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Jaemin’s sobs were loud in the silent dance room.
The people in the room seemed stunned by the sudden events unfolding in front of their eyes, including the King, who’s grip on Jaemin’s hand loosened.
As soon as his hand was free, Jaemin ran towards the mirror, pressing his hands against the mirror.
His lovers struggled against the rope that tied them together. After struggling a lot, Jungkook get rid of the bind. Then one by one he released others from the rope.
As soon as they are released they ran towards Jaemin, who was looking at them with red tear filled face. His hair was disheveled, cheeks red and ashes spreading here and there from staying in the fire. His plump lips were red, from biting on them. His small hands pressed against the mirror, looking at them with desperate eyes.
Taehyung placed his hands on the mirror, mirroring Jaemin’s action, wanting to hold the smaller man in his arms, to comfort him, to console him, to tell him that everything wil be okay.
But they can’t. The big glass wall between them won’t allow it. They were close, but so far away from each others.
“Jaeminie.” Hoseok whispered his name. Leaning in to the mirror, his lips pressed against Jaemin’s other hand.
Seokjin placed his forhead against the glass, making Jaemin to mirror him.
Jungkook’s hand was placed above Taehyung’s hand as if he is trying to touch Jaemin through the glass.
Jaemin’s gaze shifted back to Yoongi and Namjoon, who stood behind the other four.
Yoongi, who barely cries, had tears spilling down his cheeks as his cat like eyes stared in to his.
Namjoon’s jaw was clenched, but his teary gaze was on something behind Jaemin, and he was glaring at the man behind him.
“I am sorry.” Jaemin whispered, his lips wobbling with self hate and pity. “S- so sorry. Please…”
“It is not your fault, Jaeminie.” Yoongi took some step towards the mirror. His voice stern, as if he is scolding him for blaming himself.
“It was us who are sorry.” Hoseok closed his eyes, tears spilling out of his eyes.
“We could not protect you from them. Now we can’t do that anymore. We left you alone.” The look on Namjoon’s face clearly said he is guilty.
But Jaemin know, it wasn’t their fault, they did their best to protect him.
If there is someone who should be blamed, is he himself. It was his fault he didn’t informed them about what’s going on. He wondered if he could have saved them if he had told them. But now it doesn’t matter. Because of him, here they are trapped inside a mirror.
“We failed you.” Seokjin’s voice trembled just like his whole body. “We don’t deserve your love.”
“Nooo.” A strangled sob left Jaemin’s lips as he shook his head vigorously denying their words. “I- it was m-me. I- I don’t deserve your l-love.” He cried his heart out.
“No, you deserve the world and so much more. We are sorry, we could not do anything.” Jungkook placed his hand above Jaemin’s head in the mirror. Then he pat there, as if he is petting his head.
“We love you.” Taehyung curled his hand against the mirror, like he trying to hold Jaemin’s. “So much.”
“I love you too.” Jaemin cried out. “All of you.”
His heart broke at the sight of his lovers. They were all crying their heart out. Jaemin thought, if he was one of the guards seeing this unfolding in front of him, he would have broke down with them. But the men in the room didn’t even had a little bit of sympathy, and they watched their misery as if they are watching a stage show.
“There are no cure exist for this curse, and i am certain, they shall remain here for at least one century.” The priest said, with a wicked smile.
Jaemin wanted to throw up at the words. His lovers will be trapped here forever, and there is no cure for this. What will he do now?
“Very well, then. Now, we shall proceed the wedding ceremony here, in front of their eyes, I shall take their seventh lover as my bride.” The King laughed loudly as the other men, except the seven of them, joining him. Their cruel laughter echoed in the room, making Jaemin shudder at the voice.
In few moments, the arrangements for wedding are done in the dance room.
“Clean and prepare him for wedding to continue.” The King announced seeing Jaemin’s disheveled figure.
Bowing their head to the King, the maids approached Jaemin, to take him to clean and dress.
Jaemin’s blood shot tear filled eyes glared at the first person who touched him, making the woman cowards away, her petite figure trembling at the sight.
