13th century

15 years ago,

"Namjoonie hyung! It's time,"the young boy screeched at the top of his voice, striding swiftly.

"I thought I had five minutes left?" Namjoon's face was flustered, his voice frantic. Namjoon and Jungkook, being the princes of the province, had to attend the annual training held in the extravagant palace of the neighbouring Kingdom they recently had a truce with.

"Hyung, five minutes got over ages ago. We're going to be late if you don't get ready,"Jungkook accused, adjusting his hanbok which seemed to hang loosely around his waist.

"I'm trying, kookie. This doesn't fit well," Namjoon clasped the hat in his hand, his face etched with a scornful glare.

"Just put on another one, hyung. It's not really negotiable if we're late. Moreover, mom told that the training is going to be strenuous. So, it's better if you don't get dressed heavily," Jungkook paced around the room restlessly, his tiny feet leaving a thump as he moved around, cogitating on alternative ideas.

"Okay, I'm coming. Wait for me with mom. I'll come soon. I just need to get some things,"Namjoon's voice was pensive.

"No hyung. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to wait for you until you come," Jungkook slumped his shoulders, pouting slightly.

"Kookie, listen to me. Get going. I need to arrange some things and come," Namjoon explained to the younger.

"Why can't I just stay?" Jungkook whined, stomping on the ground.

"Kookie..." Namjoon glowered.

"Ok hyung. I'll go. There's no need for you get angry. But be there soon before mom gets impatient. You know how hotheaded she is. You wouldn't wanna burst the bubble of anger in her," Jungkook continued to blabber on, waving a quick goodbye to Namjoon whose face was drenched with perspiration.

Jungkook exited the room, his hanbok trailing behind, sweeping the room. His tiny figure was soon of out sight, and was the smell of happiness. Namjoon looked around through his dragon eyes, gazing at the empty ceiling that seemed to mirror his emotions.

"I know what to do," Namjoon murmured under his breath, sighing deeply. "I'm tired of people controlling my life."

Unfurling a portion of his cloth which he had concealed from the eyes of Jungkook, he took out a sharp sword. It glistened under the light which seeped through the broken windows, the sharpness making Namjoon's dilated pupils shiver. It was made of w2 steel, forged by his own hands, with every drop of vengeance coating it.

There was a voice pushing him to take the extreme decision of killing Jungkook's parents. Again, there was the angelic voice contradictory. It was a madness; a mad psychic emotion that was developing in him. The madness spurted from his heart, tearing open his insides and manipulating him.

He wanted to be free. The transitory freedoms of being able to do whatever he wanted soon morphed into the futile and endless altercations in his mind. Day had turned night for him and his mind ran with conflicting equations which he failed to find the solution.

He just wanted love. But instead, he was trapped in it; as a fragile weapon. With his mind set of murdering his Jungkook, he set some tears from his eyes. Those tears where not for the loss of Jungkook that would soon trigger the entire nation, but rather the treachery.

With great delicacy, he brought the knife near his cheeks and pierced it through the layers of skin that tore open, shooting pain through his body. He skimmed his hand over the blood, enjoying every moment of the pleasurable experience. Wiping the knife on his hanbok, he hid it underneath, making sure that it did not cut through him and at the same time hidden from prying eyes.

Subsiding the excruciating pain that bundled up due to the cut, he left the room, with his head hung down. He would be soon free.

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"Namjoonie hyung! Namjoonie hyung!" Jungkook squealed, tripping over his hanbok slightly but then almost immediately resurrecting his posture.

"Your training got over?" Namjoon questioned, avoiding Jungkook's eyes. He would never hear 'hyung' ever again.

"Not yet, hyung. But they taught me sword fighting and it was so cool," Jungkook's eyes glistened in happiness.

Namjoon would never be able to see the pair of doe eyes again.

"That's good. I can see that you enjoyed it. You might need it in the future. Anyway, when's the next class?" Namjoon questioned, looking at the ground.

"Hyung, look at me. Why are you avoiding my eye?" Jungkook squatted down to meet Namjoon's eye down below, pouting slightly, the happiness which once lingered all gone.

"It's nothing kook. Some dust had entered my eyes," Namjoon chuckled dryly, rubbing his eyes with the same fingers that were coated with blood a while ago.

"Shall I blow them out for you hyung? You have to be careful," Jungkook began to blow furiously while squatting down, resembling a rabbit puffing out some air.

