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Commander?

The salient blade sliced angrily through the flesh infront of it, the wielder making quick work of turning around and landing an elbow jab to the chin of the next victim who happened to be the next unfortunate one to storm forward and have to combat him.

The man dodged a close punch to the nose, almost gracefully turning and jumping over a kick that would've broken his shin, retaliating whilst slicing the side of his blade through the neck of the perpetrator.

He continued for a few minutes more, the sheer adrenaline of it all was continuously relighting the fire in his soul and the passion he had for fighting.

Loud claps disrupted him from his practice, the disturbance so clear that he paused and rather unwillingly clicked the button on the side of his combat glasses that stopped the simulation of his attackers.

"Wow Hyung, you know you look pretty fucking stupid just swinging at air, right?"

The man rolled his eyes. "Oh really, Taehyung? Really fucking brave coming from someone who got 2 out of 5 stars in combat training," He scoffed.

They bickered some more, although being best friends they often found humour in the back and forth back chat between themselves.

"Jimin."

The sudden voice distracted them both, they each turned to stare wide eyed at the sudden intrusion of the Force Captain, the lean and well built man stood leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and gaze unwavering from the shorter man with the sword.

The man, or more commonly known as Jimin, glanced warily at Taehyung before gulping and stalking his way forward toward the impatient Force Captain.

"Yes, Captain?"

"Come with me, Jimin. Kang Dae wishes to see you."

Jimin physically paled at the mention of the Captain Of The Illuzads. He had only seen the formidable man once and that was back when he was brought forward as a child and welcomed into the team.

That was obviously many, many moons ago.

As a kid he was rather skinny and frail, however, although still being rather on the skinny side, he had built up more muscle and was seen as one of the best combat soldiers in the whole of the Ariaonx, his lean and graceful body type making it easy to dodge, weave and use his agility at the best standard.

The Force Captain quickly scanned his hand so he could exit the building and lead the confused Jimin toward the L building in the far right side, somewhere Jimin hadn't been since he was a child.

Jimin knew the younger combat stations were around here, he also knew that there were multiple rooms filled with strange things around the entire base that he wouldn't be surprised if one turned out to be Kang Dae's Hide out.

He was correct.

Just a little way past the stations and down some rather narrow stairs he found himself standing in front of a door he had not seen before in a part of the base he had never been to.

The Force Captain yawned.

"Off you go, then."

Jimin stilled for a moment, considering just turning around and running back to his quarters before he decided he knew what was best.

He nodded solemnly and scanned his fingertips and eyes before the large steel door parted like the sea and he made his way inside an unknown area.

He stood perplexed, shifting from one foot to another, most of the room was blanketed in some sort of darkness and the rest seemed rather bare, safe for the rack of armour and guns in the left corner.

"Jimin." 

The voice bounced and echoed of the walls, so clear that it made goosebumps appear on his skin and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. 

A tall figure emerged from part of the darkness, his strides purposeful and his face contorted into a scowl, his clothing clung to his skin like a second layer along with a belt with a mass amount of knives and other strange pointy objects. His skin was pale and almost sick looking, however nothing caught his attention like the scar across his left eye. It was ugly, and definitely old. Jimin had only heard stories of what had happened, most of it just being strange queries and silly ideas.

Jimin shuffled nervously before remembering that he was supposed to reply, and bowed his head in the most polite way he could muster.

"Yes, Kang Dae Sire."

The taller man circled the rather small one, his face unreadable as he eyed Jimin up and down as though he was trying to go through every thought he had ever had.

Jimin worried for a second that he was.

Suddenly a chalky voice erupted into the shallow room,

"I have heard news of your remarkable scores in the combat and theory tests." 

Jimin nodded, his ego blossoming and a warm feeling erupting in his chest. "Yes sir i suppose i did quite well."

Kang Dae briefly paused before walking forward and standing nearly chest to chest with Jimin. Jimin had half the mind to nearly recoil.

He could feel he was shaking now, tiny goosebumps rising on his arms and what was shown of his legs.

