Your Heart's In Danger | Jikook

Hammers and Knives

----Rated M for some violence, if you prefer not to read violence then please tell me and I can give you a quick summary.

This chapter is mainly based on the past, sorry everyone! Gangster life go!

Jungkook POV

Thick night colored hair soaked to the scalp with blood. Huge red eyes that seemed to have never seen sleep. Cracked lips that couldn't be read. This was who I saw in the mirror every night before crawling into bed only to lie there wide awake in a fantasy world imagining that one day the abuse would cease. My hope seemed to never fade, even on days like this.

Earlier I had been out with a couple neighborhood friends, Hakyeon and Wonsik, prowling around the small town as if we owned it. We weren't necessarily bad kids, but we weren't good either.

"Let's go smash that stupid old mans' windows!" Wonsik sang excitedly as we had walked down the street, eyeing a house too old to be in this century.

Okay so I take that back, we were bad kids. I pouted and looked over at him. "But, why?"

The two boys stopped in their tracks with their mouths hanging wide open, as if they were trying to catch flies. "Yah! Jungkook! That is a bad man!" Hakyeon snapped.

"Yeah!" Wonsik chided from beside him.

I looked up to think back on anything the old man had done. When my thoughts came back with nothing I responded quietly, "But I don't-"

Hakyeon slapped a hand over my tiny mouth to quiet me before I could continue. "Shhhh! Jeon Jungkook!" He whispered urgently as he wrapped his free arm around my waist and led me behind a couple bushes, Wonsik closely behind us. "You almost gave us away, big mouth!"

"Mmmmhhhpp!" I mumbled through his sweaty fingers.

Wonsik looked down at me with a sly smile. "Don't worry, Kookie. This old man deserves what's coming to him. Just like your dad will deserve what he's going to get too!"

At the word 'dad' I immediately went silent and stopped any thoughts of escape. This is why I'm here in the first place. This is why I do what I do. I nodded silently and Halyeon released me. I moved to a crouch so I could look through the bushes and into the largest window on the house. I could see the old man sitting there peacefully at his dining room table enjoying a cup of some liquid. Hakyeon snorted before standing up and searching the ground with small eyes.

I curiously looked up at the eldest boy. "What'cha lookin' for?"

Wonsik looked up at him as well.

Hakyeon smirked with a sinister gleam in his eyes. "Rocks or anything heavy, little one."

I looked over at Wonsik, whom was now doing the same as the dark skinned boy. I shrugged and began the search as well.

The ten minute search had led to five large rocks, a wrench, and a hammer. All of which were perfect window smashing materials. Hakyeon motioned us to start trudging through the overgrown lawn. We walked in a single file line, me last, Wonsik middle, Hakyeon leading us through the tall grass. We looked like triplets with our matching red T-shirts (red was my favorite color, and the color of the gang we all recently joined) and cute line from eldest to youngest. Hakyeon halted as he reached the smallest window to the far left. He signaled Wonsik and I to go to the other two windows. Of course, I was stuck with the biggest and most dangerous one. I peered inside for a moment, watching the man enjoying his Sunday morning with no idea what was about to happen. Just when I was about to say I couldn't break his windows, I saw a quick gleam in the corner of my eye in the direction Wonsik had been.