'll know that I'm safe and sound," he suggested. 

"You don't seriously expect me to go along with this..."

"I know it's not the most foolproof plan but it'll be something to go on," Jungkook defended. 

The scenario required swift thinking, and while Jungkook's proposal wasn't flawless, there weren't many alternative solutions available. Jimin wouldn't have agreed to it if he didn't have confidence in Lee Gomin anyway; saving them from the bandits and the ink mark served as sufficient evidence of his claims, so the small security measure might be enough if it meant stabilizing Jungkook's fire.

"Alright, here," Jimin conceded, making him a dagger he could break more easily than his usual durable ones.

"You know what to do when you arrive." Jungkook reminded him of their strategy.

"I will take care of the first steps and wait for your arrival before making contact with Min Yoongi" Jimin affirmed.

The two of them walked toward the older man, breaching the sound barrier he created around them to talk privately, and informed him of their decision. 

"Are you sure, sir Park?" the man asked. 

"I am. Nevertheless could you share with me the location you're taking him to?" he asked.

"We will be at a village two hours West from this exact location," he replied. "I suspect the sudden split may have been an issue of trust-- or lack thereof. But fear none, his highness is in good hands." Gomin reassured one last time before they each left their separate ways; the archer and the Prince on the former's steed, and Jimin riding Yong's back at a steady speed, overcoming the few more hours of travel one at a time. 

"It was surprising to find out that you of all people were who we searched for relentlessly." Gomin spoke up after spending the first half of the trip in silence, avoiding any titles, formalities or details in his sentence.

"Why so? Do tell." Jungkook dared after sensing a hint of deprecation in those words.

"Strong Pyres usually have little affinity for other-- skills and abilities. Your different names, your past... It did take seeing hard proof for us to believe the most recent accusations," he admitted. 

"How unfortunate it is that your idol is an untalented terrible man," Jungkook sarcastically responded, "Unworthy to be worshipped by the lot of you as I am but a beast, erroneously chosen by the skies. An anomaly." he assumed. The Val sighed in return, of course the former Prince would react in the sort, his own statements didn't give the best reflection of his thoughts.

"What now, you bring me to your cult and find a way to scratch me off of the record?" Jungkook asked, pushing the tip of his knife uncomfortably deep into the older man's lower back, already considering ways to escape.

"Our convictions lie deeper than they may seem. The skies chose you for good reason, nor I nor my fellow believers and compatriots would dare defy that higher power," Gomin corrected, feeling the sharp point of the knife, close to drawing blood if not for his metal chain mail underneath his clothing.

"You mean you accept the reality despite yourself?" he reiterated.

"You are a capable and reliable man. You've emerged victorious from many trials and are still demonstrating such an impressive resolve. It is more than I could wish for in my leader. There are things I do not know and don't wish to pry into, but do not take it as unfavourable judgement, although I doubt it makes a difference coming from a nobody such as myself." he humbly praised. 

"You say this about the man who drew a blade to your back while you are unarmed?" the Pyre asked and watched the air around them swirl into a barrier as it did before.

"I don't expect my future King to fall prey to just anybody's schemes, no matter how convincing they may sound. Your cautiousness and ingenuity in a moment of desperation further establishes your caliber as an opponent, and damned be he who considers you one," Gomin insisted. 

"Again, flattery will not earn you my tru-"

"Please. It is a blessing to live in the same lifetime as the Allura, let alone be of any help to you. I've once said I intend to earn your trust with my actions, and I hope I eventually do. All I wish is for you to allow me," the man replied, and so the conversation fell into a long silence, neither of the two breaking it for there wasn't much to add. 

The sound barrier unwinded, and with it Jungkook's resistance. He decided to patiently see where this detour would take him, and as Jimin said, the benefits were too precious given all that's left to accomplish. 

