They Called Him The Unbreakable Sword, Bullshit: 4

                                    

                                          
A/N:Hope you like it 	(' ε ' )♡
                          
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[Chapter 4: What If(s)]
                          
What if in the day he saved Gon, the day of the coup-
                          
What if that day Gon was too late and no matter what happened, he couldn't save Yeong?
                          
What if the last moonlight, illuminating Jo Yeong from above was his final moment?
                          
The shattered glass looked so pretty, small shard on different directions and places.
                          
The calm yet thundering feeling, Jo Yeong thought about the blood painting his skin red and the bullets wounds at his back.
                          
How he jumped without hesitation to protect young Lee Gon, the future King of the Corea Kingdom.
                          
The fact that he was the one who saved his pyeha, the one who embraced his beloved and shielded him away from the rain of bullets.
                          
Made him proud.
                          
Even though the fact he wouldn't go back to his life also haunted him but he was satisfied.
                          
Leaning to the stone, under the pavilion.
                          
The gallery, the so-called  manpasikjeok,  the one he didn't really care at first but actually the source of all of the tragedies.
                          
Yeong wondered if the flute had a soul, would they cry because their existence created such a disaster.
                          
Or would they try to fix the ruins?
                          
Or maybe that was also a fate, to let Lee Gon finding his true love. 
                          
Did Yeong fall into this condition also a fate? Also a slight pull to his fate's string. 
                          
The tears blurred his vision, he suddenly felt extremely tired when he heard the servants came to the rescue.
                          
The exhaustion hit him hard, his eyelids fluttered close and the tears created a long track on his cheek to his sharp jaw.
                          
The last tears he shed, he thought, for his King.
                          
" You can talk to me anytime if you want "
                          
He felt funny when the image of someone who came to his life for a short period of time flashed right after the precious memories of his childhood.
                          
" From now on, you're my unbreakable sword. "
                          
The two-piece of memories, old and new, Yeong closed his eyes and let his head lulled down.
                          
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"What will you do  pyeha, " Yeong talked to nobody, hand playing with the salty water while half of his body dipped into the ocean.
                          
The sand under his toes tickled him, the salty scent forced its way to his nostril. His hair fluttered, without the gel to slick it back into the usual hairstyle.
                          
"Do you worried about me, Kang Sin Jae," he murmured, walking to the deeper side of the ocean.
                          
When he opened his eyes again, he was laying on his back and luckily the sunshine wasn't as bright as it seemed.
                          
The same boy with a yo-yo and red string looked down, poking Yeong's cheek and letting the man's head on his lap.
                          
"Have you think about it?" the boy asked, Yeong nodded as he raised his hand to cover his eyes, "deciding what do you want to do".
                          
The boy hummed, playing with Yeong's hair and if this was a normal day and normal situation; the captain won't let himself be this unguarded.
                          
Yeong wasn't someone full of affections, cinnamon and soft plushie.