LUCKY SEVEN ✱ jungkook

PROLOGUE.

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FIVE YEARS AGO

A BEAT PASSES, then a second. Air thick with unwavering tension. I had experienced bloodshed, this was nothing close to new.

But in this moment, I had to win.

Not for the honour of my notorious family name, or the ego which continues to hold my head high. I had to win for my mother.

With a calculating gaze my hand encloses around the cold steel of my trusted gun.

"Pity, if only it didn't come to this," the silver of my firearm gleams in the ambient light, evoking a symphony of power and control.

But, alas it did.

Eye for an eye, corpse for a corpse.

"Nothing personal," I reach for the trigger, basking in the glory of my success. "Your son had chosen this destiny, when he so foolishly put a bullet through my mother's skull."

"Revenge is not the answer, son," her pitiful voice ran through me, aggravating me.

How hypocritical, having raised a delinquent son herself. A son who so stupidly took the life of my mother.

I pulled the triggered.

Crimson liquid representing her sorrowful life flows out of her body, staining the pristine surroundings. "You will pay for your unforgiving nature, at the hands of a woman."

Ah, a detail I read. This dying mother is a fortune teller. Lucky for me, I take no interest in such washed up swindling. Valueless lies sold to you in the form of riddles and doom, all a waste of time. Distorted information about the future none of us will live to see.

Silence envelopes within the four cramped walls for a passing minute. "You will crumble at the fate of a strong-willed woman, you will fall to your defeat to pay for your sins."

Her voice is nothing but a mere whisper, a weakened mumble. Though her words spit poisoned venom, tone almost believable.

As she bleeds out, my chest ripples with mirth. The scene unfolding before me proving to be thoroughly amusing. The curse of a dying mother testing my pride. Oh, how I look forward to confirming this fortune business is nothing more than fabricated lies.

"We shall see."