Your Majesty {NamJin}

twenty five

"Kim Namjoon!"

Jimin's strong, firm voice silenced everyone around him, resonating throughout the hall. Namjoon stood from his throne, growling as Jimin's refusal to address him properly as king added fuel to his flame.

"I don't know what happened to you..." Jimin began, walking up to the throne and pulling out two pieces of parchment paper. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced again when they were held up in front of him.

"...but if you are this certain that First Lord of the North, your greatest admirer, your sun, your moon, your stars, your heaven, your love, Kim Seokjin, did this..."

Namjoon's eyes began to widen as he stared at the exact same calligraphy on both letters, realizing what Jimin realized minutes ago.

"...then you, Your Majesty, have really gone mad."

At that, Namjoon ripped the golden crown from his head and dropped it on the floor. His hands went back towards the belt on his robes and pulled a hanging end of the belt, untying the knot and letting the heaviest robe go loose. He let it slip off his shoulders and crash on the floor with a big bang, and took off running like a madman in an undershirt, trousers and bare feet.

"What do you think killed him first?" Jimin began, not speaking to anyone in general. "His broken heart, or hypothermia?"

Sighing in total loss, Hoseok shook his head while picking up Yoongi and Seonbi. "Come, you two. There's enough stress here to reopen your wound and hurt your child."

He took them to the infirmary, and Taehyung grimly followed, leaving Jimin alone in the palace hall.

Jungkook watched as everyone left the hall with tearstained, hurt faces. He ran into the hall and saw Jimin pace around Namjoon's throne, kicking at his robe and crown.

"W-Where's everyone going?" He stammered, choked by the tension in the room.

"To the infirmary. Lady Seonbi is pregnant, and Yoongi is injured."

Jungkook walked up to the general, holding Jimin's hands with his own.

"What happened?"

Jimin sighed and closed his eyes.

"A heartless act of cruelty."

Seokjin pined and staggered over to the bank of the lake, where he had been sitting before the nightmare began. Leaning over the lake, he reached down and felt for a slim, thin object. Dimly glimmering in the moonlight, he held up a wooden arrow, its iron head glowing. He began to pant -- in excitement or fear, he did not know.

No one will look for my body. No one will care to save me.

He closed his eyes and fumbled with the weapon until the tip pointed towards his body.

Rinji...I'm coming...

Taking in his final breath, Seokjin thrusted the weapon towards him with one hand, caressing the muddy area next to him with the other.

Blood splattered on the noble's lap.

Time stopped around him.

Seokjin opened his eyes and looked down as a hand other than his own gripped mercilessly on the blade, blood seeping from the cut. Unharmed, Seokjin looked behind him to see a worried Namjoon kneeling behind him, holding him close with his free hand.