"BEYOND TIME AND WAR: A LOVE LEFT UNFINISHED" ( Chapter:-1)

         TITLE:- UNSPOKEN BATTLES

Let's start the story, guys...And yes, read this story while imagining it in your mind-you'll enjoy it even more!

YN'S POV~

The loud sound of my alarm pulled me out of sleep. I groaned and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Another day.

Another cycle of waking up, going through the day, and doing it all over again. A tired smile formed on my lips. What a joke.

With a deep sigh, I got up. My feet touched the cold floor, sending a slight shiver up my spine. But I didn’t care.

I turned towards the mirror, and my eyes landed on it.

That photograph.

A warm feeling spread in my chest—only to be crushed by a heavy pain.

My fingers shook as I reached out, tracing the edges of a smile that would never change. A smile frozen in time.

Tears welled up in my eyes. A lump formed in my throat. I swallowed hard, but it didn’t go away.

How cruel.

People lose their loved ones every day, yet I am still here. Stuck. Waiting. Wondering when fate will take me to you.

Somewhere beyond.

Somewhere I still call home.

-----Alright, now let's turn our attention to the captain.-----

CAPTAIN'S POV~

The sound of steady footsteps echoed in the quiet morning as a young man jogged through the fresh air. His breathing matched the cool wind brushing against his skin.

                                                                               

He slowed down, taking a deep breath before drinking some water.

Captain: "The weather is perfect today," he thought, looking up at the endless sky.

But peace never lasts long.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed, already knowing who it was. His friends always had great timing.

For a second, he thought about ignoring it. But responsibility was in his blood.

He never turned away from duty.

With a sigh, he picked up the call.

Because above everything else, he was a soldier first.

Captain Jeon Jungkook

YN'S POV~

I got ready and walked downstairs. The same routine. The same path. The same people.

My parents.

Or at least, the people who once were.

They lost me long ago. Or maybe, I lost them.

Just as I reached the staircase, a loud clang came from the kitchen.

My heart jumped. Without thinking, I ran inside.

And there she was.

Mumma.

Blood dripped from her hand. A deep cut. The knife must have slipped while she was cooking.

YN: "Mumma, you need to be careful! You got hurt!" I said, rushing to her. "Let me get the medicine, I—"

Before I could finish, she pulled her hand away.

I froze.

Her eyes were cold. Just like they had been for the last fifteen years.

Mumma: "I don't need your help." Her voice was sharp, like ice.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then she looked straight into my eyes.

And said the words that broke me all over again.

Mumma: "Haven't I told you already? You're not my daughter. So stop pretending to care." 

(Silence)

A thick, heavy silence.

Tears burned my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall.

I refused to break. Not in front of her.

I turned around and walked out of that house—the house that was never really mine.

The cold air hit my face as I stepped outside. But nothing felt colder than the emptiness inside me.

I kept walking. Past the same streets. The same people.

The same memories that haunted me.

I reached the bus stop, gripping a small pendant in my pocket.

A piece of my past. A reminder of what once was.

The bus arrived, and I stepped in, taking my usual seat by the window.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen years of silence.

Fifteen years of carrying blame for something I never did.

I smiled bitterly at my reflection in the window.

What a joke.

CAPTAIN'S SIDE~ [MESS HALL]

As Jeon stepped inside the base, the usual sounds of chatter filled the room. But even among the noise, he could feel it—the shift in energy.

People always noticed him. Watched him. Whispered about him.

It came with the title of ‘Captain.’

But Jeon didn’t care. His mind was always busy with schedules, strategies, and responsibilities.

That is until a loud voice broke through the noise.

Jimin: "Oi! Over here!"

Jeon turned his head.

Jimin was waving like a kid who had just spotted free food.

Jeon sighed, shaking his head with a small chuckle. He walked over.

Captain: "What is it, shorty?" A smirk played on his lips. He knew what was coming.

Jimin: "Tch!" He rolled his eyes. "Will you ever stop calling me that, or should I just punch you already?"

Jeon laughed. "Alright, alright. Just tell me what's up."

Jimin leaned in, grinning mischievously.

Jimin: "You know the doctors are arriving in two days, right?"

Jeon raised an eyebrow. "And?"

Jimin grinned wider, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jeon groaned. He already knew where this was going.

Captain: "Seriously? You called me here for this?"

Jimin: "Of course! Isn't this important?"

 Jeon crossed his arms. "Should I throw my boot at you or just kick you onto the nearest coconut tree?"

Jimin: Gasp! "Hey! Listen, this isn't just any doctors, okay? The female doctors are coming—"

Suddenly, Jeon's expression changed.

The teasing atmosphere disappeared.

His face hardened. His jaw clenched.

His hands curled into fists.

Jimin noticed immediately. The air between them shifted.

Jeon's silence said everything.

Jimin cleared his throat. "Uh... You know what? Let's eat. I'm starving."

Jeon exhaled slowly. "Yeah. Let's go before I actually lose my patience."

They walked toward the canteen. But even as they sat down, even as the conversation moved on, a thought lingered in Jeon's mind.

Doctors, huh?

He had worked with many before.

But this time...

Something felt different.

Something was coming.

He just didn't know what.

Just then, a voice called out.

They both stopped.

Turned around.

And the moment their eyes landed on the person standing there

Both of them smiled.

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