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Namjoon shook his head, slow in climbing to his feet. He adjusted his jade earrings and shook his hands, bringing them back up in front of him. “Again seonsaengnim.” He could feel the blood trickling down the side of his lip but he paid it no mind. His body screamed for him to pause but he too ignored it. 

His teacher clicked his tongue but complied, coming face-to-face with Namjoon again. 

Namjoon honed in on the energy circling through his body, letting it rejuvenate his wounds. His teacher was wearing a simple jade bracelet, dainty but with enough gems to knock Namjoon clean off the ground. 

They circled each other before his teacher struck first, fast enough that Namjoon barely managed to turn to his left. The punch managed to graze his cheek, but there was enough power behind it that Namjoon knew it would have dazed him. 

Focus, Namjoon thought. 

He anticipated the next move, knowing his teacher would come for short jabs against his body. Namjoon was right, letting the first punch land on his sternum. He stumbled backwards but as his teacher came for the next one, Namjoon caught his outstretched fist and brought it down. He spun around and elbowed the other right on the nose, not strong enough to break it but… just barely. 

His teacher toppled and Namjoon grinned. 

“Satisfied,” his teacher asked sarcastically, bringing his hand up to be helped. 

“I won 4 out of 7 of our matches,” Namjoon laughed, “of course I’m happy.” 

The pair went to the table on the other side of the room, picking up their discarded water cups and towels. Namjoon winced as he drank, his wound being split open even more. He wet the towel a bit and dabbed his lip a bit. Once it was cleaned, he moved to bandage his knuckles which were bloody and bruised. 

“You’re more than ready for a fight Kim-jen,” his teacher noted, toweling the back of his neck dry. “I worry you might be overextending yourself.” 

Namjoon rolled his eyes, “I’m fine seonsaengnim. I’ll be ready when I can beat you without wearing my jade. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you’re still pulling your punches.”

“You’re not the teacher yet,” the older of the two joked in good nature. 

Before Namjoon could respond, the door opened. 

“Hyung—oh forgive me.” Taehyung stopped abruptly, noticing Namjoon was not alone. “Kim-jen, your grandfather would like a word.” 

Namjoon nodded and turned, extending a hand to shake and bid the other goodbye. 

He stepped out into the hallway with Taehyung and noticed the grim look on his face. 

“Oh god,” Namjoon groaned, “it’s bad?” 

Taehyung pretended to zip his lips, “Hobi hyung is waiting for us downstairs.”

****

The island of Korea was filled with a violent history. Foreign occupation plagued the early centuries of a beautiful land, a royal dynasty cut too short by greedy colonizers. 

Years of sorrow and pain for the citizens, having no autonomy or say in a place they once called home. 

The troubles seemed to be never-ending until one year, a group of rebels decided it was enough. They would take back what was theirs. 

What followed was the Black War, a time filled with deaths and senseless violence. But still, the soldiers persevered, in the hopes of one day freeing their families and friends. The rebels were led by General Kim Jeongnim, a fearless and ferocious commander. They say he could bring anybody to his side, able to inspire loyalty by the thousands. 

A decade later and the fighting finally broke, the last of the colonizers pushed back and away. History knows this was only done because of the warriors who were wearing jade. 

Jade was native to the land of Korea, a mystic gem where only those selected could wear. Wearing jade meant not only prestige and honor, but the ability to hone different strengths. Those not accessible to the common lay person. 

Kim Jeongnim knew he would not be able to rule the country once it was taken back. It was not for him anyways, he won the war for the people. To allow them to finally have a voice in their country. 

And so the island of Korea was split into 5 different Provinces, each one electing a representative to sit on the esteemed Council. A term rotated every 7 years. This would become the government body.

But Kim Jeongnim would not simply turn away from his jade warriors. No, instead he set up his own kingdom. 

After the war, his jade warriors of course returned to their homes, far away from the capital of Seoul. There, they would set up their own gangs, their own seat of power. Kim Jeongnim realized the danger in this, not only leaving these forceful soldiers unsupervised but also vying for more. Potential neighborhood strifes in a time where newly founded independence was so fragile. 

So Kim Jeongnim went to the Council with his plans. The jade supply of Korea would belong to him and his descendants. They would control who they’re selling to, who is allowed to wear it. To those who were unable to wield the power a jade gem could hold, would simply want it adorned around their neck, like jewelry. 

But those who could—well they wanted it to ensure their seat at the helm. They would do anything for more.

Not only would the jade be his but so would the gangs. Each gang from each Province would swear fealty to the Kim mafia and their wrongdoings would be handled by Kims as well. To ensure jade business stays within those who could control it. 

The Council had no choice but to agree. The public support for Kim Jeongnim was so strong, if they were to deny him they would have a potential civil war on their hands. 

No… in the end Kim Jeongnim got his jade kingdom. 

Kim Sooho, Namjoon’s grandfather, told Namjoon their family history at the young age of 10. After both his parents died in a car accident. 

“That’s your great-great-great-great-grandfather Namjoon,” his grandfather’s voice boomed throughout the portrait room. The pair were standing in front of a beautiful oil painting, a soldier dressed in jade standing in front of a simple throne. Kim Jeongnim smiling down at his family.

Namjoon looked up, eyes wide with awe, “Was he a superhero?”

His grandfather’s laugh was just as loud as his voice, “No Namjoon. Jade warriors are not superheroes. Just… more powerful than most. You will understand with time.”

“When will I get my jade?” Namjoon’s tiny voice asked, reaching to grab his grandfather’s hand. 

“When you’re 12. You will practice for the next 6 years, studying the magic and its discipline dutifully. You,” he paused to take a sigh, “you were not meant to be my successor yet. Your father would have taken my crown, and with time… then eventually you.” Namjoon looked at him confused, the adult’s words were too convoluted to understand. 

“But Seokjin hyung? He’s my older brother. He deserves to be king right?” 

His grandfather shook his head, “Don’t worry Namjoon-ah, it’ll all make sense when you’re older.” 

It would eventually. Seokjin had refused to become the next king of the jade, wanting instead to practice law. Work for the prosecutions office and lead as straight of a life as he could, on the right side of the law. Seokjin never shied away from his family responsibilities and even chose to wear his jade earrings and a jade ring but the mafia side… the gangs he could do without. 

And so Namjoon did study, knowing the crown would fall on his head. He went to his regular schooling but afterwards, he dedicated his time to his tutors. As every jade student did. He learned to hone the magic of his jade, the strength it brought, the speed. And the ability to perceive others, their emotions. 

Namjoon was terrified this meant everyone would be able to read what he was feeling at all times. His grandfather reassured him, “Nonsense. When you practice enough, you’ll be able to build a wall around you. Only letting it fall for your loved ones.” Namjoon, a teenager now, wrinkled his nose at the thought of love. 

Namjoon studied and practiced and sparred to become the best student of his class. He met Taehyung and Hobi, his best friends. Was introduced to Yoongi and Jimin. He loved them dearly, and could not imagine his life without them.

He was under constant pressure, trying to prove himself again and again that he could lead his family. He could add to the Kim legacy. It was all up to him. 

Until Jeon Jungkook arrived at the Kim estate. 

****

“I just don’t understand why you won’t tell me Tae-ah,” Namjoon whined, dragging his feet. “I hate being blindsided.” 

“I know bits and pieces hyung, you deserve the whole truth.” 

Namjoon grumbled and continued to walk down the hallway, passing several bedrooms and libraries on his way to the master staircase. Just as they arrived to travel down, they heard footsteps and—Jungkook stomped his way up. Jimin was at his side.

“Behave hyung,” Taehyung whispered. 

