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• you’ve seen bodies hit the ground with your sword, the shattered fragments of empires that believed they were eternal, all brought to their end by the ‘army of the dead’. the nickname given by the survivors of the wars you had fought under the name of the king. A
• you loved it. being the leader of the fifth battallion was a joy like no other. the soldiers under your command were no less than exemplary.
• but there was one thing you hated with all your might.
• lee chan. the commander of the first battalion. the one who abandoned you and left you for dead.
• you had met chan back when you were drafted. he was living in the same tent alongside you and many others. you had trained with him, shared food with him, but when you were lying on the ground, bleeding out, he left.
• he left you for dead.
• some other soldier had managed to get you out and you swore if you ever found lee chan alive, you’d kill him yourself.
• andoh, the anger you felt when you found out he became a commander too. you were seething in rage anytime you saw him in strategic meetings.
• but this wasn’t the concern right now.
• your soldiers had put faith in you but you had failed them,, once again, you found yourself staring at the face of death.
• your battalion was assigned to ambush another army, but the latter had easily overpowered you. and here you were, lying on a hill of god knows where, losing blood by the second.
• staring at the orange sky, would you have done this all over again? if it meant dying like this?
• you heard footsteps and horse hooves, behind you. clutching your sword tighter, you whipped your head in the direction of the noise.
• lee chan?? what was he doing here??
• “oh–thank god, you’re alive!” he breaths a sigh of relief.
• “what are you doing here?” you ask.
• “we were told your battallion was attacked so we immediately made way here, to check for the survivors,” he explained, as he propped you up. “i’m here to take you back to the camp but I think I should take care of your wound first.”
• “h–how many survived?” you manage to choke out, as you loosened your armor.
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “only five did and they’re all in a bad state.”
• your heart plunged into the depths of despair. how could you have let your people down? the ones that put faith in you? what would you tell their families?
• “let me die here,” you tell him.
• “what?”
• “let me die here,” you repeat. “i should be buried with them. I don’t have any reason to go back.”
• chan looks at you in disbelief. “are you insane? i’m not going to let you die here!”
• “that is not your decision to make,” you growl. “you left me to die once before, did you not?”
• “i was just trying to help–”
• “help?!” you repeat, on the verge of picking up your knife and beheading him. “you left me for dead!” you yell.
• chan tries to come up with a retort, but much to his dismay, the words don’t come out.
• you scoff. “you’re no commander but a man with a fragile ego who wanted all the glory for himself.”
• a heavy silence befalls the two of you,, what else could chan tell you? you wouldn’t believe him anyway,, he starts bandaging up your wound,,
• “but you didn’t die.” chan mutters.
• “and what if I had–huh?” you bark. “then what? would you have buried me with your conscience?”
• chan’s eyes don’t meet yours. “i’d have bury m’self in that grave with you.”
• you scoff. “liar.”
• chan frowns. “look I know what I did was wrong but I was actually going to come back for you,” he explains. “i would never leave you to die because–”
• “because?”
• “because i’m so desperately in love with you!” he confesses,, his chest heaving up and down,, his brown eyes looking into yours,, as you feel your cheeks heating up,, his jaw tightens as he looks way,,
• but you find yourself acting on impulse,, pulling chan by the armour,, as your lips collide,, jolts of electricity shooting up your veins,, as the world melts behind the two of you, and you feel the wind being knocked out of your lungs,,
• the two of you break the kiss,, gasping for air,, foreheads resting on each other’s,, cheeks dusted red,, maybe you didn’t hate him after all,,