Demonic || Seventeen

Demonic 4

The night had settled over the camp, and the recruits gathered inside the large dining tent for dinner. The air was thick with tension from the day's introductions, but for the moment, the recruits enjoyed the rare quiet. Plates clattered, the sound of spoons against metal trays filled the air, and murmured conversations flowed among the newly formed squads.

Seokmin sat with Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Hansol, quietly discussing their nerves about the upcoming training. The atmosphere inside the tent was warm and relaxed, a brief reprieve from the intensity that awaited them in the coming days.

Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted from outside the tent, drawing everyone's attention. The sound of raised voices, followed by the crash of a tray hitting the ground, shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Seokmin turned in his seat, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out the figures through the tent flaps.

Curiosity got the better of him, and along with his friends, he stood up and stepped outside to see what was happening. The source of the disturbance was clear-a fight had broken out near the edge of the dining area.

One of the combatants was Yunmin, a tall and arrogant figure that Seokmin immediately recognized. Yunmin had always been known as the spoiled rich kid back in the village, the kind of person who used his wealth to bully others. He stood with his chest puffed out, laughing alongside a group of his lackeys, his cocky grin irritating as ever. His shirt was immaculate, while the boy standing in front of him, clearly the victim, was drenched in milk and food.

"Hey! Look at what you just did!" the boy yelled, his face red with anger. He wiped at the mess on his clothes, but it only seemed to make things worse. The boy was tall and strong-looking, but Seokmin didn't recognize him-he must have been from another village.

Yunmin sneered and casually kicked a piece of the spilled food aside with his boot. "Maybe you should've been more careful where you were standing," Yunmin mocked, his voice dripping with arrogance. His friends laughed behind him, egging him on.

The boy clenched his fists, his anger flaring. "You think you can just walk all over people because of your money?!" His voice was fierce, and it was clear that he wasn't backing down, despite the odds stacked against him.

Without warning, the boy lunged forward, landing a solid punch to Yunmin's jaw. The crack of the hit echoed in the night, silencing the onlookers for a moment. Yunmin stumbled back, momentarily shocked that someone had actually hit him. His friends fell quiet, watching to see what would happen next.

Yunmin's expression shifted from surprise to fury. "You're going to regret that," he growled, wiping at his split lip. He swung back hard, his fist connecting with the boy's side. The impact sent the boy staggering, but he regained his footing quickly, his face twisted in defiance.

A flurry of punches and kicks followed, each hit fueled by Yunmin's rage and the boy's determination not to be humiliated. Despite his size, the boy fought back with surprising strength and speed, matching Yunmin blow for blow. The two of them became a blur of fists and kicks, each hit sounding heavier and more desperate than the last.

Seokmin felt his heart race as he watched the fight escalate, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the grunts of exertion filling the air. This wasn't a simple argument anymore-it was a full-on brawl. Seungkwan's eyes were wide with concern, while Hansol glanced nervously back toward the tent.

"We should stop this before someone gets seriously hurt," Seokmin muttered, already moving forward.

Just as the boy seemed to lose his footing, stumbling to the ground, Yunmin took advantage of the moment. He raised his fist, ready to deliver a brutal punch to the boy's face. But before Yunmin could strike, a hand shot out, gripping his wrist with surprising force.