“It does not matter if you wish to stay like this. We can proceed with the the wedding just the same.” The King announced, making his way towards Jaemin. “My queen.” He whispered in his ear.
Jaemin’s heart ached at the words. It was like the King is too impatient.
But he is stubborn too. If he can’t stay with his lovers, he won’t be anyone else’s. It’s them or none.
Before the King’s fingers could touch him, Jaemin swiftly pulled out the sword from one of the guard’s waist and extended towards the devil man.
Gasps filled in the room, making all of the people widen their eyes.
“Do not take a step closer to me, I would not hesitate to use it.” Jaemin screamed as the other guards surrounded them, trying to protect the King, all of their swords pointed towards him.
“Jaeminie.” He heard whisper from his back, his lovers concerned for him.
“You won’t do that.” The King announced, gesturing for his men to backout. “You are too good to kill someone.” He smirked.
“N- no.” Jaemin’s voice quivered.
The King is right. He is to coward to end someone’s life. Whatever someone did to him, he won’t be able to do something like that.
Also he believes, humans don’t have any right to take anyone’s life. We can’t give life to someone who is dead, so we shouldn’t be able to take it away from a living person.
But does it worth it? Leaving the cruel man alive, who hurt him and his loved ones? Doesn’t this man deserves to die?
But again. Would killing him make his lovers come back? Would it worth it to end his life that easily? But, as he said, Jaemin is too soft hearted to kill someone.
But… If he can’t kill someone else, he can kill himself. He don’t want to live in this world without his lovers. They would be trapped in the mirror forever and there is no way out. And Jaemin is sure, he won’t live that long to be with them. Also, if he is alive he have to give himself to the cruel King. He don’t want that not in this life not ever.
“Come, pass it back to me.” The King smiled, slowly approaching the smaller male.
“No.” Jaemin glared at him, swaying the sword in front of him, making the King take a step back. “I would not. Stay away.” He threatened.
When everyone was away from him, he took a step back and leaned his back against the mirror. Glancing at his lovers, they were all looking at him concerned. Their teary eyes pleading him to not hurt himself, as if they know what he is thinking.
“I am sorry.” Jaemin’s soft whisper made their eyes widen as they shook their head screaming ‘no, and please’.
Ignoring their pleadings, Jaemin pressed the sword against his forearm, slashing the skin with his eyes turning cold and ruthless for a moment.
Blood poured out of the wound, crimsoning his milky white skin and brown wooden floor. The people in the room gasped.
“JAEMINIE…” His six lovers shouted, hitting their hands on the glass, as if trying to get out of there to help their seventh lover. But they can’t. They could never get out of that trap.
“NOOOO…” The King screamed running towards the man who was slowly losing his balance and fell to the wooden floor with a loud thud. The sword fell out of his hand and clashed against the floor. “CALL THE HEALER.” The King’s voice was loud as some guards ran out of the room hurriedly.
Jaemin layed on the wooden floor, blood dripping out of his wrist just like the tears ran down his cheeks. His head was on the King’s lap who was staring at him bewildered.
But Jaemin didn’t give him any attention, his eyes only looking at his lovers trapped in the mirror, the only thing he saw was their tear spilling eyes and the only thing he heard was their cry for him. Nothing other than them mattered to him. They are his world after all.
“I- I am sorry.” He mumbled again, his voice barely audible, came out as slurs. But he know they understands him. They do.
With his full focus on his lovers, he didn’t notice the royal healer checking up on him, until he heard the King’s loud voice.
“How dare you say that?” The King shouted.
“I apologies your Majesty. However, I am afraid no one can save the Queen. Seems like he has been poisoned. So with this much blood losing, we can’t do anything about it.” The healer kowtowed in front of the King, his figure shivering, but still managed to talk to the King without stuttering.
“Poison? Who have been poisoning him?” The King shouted, sending chill down everyone’s spine.
Jaemin smiled when he heard that. Of course he know who has been giving him poison these past week. He noticed something wrong with the food delivered to him. Now he is confirmed.
But he have to thank that person to do so. If not for that poison, he would have saved. He can’t afford that.
His droopy eyes again looked at his lovers. Their faces were blurry, but still Jaemin can recognize each of them. He traced his blood filled fingers through the surface of mirror, wanting to touch them for last time, tracing the red trails on the glass.
