Blood, Sweat, & Tears

Park Jimin

Scars, pain, hatred. That's all that young Park Jimin ever knew. His family hated him with a passion. He was beaten and degraded on a daily basis. But what was a young boy to do about it? The police weren't willing to take the case, no matter how many times it was brought to them. They wouldn't dare split up a family. They wouldn't dare take a boy from his parents, no matter how much he begged for them to. They were hurting him. 

That's how 13-year-old Jimin found himself within the ranks of the largest gang in Busan. Though no one knew his real face, he worked undercover for everything. His real face was never on display for anyone. 

Jimin slinked his way along the back walls in the basement level of the apartment building. A traitor somewhere in the room with him. The snake only armed with a firearm was either going to have to escape or kill the young undercover knife expert with his bare hands. Jimin stopped moving for a second, opening his ears for any sign of life anywhere around him. Ragged breathing came from a few paces in front of him and it was getting closer. Quickly and silently, Jimin hid away behind the boiler. 

"Come out little kiddy," The older man spoke, his voice gravelly and a hint of fear behind the poor excuse for bravado, "I'll make it quick. You won't suffer one bit." Jimin waited patiently, adrenaline pounding through his veins. The man passed by, his back now to Jimin. With one swift motion, the blade of Jimin's knife was pressed into the other's throat. 

"Any last words?" Jimin asked though it was cliche it made him feel cool. The man he held chuckled and as he went to escape Jimin's grip, he forced the blade deeper into his skin and slit his throat himself. Jimin's lips twisted into a scowl when the man's hot blood spilled over his hand. 

Jimin left Busan soon after that. He was feeling stagnated. He wanted more than just violence and blood. That was what he tried so hard to leave to begin with. At least up in Seoul, he could pursue his true passion: dance. 

Jimin sat on the ground of a dark alley, his head in his hands. He'd tried so hard to get that loan from the bank, but with no collateral how did they know that they would get their money back. A dance academy was a hard thing to maintain and didn't necessarily provide any stability. Jimin looked up when he heard footsteps stop in front of him. He looked up to see a man, a bandana over the bottom half of his face, his cap covering the rest. 

"You need help?" The man's voice was deeper than Jimin's. A Daegu accent colored it as well.  

"Unless you have thousands of dollars on you right now, you can't help me," Jimin responded. He didn't mean to sound so rude, but he was frustrated. 

"I think you'd be surprised," The man leaned against the building on the other side, "What do you need it for?" 

"Rent," Jimin began, "Collateral for a dance academy, food, everything." 

Jimin studied the man who was now almost all shadow. The man was studying him too. 

"Tell you what kid," The man started coming out of the shadows and lowering the bandana, "I can help you out. But first, tell me... what do you know about the underground?" 

Jimin became a part of Bangtan. He wasn't required to kill anyone either. Unless it was a dire situation. He was happy with his situation. His dance studio was up and running. He had a family of four older brothers who would do anything to protect him. Everything was perfect until he met her. 

Kyung-soon was a vocalist from the studio that Yoongi worked at. She may have been talented when it came to singing, but she had quite a bit to learn when it came to dancing. Jimin was happy to help her, but soon was pining after her. She was just so beautiful. 

However, Jimin wasn't willing to put her in the amount of danger that could come from being with him. He couldn't bear to put her in harm's way and when your job after hours is operating sections of one of the most rapidly growing gangs in the country, harm was almost always a constant companion. However, he noticed that the other four had girlfriends. None of whom knew about their other life. Jimin was determined to keep her at arm's length. 

Jimin was cleaning up the studios for the day. The last child's mother had come to pick him up. There was nothing left to do besides lock up. Jimin glanced to the desk in his office. On it sat picture after picture of his fiancee. He had failed in his quest to keep Kyung-soon at arm's length. Because of that, he worked even harder to make sure she was never exposed to his lifestyle. Upon the desk also sat a photo of all 12 of their mutual friends. The boys of Bangtan and their women. 

He smiled fondly. His life was strange. Living in a mansion with his gang members and their fiancees, who had no idea what was going on in the basement while they sat in the kitchen and planned the weddings. He wouldn't trade it for the world. At least he knew everyone was safe as long as they were together. They also were under constant security, not only from the fact that their fiancees were celebrities but from the low-ranking members of Bangtan who pledged to keep the house safe. 

"Minnie-oppa?" Jimin whirled to face the door. His beautiful woman stood there. Her light brown hair cascading around her shoulders. She looked absolutely angelic. Her delicate features looking even more so in the fluorescence of the lights. She looked as if she would break if a breeze blew by. She smiled at her fiance, "Are you ready to go home?" 

Jimin walked over to her and placed a soft kiss on her lips while playing with the ring on her finger. The ring that promised she would marry him and be his forever. 

"Yeah," He placed another kiss on her lips, "Let's go." 

The ring