Regicide (Kim Taehyung x Park Jimin)

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Jimin's POV

In a world full of tyrants, I lived in a town where the rules are neglected, and most lived a carefree life. No authority was present. You see, after the infamous burning of my village, I was left alone with my younger sister, Park Chaeyoung. We had become orphans at the age of nine and eleven but learned how to survive on our own. We would take turns using a large coat we found lying on the ground during the cold winter. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, but I was too disturbed. Yet soon after, we were able to make the best of it.

"Seriously, Jimin, you're not gonna be able to pierce a criminal with a stick." Chaeyoung watched as her head tilted with amusement. I'm used to being the optimistic one, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't take a few jabs at her from time to time.

"Hilarious Rosie, you know I'm just practicing until I get the real deal." I 'assured' her, loosening my fingers from the twig. It's been seven years since the tragedy, and I remembered it as if it was yesterday. It bothered to know that the man who was responsible for everything was alive and well, so I chose to prepare for it. I gave a shot to become a blacksmith to help me and Chaeyoung have a roof over us, and to create a weapon for future purposes. The pay was particularly nothing since I was a beginner; I'm still trying to make a name for myself. Chaeyoung's doing well. She's been working as a baker because let's face it. We need the money.

Chaeyoung scoffed, clearly offended by my reply. "Would you stop calling me that? The name's dead. And I don't think that the man is a secret sword fighter."

"That's what he wants you to think," I claimed, raising my middle finger on what I assume was the thinking pose. The last time I tried to mimic the hand signal, I had gotten punched in the face. I learned to embrace that. "You know Rosie, you could at least help me, or I don't know, cheer me on?"

Chaeyoung formed what I assumed was a pitiful smile. When she got up and walked closer to me, She held a lock of her rose gold hair and placed it on top of mine. "Jimin. We share the same blood, same eyes, and past. You were determined to be the strong one and tried protecting me all these years no matter what, and I am grateful to have a brother like you,"

I nodded along, "Thank you Rosie, but where is this coming from?"

Chaeyoung sighed, "It's going to be hard for me to tell you this, but I'm saying it in the best and most sincere way possible. Drop the plan."

"What-"

"Face it, Jimin. It's been seven whole years! You couldn't find the culprit then, and you're not going to find him now."

"Of course, no one wants to be the helpful loser that raises their hopes up and falls disappointed, but come on Rosie! Have faith in me, please..." I managed to let out. As if I'm supposed to be happy that the person I care about the most doesn't even believe in me. She was silent, not daring to look at me.

I stormed off without uttering a single word, chucking the twig in frustration. Before I knew it, I was making my way to the pub. I got inside and noticed that it wasn't as crowded as it used to be. I remember being scared of how big and violent the men looked when I stumbled upon this place. Thankfully I was escorted out by a worker there who turned out to be my friend, Min Yoongi's father.

I sat on a stool and asked for a beer. A few minutes had gone by and I didn't feel like finishing my drink. Finding the bastard was my main focus for these past years. How could  Rosie say such a thing? I felt like I was betraying my family if I even thought about giving up. Why would she do that? and what if-

"Look at you all hammered. control your drinking, or you're gonna pass out."

Snapping back into reality, I became aware that the owner of that voice was no other than the man himself, Min Yoongi. Sarcastic as ever. It turns out, he was following his father's footsteps. It's great, but Chae's words entirely absorbed my attention. I gave him a small grin, and politely replied, "Well, fuck you too."

Yoongi raised a brow, "You look like shit. What's wrong?" He asked as he replaced the unfinished drink on the side and sat right next to me. His choice of words were odd, but I know it was well-intended.

I turned my whole body towards him and let out a sigh, "It's Rosie, I guess her words hurt me in a way. Remember that man I told you about? It's been years, and I still haven't had a single clue on who it is and how to handle it. It makes me feel like a failure." It was wrong of me to walk away from her like that. I guess I didn't want it to be true.

Yoongi went back behind the table and started cleaning up the glass. Seconds later, what he said sobered me up, "You know... If it makes you feel like less of a failure, I know someone that can help you with that." He said with no amusement.

I shot up, "Are you serious?" Give me something, anything.

"Yeah. Her name's Irene, she sits here quite often and sometimes gives me too much information while drunk. I could give you her intel on where she lives and contact her about your mystery man." He continued. That was it. If only I could repay my dear friend in some way.

 As I was flashing him a smile, his hand extended to me before adding the ever so glorious, "That will be 12 coins." As I was giving the payment to him, he went and slid a small paper into my pocket. I mumbled a 'thank you' before heading out.

My first goal was to find Chae, and to my surprise, I was able to find her in the bakery. As we locked eyes, hers read of surprise, then guilt.

"Hey."

Hey everyone! This is the first-ever chapter of Regicide. I'm sure that we would be able to grow better as we continue. Thank you for reading, and your feedback would be loved.

signed - E