"And do you think that such behaviour should be rewarded?" He questioned airily.

Jimin shook his head, a spirit of confidence suddenly blossoming inside of him. "I'm not sure sir, that is not for me to decide."

"Do you want it to be?"

Jimin raised his eyebrow, his confusion

 clearly visible on his face.

"I want you to be the Commander for the Combat Team." He announced loudly. "Your combat skills are, well,” He cleared his throat, “let's say more developed than some others. I want you to be the next Commander to take the first team with him to fight against the Oryds."

Jimin grimaced at the mentioning of the Oryds.

"Um, I- I mean are you sure?"

Kang Dae stared stone faced at him.

"Yes, I believe you will be of some assistance, i wish for you to prepare for your departure to fight against them."

Jimin took a deep breath in, he partially thought that he was dreaming and sneakily pinched himself just to make sure.

"Of course, sir they don't stand a chance. Thank you so much sir you don't realise how-"

"Very well then."

Jimin smiled tightly, not exactly happy at being interrupted but not really wanting to start something with his leader, especially after have been given such an important role.

Jimin would be lying if he said he wasn't excited. 

All these years he had been working his fucking ass off and honestly he would be butt hurt if he didn't get even a speck of praise. He never imagined that he would be promoted to Commander, though, this was a big deal.

He thanked Kang Dae again and nearly tumbled over his own feet as he exited the room, his excitement plastered all over his face.

Jimin tensed as he thought of his upcoming mission, he was now walking out of the L building and back to his quarters, the idea still slung loosely in his mind.

What if he failed?

He won't lie and tell you that he wanted them to fail, after all the Illuzads were his home, his family, plus the Oryds had been the selfish ones take his his first one.

A new found rage burst inside of him, the desire to defeat the Oryds now as strong as ever, burning his heart and fuelling the fire of distaste in his mind as he finally strode angrily into his quarters and aggressively flopped onto his pallet. He took a moment or two to calm himself down, raking his hand through his hair self consciously as he pursed his lips. The thought of having to train extra hard now he had an ounce of control rang bells in his ears.

What was going to happen to his friends? Did he have to act differently, now? Would he even see them often?

These ideas messed his brain as his mind began to flood with tiredness, his eyes suddenly droopy and body relaxing.

It was going to be a long few days.

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HII<3

What do you think of the first chapter, should i continue writing?

Sorry for not introducing Jungkook yet! He is the enemy afterall and this isssss a slow burn 🤫.

Please give feedback! And what do we think of Commander Jimin? 😉

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Jimin awoke with a pounding in his head, his breathing short and pulse quickening by the second. He clutches his chest as he attempts to calm himself down, his breathing slowly regaining a steady pattern. Images swim around his mind.

His family. His loving, caring family. His family who looked after him, who cared for him, who fed him who clothed him.
His family that was ripped out of his hands.
They were taken from him, like candy from a baby. So easily you may not have noticed it had happened.
But it did.
Every few moons Jimin would wake up to this dream. His mind hazy and heart always thumping angrily against his chest.
He was angry. His blood boiled as he remembered what the Oryds had done to him. They had ruined him.
They had changed his fate, they had brought him to the Illuzads.
And now they were going to pay.

Jimin found himself happier in the morning. His once furious aura now dissolved into something more shaped into content.
He was excited.
His team had learned well, and they had learned fast. They were all amazing fighters, Jimin didn’t know that he could feel so proud of people he hardly knew. He felt like he did, though.
Over the short space of time he had with them he formed friendships, caring ones. Everyone looked out for eachother here. Everyone knew what each of them had been through. Every single one of them related to him.
He felt seen.