“Hello Taehyungie,” Jungkook said brightly, a real smile on his face. It flickered and faltered when his eyes landed on Namjoon. “Oh, hello Namjoon hyung.” Now his voice was taunting, devoid of the warmth it had moments before. 

“Jungkook-ah,” Namjoon crooned, knowing Jungkook hated being referred to as younger than Namjoon. 

They stared each other down, smiles cold and tight. 

Jungkook’s eyes scanned his face and they landed on Namjoon’s cut lip, “Ouch. That looks like it hurts.” Namjoon shrugged. “Pity, they should have hit you harder.”

“Jungkook,” Jimin hissed. 

Namjoon’s smile widened, knowing their false niceties could be dropped. “Yes, well, they put up a real fight Jungkook. But you wouldn’t know anything about that. Last time we fought, I hit you so hard you fainted like a child.” 

“Oh god,” Taehyung groaned under his breath.

Jungkook’s smile dropped, “Fuck you,” he bit out. 

Namjoon slowly clapped, “Awesome comeback Jungkook. You’re so smart, has anybody told you that before? I’d hate to be the first one.” 

Jungkook narrowed his eyes and stepped forward, fists clenching at his side. Namjoon knew he would like nothing more than to choke him unconscious. Jimin quickly put a hand up to stop him. 

“Somebody needs to punch you right in the face,” Jungkook hissed instead, “I’d gladly volunteer to do it Kim-jen.” 

Namjoon scoffed, pushing his way past Jungkook and shouldering him—hard. He muttered a “Bye Jiminie,” to the other. 

“Feel free to trip and hit your head on a side table Jeon-jen,“ he called over his shoulder, walking down the stairs. Taehyung shook his head in disapproval. 

“Not before you fall and break your neck,” Jungkook called back. He heard Jimin murmur, “Enough Jungkook.” 

****

Namjoon met Jungkook at the age of 15. He had just finished his daily exercises when his grandfather called him into his study. Namjoon stepped inside and he realized they were not alone. 

“Namjoon come sit down,” his grandfather told him from behind his desk. There was his grandfather’s Right sitting on the chair and a young boy perched on the couch. His back was ramrod straight and Namjoon slightly Perceived him to be nervous. 

Han Seoyeon was Kim Sooho’s Right. As a Kim’s Right, it meant he was in charge of all those wearing jade for the purpose of fighting and keeping the peace. Their knives belonged to the Right and the Right belonged to the king. 

A Kim’s Left was his advisor, his most trusted voice and council. They were the ones who not only knew the political scene of the island but also any upcoming dangers or advantages that could be seized. 

Namjoon bowed slightly to Seoyeon and moved to sit next to the young boy. The other blushed and tilted his head down, in respect. 

“Namjoon meet Jeon Jungkook,” his grandfather started again, “son of Jeon Dusik.” His head whipped to Jungkook in recognition. 

Jeon Dusik was one of his father’s oldest friends, since childhood. He was his father’s best man when Namjoon’s parents wed. 

“Jungkook-ssi, it's an honor,” Namjoon said earnestly, and added, “I’m so—so sorry for your loss.” 

Jungkook’s parents had both passed away recently. His father died during a robbery gone wrong, protecting an innocent shopkeeper. His mother soon after… some say of a broken heart. 

Jeon Dusik’s killer was apprehended and dealt with, by Kim Sooho himself. The Council had no choice but to turn the other cheek, as custom intended them to.

Jungkook nodded at the condolences, “Thank you Kim-jen.” His voice was light, sweet. But it cracked at the end and Namjoon realized with a start he could Perceive the clear sadness and devastation Jungkook harbored as well. 

“Seoyeon brought him here for my approval,” his grandfather continued, “to be trained and to study as a member of the Kim pack, alongside you and your classmates.” Namjoon’s face must have been confused at how young Jungkook looked so his grandfather clarified, “Yes, he’s 3 years your minor. He will be a bit behind but your tutors would have no qualms with assisting you both.” 

He paused and leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, “What do you think?”

Namjoon took a moment. He thought for a second but concluded there would be no harm. Jungkook looked nice enough, if not a bit shy. Plus, their fathers were almost like brothers, as close as two people can be. 

His succession was almost guaranteed and there would be no questioning it. 

Namjoon dreams he could go back in time and shake his younger self for the unsuspecting thoughts. 

He’s going to take everything from you, you fool, he wishes he could tell himself. 

But at the time, Namjoon simply nodded and agreed. He would not object to Jungkook being brought in. 

An emotion flashed over his grandfather’s eyes before it flitted away, too quick for Namjoon to pinpoint what it was. 

“Then it’s settled,” his grandfather said, standing up. “Thank you Seoyeon for bringing the boy under your protection. Dusik would have been glad to know you are caring for him.” 

He moved to stand before Jungkook and said sternly, “Jungkook look at me.” 

Jungkook’s eyes travelled up and his hair hung like curtains over them. Something foreign settled into Namjoon’s chest. Jungkook looked so young and sad, Namjoon just wanted to wrap an arm over his shoulder and reassure him everything would be okay. 

“You are a jen now,” his grandfather’s voice echoed around the room. “You have been welcomed into our pack, as a recognition of the love and respect your father and my son had for one another. You will hold the honors and esteem that the Kim name brings.”

“Thank you Kim-jen,” Jungkook said, earnestly but with a tinge of nerves. “I’ll do everything to make sure I never tarnish my family name—or yours. Or yours,” his eyes flashed to Seoyeon and Namjoon could Perceive the gratefulness there.

Kim Sooho nodded and his eyes scanned Jungkook’s face and ears, his neck and hands. His tongue clicked, “Seoyeon will take you down to the treasury so you can pick out your jade. Your studies start next week.” 

It seemed inevitable for Jungkook and Namjoon to become friends… close. 

Jungkook joined all of Namjoon’s lessons with Taehyung, Hobi, Jimin, and Yoongi. The 6 of them practiced their sparring, endurance, how to keep their emotions reigned in. It was nice, seeing Jungkook slowly open up and welcome the rest of them in. 

Years passed and slowly, they all formed one group. Going to restaurants after practice, teenagers awkward and gangly but loving being with one another. They became friends—true friends. Seokjin would join them when he could and he too fell in love with little Jungkook. 

It also seemed inevitable for Jungkook and Namjoon to… gain feelings for one another. 

Namjoon was 21, Jungkook 18 and the pair were best friends. They did everything together. Daily patrols, morning runs, spent every minute of their free time together. 

Jungkook understood Namjoon in ways no one else did. 

“You like him,” Jimin would tease him, mischief alight in his eyes. 

“Stop,” Namjoon would mutter, pushing him slightly. “He doesn’t like me like that.” He hoped Jimin didn’t catch his reluctance to reject the idea that he didn’t feel that way for Jungkook. 

But of course it didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Tell him hyung,” Jimin said, voice now softer, “trust me. There’s not a world out there where Jeon Jungkook rejects you.” 

Those words spurred something in him. Namjoon became more tactile with Jungkook, holding his hand whenever he could, always walking with a hand on his lower back. Jungkook was delighted, face beaming with happiness once he caught on to what Namjoon was doing. 

Jungkook became Namjoon’s person. Whenever his grandfather asked too much of him, whenever others pushed him too far, the only voice Namjoon wanted to hear was Jungkook’s. He would help Namjoon, talk him off the imaginary cliff Namjoon’s mind led him to. One of self-doubt, feeling worthless and like a failure. Jungkook would always insist Namjoon is anything but. In those moments, Namjoon felt like the leader Jungkook held him as. 

Namjoon just loved being around Jungkook. The youngest was so good. His life was trifled with so much sorrow and death, same as Namjoon’s. But Jungkook didn’t let that deter him. He worked just as hard, just as much. He was dutiful in his training and studies, knowing that even though he was a jen, respect was still earned not owed. Namjoon always observed his grandfather look at Jungkook with pride and his heart would swell to double the size. 

