Mafia! AU
After many years, South Korea has finally achieved its desired goal. It is one of the first countries to introduce equality of population and freedom of sexual orientation. Not only straight people have certain visions and advantages that...
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It wasn't worth messing with Jungkook over something. Not so much because of his unfair reputation that preceded him in more than one instance, but more because of the darkness that was eating away at his insides. He could feel it begging to come to the surface. How it whispered to him in a seductive voice to stop controlling himself and allow it to come out for a brief moment. The enticing taste of freedom came to all his nerves each time, completely numbing his senses.
The feeling was too delicious to not give in. The excitement couldn't leave him cold every time. A single glance and his whole body was filled with the ecstasy of large proportions.
It was happening for a reason, wasn't it? Because of something, Jungkook's subordinates were making mistakes. Even though they had been warned beforehand that they would be punished for those, especially betrayal, so why weren't they working in an exemplary manner? Even though he made sure that everyone was thoroughly familiar with his rules and the subsequent punishments, it didn't help. He just wanted the job done perfectly. Nothing more.
Was he expecting much? Apparently yes.
That got him thinking. On the one hand, he was fascinated by the emotions people felt before the actual punishment, but he couldn't understand that even though they knew about it, literally agreed to it themselves, they still made mistakes. Therefore, he concluded :
People obviously longed to be dead. They longed to smell death. They wanted to experience pain.
Because the pain was proof that they were actually alive. At least they tried to be. They were trying for a perfect idea of living, which overall was just a mere imitation of human existence. To them, real substance meant nothing, and when asked what their purpose in life was, the answer would involve primarily material possessions.
But the real meaning was leaning towards the way one chose. Of course, he could have been one of the bad or the good ones, but at the core of his bones, each man was a mere puppet of his own sick instincts that did not allow him to make decisions for himself. To control one's mind required art. Once someone was able to take over his mind, at that moment he owned himself, and therefore became the ultimate decision maker.