"Oh no, it's fine gguk-ah,"the usual nickname was gone. "Get up. Your hanbok is getting dirty."

Namjoon's hanbok would be more dirty soon, with the stains of blood and the treachery that followed. The evaporation of love. The sedimented sins bundling up.

"Did you attend the training, hyung? I was so sad when they said that we had different schedules. But it's okay, hyung. I would be always with you once this gets over," Jungkook's voice made Namjoon guilty. Guilty was not the word to describe his overpowering emotions right now. He was overcome with thousands with a feeling that was eating his heart inside out.

"Hmm... Yes, Kookie. We'll be together always,"he spoke absent mindedly, not watching the words he was speaking out. The emotions were completely emptied out his words.

"Hyung, are you alright?" Jungkook questioned, his voice laced with concern.

"Of course, Kookie. What's wrong with me?" Namjoon chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Everything, hyung. You've been really disturbed... Like, encompassed in darkness like you say it philosophically,"Jungkook's tiny voice perked up in confusion.

"I'm really fine, gguk-ah," Namjoon gulped nervously. "I'll have my training soon if that answers your question,"

"Can I watch?" Jungkook's doe eyes widened, his lips sticking out.

"I don't think you will be allowed, Kookie. You can stay and practice though," Namjoon patted Jungkook's back. The sharp knife poked him underneath the layers of clothes, his breath becoming ragged.

"Okay hyung. But you have to promise me to teach me later," Jungkook's voice was soft.

"Of course, Kookie. Anything for you. I think it's time for my practice. I'll get going," Namjoon began to stride towards a dark room.

"Bye namjoonie hyung! I'll meet you later!" Jungkook's enthusiastic voice followed.

Namjoon shut his eyes together while walking, and pursed his lips together. He was focused on killing Jungkook. It was either now or never. Slowly taking the sharp knife, he averted his gaze to Jungkook who seemed to be blissfully practicing without any care in the world.

Namjoon unfurled the white mask and wore it around his head, covering his neck. He walked forward, his mind empty of any emotions. The guilt would linger for a day or two, but would soon converge with the thin layer of vengeance and evaporate, he thought.

Striding forward, he clutched the knife even more tightly. The pressure that was building up in his core was unexplainable. It was not just the pressure; it was the madness.

When he had neared Jungkook, he took a deep breath and walked forward until the tip of the knife grazed ever so slightly. The young boy was in oblivion to the weapon near him, drowned in his own world.

Namjoonie hyung!

He would never hear these words again.

I love you!

Neither would he hear these words.

With his hands shivering, he moved his hand swiftly until the soft layers of Jungkook's skin met the knife.

A sharp cry pierced the atmosphere; a cry of agonizing pain that shot through Jungkook's stomach. He felt his insides rip apart, the knife kissing every artery and vein in his body. The excruciating pain never subsided, as the knife twisted in his stomach, tearing his whole world apart.

The sight of blood devoured his sight, his tiny body faltering and falling down with great pain. The sword in Jungkook's hand fell down on the ground with a clank, breaking into a million pieces just like Namjoon's heart at the vulnerable sight.

Namjoon's mask stuck to his face, the cries ringing in his ears like a meloncholy melody he wished to eradicate.

Namjoon could also feel his heartbeat slowly drifting away from him, on his fingertips. His eyes were emotionless, with no love or hate lingering in them. He was finally going to leave his prison. Hopefully, he wished for another life where he would get to live with Jungkook.

Lights will guide you home,

Namjoon saw Jungkook coughing up some more blood, falling down on the ground, fragile to the world. He watched Jungkook close his eyes, vulnerable to the world.

And ignite your bones.

"I love you, Jungkook. But I had to do this."Namjoon whispered.

And I will try to fix you.

No, he was already broken.

The cries of agony morphed into the thin air, becoming a mere whisper. The brown air began to choke him, whispering death in his ears. Jungkook's fingers were stained with his blood, as he reached out to the mask of the killer. With all the might he had left, he pulled down the mask of the killer.

Jungkook's eyes met with Namjoon, his heart breaking at the treachery. The usual glint in his eyes were gone. With every ounce of energy left in him, Jungkook whispered to Namjoon before blacking out.

"I trusted you, hyung. I loved you. Why did you do it?"

But the next sentence suprised Namjoon.

"I knew that you would kill me, hyung but I didn't do anything because I love you as family."

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I still trust you, hyung.

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A/n's note: Super long chapter. How was it?