Soon came into view a few houses, expanding into more until revealing a little village as Gomin had told the pharmacist. That at least wasn't a lie. He requested that the Pyre covered his face until instructed otherwise and led them through the dirt roads intertwining in a maze-like manner.

"We've arrived," he whispered and unmounted the horse, before knocking on a wooden door in a distinct pattern. 

"Lee. You weren't meant to be back yet. Has something happened?" an old man came to greet him, confused by his presence until looking past him to the taller individual standing behind. "Who is this? Did-" his sentence ended before he could finish it.

"I have brought a special patient," Gomin announced, and the man urged them inside.

Jungkook kept concealed, unwilling to show himself just yet, but from the look on the elder's face, he appeared to have all his answers already. He looked around the room, studying his surroundings and any exits he could take if matters go south. It looked a lot like Jimin's home in the capital, smelling of herbs and medicine, which meant the old man was a pharmacist or a doctor as Gomin had claimed. 

"You may remove your scarf, child." the new stranger said. 

"You know who I am." Jungkook stated as he pulled the fabric down. 

"I do," the old man replied.

"How?" he inquired. 

"I hear more than one flow coursing your body. That doesn't leave much for the wise mind to guess," he explained, "Which is why having this conversation inside rather than at my doorstep is much preferable," he chuckled. 

"Are you a friend of sir Lee Gomin?" the Pyre tried. 

"He is my son, my name is Lee Gyunsung. Now if you are asking if I'm his friend, the answer remains the same," he confirmed. "It is an honor meeting you in person, traveler." he bowed.

"Forgive me if I cut the courtesies short, but sir Lee claimed you could help me. From your previous mention of flows I must assume you already know my problem," Jungkook asserted, his tone superficial and doubtful.

"I do. Someone has tied up a knot in your guts not long ago and it's causing your fire to fluctuate in all sorts of ways," Gyunsung responded, hitting the hammer on the nail and ridding the Prince of any primary suspicion. 

"Our guest's companion informed me that he'd undergone an almost fatal injury," Gomin confirmed in his stead. 

"May I ask where you've left said companion?" the doctor asked. 

"I would rather we all focus on the task at hand," Jungkook denied.

"Very well," he chuckled. "I see it is not only your guts that are in a knot, child," he teased, not exactly receiving the reaction he hoped for seeing the Prince's straight face. "I must warn you, this procedure will not be quick or easy, you cannot expect to be skipping out of here as soon as my work is done," Gyunsung told. 

"How long do you propose?" the Pyre asked. 

"A full day of rest is mandatory, the second day will prevent your pathways from deviating, the third is recommended for your wellbeing," he responded. 

"I'll only need the two. Shall we?" 

"Of course," Gyunsung nodded and pointed towards the table for him to lay on. "Would you bare your upper body please, your h- sir" he requested. 

The old man was not lying when he said the procedure would be slow but he didn't say it would be an excruciating open surgery, Jungkook found himself thinking in the moments of lucidity he had. How will I go back to Jimin if it took me days to stand on my feet last? He felt cheated, but more pressingly, he felt as though his organs were tearing and rekindling themselves from within, it was like nothing he experienced before. 

"Your companion sure stitched you like an old sock," the doctor commented, wiping the sweat off of his face before going at him again with his scalpel. 

He was barely managing the pain, grunting and clenching his jaws on the muffling fabric in his mouth, his fingers clawing at the edges of the table with every incision, yet he couldn't help but wonder. What is he doing? Is he using air to help with the surgery? One hand was cutting away and the other hovering purposefully over his open stomach, the Pyre was curious about the function of the latter.

What felt like forever was in reality only a couple of hours, the Prince had fallen unconscious from the torturous surgery, and the doctor was left to close his wound-- expertly this time. They had nothing else to do but wait; wait for him to come to again so they could assess the results. 

"How are you feeling?" Gomin asked as Jungkook's eyes fluttered open. 

"I feel alright," he nodded.

"Good. Don't move just yet, you still have no strength," the doctor advised, settling his eyeglasses on a counter and walking to the operating table.