Stupid stupid stupid, an older Namjoon would curse, thinking back to this time. 

They shared their first kiss on a Saturday night. Namjoon was now 22, Jungkook 19. 

Namjoon offered to walk Jungkook home after a group dinner. Their friends cat-called and crowed. 

“I’m expecting you home soon Namjoon-ah,” Seokjin teased over everyone’s laughter. 

“We want our Jungkookie’s honor pure and intact, understood hyung,” Taehyung called back mid-giggles. 

“You’re all so embarrassing,” Jungkook whined, covering his red ears with his hands. 

“Ignore him baby,” Namjoon whispered, turning them both around to start walking the other way.  

Baby was a brand new occurrence for them, but they both loved it. 

Namjoon reached for Jungkook’s hand and Jungkook smiled, eyes crinkling. 

It was a beautiful night, the distant sounds of Seoul rolling in around them. Their pathway was illuminated by street lights, the yellow flickers adding a melancholy ambience. 

Jungkook still lived in Seoyeon’s estate, the two becoming so close by now Jungkook considered the Kim’s Right as a father. 

It was close, not much of a walk. But Namjoon loved it. His mind always ran a mile a second, his thoughts overlapping and crashing into one another like waves of an ocean on a stormy day. But when he was with Jungkook everything whited out, his brain finally giving him a break. 

They stood in front of the gate and Jungkook turned to look at him, his doe eyes shining so bright it hurt Namjoon’s heart. 

Good, he thought, Jungkook is so good.

He seemed to be waiting for Namjoon to say something, do something. 

His eyebrows furrowed the longer they waited, disappointed in a way. 

“Well,” he started, “thank you for walking me home Nam—oh.”

Namjoon reached down and kissed him, mid word. He gasped right into Namjoon’s mouth before kissing him back. 

Jungkook’s lips were as soft as Namjoon expected them to be. He felt butterflies explode into his stomach, Jungkook moving closer and angling his head back. Wanting more of Namjoon. 

They kissed for so long Namjoon half-expected Seoyeon to come out, knives ready. 

The pair finally broke apart, panting. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that forever,” Namjoon said, smiling so hard he was sure his dimples were out. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that forever,” Jungkook joked, giggles escaping him. 

It was perfect, they exchanged a few more kisses until Jungkook had to go back inside. 

From then on, they never labeled it but they knew they only wanted each other. Their friends made their lives a living hell with the amount of teasing they had to endure. 

But it was worth it. 

2 months before everything went to shit, Jungkook slept over at the Kim estate. 

It was necessary, the pair were traveling to a nearby Province for the weekend to assist in some border disputes. 

Naturally, they shared a bed. Cuddling and spooning that’s it, Jungkook made Namjoon promise. 

“Cross my heart and all that baby,” Namjoon teased, pecking kisses over his face. 

“You’re getting big and buff hyung but I can still take you,” Jungkook joked back, Namjoon giggling and playfully biting his neck. 

It was everything Namjoon wanted it to be. They lounged around Namjoon’s bed, Namjoon with a book in hand and Jungkook doodling something in his sketchbook. They grew tired and made out for a bit before Jungkook turned to his side. Namjoon sliding in right behind him, arms coming around his waist to hold the youngest close to him. After turning off the lights, the moonlight illuminated the bedroom. 

They dozed off, but it wasn’t long before Namjoon was startled awake. Jungkook was shaking in his arms, whimpering. 

A nightmare. 

“Hey,” Namjoon whispered, arms holding Jungkook tighter, “hey baby. Wake up. It’s okay baby, just wake up.” 

Jungkook woke with a start. He turned around quickly and faced Namjoon. Within seconds he burst into tears. 

Namjoon just held him and buried him closer to his chest, letting Jungkook cry it all out. 

He had never seen Jungkook cry before, not like this. 

Once Jungkook’s sobs quieted down to sniffles, the younger broke apart slightly and glanced up. 

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispered, red glistening red. 

“No,” Namjoon shook his head, “don’t apologize baby. You had a bad dream. There’s nothing to feel sorry about.” 

Namjoon wanted to ask how often he got them. Namjoon slightly Perceived the nerves rolling off Jungkook. 

“I get them every few days,” Jungkook said quietly, answering the question lingering in the air. “It’s the same thing over and over again. My parents dying, and then—losing this. You, Seoyeon, my jade, this family.” He took a deep breath in and buried his face in Namjoon’s neck, “Sometimes I don’t know why you’re with me.”

Namjoon jolted at that. “Hey,” he pushed Jungkook back, wanting to see his eyes, “hey baby look at me.” Jungkook whined but dislodged himself. Namjoon wanted to coo at the teardrops glistening Jungkook’s eyelashes, his doe eyes looking exceptionally huge and vulnerable. 

“Jungkook, you'll never lose me. Or the pack. I’ll never leave you.” 

“Do you promise?”

Namjoon placed soft kisses underneath Jungkook’s eyes, where tears were still slowly dropping. “Of course baby I promise. You’re everything I’ve been looking for. You’re so sweet and smart. Hardworking and strong. Having you in my life has made my life better. When I’m with you—I’m not Kim-jen. I’m just Kim Namjoon.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook whined, a smile daring to eclipse his frown. 

“It’s true. Being—being who I am in my position… I never thought I would find somebody for me. There would never be any time or space in my life. It’s a very lonely way to live.” He leaned forward and kissed Jungkook, “I asked the gods for guidance and you were their answer baby.” Namjoon whispered. 

Namjoon sat up suddenly, “Let me give you something.” 

Jungkook sat up as well, jostled and looking confused. 

Namjoon reached over to his bedside table and opened his drawer. He pulled out a silver chain, dainty. There was a singular jade at the end and the way it was cut, it looked like a heart. 

“Here,” he told Jungkook, handing the necklace over. Jungkook took it confused. “This was my mother’s. My father gave it to her on their wedding day.” 

Jungkook’s mouth dropped and he tried to give it back, “No. Absolutely not hyung. Take it back, I can’t. This is yours.” 

Namjoon refused, instead placing his hands over Jungkook’s. “Baby I want you to have it. My parents would have loved you.” Jungkook whined at his words. 

Namjoon wished he could have the guts to tell Jungkook he loved him. He was in love with him. 

Future Namjoon was so glad he never told Jungkook. 

But during that night, at that time, Jungkook merely nodded and asked Namjoon to put it on him. Which Namjoon gladly did. 

After, Namjoon could tell things had shifted. Their friends did as well. Seokjin did a double take when he saw Jungkook wearing their mother’s heart necklace but he grinned nonetheless. He whispered something to Jungkook and the younger one blushed. It sounded suspiciously like “Welcome to the family,” but Namjoon chose to ignore it. He loved that Jungkook was wearing something of his, his possessive nature reveling in Jungkook being his. 

When Namjoon’s grandmother was still alive, she was Kim Sooho’s partner in every way. His grandmother was a fearsome warrior, a high ranking official under Seoyeon. But she was also Kim Sooho’s wife, his equal. She was there to remind him that being king is not only about politics and strength but compassion and empathy as well. 

Jungkook started becoming that for Namjoon. Reminding him whenever he could that whatever Namjoon did would affect hundreds across the island. Namjoon knew it was only a matter of time until he approached his grandfather and asked for his approval in making Jungkook his partner, his consort in ruling the jade kingdom. 

But Kim Sooho must have picked up on something. Because when he called Jungkook and Namjoon in on a rainy April morning, Namjoon’s old life was over. 

