<HORNS>|| BTS x Jungkook ~Mafia AU~

Monsters

"Get up and fight like a real man!"

A nine year old Jungkook was staggering and bleeding from all his cuts, Grandmaster Nam hadn't gone easy on his Taekwondo kicks, especially when practising on an open rooftop.

"P-please, I - I don't like it..." Jungkook whimpered, but refused to let tears fall as he was dangerously close to the edge of a Jeon Enterprises skyscraper. He gulped as his eyes widened before he peered over the edge and felt his breakfast rise to the back of his throat.

His small heart was palpitating but Nam had only just begun their training.

At five foot ten, Nam wasn't tall or muscly, but he was the best fighting teacher in Asia, possibly worldwide. His agility, pace and mind was unmatchable. No one could compare to his dark eyes and scar infested skin, his scruffy stubble and zero shaven head alongside that uncanny smirk; he looked like bad news from a mile off. He was the kind of person mother's warned their children not to get involved with, to stay away from and not to trust.

Yet he was one of the ones most loyal to Mr Jeon. He had trained Woobin too, but the difference is that Woobin was always a warrior, a fighter and could stand his ground. Jungkook on the other hand was born with a softer personality, his stars constellated shy nature and a loving heart.

Nam slowly walked towards Jungkook who now had his head bent down, sitting on the cold concrete with crossed legs and sweat drenching his royal blue Taekwondo robes.

"You're giving up?" Nam sneered as Jungkook shook his head once.

"Ani - aniyo...I - I don't like heights and-"

The boy was cut off by a soaring pain in his stomach, Nam had kicked him hard. Before he could take another breath, two more forceful kicks found their way deep into the nine year olds stomach and he was now coughing up blood.

"What was that? I can't seem to hear you Jungkook."

Small, trembling hands wiped away blood drooling from his bottom lip whilst he tried to hide under spurts of his overgrown black fringe.

He wanted to be swallowed up by the earth, he'd wanted friends and a normal life just like the rest of the kids. He envied the sons of business partners, the ones who were always smiling and having birthday parties. And the one time Jungkook was allowed to a birthday party, the one time he had a chance to make friends, he didn't. Instead, he sat in the corner until the other rich kids decided to have fun with him. But he was tricked for they dared him to go to the basement where they locked him down.

The worst part is Jungkook didn't even scream or cry.

Instead, he found an odd solace in the darkness. When the mean boys came to check on him, Jungkook dragged them into the pits of shadows and they were all found unconscious. Jungkook couldn't remember what had happened.

"Your Abeoji has asked me to discipline and train you. Do you want to be cut up, do you want your insides painting your family's bodies red? Do you want Woobin to die? DO YOU WANT TO BE THE REASON WHY YOUR PARENTS ARE DEAD?!" Nam roared as Jungkook shot up, pumped at the accusations, ready to fight the older man.

"Ya! Don't you dare say that! They are my family!" Jungkook shouted back furiously.

He instantly regretted it.

Nam raised an eyebrow and light gray clouds were forming above them, so close that had Jungkook jumped, he would be able to grab a wisp. Nam stepped into the young boy and placed a heavy hand on his undeveloped shoulders.