"The pain is gone," he mumbled and peeked down to where the light blanket covered. With a lethargic movement of his arm, he lifted the fabric expecting himself to look like a rag doll. "Wh- where is..." he breathed, looking for the stitches. All he saw was a large surface scar. 

"You have nothing to worry about," Gomin reassured, "As I said, your people are talented," he reminded. "Father is not your common doctor, he is a healer." he claimed. 

"You are saying so as if there's a difference. It doesn't explain how the state of my wound would make me out to be a liar if I told what your father made me go through."

"Tell me traveler, do you reckon you have been treated, or healed?" he questioned, picking his mind.

"Healed." he affirmed. 

"Would you be healed already if any other doctor had performed such an operation?"

"Certainly not-- or at least none other than the former royal doctor could yield close results. Does this have to do with your air wielding during?" Jungkook inquired.

"Park Jinho..." the father smiled. "I wasn't wielding my element earlier, your highness, I was using healing magic." the old man honestly explained, aware of the sound barrier around them.

"Such magic exists?" the Prince muttered in surprise. 

"Park Jinho was one of my apprentices. He was a member of Allegion, dedicated to fight for and alongside the Allura," he began. "Magic is no taboo for any of us, in fact we are all either elemental mages or mages altogether," he confessed.

"I am the former. I manipulate sound as you've witnessed," Gomin said. "On the outside, my barriers seem like a wind shell, but any master Val would grow suspicious if they come close enough."

"Allegion had shaped its goals with an understanding of the battles the Allura must face, and since has formed its members to become reliable pillars when the time comes. Regular Pyres, Vals, Theras and Liquis are no match for trained soldiers; the founders had realized we must overcome our weakness by surpassing them in ways they cannot counter," the doctor continued.

"Tell me General, how many of your soldiers could survive a fight against mages overwhelming their ears with every little sound around them?" he baited. 

"Very few," Jungkook admitted, "But is that possible?" 

"Just like I can lock-in the sound within my shells, I can amplify it out, pull the outside sounds in, or even drown the sound inside so the people within cannot hear any they make," Gomin confirmed. 

"And you say there are more people with just as powerful abilities in this cult?" He asked in surprise.

"The word cult is a little..." Gyunsung scrunched his nose. "Do you see yourself a sacred shepherd? A supreme luminary?" he asked, his hands and head facing up to express the holiness of such titles.

"Please, spare me the ceremonies... Accepting the title I was born with was challenging enough; I wouldn't willingly choose another," Jungkook snorted.

"Well then, I like to call us a secret corpse. Think of us as special soldiers under your command." Gyungsun suggested to ease his mind. 

"Leading troops is something I am familiar with at least," he agreed. "Does this mean I can use my fire as I've always done?" he spoke after a few seconds, turning the conversation back to his reason for being there in the first place. 

"You can try" the doctor responded, walking away. "The first few times-" his sentence was interrupted by a sharp wince.

"-will be painful... What an impatient man you are." Gyunsung shook his head. "You will experience the sensation that your veins are unfurling for the first time, a bit like a hinge needing grease." he described, twirling a wisp of air between his fingers. 

"I'm draining from energy far more quickly," Jungkook noted. 

"So you would. Among other things." he hummed. 

"I think it's wise for me to take it slow with my fire maintenance training for now. However, I'd be grateful if both of you could share more insights about my identity and purpose in this life. While he's provided valuable enlightenment, my companion's understanding of the subject is still somewhat limited." Jungkook requested, putting his flames out and relaxing his muscles.

"We've studied you-- your endowed power, for centuries. Allegion has been since the first ever appearance of the Allura, the founding members were direct descendants of the Circle of the Twelve, and thus we are in possession of their original writings on the theory that the quartet of basic elements had the potential of giving birth to a higher power," he began to explain. 

