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〔10〕

"He's gone wild," a woman next to Yureum says and the queen gulps in fright of what is about to follow.

"Filthy piece of shit," muttering against gnashed teeth, Jungkook grabs one by the collar and straddles his lap. Once he begins landing punches on the other it's as if there's no stopping him till he kills the man. It's astounding how he is able to break the nose of the soldier despite of being chained.

"Oh lord," Yureum drops the sack of gravel and holds her dress up. "This is madness." She says and tries to step forward when an older woman holds her back.

"You'll hurt yourself," she warns. "You don't want that now, do you? You have to be careful." Daunted, she holds herself back whilst watching her husband fend off the jabs directed toward him.

When Jungkook starts to overpower the two soldiers, they call for more to come and hold him down. Soon, the grapple surges into a horrific fight. Jungkook is eventually thrown onto the ground even as guards attack him with belts and jagged poles.

"Christ!" Yureum shrieks in terror when Jungkook's blood pools around him.

She shakes the woman's hand off herself and runs over to her bleeding husband. Kneeling beside him, she takes his head onto her lap, having a few hits land on her own back.

"Please!" She screams while her eyes water and faint streams of tears roll down her glazed skin. "Spare us your leniency. Be kind, I beg of you!" The pleas slip out of her lips like water as she glances at her nearly unconscious husband.

The soldiers stop, panting and breathing heavily. They seem to let their eyes feast on the vulnerability of Yureum and Jungkook before scoffing scornfully and going back to their places.

"Resume your work!" One of them shouts and person by person, all the labourers renew building the arena.

"Yureum..." Jungkook begins but trails away. He hisses in pain, clutching his torso — abdomen, more specifically — and shuts his eyes tight to register the pain.

"Shh, I'm here," she softly tells the man on her lap, her lissome fingers tenderly brushing against his face and around his head. "Are you feeling alright? Do you need anything? Water, maybe?"

"No, thank you," Jungkook exhales sharply. "Are you okay?"

Yureum smiles, a tear falling onto Jungkook's forehead and rolling down his temple. She wipes it away and answers, "I've been better but yes. I'm okay as long as you are alright."

They hear a horse gallop and come towards them. Beom-sok jumps off his horse and steps closer to them, Jungkook half-sitting by now. He stands in front of both for a couple seconds, casting a dark silhouette. Slowly, he crouches down to their level, squatting on a knee next to Yureum.

Jungkook's gaze is piercing. His free hand forms a fist, accumulating a bit of sand. "You must go to the sick room," Beom-sok scans Jungkook's condition and then says.

Surprised and nonplussed, Yureum manages to stammer out. "What?"

Beom-sok clears his throat to sound vicious. "I don't like the sight of injured labourers. It hinders with the work. Go to the sick room and get all this fixed," he motions at Jungkook's wounded torso and then gets up and jumps onto his horse. Giving Yureum and Jungkook one last look, he gently kicks his horse at the side and then rides away.

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Jimin's shoulders pain by the weight of the blade plough. Little beads of sweat trickle down his forehead even as his lips slip out grunts and groans of exhaustion and ache.

"Let me help you with that," you stand up to walk over to him, the dry mud muddling your dress as you do so.

"No." He states assertively, command tearing it's way through the air. His eyes land on you, protective and worried, scanning all of your body to spot any trace of disturbance that Changwon has presumably caused you till now. "Go back to planting the seeds Y/n. That's less strenuous."