~Coronation day….or maybe not~

*JIMIN*

He danced, danced and danced. It was his only way of feeling less bothered or scared. It was his only way of being at ease and comfortable. It was his only way of connecting to his late parents. It was his only way of seeing himself in the future. It was the only way he could forget all of the things being said to him and stop doubting and questioning his aunt’s love for him. It was his only way….

He pirouette with his hands up above his head on the air, one of his leg was resting on the other as he kept swirling to the rhythm of the waves, he was smiling as tears kept streaming down his face, his hair were scattered loosely over his face, he loved dancing that way.

He lifted his legs off the ground, extending it out over the ground as he was going to land with his both of his feet, he lost his balance and fell down.

He wasn’t there with his dog, he was there with no one but himself. There was no one to console him now. He felt lonely, sad, broken, confused, scared. His feelings were complicated and it scared the shit out of him.

“Eomma, Appa, what do I do?” He questioned, his eyes rested on the flowing waters, he could hear the waves, he could hear the free flow of the waters but he couldn’t see it. He couldn’t see anything. Tears streamed down his face and he started crying.

Why does his life always have to get so complicated? Why can’t he be happy like others? Why?

~FLASHBACK~

Beep! Beep! Beep!

He hated this sound so much. It does nothing but to remind him of his mom in her dying bed. He felt so weak and numb. Especially his legs. No, no, no, this can’t be happening. Every Ballerina’s pride lies in their legs. He tried his possible best to move his legs but it wasn’t working. He slowly opened his eyes to see exactly why his legs felt stuck but all he saw was darkness. It was as if he was in a dark room with the lights put off. He looks around to see if he could find the switch but he couldn’t see anything.

He heard the door open and close. He was going to ask them to help put on the light when he heard his aunt’s voice. She was sobbing.

“Aunt?” Jimin questioned in confusion. He couldn’t make out his aunt’s face. The room was damn dark. “Could you please put on the light? And why are you crying?”

“My darling nephew…” His aunt cried out, reaching out to Jimin’s hand.

“Aunt, what’s going on? I can’t see anything, could you please put on the lights?”

“I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.” She repeated in tears, still holding Jimin’s hand. That did nothing but confused Jimin even more. Why was his aunt apologizing? Or doesn’t she want to turn on the light? What’s wrong? “You…you…”

“What is it, aunt? And how are you coping in this darkness? I can’t see anything, aunt. It’s killing me. Please put on the lights.”

“The room isn’t in darkness, Jimin. You just can’t see anymore.”

“What…wha…what did you just say?” Jimin asked in disbelief.

“The gun shot damaged your eyes. You are blind, Jimin.”

Hot tears slowly slipped off his eyes to his face, as he stared into darkness. His darkness. His dark world. He thought the room was the one with the problem but little did he know he was the only one drowning in a dark world. Alone. His legs might be fine but his eyes weren’t. Yeah, Ballerinas pride lies on their legs but what about their eyes, how will they be able to dance again if they were blind.

They were ignorant….he was ignorant…. He only valued his legs and now he has lost his eyes… he’s hopeless.

~END OF FLASHBACK~

*JUNGKOOK*

He has been crying a lot lately. The first time he’d seen him dancing, he didn’t cry, he looked happy. But that day and today were different. He was in pain, he was sad, broken, unhappy, hurt… He was just like him. But how does he still pretend to be fine? He kept asking himself.

He just watched him cry from behind. He has been standing behind him while he danced, it was kinda confusing, how come he didn’t notice his presence since he arrived? Among other days, today is the only day he watched him dance from his close up angle. He had expected the dancer to see him but he didn’t.

He felt like going to him to console and comfort him but who was he? He was as broken as the latter is. Could he possibly be of help to him? Could he?

Jungkook slowly lifted up his hand and placed it against his chest, his gaze never left his (Jimin) crying form. Why does his heart hurt to watch him cry? Why does he seem so concern about him? Why does it feel like he was in pain just by watching him cry? In other words, what are this unusual feeling he could feel?

Jimin slowly stood up to his feet, dusted the sand off his cloth and turned around, he started walking towards him. Jungkook just stood there, he didn’t take any step but watch his every step. Staring at his face this close was making his fucked up heart beat unnecessarily.

Finally, he noticed him. He thought to himself.

He got to where he stood, He stopped walking but his eyes weren’t on him. He was going to say a word but he started walking again, ignoring him completely. *Did he just ignore me?* He thought to himself as he turned around to stare at his back. Jimin slowly lowered himself to the ground and started moving his hand on the sandy ground, it felt like he was in search of something. Jungkook gaze fell on a long stick behind him. *Wait, is he in search of that stick? But it's right behind him so why can't he see it?* He thought to himself as he kept staring at him in bewilderment.

Jimin started sobbing all over again and was mumbling some words he couldn’t quite understand.