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It was a day till his first mission. He was training furiously. Punching through mannequins and manoeuvring between the fake holographic warriors as he quickly found a rhythm that fit him best. Taehyung stood near him, practicing his own little movements and jabbing at any man that came near him, though he was beginning to feel fatigued.
Taehyung heaved, “Jimin-Ah. We’ve been here for 4 hours now.” He put his hands on his hips, “I understand your stressed but ‘cmon Min. Your exhausting yourself.”
Jimin glanced up from where he was sparring, staring out a wide eyed Taehyung who stared back with pleading eyes.
He fought against himself for a moment before quietly agreeing, undoing the bandages on his hands and following Taehyung out and into the dorm areas of the base. They sat on Taehyungs bunk and it creaked annoying underneath the weight.
Jimin shuffled around anxiously.

“Are you scared?” He whispered after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Taehyung scrunched his face up in thought, just before exhaling. “‘Course i am Min. Who isn’t?”
Jimin nodded. He felt his own panic brewing in his chest as he tried his hardest to force it back down. He couldn’t be seen as weak. Not now.
Taehyung poked his leg playfully.
“Wanna play Poker?”
Jimin nodded as a shit eating grin plastered itself onto his face.
He always won poker.
Taehyung knew this.
Taehyung was a better person than him.

It was 9O’clock now. Jimin was beginning to panic. The hours were ticking closer and closer till his mission, he almost wanted time to suddenly freeze so he could be stuck just hours before his mission forever.
He was ready, he told himself, over and over. He had trained for this, he bled for this he had cried for this.
He was going to make it count.
He used up the last remaining hours walking through the endless hallways of the place he called home.
Jimin didn’t know if he was going to make it back here.

He woke up early the next morning, he was standing cross legged against the door of the combat stations. The rest of his crew was carefully putting their armour on and choosing their weapons carefully.
He has already chosen his.
He was clad in a midnight black armour suit, the chest piece heavy and his hand aching as he clutched the helmet in it.
He watched as everyone began putting on their helmets, a few of them struggling to walk due to the heavy leg pieces.
He internally shivered, shoving on his sleek helmet and tapping it to lock into place.
“Jimin-Ah!” Jimin turned to stare at a beaming Taehyung, he was dressed in a purple armour suit, much like his own, and he was clutching a ray gun in his hand. Jimin double tapped the side of his helmet and it dissolved so the front of his face was shown.
“How cool is this?” The darker haired man grinned.
Jimin stared at the gun that Taehyung was showing him, he had to admit, it was quite impressive. It was newly made, Ria had been working on it for the past few months and now that it was done it seemed like some really high quality tech.
“Really cool, Tae. Ria did a good job.”
Taehyung nodded eagerly.
“I know. Here Hyung, have mine, i’m gonna go look at the other weapons!” He shoved the gun into Jimin’s hands and began running back towards the weapon stand, engaging into an animated conversation with Ria as he did so.
Jimin smiled to himself, he had known Taehyung for years now. He remembered when he was 13 years old, all skinny legs and dark hair when he first met him. Taehyung wasn’t much better, his 12 year old self was already taller than Jimin, but he had a really bad haircut and glasses that continuously fell off his face.

Jimin had changed dramatically, he was now lean and muscly. He had long legs and a plump ass, his eyes were sharp and his lips full, and his hair was a shocking silver, all fluffy and styled.
Taehyung was just as muscular but much broader, his legs long, too and his torso more defined, he had fox eyes and thin lips and black parted hair.
They were a sight for sore eyes, that was for sure.

Jimin hadn’t been in many relationships within The Illuzads. He had had one girlfriend when he was 15 and a boyfriend when he was 19. He was 24 now, he really didn’t enjoy dating that much and just couldn’t seem to able to find “The One”.
He thought it stupid.

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It had been a short while since Jimin had been seated in his space ship.
It was the newest kind, the A7RMY was just recently developed, all sleek and sturdy.
The guns attached to it were no joke, either.
He had heard that they could shoot beams with a reloading of 0.2 seconds.
Impressive.
He buckled his head piece on to his helmet carefully, tapping the mic twice before stating,
“Hello, This is Commander Park in AR7MY number 013, Can you hear me?”
A voice snorted from the other side of his headpiece.
“Jesus Min. Always so professional.”
Ugh. Taehyung.
Jimin internally rolled his eyes.
“Are we ready for takeoff?”
He flipped a few switches in his ship, carefully gripping the steering wheel.
A new voice sounded in his ears, it was Ria. Her melodic voice replied rather loudly.
“Ready as well ever be!”