Future Namjoon would look back on this and wonder what would have happened if instead of joining his grandfather, he grabbed Jungkook and they fled. Somewhere, elsewhere, anywhere. 

But they’ll never know. Because what actually did happen… was Kim Sooho telling Jungkook and Namjoon that Namjoon was no longer the given successor for the jade kingdom. No, now there was a decision that he had to make: Namjoon or Jungkook. 

“What,” Namjoon croaked, his head spinning. 

“Kim-jen,” Jungkook pleaded, looking frantic, “I don’t want this. I never—I never asked for this. Hyung, I never asked for this.” He had turned to Namjoon, pleading that the other believe him. 

Kim Sooho raised his hand, “Enough. It’s not about what you want, Jungkook. It’s what is good for this pack. And you both are. These past few years I’ve seen you both, observed you two. And you both bring something special. You both can command armies, your men follow you blindly. You both know how to work the politics, make strategies. And,” he paused, “you’re both at equal strength for your jade and fighting abilities.”

Namjoon couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Jungkook kept shaking his head. 

“I said enough Jungkook.” 

“There’s nothing I can do to change your mind?” Namjoon asked one last time, ignoring Jungkook. His voice was strong but he could feel his entire body grow numb, his palms sweating. He felt woozy, a slight ringing in his ear. He quickly made sure his walls were up so neither his grandfather nor Jungkook could Perceive him. 

“No,” his grandfather responded simply, voice leaving no room for arguments. 

Namjoon nodded and that was that. His whole future, the one thing he wanted and worked years for. Possibly gone. 

What would his father think of him? 

“Who is your Right and Left as of this moment Namjoon?”

Namjoon swallowed and answered, wishing he could leave, “Taehyung. And Hoseok.” 

His grandfather nodded, “And you Jungkook?”

“I don’t—I haven’t thought—”

“Tell me.”

Jungkook took a deep breath in and Namjoon noticed out of the corner of his eye, his hands were shaking. “Yoongi. And Jimin.” 

Namjoon internally approved, they were good candidates. 

“Fine, that’s fine.” 

“What happens now grandfather?” Namjoon asked, trying to steel his voice. 

“Now… Now I observe both of you. No longer just as candidates but as worthy successors. Now, I decide who will step up when I leave.” 

Namjoon forgot whatever else was said, his brain so filled with thoughts and noise he felt nauseous. 

He stumbled up and out of the room when his grandfather dismissed them. 

“Namjoon hyung,” Jungkook called out for him when Namjoon turned the other way, leaving Jungkook hovering in the hallway. “Please can we talk?” Namjoon’s heart hurt at how worried Jungkook sounded, the tone in his words were pleading. Almost in a desperate way. 

Future Namjoon wondered if Jungkook that day knew things would never be the same.

“I need some time,” Namjoon had responded, steps coming quicker, “alone.” He couldn’t even look at Jungkook. At the necklace Jungkook wore, not once taking it off since Namjoon gifted it to him. 

As Namjoon kept walking, the space between them growing wider and wider, he couldn’t help but think if this was a foreshadow for what was to come. 

It was. 

Namjoon knew he shouldn’t have treated Jungkook as badly as he did following his grandfather’s surprise but he couldn’t help himself. He was hurt, confused, and if he was honest—a bit jealous. 

But instead of speaking to his… boyfriend? Partner? Best friend? Namjoon chose to slowly pull away, ice him out. No longer sharing kisses, rather turning his head when Jungkook leaned forward. Subtly shifting his hands so Jungkook couldn’t hold them. Cancelling their plans and only seeing him whenever they would go out as a group. 

Each time Namjoon did this, he could see the pain in Jungkook’s eyes. 

“Yah what’s wrong with you,” Yoongi grumbled, both of them sitting side by side in one of the practice rooms in the Kim estate. They had just finished sparring, Yoongi narrowly beating Namjoon by throwing a killer right hook. 

“Nothing,” Namjoon mumbled, taking another swig of water. “Don’t worry about it hyung.”

Yoongi  shook his head, “How can I not worry Joon-ah. You look like you have a permanent dark cloud following you around everywhere. Jungkook looks as if he’s a second from crying every time I see him.”

Namjoon stayed silent. 

“All I’m saying,” Yoongi sighed, getting up, “is if you have any feelings for Jungkook… you would break things off instead of leaving him in the ether like this.” 

Namjoon was aware they all knew of the new predicament… others started knowing as well. They no longer just sought Namjoon’s approval in acting but went to Jungkook too. 

“I won’t even ask when was the last time you talked to him,” Yoongi said under his breath. 

Namjoon missed Jungkook so much it physically pained him. There was a noticeable space in Namjoon’s life without Jungkook. 

It all came to a head the following week.

The 7 of them were practicing, harmless matches just for fun. Even Seokjin joined, coming to visit on his days off from school. The training room was bathed in sunlight, the window open to let the spring air in. 

“I win,” Jimin sang, dancing around Taehyung’s sprawled body on the floor. 

“He let you win hyung,” Jungkook laughed, “you saw how Tae hyung took down Yoongi hyung in 2 seconds.” 

“Yah,” Yoongi grumbled, lip jutting out in a pout. Hobi and Jimin cooed over how adorable he looked. 

“I still won,” Jimin crossed his arms in defiance. 

“Yes you did, Min,” Taehyung agreed, nodding vigorously. “Wonderful punches you threw. Very scary.” 

“Okay my turn,” Namjoon rolled his eyes fondly at the pair. “Who’s up?” He turned to Jin, knowing his brother would ‘fight’ him next. 

Instead, he heard a “Me” from behind him. 

Jungkook took off the towel slung around his neck, coming closer. 

Namjoon’s face sobered and he nodded, silent. The others watched in worry. 

Namjoon and Jungkook faced off, bowing to each other before taking the correct stance. 

It felt weird, somehow. 

They started off okay, throwing easy punches. Each one was easy to deflect, harmless. Jungkook would swing and aim for Namjoon’s chest and Namjoon would bring up a forearm to swat it. On and on it went. 

Until they stopped pulling their punches. 

To this day, Namjoon still doesn’t know who started it. All of a sudden, Namjoon’s punches to Jungkook’s abdomen were landing—hard. Jungkook was no longer just trying to graze Namjoon’s face but actively attempting to cause harm. 

“Guys,” Hobi tried to call them, “let’s cool it yeah?”

Neither listened. 

Namjoon could read Jungkook better than anyone and he could see the clear anger growing in his eyes. He only figured the same expression was mirrored on his face. 

Jungkook was wearing just as much jade as he was so the punches the two were throwing were flying so quickly, Namjoon imagined they looked like blurs. 

Jungkook landed one especially hard one on Namjoon’s face, right on his nose. Namjoon fell down, face burning in pain. Blood trickled down onto his lips, copper exploding in Namjoon’s mouth. 

His head ringing, he could make out Taehyung’s face leaning over him. 

“Namjoon hyung I’m so sorry—”

Jungkook didn’t get a chance to finish before Namjoon pushed Taehyung out of the way and sprang up. He tackled Jungkook to the floor. 

Jungkook’s breath came out in a groan, Namjoon straddling him and laying punch after punch to his face. Cheeks, forehead, nose, nothing escaped Namjoon’s wrath. 

Before anybody could react though, Jungkook got his wits and flipped the two around. They wrestled on the floor, trying to get the other pinned down. Namjoon stopped being able to tell what was his blood and what was Jungkook’s. From what he could tell, Namjoon had split open Jungkook’s lip and cheekbone. 

“Enough,” Seokjin yelled, and grabbed both of their shoulders, pulling them apart. Namjoon could feel Jin’s jade coursing through his brother’s body because Namjoon and Jungkook went flying, hitting the other side of the opposite walls. 

