Nothing More Dangerous Than Love

Backstory Of Him

My name is Jeon Jungkook

I was born on September 1, 1997 in Busan

I am a member of the Mafia named Kultra

No, the Mafia business isn't in my family, I got recruited, well, sort of

My family consists of Seunmi (my mom), Kiyeong (my dad), & Seokmyung (my older brother).

Well, at least it used to consist of all of them

Now, it's just me

They're dead

Everyone in Kultra has a "Mafia recruitment" story, mine's the least luxurious to be honest

This is my story:

I grew up in poverty, my dad worked day and night shifts, but even with that, he could barely  sustain our family. It was getting rough for my dad to maintain the four of us, plus, my brother was thinking about going to college, and those were expenses my dad could definitely not afford. So, the 8 year old me thought of a great idea that was definitely going to help my dad. I asked my brother if we could go fishing, and he agreed. When we arrived at the lake, I threw my water bottle to the lake, and when he bent down to grab it, I buried his face into the water. He was moving erratically, but since little I had an amazing force, plus, my brother was very skinny and short. I drowned him. I felt this...adrenaline whilst killing him, I felt...no remorse, at all. That's when I discovered my passion for killing. Something about the rush of being in power for a few minutes, something about for the first time being the one in power no matter who the other person is, something about the scared look in their eyes, something...unexplainable. I told my parents that my brother had drowned, and obviously, they didn't even suspect that I killed him cause, well, who would suspect an 8 year old?

Things got even worst for my family. My dad got fired from the job so we were even more economically unstable than before. My mom ended up leaving us for a way richer guy. In one hand, I don't blame her, she would finally get to live the live she deserves, my mom was the most intelligent and elegant women I've ever known. She was my only tie to a feminine and more softer side, she was the only one that made me feel at ease, when I was with her, all of those sadistic thoughts would just go away, and her voice...every time she sang me to sleep...it was like actual angels singing. When I was little I never had any friends who were girls, well, in general, I didn't have many friends. The only true one I had Joonhyuk, I suppose we were friends just cause he was as fucked up as me, in fact, he is in a Mafira called Tietra, but Kultra and Tietra are enemies, so I don't talk to him. I cared so much about her, since she was the only person that made me feel loved, I wanted her to stay with me forever, she made me feel cared about, I felt like I could trust her, she loved me. I may be sadistic, but I know how to care about people, and whatever happens to them, will affect me too. But, on the other hand, I was infuriated with her. For the first time in my life, I was feeling rage. An unquenchable rage. I wanted to beat her until she said she wouldn't leave, or until she took me with her. My dad was't going to be able to keep paying for my school, my education was actually going to end at 10 years old, how sad. I remember the night when my mother told us. Right before my eyes, I saw my dad break a glass of water, take a piece of its glass, and cut my mom with the glass all over her face, he was screaming "now that you look so ugly, no man will want to be with you, not even me" and with that, he shoved the glass right through her heart. I was watching my mother slowly bleed to death in the kitchen floor. This is the first time I felt sadness. I lied next to my mother, I cried until my eyes started hurting, and by that time, she was already dead. "C'mon help me pick her up" said my dad in the most relaxed tone ever, like if he hadn't just killed his wife. But then again, relatable.

 You see, my dad had Multiple Personality Disorder. He had two personalities, one that was Kiyeong, a fun, loving, and caring father and husband. And the one I saw that night. And one that I called, Hoashanje, meaning ash, cause as soon as it appeared, it disappeared, as if it had been blown by the wind. I am very similar to my dad, so I ended up getting that disorder too. My mom used to call my other side Akma, meaning Satan. She once said to me that when I grew up I'd be worse than my dad, and well, she was correct. My dad did not take any medications, since he did n't have the money to afford them. But now, since I'm wealthy, I take these medications, but the members of Kultra don't know that I suffer from this disease. Anything can trigger Akma, from something falling, to me losing a game. I have co-conciousness, so I know what my alter is doing, but I can't stop it. The only thing that can bring me back is the song that my mon sang to me when I was little, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. But the number one thing that can trigger is rage. So when I saw my dad act that way, I lost it. I threw myself at him, holding the same piece of glass he used to kill my mother, and slashed him from his neck to his back. He screamed in pain, and I left running, and never returned home again. I stayed with my aunt for the rest of my childhood

And now, how I was recruited

I was and still am a very agile person. I helped my school achieve many sport prizes. I was great at bow and arrow, see, I was destined to weaponry. I out-runned 20 other schools. And my P.E coach, Mr.Im, was always observing me. I always thought he was some kind of pedophile, but it turns out, he was who was going to hire me for Kultra. So one day, I was walking from school to my Aunt's house, and a black limousine stops beside me. My first thought was to run, but a gun was pointed at me through the car window, and the person behind it said "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Jungkook", so I stay still. 2 men wearing fancy suits and masks came out of the car and placed a black bag over my head, and put me inside the trunk. I was so terrified. I felt the car stop and the trunk opened. They take the bag away from my head, and lead me through a dark corridor, and at the end of it I see a chair, a dimly lit light over it. They sat me there. I had handcuffs around my wrists. Suddenly, a guy appears, and starts reading to me facts about me. I recognised his voice, he was the one who pointed the gun at me. He said things such as my name, my birthday, where I was born, and about my family history, which is something I hadn't told anyone before. "So I've been told that you are a very agile person, great with the bow and arrow, but I wonder...can you use that skill with a gun?" Said the guy. I didn't know if I should talk or not, so I just shrugged. There were several people in the room, and I could barely see the figure of what seemed to be my P.E coach, I knew that guy was shady. "Why don't we check that out?" Said the guy. They took me to a cell-like room, in which several people were being stored, as if they were sardines in a container. "KT656, take him out" Said the guy who's name I still didn't know. One of the other suited up guys opened the cell, and pulled out a guy with a name tag that read "KT656", they labeled people, as if they were cows, people are like cattle to them. The guy was deteriorating, his skin had turned grey, he looked moribund. "Here you have" said the guy, and he placed an ALFA Defender on my hands. When most people used guns for the first time, their hands are shaking, but I, I was so secure and happy, I felt like I was born to do this. I didn't even hesitate, I took the gun, and shot him right in the middle of his head. The suited guys had their jaws hanging, they were so surprised that a 15 year old with no gun experience shot a perfect headshot. "Jungkook, I suppose you are wondering where you are, this is Kultra, a Mafia. If you decide to join Kultra, you'll get all the money you can ever imagine, but, you'd have to kill your father. If you don't decide to join, well, I'd have to kill you, so you kinda don't have a choice". All the money I could ever imagine...I wonder what it'd be like, to finally be wealthy. I took the offer, and became an official member of Kultra. Days later, I killed my father. The guys at Kultra, which are called "Operanimi" (meaning workers in Latin) encouraged me to kill him with my bare hands, so that I can practice that skill. And so I did, I choked my father to death with my own hands. And that made me an official Kultra member.