And they were off.

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The ship rumbled as it slowly pushed through the track rails of the conveyer belt, the whole thing giving one last judder just as it was finally hurtled up and into the air, a few others following behind him slowly.
Jimin held tightly onto his steering wheel, the windows were beginning to fog up because of his nervous breathing but with
one flick of a switch it was as though they were as good as new.
He stayed still as he re connected his head gear to his helmet, tapping the side of it twice and monitoring that coms were still working and intact.
“This is ship 013 in Model AR7MY, does everybody copy?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he counted down with his fingers at how many voices were responding back to him, with a final number of 13 he was content and gave the orders to continue ahead with their mission.
The engine rumbled furiously as he took to higher gear, leading the others like a dog to sheep and checking everyone’s health and stats.

He held his breath as he stared up at the glass roof, the stars were glowing unanimously as though they were crystals, each one burning brighter than the next, the different colours contrasting and highlighting each other.
He let out a sigh of happiness, he didn’t think he would ever have been this happy to have left base.
He looked beneath him, stretched in front of him was an ocean of red sand, mountains and mountains of sand and spikes and other notorious buildings and magma chambers that has combusted up and into the earth.
He wasn’t a fan of the high temperatures, he was more looking forward to the dewy climate of the Oryds bases.

He checked his radar as it blinked at him furiously, they had been on course for almost an hour now and would soon to be nearing the first settlement.
It would be best for them to set up camp.

“Commander Park from 013 here, i think it’s best we take camp here, just in that clearing in the sand.”
“Yes, 013.” His team repeated, he smiled to himself.
He was proud for how far he had came.

He steered the 12 of his team members down and towards the clearing, switching off his engine with a voice automated code and quietly slipping out, his heavy boots hitting the sand with a loud thump.
He sighed as he stretched out his limbs, his bones cracking as though he hadn’t moved for a decade.

“You’re getting old, Min.”
Jimin scoffed, his hand automatically finding refuge on his hip as he whipped around to face the taller man. “Taehyung, i’m not even old. You’re like one year younger than me.”
Taehyung smirked. “Still gettin old Minnie, still getting old.”
Jimin pouted and slapped Taehyungs shoulder. He really couldn’t believe his best friends cheek sometimes.
“I could have you kicked off the team for that, you know.” He commented pettily.
The ravenette pretended to be hurt, “Yikes Jimin, such a prude.”
Jimin rolled his eyes and gestured towards the tents that were being set up, a few of them already beginning to take form.
He motioned that they too should probably help with with setting them up, so they linked arms and skipped chatting animatedly towards the camp.

Jimin awoke the next day almost excited.
He had gotten ready as quick as anyone as humanly possibly could. He shoved through a few earrings, possibly bleeding in the process, and clambered into his suit clumsily.
First day, first impressions.
He wasn’t sure if it was going to be like that, though. He already knew the people he was working with, he just supposed that they hadn’t seen him working.
After a short while he greeted everyone and picked up a little bit of fish from the fire, his appetite on edge from the nerves but he ate it nonetheless.

It was still rather early in the morning when he found himself sitting in his ship.
He was checking out the interior and all the cool gadgets Ria had fitted in when the screen suddenly flashed and the rather scary face of Kang Dae appeared.
Jimin didn’t think it possible that the scar already etched on his face could look any worse, but today it did.
He jumped out of his chair at the sudden intrusion, his heart hammering in his chest as he breathed in slowly to try and calm himself from the jumpscare that had miraculously appeared.
He huffed, “Kang Dae sire, my apologies, i wasn’t expecting a call from you.”
The scar riddled man deemed emotionless. “I wasn’t planning on, however, there must be an arrangement switch on the mission.”
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, anxiety slowly creeping up on him, what did he mean switch? He hadn’t messed up had he? He had hardly been a Commander for a month never mind getting pulled out of his first job.
He stuttered, “Yes, Sire. I- Uh. What is it?”