Namjoon slumped forward on all fours, trying to catch his breath. He could see drops of blood pouring freely onto the bamboo floor. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you two,” Taehyung exclaimed. Namjoon looked up and saw he was hunched over Jungkook inspecting his injuries. As far as Namjoon could see, Jungkook’s face was also covered in blood. His lower lip was starting to swell. 

“Fuck you,” Namjoon panted, staring right at Jungkook hoping he could tell exactly what Namjoon was feeling. 

“I can’t fucking stand you,” Jungkook said, voice filled with the same amount of venom. His chest was heaving. “You can’t even look me in the eyes and break up with me properly, you fucking coward.” His voice cracked at the end and his emotional walls fell. Namjoon was hit with Jungkook’s anger but also wave after wave of… heartbreak.

Namjoon pushed Hobi and Jimin off of him and walked away, leaving the room and ignoring everybody else’s calls. 

Fuck him, Namjoon thought again. I don’t need him. It’s my birthright to be king. I won’t let him take it from me.

Namjoon’s traitorous brain reminded him of Jungkook’s smiles, his kisses, his hugs. 

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the visions. 

You were a child Namjoon, he told himself, a child with a summer love. It’s time to be an adult.

Because when it came down to it… if he had to choose between the Kim legacy or Jungkook… Jungkook would lose. 

It’s better to hate him, Namjoon convinced himself, than to let him distract you. Prove to your grandfather you are meant to wear his crown.

Namjoon could survive losing Jungkook. Worse things have happened in his life. 

The next day, Namjoon returned to his room after his daily patrol and found a small package on the floor. He picked it up and opened it. 

The heart necklace. 

Underneath, there was a note sprawled in Jungkook’s writing:

‘You broke your promise.’

Now, it was over. Now… Namjoon had officially lost him. 

He ripped the note into tiny pieces and stuffed the necklace into the back of his closet. 

****
“You shouldn’t antagonize Jungkook, hyung,” Taehyung chided. 

“He’s just being a baby because I beat him,” Namjoon scoffed. “He’s a child. He can’t even lose properly, you saw.” 

2 days ago Namjoon and Jungkook were sparring. There was a rule implemented where the two could not practice alone. At 26 and 23, the pair were at their prime of physiques and could cause serious injuries to the other. 

The one time they were alone, Namjoon broke his wrist and Jungkook rolled his ankle. 

Taehyung was overlooking their match this time, stepping in when things got too heated. 

It started off innocent… or as innocent as it could be for the two of them. 

Just as always, Namjoon did not know who escalated things. Just that one second, their hands were empty and in the next, the pair had brandished their knives. 7 inches long, with jades encrusted into the hilts. 

“Oh absolutely fucking not,” Taehyung said, trying to get them to stop. 

But it was too late. 

They fought now with purpose, rejuvenated by the new addition. 

Jungkook punched Namjoon in the right cheek and Namjoon’s face snapped to the left. Within a second, Jungkook flipped his knife to his right hand and slashed Namjoon’s bicep. Pain flared in his right arm, the warm blood leaking furiously down onto the floor. 

Like a snake, Namjoon snapped forward and sliced Jungkook’s cheek. 

“Kim Namjoon,” Taehyung yelled. 

Jungkook’s face looked downright murderous but before he could do something, Namjoon swept him off his feet. Jungkook landed hard, his head hitting the floor with a loud thunk. 

His eyes closed. He looked dead, but Namjoon could Perceive his faint pulse. 

Namjoon snorted. 

“Namjoon hyung I can’t even look at you,” Taehyung scolded, rushing over to check on Jungkook. As he knelt down, Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open. 

“He’s fine,” Namjoon said sarcastically, turning around to leave. “Baby just fainted from the stress.” 

He moved to open the door when something went flying by his head, so close to his cheek it grazed his flesh. 

Jungkook had thrown his knife directly at Namjoon’s head. He wasn’t sure if Jungkook meant to miss or he hadn’t, and it was a possible concussion affecting his brain. Namjoon couldn’t decide which was worse.

Namjoon whirled around to face the pair, Jungkook now on his elbows. “You’re such a little bitch,” Jungkook taunted, his face mean and cold. 

“Yeah?” Namjoon said, eyebrows raised. He could be mean too. “And you’d still beg me to fuck you.” 

Taehyung had to physically restrain Jungkook from getting up. 

“Says the one who literally sent him to the hospital,” Taehyung reminded him, “have some compassion hyung.” 

They reached the bottom of the staircase and made their way across the foyer and living room to the directions of the main library. Taehyung was leading the way. 

There was a guard standing outside the room, his name escaping Namjoon. But Taehyung must have known him because he saluted Namjoon and Taehyung, his smile brightening when he saw the younger. 

Namjoon couldn’t have chosen a better Right. Their fighters were loyal—almost to a fault—to Taehyung, in the same manner they were for Seoyeon. 

They also equally respected Yoongi, Jungkook’s Right. 

“Hyu—Kim-jen,” Taehyung corrected himself, addressing Namjoon, “Hoseok-ssi is waiting for us inside.”

Namjoon nodded and the guard opened the door for them. 

In the presence of others, his friends didn’t use the honorific with Namjoon. They had to properly call him by his official title ‘Kim jen.’ 

The library was massive, wall to ceiling bookcases encompassing every corner of the room. There was a fireplace off to the side, plushy arm chairs surrounding it. There was also an oak desk opposite it, a place for his grandfather to host his guests. 

Hobi was sitting in the love seat near it, back straight and reading some papers. 

“Grandfather,” Namjoon said, bowing his head in respect. His grandfather beckoned him to sit. 

“Kim-jen,” Taehyung greeted, bowing as well before moving to sit next to him. 

“Hello Kim-jen,” Hobi smiled, greeting Namjoon. Namjoon smiled back and felt better knowing he had Taehyung and Hobi surrounding him. 

“I was told this is urgent grandfather,” Namjoon started. 

Kim Soohoo reached out and handed Namjoon a newspaper. Namjoon leaned forward and took it. 

“Elections are over. He won,” his grandfather simply told him. 

Namjoon sat back and scanned the news, seeing Kang Sehyun won as the new Force Commander of the island. His smiling face was splashed over the front page, surrounded by crowds holding up signs in his support. 

“It’s bad,” Hobi murmured over his shoulder. 

The role of Force Commander meant they were in charge of the police force of all 5 Provinces, a role rotated out every 3 years.

The Kim pack had an understanding with the Council. In turn, they had an understanding with the Commander. They submitted when the Kims asserted their dominance, jade business only should be dealt by those wearing jade. 

The Kims business was jade. The selling, the buying, and the control of it. 

Murders, robberies, assaults, rapes, any crime that involved a soldier wearing jade was not turned over to the island’s police force. Once the police picked up the perpetrator, they dropped them off at the Kim estate to be punished. 

It’s been this way since the time of Kim Jeongnim. 

Until this new candidate emerged, Kang Sehyun. A man of 35 years, high ranking commander who apparently was feared among his colleagues. 

Sehyun campaigned on the promise that all crimes committed on the island would be dealt with by the proper authorities. 

“Kim’s thugs do not get a pass to circumvent the law simply because they wear pretty jewels,” he asserted in his public speeches. “They must allow us to do our job and bring all criminals to justice or they too will suffer the consequences of their actions. This—this mafia living among you will not bully us into submission. They are not above you. Don’t let them be.”

Namjoon was astounded at his gall. 

Kim Sooho had tried to fund his opponent, a man more likely to follow customary practices. 

But today… they lost. 

“So what does this mean,” Namjoon steeled himself, reverting back to his role as leader. 

