Pretend To Be Mine | Namjin FF ✓

mine to care

Namjoon:

I've never felt so relieved in my life. I was relaxed knowing I finally have someone to share my burdens with, someone who will not judge me and will never leave me.

It was very hard to reach this point. When I was sixteen years old, I was certain that I would never find anyone who would be like family to me, but I was so wrong.

I have two people in my life who are truly mine. They are always there for me and will never leave me: Yoongi and my precious Seokjin.

I don't know how I got so lucky to find Seokjin. The way he held me when I was breaking down last week assured me that I've finally found someone just for me.

After the death of my parents, I was convinced that I would never find happiness again, but I couldn't have been more wrong. All my happiness and my reason for living came in the form of a single person whom I'll protect with my life.

After the cruel incident that forced me to mature at only sixteen years old, I've struggled to keep going. The only thought that kept me alive was the need for revenge.

As soon as I escaped my burning house, I sat in front of it, watching it burn to ashes with my family's bodies inside. The scenes from moments before were vivid in my mind. I cried loudly with wails and hiccups, mourning my family for the first time. Then I stood up with newfound determination: I would kill the man who murdered my parents with my own hands.

I went to a nearby computer shop, searching for everything my father had told us about his work. He had mentioned once, when I asked why he came home late, that he worked for D Corporations and that the job kept him there late into the night.

I typed "D Corporation" into the search bar and clicked. Many sites appeared, and I studied each one. They were filled with pictures of the man who killed my family. His name was Kang Sangchul, and I vowed to myself that I had to kill him to get justice.

At the end of the search results, my interest was piqued by a link to the dark web. I opened the site and seethed with anger at what I found there. Sangchul, known as Daniel in the underworld, was involved in mafia business and worked for a hidden organization.

This organization ship people outside the country and kids to pedophiles. An insane wave of nausea hit me when I clicked one of the video in a dark web. How can someone rape small childs and then make their video. The face of the person wasn't clear in the video.

I found an address on the web and decided to go there since I had nowhere else to go.

I watched this place from afar; it looked like a normal bar, but I knew cruel things were happening there. I stood there all night, observing the bar. When morning came, I went to school. I had already decided what I was going to do. Since my grades were good and I was on a scholarship, I worked hard to ensure I could get a scholarship for college as well.

Because it was the mafia, the police never came. A family was murdered just like that, with no investigation.

After school, I went to the bank where my father had an account. There was enough money for me to rent a room for myself. So, I rented a room close to the bar, which was called "Chilled," so I could watch what was going on there. I applied for a job at the bar, and perhaps because luck was on my side, I got a job as a waiter in the VIP section.

After a few weeks of working there, I became comfortable with the VIP patrons. I eavesdropped on every conversation and eventually discovered that there was a basement in the club where all the hideous activities took place.

I had to go there now. Hiding from everyone, I snuck into the basement and stumbled upon a boy about my age, covered in bruises around his face and neck, with dead eyes.