A/N: This chapter focuses on how/why Jungkook became/is the way he is.
There will be VIOLENCE and ABUSE mentioned within this chapter as this is a mafia au obviously, but I just wanted you guys to know in advance.
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Jungkook felt his insides raging with a passion of a thousand fires, not a passionate fire a lover felt, yet the passion to squeeze V's throat until he could say no more. Jungkook dropped the formalities, Taehyung was no longer his hyung, yet a rival who competed for his lover, he was just V.
Jungkook ran a shaky hand through his inky blackened hair and walked away from the scene not before glancing at his elder and Nar who were quite cozy with each other. He wanted to be left alone so he allowed his feet to take him to the bathroom where he could cool down.
His long legs swished by the nurses who were crowding around different rooms with clipboards in their hands, Jungkook turned around to see what room it was that they were headed towards, and it wasn't Nar's. The man exhaled a breath he didn't even know he held and continued to walk to the bathroom.
He had finally made his way over to the bathroom and locked the door. Jungkook placed both of his hands on the sink, leaning against the sink and peered within the mirror at his own reflection. Jungkook looked hideous. Pits had formed under his eyes signifying his lack of sleep due to the woman he loved. Greasy hair sticking up all around the crown of his head, wrinkled clothes consisting of a t-shirt, skinny jeans, and combat boots. His eyes were ignited with hatred and his full lips trembled.
Junkook immediately turned the tap on and cupped his hands retrieving as much water as he could and splashed his face multiple times. He then shook his head and slid down on the bathroom floor, the lack of hygiene was the least of his concerns, his emotional state was so frail that he could care less.
Jungkook looked at the cold tiles lay ahead of him on the floor, he was an ugly man, his father was right. His father was right about all of it. Jungkook continued to stare ahead of the tiles and felt himself grow weak to his nightmares. He threw his head back and his surroundings dissolved.
(Flashback)
A kicking was heard outside the main door of the house prior to the car being parked within the garage. The house door rattled with such intensity that in little Jungkook's eyes, the house shook as well as his frail little heart.
At that time Jungkook was 12 and as weak as any child would be at his age, so doing what any other kid would do, he ran to the basement and ran inside the closet door and locked it afterward.
The door was continually being rattled from his father's drunken rage, begging to be opened. His mother was afraid of not only the consequences of opening the door but also those of not opening it. 4 am was not a time for civilized people to be coming home after a whole day out to God knows where, yet the weighted stench of alcohol hit the house when his mother's trembling hands opened the door for her husband.
Jungkook's father's daily demand for copious amounts of money and the stench of alcohol lead them to not limit their beliefs that he blew this money off on younger "whores" at clubs. Yet for the sake of her dignity, she never discussed her marital problems with no one and acted as if her home situation was ideal. She was quite the talented actress and played the role of the happy wife well, she masked her problems so well that she has never batted an eyelash or leaked a tear in front of her son, Jungkook. Yet the younger boy was surprised when he found his mother sitting on the ground with her head laying on the side of the bed as she wept, it seemed as if she had forgotten to shut the door and her cries for help were heard by her younger son who was playing in the living room. He had never seen his mother so broken, even when her father beat her, she never told Jungkook to disrespect his father and just smiled as he yanked her hair and told her son to go away. That day Jungkook's mother prayed for relief and mercy from whatever sins she had committed to deserve a horrendous husband and she wished that he would spend the rest of his life in agony as she had done so. Little Jungkook had then realized how much pain his mother went through and vowed to interfere whenever anything was to occur.