Namjoon’s grandfather leaned back in his chair, face pensive. 

“Now we must make sure everybody knows we are still in charge.”

Namjoon nodded and he could feel Taehyung and Hobi next to him sit taller, awaiting their instructions. 

“I’m to meet with the Assembly today but instead I’m sending you and Jungkook.” 

Namjoon bit his tongue to reign in his groan. He hated going places with Jungkook, it just resulted in fights and childish bickering. 

The Assembly was the Kims version of the Council. The 5 Provinces of Korea were the North, South, West, East, and Seoul. They also held their own group of jade soldiers with their own hierarchies but pledged their loyalties to the Kim pack. Each jade general of the controlling gang from the Province sat in the Assembly. 

“We have to make sure the Assembly understands we are still in power Namjoon,” his grandfather instructed him seriously, “Their confidence in our strength cannot be swayed. If they have doubts, then we will have chaos. Understand?” 

Namjoon nodded. 

“Good. Taehyung-ssi,” Kim Sooho turned to him next, “I need you to meet with Yoongi-ssi. You will go and speak to our forces. Inform them that right now, we don’t know exactly how the police will react to this new change of policy. They could be aggressive but they also could ignore it. You must go and tell them not to engage. Touch base with Seoyeon after.”

Taehyung nodded. 

“And Hoseok-ssi,” he continued, “You are to join Jimin-ssi. I need to know everything about this new Commander. I also need to know what the loyalties of the Council are, if they have any connections with him. You two will come up with back up plans, anything I need to say or do in case we are to be… attacked. Jungwoo will instruct you both next.” Jungwoo was Kim Sooho’s Left. 

Hobi nodded. 

Kim Sooho stayed silent, eyes scanning the trio in front of him. 

“Namjoon,” his grandfather finally said, “there’s one more thing. Taehyung and Hoseok will report to you as well. Jimin and Yoongi will do the same with Jungkook. You both will come to me and present a strategy on how to proceed.” He paused and Namjoon could see something in his eyes, akin to… sympathy? “This is your final test Namjoon. Yours and Jungkook’s.”

Namjoon felt a blow to his stomach. 

“What?” Namjoon asked hoarsely. 

His grandfather nodded, “This can be an extremely volatile situation. It will test who can steer our family through this. I’ve seen enough up until now, I cannot suspend my decision any further.”

Namjoon’s heart beat faster and he had to work harder to keep his emotional walls up. 

“The meeting will be in our factory across the street from the Twice Lucky. You will leave within the hour.”

Namjoon had no choice but to get up silently when they were dismissed. 

Namjoon turned to the guard as they stepped outside the door. 

“I need you or somebody to go inform Jeon-jen I will meet him in the front in 30 minutes.” 

The guard nodded and bowed, “It shall be done Kim-jen.” He brought his phone out and made the call. 

Namjoon beckoned the other two to follow him up to his study on the third floor. 

The pair followed Namjoon wordlessly, letting him sort through his thoughts. Another bombshell. 

Namjoon went to sit behind his desk. He had a few photos littering around his desk. One of his parents, one of his parents with him and Seokjin. And finally one of him with his friends. It was taken years ago. When… Jungkook and Namjoon were still… together?

Namjoon knew he should switch it out, his stomach hurting anytime he stared too long at it. 

He looked so happy. 

It was a group photo, Jimin taking the photo in self portrait mode. They all crowded around him, trying to fit in the frame. Namjoon was behind Jungkook, hooking his chin over the younger’s shoulder and arms around his stomach. Jungkook leaned his head against Namjoon’s, bunny smile in full force. 

Namjoon saw how close they were, wrapped around one another. His eyes scanned Jungkook’s face and made its way down to his neck. He was wearing the heart jade. 

Hobi cleared his throat and with a start Namjoon looked up to them. They looked at him knowingly, having observed his eyes fixated on Jungkook. 

“Should I—we can call Jungkook-ah hyung—” 

“No,” Namjoon snapped, cutting Taehyung off, “Stop Tae-ah. Let’s move on.” 

They stayed silent. 

Namjoon sighed, dragging his hand down his face. He was exhausted, he hadn’t even changed out of his workout clothes. Namjoon needed to wrap things up quickly here so he could at least go and make himself presentable.

“Forgive me Taehyung.” 

Taehyung waved his apology away, “No, forgive me hyung. That was inappropriate. We agreed to leave you and Jungkook’s… whatever in the past.” 

Namjoon nodded and swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. 

“Right, anyways. Tell me all I need to know about the Assembly. And our forces.”

45 minutes later and Namjoon was walking out the front door, newly changed in a suit and hair gelled back. He was adjusting his watch and trying to remember everything Hobi and Taehyung taught him. Who was more willing to be on his side and who was not. 

“Finally,” Jungkook called out, voice full of ire and sarcasm. “I’ve only been waiting here for the past 10 hours.”

Namjoon sighed and moved past him, opening the door and sliding in. He waited a minute and Jungkook opened the other door, climbing in next to him. 

“We’re ready,” Namjoon said tiredly to the driver who nodded. The car made its way down the long driveway, onto the main road. They were making their way into the heart of Seoul. 

“No, don’t mind me your majesty,” Jungkook continued, crossing his arms, “we all move on your time. Our lives revolve around you.”

“Tell me Jungkook,” Namjoon snapped, patience having worn out, “what have you been doing with your life recently, besides nothing?” 

“Oh fuck you—”

“Kim-jen,” the driver interrupted him, voice nervous. “Jeon-jen. I was given—uh—strict orders not to let you two fight. Or else I would have to—uh—call someone.”

Namjoon took a deep breath in and tried to shake his frustrations away. “It’s fine, we’re fine.” 

The driver nodded and focused back on the road. 

Namjoon snuck a look to Jungkook beside him. 

Jungkook was beautiful, as much as Namjoon hated to admit it. Strong jaw, the cutest nose. Namjoon saw he had added more piercings to his ears as well as his eyebrow and lip. The jade glittering underneath the streetlamps they drove under. 

His hair was midnight black, falling in waves framing his face. Jungkook was dressed simple, black dress shirt and black slacks. He moved slightly and through the few open buttons, Namjoon could see the jade Jungkook had embedded into his collarbone. A perverse declaration of his undying loyalty to the pack.

Namjoon remembers the look of pride Kim Sooho had on his face when he caught a first glimpse at it. A soldier who loved his jade so much he was willing to implant it right into his body. Namjoon punched a mirror after Jungkook’s show of display. 

He had needed 10 stitches on his knuckles. 

“If you can stop staring like a pervert I would appreciate it.”

Namjoon was shaken out of his thoughts and huffed, “Don’t flatter yourself.” 

“Asshole.”

“Bitch.”

Like a vipor, Jungkook’s hand came out to cuff him in the back of his head. It hurt and Namjoon had to take a few quick breaths to focus his eyes. 

He moved to lunge at Jungkook but the driver stopped him, “Please Kim-jen! Taehyung-ssi and Jimin-ssi have given me the authority to call your grandfather.”

Namjoon could tell he would rather do anything but. He settled back down on his seat. 

“Don’t fucking touch me again Jungkook,” Namjoon hissed, teeth clenching and fists aching to punch him in the face. 

Jungkook smirked but said nothing further. 

They drove for a bit more, and Namjoon could see Friday night in Seoul meant every person under the age of 40 was outside. He spotted a couple of his men outside of clubs and restaurants, and hoped there wouldn’t be too much trouble. 

Finally, the Twice Lucky appeared. The owner of the restaurant was a friend of Kim Jeongnim and so the establishment has been a loyal place for the Kims ever since. 

They parked in front of it and told the driver to come back later. 

