Your Majesty {NamJin}

twenty one

Chomin cackled as he watched the noble of the north come out of the house. Seokjin's expressionless face and solemn eyes told of layers of anger and unrivalled determination that sprung from his mind and body. He was ready to fight for the lives of the ones he loved.

"Oh, it's you!" Chomin laughed, spitting at the ground before him. "Brothers, it's the man that I told you about!"

At that, they all laughed, confusing Seokjin. "...how do you know me..." he asked, turning to his side while still facing the men.

"Choyoung," Chomin smiled, calling out to one of his brothers. "Tell this ironhead how we know him."

"You're the one at the lake! With that little girl my brother killed!" the one named Choyoung cackled.

Seokjin's eyes widened. The memory of the arrow that came from nowhere, shooting through Rinji's heart and killing one of his best friends, flashed through his mind. Tears began to stream down his face, imagining Chomin as the archer who shot that innocent little girl--

"What was her name again, big brother?" Choyoung smiled, smirking at Seokjin. "Kimchi?"

At that, the entire band of men laughed hard, grabbing their stomachs and patting Choyoung on the back. "Kimchi, kimchi," they chanted, disturbing Seokjin's soul and hardening his heart. Reason seeped out of his head, and he began to fume, simmering in boiling anger. It was when Choyoung's eyes met his that Seokjin's last rope of restraint snapped.

He sprinted towards Choyoung at inhumane speed, ignoring everything else around him. All he saw was that cocky smile, those arrogant eyes, even when Choyoung began to cower in fear. Shouting at the top of his lungs, Seokjin suckerpunched the man in the face with full power, sending him down in one blow. His nose gushed with ribbons of blood, and he spit out a molar as he tried to get away from his assailant.

Unfortunately, Seokjin wasn't done yet.

He grabbed Choyoung off the ground and punched him over and over in the face, forehead and temples, spreading the blood everywhere on the two. In no time, Seokjin's hands were covered in his target's blood as he uppercut him over and over.

Now screaming, the noble punched harder as tears continued to flow incessantly from his eyes.

"Rinji," he cried, covering himself in a mess of Choyoung's blood. "Her name was Rinji!"

Chomin and his clan could barely process what was going on. In fear of suffering the same fate as their brother, they had all taken a big step back.

Seokjin's mind was clouded with rage, and all he was capable of doing was destroying what laid in front of him and yelling with all his might: "Her name was Rinji! You have no right to talk about her! Her name was Rinji!"

His muscled ached for a break, but he continued to aggressively punch at Choyoung.

His voice strained and cracked, unable to withstand the high pitches at which Seokjin screamed.

He then grabbed Choyoung's unconscious body, wrapped his hands around his bloody neck, and twisted his arms until he heard a satisfying crack. Panting as he looked at his first victim, his head slowly turned up to look at Choyoung's brothers. Upon first sight, they bolted from the scene.

Panting harder than he ever had, he trembled, slowly standing up and looking down at his work. Drenched in red, he walked back to the house, calling Taehyung, Seonbi and Eunri.