“I need you to change the time arrangements of your first attack.”

Jimin hummed, atleast he wasn’t getting fired, this atleast managed to slow down the sweat building at his collar.
“Of course, how many days do you want to move it? It will have to be sort of-“
Jimin was cut short by an unamused sound from Kang Dae.
“An hour.”
Jimin choked on his words. Was he hearing this right? Kang Dae wanted him to move their first attack.. Their first official attack to…An hour?
“An hour? Sire are you sure i don’t really know if-“
“Yes.”

And with that the call ended, the screen now black and a gaping mouthed Jimin stuck staring at it.
What. The. Fuck.

The next hour at camp was nothing more than chaos, everyone was rushing around, putting on random types of armour and masks and loading up with gadgets and weapons.
Jimin found this part to be helpful, carefully picking himself out a ray gun and a sharpened butterfly knife.
He wasn’t really expecting to encounter any hand to hand combat, they were flying of course, but you always had to prepare, stuffing the knife into a strap on his leg and the gun into his waistband.

After what seemed like a millennium, everyone was loaded and prepared for take off. He rattled through everyone’s names through his headpiece as though he was taking attendance for a school trip and once he was set, pulled his ship into gear and counted down.

And blast off. He rippled through the air as though he was travelling between dimensions, the speeds he was altering making his teeth chatter and hands grip the steering wheel tighter.
He carefully manoeuvred through mountains of the burgundy sand, barely avoiding an old Oryd base that seemed centuries old, too engrossed in the endless abyss of sand that stretched ahead of him.
After countless minutes specks of green began to appear in the distance, the whole team rather ecstatic as they cheered and whooped for the new discovery, making his ears ring through his headpiece.
Jimin felt his chest swell with pride.

They were closer to the green now, their ship formations beginning to take more careful placing as they prepared for any attacks. So far, nothing.
They eased further into the green, the area seemed silent as each of them visibly relaxed. Nobody was around.
This was too easy.

A bang erupted and tore them out of their thoughts, mass amounts of smoke suddenly overtaking the tropical green colour.
Jimin gasped. He steered his ship up and out of the smoke, the sight ahead of him making his brain hurt with worry.
Multiple ships. Huge ships, each plastered with that stupid, so fucking stupid Oryd logo.
His teeth clenched in anger, he charged closer, dodging a few of their smaller ships as he blocked out the yells of his team members asking him what the fuck he was doing.
He pushed forward a lever, a rocket spurting from the top of his ship and crashing head on into one of theirs. He watched it spiral down and towards the ground, a small explosion in exchange for a death.
This meant war.
The Oryds advanced closer, his team not standing down though, they had been trained for this. They fought with fury, their canons and lasers seeming to damage the Oryds sure, but take them down? That was another story.
He weaved through a few ships and gained high ground, spurting lasers at a ship in-front of him and watching as it burnt holes into the heavy metal.
He continued like this for minutes more, dodging, fighting, nearly avoiding death and nearly causing one, until they were near out of ammo.
They began to panic, did the Oryds have endless ammo or something?
Jimin double tapped the side of his helmet , screaming commands down the other side as he told them to retreat and head back to their bases as soon as possible.
He watched as a few of them began to up and out, narrowly avoiding a face full of Oryd cannons, but just making it. He breathed a sigh of relief, they were most definitely not prepared for this.
It was just him and one ship of his left to retreat, he stood guard, still hovering and occasionally dodging a threat as he watched the ship rise and begin to move forward.
Too late, just as it began to rise one of the Oryd ships had let out a rocket, and it was headed straight for the ship with nearly no chance of escaping it.
His breath hitched as he scanned the number on the back of the ship. 007.
It was Taehyung.
Taehyung was going to die.
Jimin had never moved quicker in his life. He surged his ship forward and collided into Taehyungs, 007 began spinning wildly but thank god out of the danger zone.
He nearly forgot about the rocket headed his way.
He froze, he heard the impact before he even felt it, the rocket had exploded right into the back of his ship, he felt it spin and spin and get hurled down to the right and into the forest.
His head knocked of the walls and he had definitely heard his arm crack, he felt blood trickle down from his eyebrow and somehow his nose, his eyes blurry as he continued spinning until his eyes couldn’t take it anymore. He could hear the static sound of his team screaming and sobbing, the sound of Taehyungs voice cursing and the sound of choked tears in his throat, then all he heard was the ringing in his ears.
He felt himself be sick before he passed out, just seconds before the ship collided with the ground.