“I- I am sorry, I was the reason of your suffering. I am sorry I could not save you in this life. B- but, I promise, in my next life, I will save you. I- I will avenge you. I will stay with you. I- I prom…” Jaemin’s whispery words trialed down, his eyes not able to open for long. It felt heavy, too heavy and with that he closed his eyes. His heart chanting the promise again and again.
Seokjin cried hard when he saw their lover’s hand fell from the glass, his small body still on the floor, eyelids slowly closing, the frown on his eyebrows vanishing slowly and then his face turned peaceful, as if he is sleeping soundly.
That’s it. That’s the end of their peaceful life. End of their world. The seventh vertex of the star has broken and not exist with them anymore. Everything ended.
Hoseok don’t know how much time they sat there staring at Jaemin’s calm, pale, tear stained face. He couldn’t help but let the tear fall out of his eyes, seeing the blood drenched hand of his lover. He felt numb. His chest ached as if his heart broke in million pieces. The tears rolled down his cheeks as he just sat there in trance.
Yoongi don’t know what he should do. Cry, yes he is doing it. But what about the anger he is feeling towards the man sitting in front them, with his lover’s head on his lap. He wanted to smash the glass, pounce on that man and torture him to death. But there is noway the mirror will broke from inside and there is noway the guards will let something happen to King. But the anger, and disgust he felt for the King won’t go away in this lifetime, or in next seven life. He clenched his fist trying to calm himself, but the tears just flowed out without his realization.
Namjoon tried his best to do magic, atleast get out of the mirror, to save Jaemin. But, after entering in to the mirror, it’s not working. But he wanted to get to Jaemin, hold him in his arms, at least give him a peck. If they had been known what was going on with Jaemin, it wouldn’t have end like this. They could have at least ran away from this Kingdom.
But, they haven’t noticed what is going on wih their seventh lover. Maybe they did, the tiny changes in action, the smiles that never reached his eyes, the constant sorrow on his face. However, they waited for him to open up to them. To let them know what is going on. To let him be comfortable to talk to them. They should have asked about it. Namjoon regretted not doing so. Now it’s late, too late. He is no more, to share his worries with them, to open up to them comfortably, to love them. He clenched his fist, hitting the glass with it. He regretted everything now.
Placing his hands on the glass, Taehyung stared at the lifeless figure laying on the floor between the pool of blood. Jaemin, his lover, their lover. The one who can cheer up everyone just with a smile, which is absent now. The cheeks that would turn red with a little teasing, now lost all colors. Those expressive eyes that hold universe in them is now closed, those plump lips which will stretch in to a wide smile at their sight, is now parted with slight blue shade. The tiny body, who can give the best hugs in the world is now motionless. He is no more.
“YOU MONSTER.” Taehyung screamed, roughly wiping off the tears from his cheeks, his eyes glaring at the King. “It’s all because of you. He would have been alive if it wasn’t because of you. H- he would have been here with us…” Taehyung cried hard, the tears streaming down his cheeks like a waterfall. It hurts, his heart hurts like hell. He can’t even breath properly.
Seokjin’s hand wrapped around his shoulder, trying to comfort him. Taehyung took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. Then he heard sobs from his side to find the youngest staring at the King pleadingly.
“C- can you, can you please save him? Please…” Jungkook sobbed. He wasn’t sure how, but he wanted Jaemin to be saved, any how, he don’t care. But their seventh lover can’t die like that, he can’t leave them like that. It’s just been few months since they are together, and there is long way ahead for them. For that Jaemin have to be alive. “Please save him…” He cried again, as Hoseok hugged him tightly. “Please…” He pleaded with tearful eyes, which can melt anyone’s heart. But in a way, he know his lover can’t be saved. The pale face and slightly blue lips are definitely telling that. But he can’t believe it. His heart is not ready to accept it.
“I will find out how to break this curse and you will be out when my brother takes rebirth. It is my promise to you.” Park Wonho, Jaemin’s older brother, take an oath. “I will avenge my little brother. If not in this life, in my next life.”
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