My Sire || Jikook

☆1. A Baby Wish☆

🌼 WARNING ⚠️:

Depiction of Mature Content ☢

Mature Content may include; 🤷🏻‍♀️

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ E.T.C. 🖤🪧

☆THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE'S PERSONAL LIFE OR FEELINGS. EVERYTHING INSIDE IS FICTIONAL. YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED.

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Jeon Mansion, Seoul.

A beautiful afternoon. A giant pool in the middle of a huge grey stoned backyard, the pool had a warning sign that was stating; 'Not For Swimming'.

A long queue of men standing dressed in black suits all around the backyard.

While, A young man was lying over his stomach on an outdoor bar table that was made of glass and a tattoo artist was standing by him, puncturing his bare back, giving finishings to that huge 'Black Asian Dragon' tattoo covering the young man's back.

The young man had dark eyes and sharp facial features with his dark black hair damped and slicked rolled back when he was wearing a pair of black pants with no shirt on. His right arm covered by tattoos as well with his nails painted black.

Resting his chin on the back of his hands with a face as if he was bearing with so much pain until... "Fuck!" He hissed and the tattoo artist abruptly paused.

"My apologies, Sire. It is overdone, it needs time to heal before I start drawing the filings" The Tattoo artist told him.

"I want it done before night" He ordered with his gritted teeth.

"Sire, your skin is bleeding..."

"Just shut the fuck up and do it. I have to take my fucking throne tomorrow. It isn't my fault that my fucking father died without an announcement to his death date. It's already a week and you whore can't puncture a fucking skin" He was sharply stating to the tattoo artist until another man came up to them to interrupt them with a bow.

"What?!" That young man with a bleeding back, yelled at him even when the latter didn't say a word.

"My Sire, Your uncle is here from Busan, he wants to meet you but... recently, I have got a peculiar story about the way your uncle is talking within the empire against us"

"Yes, Han, let's keep roaming around in your maze of words until I, Jeon Jungkook, grow grey hair and still you wouldn't make a fucking sense" Jungkook sarcastically noted.

"My Sire, Police didn't let their shipment pass and each time, police get to know about it anyhow. Your father was dealing with this matter and now that he has gone... I have heard that your uncle and his people... want to separate from us... they are working on things behind our back since they have this issue that... they are saying that... you are way too young to rule an empire... and they don't want to work under a..." Han couldn't finish his sentence as he kept his gaze low.

"Under a what?!" Jungkook yelled at him, forcing him to gulp the words out.

"Under a... seventeen years old boy" Han mumbled out abruptly and Jungkook just glared at him.

Jungkook pushed the hand of that tattoo artist off him and stood up from the table, making all the standing men surrounding the place to kneel down before him.

"Han, Send him in" Jungkook ordered in a calm voice and Han abruptly rushed away only to come back quick, bringing an older man along.

"Jungkook, it's been years" The older man greeted with a wide grin as he walked up and patted Jungkook's back and Jungkook looked at his hand while Jungkook's people looked at each other with their gulps. Still, kneeled down.