"Park Jimin, son of Park Jinho must have shared with you a few records of your powers and their history to date," he mentioned, displaying full knowledge of his circumstance without requiring a word from him. "Those are introductory only, they are widely spread for us to grow your army, but crucial information is kept private, to hinder misguided individuals from utilizing it to achieve unnatural enhancements of their abilities for personal or even selfish reasons."

"You decide who grows powerful and who doesn't? Isn't that unfair?" Jungkook questioned. 

"People can grow their abilities while staying true to the element they were born with, but reaching into magic feeds on the soul when the mind isn't strong enough. A conditioning of one's faith is required before anyone can utilize our methods. There are plenty of mages that are not affiliated with Allegion, but so are there dark mages; those who have let their demons take over them, no matter how pure their intentions initially were. It isn't mindless discrimination, rather a preventive measure against the obscure arts." he elaborated carefully. 

"Understandable," the Pyre conceded. "What crucial information should I be missing then?" he asked. 

"I would say most of it. Our libraries include a vast array of texts for all types of elemental magic and other magic. Those pertinent to your training include theoretical studies of the coexistence of multiple elements in one body, others relate to the awakening of an Allura's third eye, the ultimate wisdom. You shall find this material in Allegion's sacred temple." the doctor responded. 

"Where is it?" 

"In Hansu, the northern Pyre state" he said. 

"The Pyres of the North are enemies I would rather avoid. If they discover my companion and I, our journey would be at great risk of termination," he assessed thoughtfully. 

"We can assist by transmitting certain records through our network. However, the holiest ones are bound to the temple and cannot be taken away unfortunately, sir. To obtain them, you must reach to Hansu." Gomin suggested, endorsed by a nod from his father.

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Nestled in the embrace of mountains, a fleeting village materialized for the seasonal tango of agriculture. Few simple cottages and barns dotted the space and the air was rich with the scent of fertile earth. Communal markets sprung up, offering the mountain's yield—colorful vegetables and handcrafted treasures.

Beneath the moonlit skies so wide,
A little boy rests, no need to hide.
In dreams he weaves a world of grace,
Guiding winds and skies to embrace.

With whispered wishes, clouds they part,
Rainbows bloom from his gentle heart.
He cradles storms in his embrace,
Yet brings to us a soothing space.

Wielder of weather's sweet ballet,
Rest now, till the break of day. 

Worn paths meandered through the village, etched by the steady footsteps of farmers and villagers engaged in the laborious dance of the harvest. Along them, a gentle lullaby softly repeated. The hummer, with a rolled blanket in his arms, conducted the melody as if embracing an invisible child. 

Draped in nondescript brown attire that cunningly concealed any telltale signs of his elemental affinity, and keeping his silver hair covered, Jimin walked the foreign streets unhurried. His cloak, a shroud of anonymity and shield against the crisp wind, waved with each step behind him. 

As he strolled, the soft lullaby emanated from his lips. The enchanting hushed notes reverberated through the air, drawing curious glances from passersby. His presence leaving the wholesome imprint of parenthood on the village's tracery, albeit false. 

It was after the last ambers of the setting sun vanished behind the patchwork quilt of earthen hues, that the weight of the broken crystal dagger echoed within him. A sudden realization dawned—a silent communication from the faraway Prince. His blue eyes momentarily ignited ice blue, a relived sigh left his lips and he could now focus on the task at hand with no distractions. 

In a barn, further away from the dwellings of the small village, lived animals exhibiting exceptional vitality. They seemed to thrive under the watchful eye of their caretaker, a man lean and fair, youthful in the face but wise in the mind. The thin twig under his teeth, swayed with the evening wind as he stood watching the sun drown his fields in darkness. 

...

Wielder of weather's sweet ballet,

Rest now, till the break of day.

"Who are you?" he asked. The melody found him not long ago, and if he didn't pay it any mind the first time, he certainly did the next. The sung words held deeper meaning than the unaware mind would fathom, it wasn't difficult to understand that somebody was luring him. Yet despite the potential danger, the unfamiliar voice offered an odd reassurance.