“Remember,” Namjoon whispered to Jungkook as they crossed the street to the factory, “we’re just here to reassure them. Nothing more.”

“I know,” Jungkook huffed, holding the door open for Namjoon, “I’m not a child.”

“No, but you do act like one,” Namjoon shot back when he passed by. 

Jungkook elbowed him but Namjoon figured he deserved that. 

They made their way to the main floor and saw the table had been set up, the 5 generals waiting for them. 

East, South, West, North, Seoul. All had a place. 

Namjoon tried to remember everything that was told to him earlier in the evening. 

Seoul’s main source of profit was the businesses, the jade gangs having stocks and securities in all the major companies. They were the most loyal to the Kims. 

After, came West and North. West’s money came from the jade minings. Their province held the vast extracting areas where the precious green jewels were dug from the earth. Every operation was led by the jade gangs. In the North, the jade gangs were in charge of the manufacturing of textiles. The generals of the West and the North were loyal, not as blindly as Seoul, but would gladly fall on their sword for the Kims if it came to it. 

The South was the largest and the most fertile. The jade gangs there had a monopoly over the agriculture business. The South general was loyal to the Kims, never causing a problem. But if it came down to protecting their citizens or following the pack… it was a toss-up. And that was worrisome. 

Finally was the East. The only jade gang that had proved troublesome in recent years. They were a shipping and boating province. They controlled the ports of the island, their moneys coming from the tariffs and trades with the outside world. That also meant they were the most exposed to foreign influences. The East general had made it clear, they were to follow the Kims up until it stopped being beneficial for them. 

“Aren’t you scared hyung?” Jungkook had asked him one day, the two of them sprawled on the grass in the lawns of the Kim estate. Namjoon had explained exactly what the Kim’s empire was.

“Of what baby?” Namjoon responded, curling up next to Jungkook and placing a small kiss on the other’s shoulder. 

“You’re going to be in charge of so much, so many people,” Jungkook gasped lightly. 

Namjoon smiled and stuck his face in Jungkook’s neck, his sweet smell lulling Namjoon into comfort under the fading sunlight. 

“Are you scared I won’t be able to do it Kook-ah?”

Namjoon was suddenly flipped onto his back, Jungkook straddling him. He pinned Namjoon’s arms down, and his face was angry. His eyebrows furrowed. 

“No,” Jungkook lisped, voice also frustrated, “of course not. Don’t say that Joonie hyung. You’re going to be amazing.”

Namjoon giggled and reached up to kiss him. 

Jungkook let him before pulling back, “You’re just—you’re going to belong to so many people.” His voice lowered, and so did his eyes, “You won’t have time for me.”

Namjoon’s heart pulled at the sad tone Jungkook’s voice took. “Of course I will baby,” he said and flipped them over. He looked down at Jungkook and was taken in awe again by how much he could tell the younger liked him. “I’ll always have time for you.” He pulled Jungkook’s hand and held it over his heart, “At the end of the day, I’m yours before anybody else’s.”

The smile Jungkook gave him was worth it. 

“And I’m yours before anybody else’s,” Jungkook told him against his lips as he showered Namjoon with kisses. 

A lie, clearly. At least it was on both their parts. 

Namjoon knew Jungkook was given the same briefing as him so he hoped this would go as smoothly as possible. 

“Kim-jen, Jeon-jen,” the 5 generals said as the two approached the table. They got up and bowed deeply. 

“Gentlemen,” Namjoon started, moving to sit, “please. We won’t take up too much of your time.” 

“You all know why we’re here,” Jungkook said, settling down. “So, let’s hear it.”

The generals looked at each other. 

“Well,” the Southern general started, “we just… we have concerns. This… Kang Sehyun he seems very daunting. We’re unsure now on how to proceed.”

Namjoon nodded, leaning back, “Same as always. Except now with a bit more caution. We’re not aware yet if the police force is following Kang without any contentions or if there will be inner fighting. We’ll just take a backseat and see how things progress.”

“So you want us to hide. Like cowards,” the Eastern general commented, raising one of his eyebrows. 

Namjoon steeled his face, “We want you to be careful. If you want to endanger your men, then by all means do so. Just make sure you tell their families the Kims tried to save them.”

The Eastern general fell silent. 

“And will you protect us, if the police do follow him?” the Western general asked. 

“Of course,” Namjoon responded, knowing assurances was what they sought. 

“How,” the Eastern general was quick to ask. 

“We know how they operate. We have our white rats in their offices, their ranks. We have political allies who will be quick to side with us if things turn sideways. And we have secrets that they’d hate for them to come out,” Namjoon stressed. 

The generals didn’t respond and Namjoon could Perceive a slight sense of weariness. 

“We have our jade,” Jungkook interrupted, standing up. “We have powers their silly little guns cannot combat with. We have martial trained soldiers and hundreds of gangs across the island who are prepared to fight for the pack.”

That peaked their interest and Namjoon could see even the Eastern general was appeased. 

That was the difference between Namjoon and Jungkook. Namjoon took a while to decide, always wanting to play out a hundred different scenarios before choosing a correct plan. He believed he could bring strong men to kneel with both jade and politics. 

Jungkook was the opposite. He was all fire, a heart full of fight. He landed punches first and thought about the consequences after. Politics bored him to tears and he saw no advantage to it.

Namjoon was annoyed they seemed to trust Jungkook more at that moment. 

“Fine,” the Seoul general nodded, “we’ll play nice until further notice.” 

Namjoon snapped his fingers and gestured for one of the attendants to bring out a map of the island. For the remainder of the hour, the 7 of them went over the Provinces and located where all the known force bases were. And how many police were stationed there. 

“How’s your brother Kim-jen,” the Eastern general asked, genuine. Namjoon wanted to groan. How could he forget that Seokjin held all 5 generals in the palm of his hands. Before he abdicated and he was conducting his duties as successor, it seemed like every general and soldier was wrapped around Jin’s finger. 

“He’s fine,” Namjoon responded, “just great.”

“Still on the enemy’s side?” the Southern general asked, playful. 

“Still loyal to his family first and foremost,” Jungkook answered instead. The 5 generals nodded, proud. 

Namjoon had no questions that if Seokjin ever decided he wanted the throne (he would never but if he did), the pack would welcome him with open arms and bright smiles. 

He was exhausted when they finally dismissed the generals with a promise to keep in touch and left. He dragged his feet without argument when Jungkook suggested a quick meal at the Twice Lucky. 

They were sat quickly. The hostess bowing and the customers standing to show their respect. The pair were all smiles despite the hostility between them. 

Now at a booth, they both scanned the menu. 

“Our first date was here,” Jungkook said suddenly behind it. 

Namjoon’s head snapped up. He didn’t think Jungkook had remembered. 

He was so nervous, his palms were sweating and heart racing the entire night. He wanted Jungkook so badly. It wasn’t until the other told Namjoon just how scared he was as well that Namjoon was finally able to relax. It was fun, the pair eating and joking around. It was like their regular meet ups except this time Namjoon could reach over and hold his hand, planting soft kisses on Jungkook’s cheeks and lips. 

“Yeah,” Namjoon mumbled, remembering it all, “it was… nice.”

An emotion that Namjoon couldn’t decipher was displayed in Jungkook’s eyes, “Right. Nice.”

The waitress came and took their order. 

Once she left, Jungkook rounded on Namjoon, “You know, if you sometimes took your head out of your ass, our generals wouldn’t second guess you.”

“Oh here we fucking go,” Namjoon groaned, head tilting back onto the seat. 

“Not everything has to be the long game,” Jungkook criticized, “sometimes it is better that we have jade you know. You seem to forget that.” 

“God Jungkook,” Namjoon snapped, “at least I don’t go into everything half-assed. You have a brain you can use. You seem to forget that.” 

