Truth Untold of the Underworld : KSJ BTS (on hold)

Introduction

Hello to anyone reading this, please bear with since it is my first time writing a fan fiction and I am terrible at writing. So good luck for reading this stupid chapter and try to enjoy to the best of your abilities! Peace!!!!😂

Life is the weirdest obstacle in the world. No one can understand nor can anyone beat this game. It's one of those things where we just go along with our days to ultimately die one day without really truly understanding what our purpose is in life. My life is no exception which is also a paradox, and me being myself. My name Park Yerin, age; 22, occupation; the leading bodyguard of a super mafia group. How I did I ever get myself into this mess is still quite unknown to me as well as the next person. However, I can assure you one thing is that this 22 year old student of Seoul University is having the time of her life. My life has been pretty weird overall. I was born and raised in the New York City, of the United States of America. I have two other siblings, a brother who seven years younger than me and a sister who is 8 years younger, and two parents. While I had a normal family I did things that wasn't quite normal per say for a child. I learned tae kwon do as a child and ultimately became a black belt in martial arts, parkour at the Park with roller blades, and stood up against bullies that were double my size and beating them up if I needed to. Then finally at the age of 18 I was kicked out of my home by my father; leaving me to fend for myself, and here starts the saga of my life.

*Flashback back 4 years ago*
Wearing my jeans, t-shirt with my flannel unbuttoned and converses was not the best option for fall weather, but it wasn't like I had any time to pack anything. I had left, I mean kicked out of the only place I always knew as home, nope, not a home just a house. A house with four walls and a roof. The only reason why it felt like home was because of my mom. She made that jail turn into a home. Now, not being able to return to it even if I wanted to because now the only difference is that my own mom doesn't want me there. Leaving had two problems. The first, my siblings who were so dependent on me had no one to protect them, and secondly I had nowhere to go. I was too young for anyone to hire me and dying wasn't an option. As I wandered the streets of the city, thinking how my life became like this, what would happen to my siblings, mom, and importantly, I. Why did mom do this to me? I gave her my all, and this is what I get. After a while wandering the streets of New York City, I came across such a loser that wasn't paying any attention to his food cart. So I did what any smart person would is steal some of the food so the pang in my stomach would reduce to some extent. However, to my dismay; the loser was smart enough to notice and called for the police that were also conveniently stationed next to the cart. Man, now definitely wasn't the time to meddle with the cops, nor any other time for that matter. The grip of his hand on my collared shirt was strong, but not after long I was able to free myself from this demon. Until of course he pushed me which sent me flying across to the busy, car-filled road. As I look up to see where I have landed, I see my death very close to me as a limo coming towards me. When seeing such a visual, not just I, but anyone would freeze and that's exactly what happened to me. Who knew such an incident would change the ways of my life.

As I sit there in the road and a limo coming towards me I see the flashbacks of my entire life and briefly thinking of the mother who has loved me so much over the years unconditionally ended up being the worst enemy anyone could have because of a lie my own father had created. At that time being so fed up with my situation, rather than living, dying was the better option as I closed my eyes while the limo still came toward me and I would embrace the impact that would hit me soon enough.