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Jimin woke up to the sound of a knife cutting through something. The telltale woosh and sound of it scraping against wood the dead giveaway.
He mumbled incoherently when he realised that he probably just died.
Was that it? Was he dead?
Is he a ghost now? What the fuck is he doing on the ground? And why cant he feel his legs?

He drowsily opened one eye, blinking furiously before managing to finally open the next, the sight in front of him making him shoot up into a sitting position and wincing in pain.
He wasn’t dead, for a start.
Instead he was tied up around a tree, the thick feeling of the rope digging into his once fair skin, his arm aching and head pounding.
Well shit.
He wasn’t alone, either.
A few metres infront of him there was a campfire, it seemed as though it was newly lit as the smell of fish wafted through the air and the smoke moved silently between the trees and towards him.
He furrowed his brow and threw his head back as he wondered who was behind this.
If he wasn’t dead now, he was going to be soon.
This was definitely the Oryds doing.
He sighed as he tapped his fingers onto the ground, it was part of the minimal movement he was able to do whilst strapped to this tree.

A few minutes passed, the fish seemed as though it was nearly done and Jimin just so happened to have nearly escaped the rope.
He had managed to manoeuvre himself into a sideways position and start slowing tearing at the rope, a few fibres slipping loose.
“I wouldn’t do that if i were you.”
A deep voice interrupted him and his eyes shot open, his pupils the size of golf balls as he marvelled at the man behind the voice.
He was tall. He was all broad shoulders, thick muscles and legs as he leant against a nearby tree, simply watching him.
Jimin couldn’t help but to wonder how long he had been there.
His dark hair hung messily over his face, the top half tied into a bun whilst the rest just seemed to “go crazy”.
different selections of metal crazed his face and ears, all of his ears pierced aswell as his lip and eyebrow. He marvelled at the braveness of it, he had always wanted face piercings.
His eyes wandered further down as he took in the crossed arms of the man, one of them painted in beautiful artwork with flowers and quotes and drawings with hidden double meanings that he wished he knew the answer of.
All beautiful except one.
The Oryd Clan logo.
It stood the most colourful, the red contrasting to the rather pale skin of the taller man, and for once he stared ahead at him with a profound feeling of disgust.
“I think i’ll do what i want, thanks.” He spat angrily.

The man had the sheer audacity to laugh at him. “I really don’t think you can when your tied against a tree.” He moved closer, “They’re botted ropes by the way, they can’t be broken without use of a certain metal.”
He pointed towards the dent in the rope Jimin had made. “You can make dents sure, but the more you cut the faster it re connects itself and reboots.”
Jimin was impressed, he started in awe at the technology infront of him before remembering where he was and who he was with.

