"BAD GUY" | JJK • BTS

Chapter 1.

the sound of pots and pans clanking and banging against each other circled out through the small house in korea, the youngest jeongguk made his way out of his room and into the kitchen where his mom stood trying to cook food and put the clean dishes away. the big doe eyes watched his poor mother do everything she could in her power to make sure the bambi eyed was fed.

"mama?.." the small voice spoke staring up into the elder's bigger eyes waiting on a response from the loud noises he was hearing. his mother immediately stopped what she was doing and faced her little boy.
"oh mommys sorry for making such a big racket in the kitchen, isnt it time for you to head onto school?" she spoke softly almost forgetting to send her seven year old off to school. she quickly grabbed his lunch box and sent him off outside to wait for the bus.

the boy stood there for a few minutes before the big yellow bus came to pick him up, he immediately stepped inside and took the nearest seat he could find. the bus began to move on its way to the next stop not even a few minutes into the ride the older kids on the bus thought it would be funny to throw crumpled up papers at the seven year old hitting him in the back of the head while laughing. jeongguk was never a popular boy but an outcast as his school called him. luckily before they could throw anymore papers the bus stopped and opened its door signaling it was time to get off and start a wonderful day in school.

the bell rang as soon as jeongguk got into his first period class, he wasnt really much of a listener just wanting to daydream out the window instead wanting to be anywhere but at school where the bullies and the homework was. first period went by as a flash making his second period come next which he was happy due to it having a free period. everyday he decides during his second period to go outside and eat a snack his mother packed him. he grabbed his backpack tightly by the straps and walked outside in a fast motion not wanting anybody else to see him. he quietly sat underneath a tree with the cold breeze hitting him, he took out his lunch bag from his backpack and opened it up revealing his special silverware box and an apple. his mother always wanted him to cut up his own apples especially at age seven. looking back at it now it probably wasn't a good idea.

jeongguk started to slowly and carefully cut up his apple peacefully he was alone and eating enjoying the nice breeze he had blowing on him. a voice startled him out of his calmness making the knife slip and accidentally cutting his finger a little, the sudden sound of a hiss of pain was heard. jeongguk looked down at his finger and watched the red bulb of blood drip down his finger. he hesitatily placed the bloody finger in his mouth to suck the blood clean of his finger. the flavour alone and smoothness of it didnt help his mind. the seven year old was in love with the taste he wanted more. he grabbed the knife he used to cut his apples and glanced over at the bullies who were yelling loudly at nothing, his hands clenched around the knife waiting for his next move. next thing he knows he's charging towards them.

that's where our story begins..