He stopped searching and sunk into the ground as if giving up in the search. His eyes were resting right on the stick but he didn’t make any attempt to go for it. He just sat there, crying.

*Maybe he was looking for something else.* Jungkook thought to himself. But then again, why was he acting not to see him standing right in front of him. Or was he ignoring him on purpose? He waved his hand to him but he didn’t flinched or even act like someone was trying to get his attention.

“Are you ignoring me on purpose?” He questioned, angrily.

“Who is there?” Jimin stood up to his feet looking around. “Who is it?” He asked again, his eyes were facing a wrong direction.

“Are….” His voice trailed off as he kept staring at the boy in front of him. The thought of him being blind sounded like a magic to him. How can he be blind after dancing like that? Was that even possible? He decided to do some confirmation. He picked up the stick he guess he was searching for earlier. “Are you searching for this?” Jungkook extended the stick to him, Jimin didn’t make any attempt to move, he just stood there, not staring at him.

“Who are you?” He asked instead of answering his question.

“Just a passer by. You dropped this.”

He tried reaching out to it but he was going the wrong direction. Again. Jungkook mouth dropped open at this. He was blind. He was fucking blind. The stick dropped out of his hand as he took some step away from him, staring at him in disbelief.

“Where are you?” Jimin asked, still trying to reach out to him.

“What are you doing here!?” A voice asked from afar. Jungkook quickly stood up to his feet and left without turning back.

*JIMIN*

“It’s late, my prince. What are you doing here?” Lisa asked as she got to where Jimin was.

“I…Are you the only one here?” Jimin asked his maid.

Lisa looks around and obviously he was the only one around with Jimin.

“Yes, my prince. Why do you ask?”

“I thought…Never mind. Let’s go.” Lisa picked up Jimin’s stick, she wrapped her arms around him and led him away from the beach.

Jimin can’t seem to forget that voice. He turned back, hoping a magic would happen so he could see the face of whom that voice belongs to but it was so impossible. Who knows maybe it was only his delusion and no one was there with him in the first place.

“How did you know I was here? And why are you here?” He asked Lisa.

“There’s no other place you will go to aside from here, my prince. And I’m here because of Aunt Hwasa.”

“What about my aunt? Is she okay? Did she ask you to look for me?”

“She’s okay. And no, she didn’t ask me to look for you. Aunt Hwasa postponed the coronation to next week.”

“What? Why?” Jimin questioned.

“I don’t know.” Lisa sighed. “I know it’s none of my business but don’t you think there’s something wrong somewhere? Why does it feel like something is about to happen. Like a tragedy?”

“You feel that as well?”

“As well?” Lisa snapped her head to look at her prince. “Wait, you having that same feelings as well?”

“Yeah. And I’m so scared.”

“Could that be the reason why Aunt Hwasa decided to postpone the coronation? Could it be she is feeling the same way as well?”

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*JUNGKOOK*

He walked into the house and went straight to the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a glasscup, he walked through the flight of stairs and made his way to his bedroom. He shut and close the door, he dropped down on his bed and poured himself a drink, he gulped down the whole liquid, he poured himself more drink and drank all in one shot. The liquid in the bottle were already half gone.

*Where are you?* His question rang in his head continually. Why would he ask that when he was just standing right in front of him? No, that shouldn’t be the question. How could a blind person dance like that? Was that even possible?

He drank another shot and poured himself another. He remembered how he danced. How he twirled. How he jumped off his feet and extended his legs out on the air, how he made that difficult turn, how he dance…So he had been blind… How come he never noticed? Well, who would blame him? He was very good. Very, very good.

He remembered how he walked past him and started searching for a stick that was just lying behind him. How he couldn’t figure out where he was, how he tried reaching out for the stick but went for a wrong direction.

It’s official, he’s blind.

But how could a blind person dance so beautifully? How did he made his heart melt just by watching him? How did he captivate him with those beautiful dances? And why the hell did he(Jungkook) ran like that like a coward?

He was a coward after all…

His father died ten or something years ago and he still couldn’t detect the person and bring justice to his late father. He was a failure. And instead of him to do better, he decided to blame his mother for his own failure. He was a coward…

A coward.

The word kept repeating in his head. Jungkook groaned, he threw the glasscup and it hit the wall, shattering to million pieces. One even flew right back at him and scratched his skin. Jungkook looked down at it but did nothing. The physical pain was nothing compare to the pain in his heart.

He lay back on the bed and shut his eyes closed.

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*THIRD PERSON POV*

“Go! Go!” The voice kept yelling at the child. He was in pain, blood gushed out of his mouth. He should be worried about himself but he was rather worried about the child.

“Oh shut up.” Another voice ordered, hitting him square on the face and knocking him unconscious. They began making their way to the child, a sly smile was plastered on their face. They bent down to the level of the child and patted the child’s head. “Let’s make a memory, shall we?”

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TBH