“What do you want from me?” Jimin growled, his gaze burned holes into the taller man.
The man shifted his stance. “What do i want from you?”
His eyes narrowed. “More like what do you want from us.”
Jimin faltered, his brows creasing. “What- What do you mean?”
The man rolled his eyes. “It’s not everyday that a man from the Illuzads just waltzes in. Especially not a commander, Park Jimin.”
Jimin’s eyes were blown wide. “Who the fuck are you?”
He chuckled. “Jeon Jungkook. Leader, and founder of The Oryds. Lovely to meet you, Jimin. I’m sure father will be proud.”
“Father? You mean like…You mean like Gosung Jeon? You’re the Jeon Jungkook?”
The man nodded, a smile toying with his lips.
Jimin’s heart was hammering, he slowly slided his unharmed hand down to his leg and gripped the small knife he had strapped there, he carefully slid it up and cut through the ropes with a fast motion and tumbled out before it rebooted, and lunged at Jungkook, ignoring the burning pain in his arm and leg.
“You fucking sick bastard!” He screamed, he crawled on top of the taller and pinned him into the dirt beneath him.
“I’ll fucking kill you, you little shit! You took everything from me!” He punched jungkook pathetically across the cheek, his arm burning even from such minimal movement.
“You ruined me! You took my family away from me! I fucking hate-“
Jimin didn’t get to finish before he was out cold.
Jungkook, staying quite in hopes that Jimin would finish his rant and continue being distracted, had quietly pulled out his dartgun from its strap and shot jimin in the shoulder.
He sighed, pushing the now limp Jimin off of him and staggering upward. He hadn’t expected for that to happen, or to hear what Jimin had said. How had he ruined his life? He’d never even met the man besides the fact that he knew everything about him. He had to. He’s a commander for the Illuzads, he was trained to learn everything about the enemy. About the bad guys.
He started down at the limp man, his face expressionless as he lay there as though he was dead, with the cut on his eyebrow and smushed up nose he wouldn’t be surprised if he was. He wasn’t though, unluckily.
Jungkook acknowledged the suit he was wearing, it seemed to have been high tech, all black and sleek. Or what used to be, the arm sleeve was missing exposing some bare skin and a massive cut that seemed to still be leaking blood, and a rather large area was bruising pretty shades of purple.
His left leg piece was missing too, an even bigger gash was practically spilling out.
Jungkook was convinced that he should’ve been out longer than he was, It had only taken him 15 minutes to find the crashed ship and only another 10 for the man to wake up. He raked his eyes over the body until he carefully knelt down and picked him up, cradling him in his arms. He stared down, the boys eyelashes fluttering. He supposed he would’ve been rather handsome if he didn’t look so beaten up.
He carried him over to the fire, placing him close as he had felt goosebumps rise onto his pale, sore skin.
He raked through his bag until he found what he was looking for, a flask.
He carefully tipped water out and into the open wounds, thankful that the man was out cold otherwise there may aswell be another war.
He grabbed a cloth and began dabbing away at the water that was now tainted red, careful of the open cuts.
Afterwards, he collected the medicine he had brought incase of emergency, and silently cared for the wounds and stitched them back together.
The wounds would be okay, he imagined they would be better in atleast a month.
For the broken arm, he did not know. He would get an Oryd witch healer to help him.
He sat down next to the fire, the fish he had been cooking was long forgotten, the burning smell plaguing the air around him.
His nose scrunched in disgust as he hurried to dispose of it.

Now, what to do with the Illuzad Commander?
That was a whole new task.

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The feeling of light pickles of water stirred Jimin from his place on the floor.
He groaned incoherently as the memories of earlier flashed through his eyes and he sat up abruptly with a gasp, water dripping down his face.
Above him was a crouching Jungkook, a glass of water held tightly in his hand and a smug grin plastered on his face.
Jungkook laughed,
“Took you long enough.”
Jimin’s stared daggers into Jungkooks eyes, his gaze fiery in the cold of the room.
He took a moment of silence to study his surroundings, the floor he was sat on was made of cool marble, the coldness contrasting to the heat of his body. His arms were adorned with bruises and his hands were enclosed in steel handcuffs.
From the look of the interior of the room he was in, it seemed as though he were in some form of prison.

“Are you gonna kill me?” He whispered.
Jungkook seemed taken aback, his stance shifting clumsily to a crouch above him. “No of course not. We don’t kill unless it’s completely necessary.”
Jimin was perplexed.
“And this isn’t necessary?”
Jungkook seemed to think about that for a moment, his eyebrows knitted and gaze hardened on the wall behind Jimin’s head.
“No. I do not see it fit to kill you.”
Jimin studied his face for any sign of a lie, coming up empty handed but that didn’t cease to rattle him with the feeling of dread.
“Anyone else of the Oryds would have killed me.”
Jungkook seemed angered by his remark, and he changed his stare to look directly into Jimin’s eyes. “No they would not. Us Oryds do not take kindly to murderous intentions with no ulterior motive behind it. We kill when it seems necessary, Park. Anyone else would have saved you.”

