seoul | v.k

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"jeon jungkook. do you know how much trouble you've caused us?" a small, pale man said, crossing his arms. he stood infront of the boy, looking like a prince compared him.

he had a few rough bruises painted on his soft skin. the elder was wearing a neat suit, yet ink still peered out, covering his hands & part of his neck.

he carressed jungkook's skin lightly. observing the cuts & bruises from an earlier beating.

"namjoon bettah be moar careful next toime. ya took a real beatin' kid" his accent was heavy & added to the roughness of his appeal. man rarely had any scratched though, he was sharpest shooter out there.

"i'm sorry kookie baby. you scared us all to death, if you could even kill us." the man in various shades of pink said, walking into the small, dark room.

the queen.

also known as mother, he truly was a queen, as he was treated as one.

their little "family" was really one of the scariest gangs in all of seoul. they didn't intend to be that way. they were just misfit kids who ran away from home at a young age. childhood friends & new friends. survival turned into fun, & fun turned into twisted survival.

namjoon, the leader (& father) loved & nutured his family. seokjin, the queen, was his lover. he was spoiled sick & showered with love every possible change namjoon got. he was treated at the queen he was. they met at the club seokjin danced at. when their eyes met, the whole room vanished & it was only the two of them. seokjin wasn't afraid of anything, & namjoon loved every bit of it.

"you know we can't afford to have you leave us. is this how you repay us? by running away? where would you go? please don't do anything rash, you know how much your father hates irrational judgement." seokjin wasn't always kind, but he cared about everyone.

he was nurturing & soft, yet as indestructible as a diamond. he was the one that suggested to take jungkook in. he was so beautiful he could persuade anyone, especially his lover.

"i wish i could help you, but this time namjoon isn't budging. sleep tight baby, things will get better soon." seokjin kissed the top of his head, & exited, yoongi following behind him.

jungkook was left alone, sat upon an old wooden chair, tied up. he sat in a cold, dark room surrounded by blank walls. punishment night again?

they lived in an abandoned building in the darkest part of seoul. it was their base & home. each level had a meaning, according to namjoon. training, storage, living space, etc.

jungkook was starting to despise these same four walls.

he wanted out

for good this time.

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"jimin!" one of them called out.

the orange haired male turned around, his eyes practically sparkling as he spotted his best friends.

no, his family. everyone was so dear to him, & everyone loved him so very much. he made everyones heart flutter, no matter who it was.

he smiled, lighting up everything in sight. jungkook swears the boy was an angel. a fallen angel, because lord knows that boy was not pure. his eyes turned into cresants, showing a truly magnificent sight.

suddenly his expression changed.

his smile fades & his eyes appear again.

"w-why"

his tiny voice trembled.

"j-jimin?"

black.

his eyes were pure black. his face began melting as the enviornment grew darker.

"why did you let me die?"

"i'm sorry"

"i'm so sorry jimin"

infront of him stood yoongi, the man sobbing harshly. his pale skin looking completely grey & lifeless.

jungkook stood amungst the other 3. all that could be heard were sobs & the presence of rage. while the others were mourning the loss of their precious family member, namjoon was exploding with fury.

it all begins now.

as jungkook turned around the 3 vanished. he looked back infront to jimin & yoongi to find them gone too, but found another figure infront of him.

he had a strong build, shiny brown hair, but his face was blurred out.

"hello?"

"can you hear me?"

-

..hello?

can you hear me?

yeah

i can hear you

oh

call me jungkook

i finally have a name for you

jungkook

i like it

w-what is it you needed?

i hadn't heard from you

i thought you were on the run?

what do you mean home?

they caught me

he's too fucking quick

the man is brilliant

nothing gets past him

& i hate him for it

i want to help you

you can't

what if i tried

they're not just anybody

what do you mean?

have you heard of bangtan?

the gang?

what about them?

you aren't being hunted down by one of the members are you?

...no

i heard nobody has seen them & been around to tell about it

of course

they're too careful

what?

i'm one of them

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most nights i hear death calling me - kalko

i'm so sorry to jimin stans [this story is not safe for yall]

votes are kindly appreciated ♥