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed and with a mocking smile he said, “I think you’re too weak and you think I’m too dumb.” 

Namjoon smiled, “It seems like it.” 

Namjoon’s phone buzzed and he saw Taehyung texted him, Done with Yoongi hyung. Heading home. Meet up at your study? Jimin is still in the trenches with Hobi hyung.

Namjoon texted back his assent and stood up. He placed a couple of won on the table, “Duty calls or whatever. You can have my plate.” 

Jungkook snorted and took out of his own phone, nodding. 

Namjoon moved past him but at the last second, Jungkook put a foot out to stop him. 

“You’re more than what you give yourself credit for hyung.”

Namjoon was surprised. He didn’t remember the last time Jungkook had said anything nice to him. 

“Just thought I should remind you next time you fuck things up.” 

Namjoon scoffed and the awkwardness went away. 

“I hope somebody spits in your food.”

Jungkook’s laugh followed him out the door. 

Back at the Kim estate, it was dark. Everybody seemed to be out, either enjoying their weekends or doing something for his grandfather. 

Namjoon entered the house and made his way to the staircase and climbed it slowly, the day finally getting to him. 

He walked down the hallway and debated calling Taehyung to postpone this for tomorrow. 

Grandfather never took breaks, Namjoon reminded himself. 

He made it to his study and opened the door, hoping Taehyung was already here. 

He was.

In fact, so was Seokjin. 

Taehyung was straddling Jin on Namjoon’s couch, the two heavily making out. 

“Ew!” Namjoon yelled, hands coming up to cover his eyes. “Ew! What the fuck! Hyung! Taehyung!”

The two sprang apart and fixed their shirts. 

“You told me he was coming later baby,” Seokjin pouted, buttoning his dress shirt. 

“Baby?! Baby?” Namjoon shrieked, not believing what was happening. He pointed a finger to them, “You have a fucking hickey on your chest. And you hyung, you have a fucking bite mark on your throat.”

Seokjin groaned, “Baby I told you no marks, I have court tomorrow.”

Before Taehyung could respond, Namjoon shrieked again, “You’re wearing hyung’s ring! Why do you have hyung’s ring on? Hyung, why does he have your ring on?”

Taehyung was wearing Seokjin’s jade ring, the pretty one with the jewel sitting on the silver band like a flower. Namjoon almost fainted with relief when he saw it was on the younger’s right hand. 

“Because we’re going steady,” Taehyung crooned, fluttering his eyelids. 

“Oh god,” Namjoon said, in shock still, “I’m going to throw up. You both fucking told me you were ‘too busy’ for each other. That there ‘was no time’ to date.”

“We found time,” Taehyung pouted, grabbing Jin’s hand. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Namjoon groaned, eyes squeezed shut. 

“I wonder how he’s going to react when he finds out Jimin, Yoongi hyung, and Hobi hyung have been messing around,” Taehyung whispered to Jin, loud enough for Namjoon to hear. 

“Stop,” Namjoon begged, eyes springing open, “please stop. I can’t. Not right now.”

Taehyung and Jin held their hands up in peace. 

Namjoon slumped back onto his chair, “I don’t want to see or hear anything that you two do. For my own sake.” 

Seokjin stuck his tongue out, “Loser.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes. Before he could say anything, the phone rang. He picked it up.

“Hello—”

“Kim-jen I— it’s bad. It’s so bad,” the other voice babbled and interrupted Namjoon. 

“Slow down,” Namjoon said sharply. “I can’t understand what you’re telling me.” 

“He’s dead, he’s dead. We can’t- oh gods.”

“Who’s dead?” Namjoon demanded. He could tell from the corner of his eye that Jin and Taehyung had gotten up in alarm. They moved closer to listen to him. 

“Give me that—” Namjoon could hear someone take the phone away. “Forgive him Kim-jen. I didn’t know he was calling you.” He took a deep breath in, “Yun Hanlee is dead.” 

Namjoon sat down in shock. 

The Northern general. 

There was a slight ringing in his ears. 

“You’re— You’re his second correct?” 

“Yes.” 

Namjoon stood up and started pacing. “Fine. You’re now in charge. Tell me what happened.” He knew he was being rude but right now Namjoon did not give a damn. 

“We… we left the meeting and was heading home. We—we got pulled over. And we know you told us to stand down. So we stopped at the checkpoint.” 

“And?”

“We,” Namjoon could hear the man struggle with his words, “I— I’m not sure how it escalated. But we were trying to cooperate but the police they—they didn’t care. They started attacking us so we defended ourselves. We thought their orders would be to arrest us but—they shot my general dead.” 

Namjoon could feel a throbbing behind his eyes, the tellings a migraine. 

“Okay.” Namjoon stopped pacing and stood straight, “Secure the place. Don’t let anyone see.” 

“It’s too late. The—the news are here.” 

“Fuck,” Namjoon hissed. To Taehyung he directed sharply, “Turn on the news. Now.” 

Taehyung must have seen the urgency on his face because he didn’t ask any questions. He flicked the TV set on, flipping through the channels until he found the station. 

A woman was standing in front of police cars, the red and blue lights illuminating off her body. 

“As you can see behind me,” she said into the mic, “we had a brutal police face off between the police and jade soldiers. We can confirm that those deceased all hail from the Northern Province. There are also speculations that Yun Hanlee, a prominent figure, is among those dead. Kang Sehyun was newly elected—”

Seokjin took the remote from Taehyung and muted the TV. 

“Stay there until the bodies have been released to you. I want a list of all those dead so I can—I can go visit their families,” Namjoon instructed. 

“Of course Kim-jen, on my honor and on my jade it shall be done.” 

Namjoon hung up and planted both of his hands on his table, head hung in defeat. 

“Get Jimin and Hobi here now. I’ll feel better once everybody is under the same roof,” Namjoon told Taehyung who nodded. 

Before Namjoon could say anything further, his grandfather burst through the front door. Jungkook was right behind him. 

“Grandfather,” Jin started to say something but his attention was diverted back to what was on the screen. “Wait he’s speaking.” 

Kang Sehyun was holding a press conference. Jin unmuted the screen. 

“You’ve been elected just hours prior,” a man holding a notebook said, pen poised to take down the answer, “are you not afraid you may be acting too rashly?” 

“Absolutely not,” Kang Sehyun said calmly and his voice alone made Namjoon’s skin crawl. “I promised the people of Korea we will not stand by and let Kim and his thugs bulldoze our society. We have laws and anybody, no matter if they are wearing jade or not, who breaks the law will be dealt with. We gave Yun Hanlee a warning and now we give all those who wear jade a warning as well: Kim Sooho will not be able to protect you.” 

Dozens of hands went up, questions being shouted over one another. Jin muted the TV again. 

“Warned?” Namjoon asked. He could see the cold fury on his grandfather’s face. 

“That’s what I came to show you,” his grandfather said, stepping forward with Jungkook at his side. “One of the Northern soldiers dropped this off.” 

He held out a piece of paper to Namjoon. Namjoon took it and saw it was a playing card, an Ace of Spades. The symbol alone meant bad luck or death. But Namjoon flipped it over and saw there was a newspaper clipping. 

‘Yun Hanlee purchased another factory, expected to cause job security for thousands.” 

A small picture of Hanlee underneath that and the eyes were crossed out in Xs. 

“What is this?” Namjoon asked, a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He felt nauseous. 

“Kang Sehyun’s way of Marking people,” his grandfather said. “Hanlee was Marked.” 

Before Namjoon could respond, Taehyung sprang up. 

“Kim-jen, I can’t get a hold of Jimin-ssi and Hoseok-ssi. They’re not answering their phones.”