Full Moon

Chapter 1: Jungkook

Blood emptied on the ground from torn-up bodies that were messily and carelessly scattered everywhere in the forest opening. The horrid sound of bones cracking and flesh being consumed is the sole thing one will hear if they happen to be close by.

Bright golden eyes ringed with crimson gleamed with satisfaction and pleasure as it eyes down on its lifeless prey. The huge creature looked up and glowered at the full moon mocking its creation.

The creature grunted and growled before turning its feet and trudging into the deep and dark forest.

With shallow breaths and fear pooling in the witness' eyes, he covered his quivering lips to prevent a scream from getting out.

He trembled at the revolting sight of blood that soiled the ground. The beast was no longer in sight, but the man saw everything.

His heart shuddered in horror as he slowly stepped back from where he was hiding. Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of his forehead.

"What god made that thing?" he muttered between unsteady breaths as he ran back inside the town.

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Jungkook's POV

"Mmmm... curse you, sun." I groaned as I pulled the duvet over my head. Blocking the sun's irritating blinding light that woke me up.

I was about to go back to dreamland when—

*alarm blaring off*

I harshly flung my blanket off of me and turned to scowl at the morning sun brightly shining through my glass window. I sat up and forcibly unplugged the alarm clock on my bedside table.

I began picking up the pillows on the floor and fixing my messy bed until it was neat and tidy. I just recently moved to this town about a month ago and after much deliberation, I decided to look for a job.

I toured the town when I arrived to familiarize myself with the place I'm going to live in. I also took time to find myself a roof to live under.

My parents were killed when I was thirteen. They were murdered by a group of assassins.

I wasn't that young to not know about those kinds of people, I'm not stupid and naive. I was consumed by anger, grief, and pain when I had to watch my parents die as I hid inside their closet, peeking through the narrow slit that allowed me to witness what was happening.

They were stabbed all over their body, killing them in an instant. The assassins even went as far as dismembering their lifeless bodies.

. . .and I had to watch all of that.

I considered myself lucky enough for them not to search through the closets or even under the bed to see if anyone else was there.

Although one of them nearly did, I was saved by the phone call from the guy who tore my dad's body apart.

I wasn't able to hear their conversation. Scared to get caught and ending up in the same fate my parents did, I shut my mouth and kept quiet. All I know is that they wanted me next.

After that day, I was an orphan. I made it my mission to kill those assassins who brutally murdered my parents and whoever's pulling the strings.

I lived and hid in the shadows for five years. Once I traced them down, I didn't hesitate to wipe them out. All of them, down to the last living body inside their headquarters.

I felt satisfied seeing their disembodied parts. It was rejuvenating.

I left the city later and traveled to different places. Four years of laying low and blending in with the people, striving to enjoy the days that flew by. I lived my life just like how my parents would've wanted me to after wasting five years tailing pieces of shit (my parents' murderers).