That seemed to shut him up, he didn’t reply nor seem to want to make eye contact with Jungkook after that, and so the Oryd Leader and sworn enemy of The Illuzads left Jimin by himself without even a scathe of injury.
That was definitely something.

Being left alone by himself Jimin had much time to think. There wasn’t much else to do, really.
He sat for hours staring blankly at the pale walls of his cell, his heart longing to be with his friends and his home.
But another part of him didn’t seem to want to be back, the stress wracked free from him on being alone.
He shouldn’t feel happy. He should feel sad, remorseful. He should feel guilty that he had left the Illuzads down. He wished for Taehyung, to see his best friend and he hoped that he wasn’t beating himself up over losing Jimin.
He wondered if they thought he would be dead.
He wondered if they thought he had died from the crash, or if they thought that Jungkook himself had killed him.
He would have thought that Jungkook would have killed him too, and it hurt his head to think about why he did not. Jungkook had spoke greatly about his people, about how they were not accustomed to war and how they rarely killed.
And he thought of how they killed his family, and destroyed his home.
Now his curiosity was replaced with loathe.

Jungkook revisited him later on in the day.
No words were shared as he meekly bent down and took off Jimin’s handcuffs, Jimin letting out a sigh of relief as he wiggled his fingers and cradled his wrist. Jungkook seemed wary and nervous, as though he had something he needed to say. Jimin was curious as to what.
“Do you need something?” He spat angrily.

Jungkook seemed to gain composure from finally being acknowledged.
“Your wounds and your, um. Your arm. Would you mind if i tended to them?”

“Why would you want to do that?” Jimin replied, confusion written on his face.
Jungkook tutted. “I’m not sure the Oryd council would be as so happy for me to hand over the Illuzad Commander injured and on the verge of infection.”

The thought of being handed over as though he were simply nothing wounded him, his eyebrows furrowing as he simply held out his injured arm towards the impatient Jungkook.

Jungkook took his time with helping Jimin, cleaning his wounds and dressing to the broken bone in his arm took a rather long time but what was worse was the silence that they had placed themselves in.
Jimin was becoming sick of it.
“Where are we, exactly?” He asked worriedly.
Jungkook seemed bashful to have been spoken to, as though he thought they would be stuck in silence for the rest of the time that Jimin was here.
“We are on my ship, on the way to the Oryd Base. It is a lovely place, i’m sure you will enjoy it as much as i.”
Jimin scowled.
“I do not think i wish to enjoy the homes of those who killed my family.” He rasped out.
Jungkook sat down completely, his eyes boring into Jimin’s own. “What do you mean?”
Jimin stared at his bruised arm, and a new feeling of anger blossomed through his body, igniting his blood as it pumped faster.
“Your kind killed my family. Many years ago, when i was a child, your people began ransom upon the village where i lived. You burnt everything, you took everything. Including the lives of everyone there, i was even lucky enough to be alive.” Jimin felt tears begin to well in his eyes. “Thankfully, days later, members of the Illuzads found the remains of my home, and there they found me. They took me in, they clothed me, trained me, fed me, and cared for me as though i was their own. I may not be true Illuzad blood, but they are my family, and i wish to seek vengeance for their inconveniences, and mine.”
Jungkook seemed to get the hint that Jimin was finished talking. He had been attentive throughout, his attention not once wavering as he stared inquisitively at Jimin.
“What was your village called?” He asked.
Jimin replied quietly, his voice careful and sad. However after he answered he watched as Jungkook began to turn as pale as a sheet, all colour drained from his face and his jaw was left slack.
“Eryln,” He whispered.