블러드 로제 Blood Rose (Tk)

❣️블러드 로제 🥀

A helicopter landed almost quietly on the front of an elaborately designed mansion. Some men came out of the helicopter, walking towards the entrance of the magnificent edifice, all in black suits and uniforms, but only three entered in. Kim ..., the leader of the Red Moon Mafia. His right-hand man, Kang Chan. And V, the heir to the Red Moon Mafia. Their shinning polished shoes clicked stylishly on the sparkling tiled floor as they made their way to the living room. They were welcomed warmly by the owners of the house, The Jeon's. They looked simple and peaceful. No one would've thought they owned the second-largest Mafia in the whole of South Korea, the first being the Red Moon Mafia. Kim ... subtly took in his surroundings, noticing the absence of both servants and bodyguards, the devilish smile on his face immediately turned more vile. The three took their seat, facing the other three which were, Jeon ..., the leader of the Blood Rose Mafia, Jeon ..., and Jeon Jungkook. From outside, the house was looking gorgeous and serene. Not even a person around it. So silent as a graveyard-....                                                                     Because that's what it was

" Jungkook, upstairs NOW!" His mum shouted at the frightened boy, who was looking at his mum in horror as she bled away. Hesitatingly, he ran upstairs as fast as his little legs could carry him. Fastening his room door, he climbed on his bed, covering his mouth to muffle out his sobs. He could hear the sounds of bullet and groans from below, wrapping himself in his blanket for fear. Then a noise of movements coming from the bathroom, more than enough to suck out all the air in his lungs again."Jungkook." A familiar voice called.

"W-Who's t-t-th-there?" He stuttered.

"Shhh. It's just me." His nurse, a woman in her late forties with a gentle face, came out, looking worriedly at the seven-year-old boy who leaped into her arms, tears flowing down his face as he mumbled "T-They ...Mumiee...g-g-gone." Sobbing uncontrollably.

"I know. I know." Patting the boy's head gently as tears filled her eyes.

"D-don't go. Don't leave kookie too." The crying boy begged.

"I-" she sighed, "I'll try." Caressing his soft hair with her hands while trying her best to stop her tears from flowing.

"Taehyung."

The said boy turned around and saw his father who had just killed both parents.

"You" pointing at him, "go and finish that little shit." He stared at his father shortly before climbing up the stairs. There were a lot of doors to different rooms, but he still found it easy to find the boy's room, hearing the little boy's voice coming from a particular room. He twisted the door handle a little but found it locked. That never stopped him, though. Picking the lock, he opened the door slightly, revealing a whimpering boy wrapped in covers, eyes wide with fright and wet with tears. He stepped inside, coolly took his gun and pointed it on the smaller one.

"Who else is here?" He asked in a monotone voice. A voice he had developed in the eleven years of his life. He stared at the shivering boy before turning towards the bathroom, where he met an older woman. He stared at her with his continually blank face before pointing a gun to her face.

"W-wait." She pleaded "Jungkook he- he begged me not to l-leave him, b-but since I can't do that again, as my last wish please don't hurt him. He's just an innocent little bean. He knows nothing about all this. Please." Her voice reducing to a strained whisper.

"I don't obey last wishes." Shooting her down in her throat.

He walked out quietly, pointing his gun at the younger whose eyes were now enlarged, probably in shock, knowing his favorite and only nurse, his best friend, was gone.

"T-Taehyung" The boy squeaked and for the first time the older boy eyes widened.

"Who tf told you my name?" His voice deeper than usual. "You just sentenced your own death." Aiming at the boy, about to pull the trigger, but to his surprise the boy stumbled off the bed hurriedly and walked past him going to the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He questioned in his robotic voice.

"I-If you're going to k-kill Kookie t-then Kookie would go downstairs a-and die with mummy and daddy." Pouting. Even though his words were broken and wobbled, there was a firmness in his voice.Taehyung glanced at the boy's back briefly in amusement, "Come back here, stupid." Dragging the younger back by the hem of his cloth. "Follow me." He said blankly.They walked silently down the stairs, at least almost silently if you were to ignore the continual gasping that slipped from the younger's lips. The dying room floor covered with blood and men from the Red Moon Mafia, including Kim..., standing in the midst.

"V" Kim ... called, glaring at him. His voice purely emotionless.

"Let's keep him. He has no idea of anything. He can work for us." Taehyung suggested, his hand gripping harshly on the younger's neck.A tension-filled stare-off continued between the leader and his son. Then...He turned around, his back facing the youngsters.

"Fine. We'll keep him, but..." His voice strong with firmness, "He'll be your servant for life. Your little pet project. And when he's capable enough, he'll become your right-hand man." Spitting in a bitter tone.

"But-"

" Dare to say "but" again, and a bullet is going through that fool's skull." Walking out of the house, 'so beautiful but full of blood'

                                                                Quite a replica of the Blood Rose~