"Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you."
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________________________________________________________________________ Wales, September 1416 A.D. Monmouthshire, Llancafan's church
>>IT HURTS, MAKE IT STOP!<<
Jungkook wails for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes, squirming onto the mattress and sweating profusely.
The pain he is experiencing is untreatable, which means he just has to live with it for now. It feels like being stabbed in the abdomen. Because the bonding was successfully executed, after Jungkook fainted, he woke up screaming at the hurtful sensation. He is feeling just what Agatha was when she died.
He turns onto his stomach, pressing both hands against his own abdomen, crying out in pain. If he had that handkerchief Jimin left behind, with his smell- If Jungkook thinks about that he knows for sure the other's smell, his kindness and his presence would surely make him feel way better, brand new. If Jimin was there..
If he was there with him, Jungkook knows he would not feel like like this. He knows the other would worry for him if he knew what they're doing to Jungkook in here.
Jimin knew what the bonding was about, that is why he did not want Jungkook to go through that, always telling him he should be grateful it had not happened. And now.. now that the only people Jungkook knew are dead, and he is alone, he can not regret more his days in Saint Briavels. Because there he met the most wonderful person in his small, confused world, and even though that person believed to have a small heart, and even though he was tiny, he could hold onto himself all the love of the world, all the gentle words and kindness. Because he wants those days back, those people who loved him back, back to him.
And he has no idea where is and if Jimin is alright. If Hoseok is fine, if Namjoon had enough time to escape, or if they are or not alive.
As the boy growls at everyone to leave his damned bedroom without being listened, he starts cursing at their God in front of friars and nuns who, gasping indignant, begin to leave the boy alone one after the other.
>>J-Jesus Christ-
He mutters with his face against the pillow. Agatha's agony did not last that long, and neither does Jungkook's, instead, just when the pain begins subsiding, his head starts throbbing instead, pulsating almost.
Slowly things start creeping in his mind. Happy things, sad things, cruel memories, and yet, not his own.
Neither Agatha's. Well, not all of them.
>>W-what is this- ..what-
He sits up, now pressing with one hand onto his abdomen, with the other onto his forehead.
