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"I'm sorry," Yisun whispers.

The Prince's heart breaks a little as he forces a smile on his face.

"Namjoon," She starts, "Thank you so much, for having the courage to do so, but I can't... "

"You can't love me back," He says, slowly nodding, a sad smile on his face.

"It's not you." She shakes her head. "Please don't think of it that way. I just... I can't see you as anything more than a friend. I'm very sorry, Namjoon, Iㅡ"

"It's alright," He cuts her off, "I can't force feelings on someone. I hope you find a man you'll love, who will love you as much as I do."

"Or even more, if possible." He chuckles.

"I feel better now," He adds, "That I told you how I feel."

She smiles, and he smiles back, crumbling the letter in his left hand, behind his back, with her name scribbled on it.

To My Love, Choi Yisun

It's silent for a few seconds, the heavy atmosphere making it hard for both of them to breathe.

Yisun opens her mouth to speak, but she finds no words, and closes it back again.

"You shall take your leave now," He breaks the silence, and she nods once before she turns around and walks out the door.

Namjoon's smile falls.

He moves his clenched hand towards himself, analysing the now wrinkled paper. He straightens it with his long fingers, his eyes shining with tears at the sight of her name written down with his neat handwriting.

Breathing heavily and fighting back tears, he takes firm steps to his study rooms in which he places the letter in a drawer and locks it with a key.

The last trace of his love.

He walks back to his bedroom, opening a drawer at the dresser, and bringing out a small glass flask with a colourless liquid inside.

He lets his teeth bite on his lower lip, hesitantly screwing off the flask's lid. His hands shake as he brings the flask closer to his mouth, but he shuts his eyes anyway, and pours the liquid down his throat.

The door flies open. Namjoon hastily throws the flask away and it rolls off somewhere as he turns around, quickly putting a smile on his face when he sees Seokjin.

"What were you hiding?" Seokjin asks with a playful tone, shutting the door behind him and stepping inside.

"Nothing." Namjoon lets out a breath.

Seokjin shrugs it off, nodding once. "Are you perhaps free tomorrow morning? I'm going hunting with the General. Want to come with?"

Namjoon purses his lips and turns his head away. He freezes when he sees the flask on the floor easily spotted, so he looks back up at his brother hoping he won't notice it and smiles.

"Sure thing!," He says with fake enthusiasm, "It has been a while since we went hunting together."

Seokjin hums, his eyes falling on the empty flask on the floor, a drop of a colourless liquid dripping off its neck.

Namjoon's heart misses a beat when he realizes his brother has seen it, and he curses under his breath as the room falls silent.

Namjoon looks up at Seokjin who has his eyes fixed on the flask, his face blank. The former stares at his brother in anticipation, who neither moves an inch nor speaks a word whatsoever.

After a few seconds, Seokjin tears his eyes away from the flask as if he had not seen it, and he locks them with Namjoon's teary ones.

"So I will be waiting for you tomorrow at the gates," Seokjin says, plastering a fake smile, "Now, please excuse me."

And with that, he walks out of the bedroom and shuts the doors behind him.

Namjoon lets out a breath he was not aware of holding, and slowly picks up the poison flask, staring at it for a few seconds.

Thoughts and questions run through his mind; Seokjin definitely noticed the flask, but if he did, why did he not speak a word? Why did he not give a reaction? Is he even aware of what that flask contains? Does he simply not care, or does he know that the damage has already been done?

Seokjin stands outside at the other side of the door, his legs too weak to make him walk away. Images of that flask flash through his mind, and his heart accelerates because he knows what it contains, because he knows it was empty.

"Why are you standing here?"

Seokjin looks up when he hears a voice, and his heart beats fasten even more when he sees Taehyung.

Taehyung waits for a reply as he tilts his head to one side, scanning the figure of his brother with a pale face and shaky hands.

"Why do you look scared?" Taehyung asks with a blank face.

Seokjin shakes his head, wiping away the drop of sweat that trickled down his temple, "It's nothing. Why are you here?"

"You did not answer my question first."

"Listen," Seokjin says, "If you're here for Namjoon, do not go in. He... He needs some time alone."

Taehyung squints his eyes suspiciously, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just do not go in, alright?," Seokjin repeats, failing to make an eye contact with Taehyung before he walks away, and Taehyung stands in silence, staring at the door for a few seconds then turning around, too, and walking away.

And the very next day, news are announced to the whole kingdom.

Prince Namjoon of Korea, first heir to the throne, is dead.

And Seokjin keeps on thinking about not doing anything, because he does not even know if the doctors could have saved him, and he keeps on thinking of the reason why his brother would do it, and if he should have asked, and if Yisun had anything to do with it because she had left his brother's room before it with eyes that showed she had so much to think of.

And Taehyung keeps on thinking about not going inside Namjoon's bedroom, and if Seokjin has got to do anything with it because he had left his brother's room before it with shivering hands, a pale face and wavering eyes that showed he had so much to think of.

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A/N: Here comes the plot twist woop woop

Surprised? Or did anyone see it coming?

I know it might be a little confusing and you may have questions but don't worry, they'll be answered in the next few chapters

Throne won't take more than 30 chapters, I know it'll get boring if I keep it going and I'm honestly out of ideas

Does anyone even read my author notes?

Hope you enjoyed :V