It was the voice of a man, a velvety murmur, a gentle cascade of tones that brushed against the ears like whispers. Its timbre was a harmonious blend of warmth and coolness, a symphony of opposing inflections. It was a voice that held a rare quality, he could recognize it in the loudest rooms.

His initial response ought to have disclosed his whereabouts to a Val, yet there was no sign of anyone drawing near. "Seek me," he beckoned in a hushed tone. "I'll wait by the East-most barn until late," he murmured before strolling back to the cozy cottage, opting to pass the time on the porch reading a book.

---

Jimin ventured into distant corners to ensure his allusive lullaby reached the intended ears, before turning on his way to find Yong calmly waiting for his returnl, and heading together to find a place for the night.

"How old is the little one?" the hostess presiding over a charming guest house asked.

Caught off guard, Jimin blinked in surprise as the gracious lady inquired about the imaginary child cradled in their arms. The atmosphere held a momentary hush, and the lady's perceptive gaze seemed to see beyond the illusion. She sensed a deeper narrative, but as the unexpected query lingered, it left the Liquis to wonder whether the deception would trigger undesirable consequences. 

"He's a few months old," he lied, aware it wouldn't take. 

"Is that so" she nodded knowingly.

"Thank you" he said when she slid the key to his room across the counter. Before he could leave the reception window, she held his attention one last time. 

"It's never easy, especially for a parent. If there's anything you need, please feel free to let me know. Sometimes, holding onto memories, can offer a solace of its own." The lady spoke with a soft smile that carried both sympathy and understanding.

His brows furrowed in confusion. Holding onto what memories? he thought to himself. Then, clarity began to dawn and his eyes softened with gratitude and slight guilt when he recognized her compassion. She must have listened for an inexistent heartbeat within the blanket. For the night, his mind was left to ponder over the grief that it must be to lose a child. 

---

"My King, I come to you with the developments of our ongoing pursuit." Master Jung announced, rising from his bow. 

"Do tell. Have you located them?" the older man asked, his hopes hanging on the answer.

"We've been tracing the path left by a few witnesses, but we haven't stumbled upon concrete evidence of their whereabouts yet," Hoseok replied.

"Remember, Jungkook spent years as a spy before becoming General. Evidence won't be handed to you on a silver platter," the King cautioned, hoping his mind would cave to pessimism and dull his senses. 

"I was rather hoping the pharmacist would be the one providing it," he responded. 

"About sir Park, I was informed that he was coerced into the escape unwillingly. You be careful not to harm an innocent man." the King warned. 

"Considering it's been weeks, and he hasn't attempted to draw our attention, I'm starting to wonder if he was taken at all," Hoseok mused.

"Or, he has tried and you missed the bait," the older countered. "Master Jung, are you certain your attachment to the fugitive is not clouding your judgement?"

"Of course not your Majesty. I am handling the matter as impersonally as one should," the man asserted.

"It doesn't appear so, perhaps you should focus on another operation for the time being," the King suggested. If the master would somehow resign his current responsibilities to somebody else, Jungkook can live peacefully for a good while, but he's known Hoseok since he was a child and it was very unlikely to be an initiative. 

"Isn't capturing the former Prince the highest priority?" the latter asked skeptically. 

"That is precisely why I summoned you here," he declared. "While our military is occupied in the search for a man who clearly won't be found any time soon, the North has been scheming. The stability of the kingdom is teetering, and for the first time, it's not due to external threats. I fear a civil war is imminent unless we address the situation with utmost urgency."

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And I'm back! Long time no chapter..

I hope you enjoyed this extra long one to make up for the waiting time, and of course feel free to let me know what you thought of it, or the future of this story.

Guaranteed Min Yoongi in the next chapter, I hope you're as excited for his appearance as I am!

Love you! ❤️