Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Jungkook |]

[|Dream or Reality|TaeKook|]

"Sometimes I don't like how Kookie designed me."

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Imagination. There are good things and bad things you can imagine and create.

But the young Jungkook had no good imagination. Even for a grown man he had wishes. He sometimes wished he had a life. A true love. He hates humanity, wishing that the world was full of creatures that would accept him.

But only if he knew.

A child's imagination is powerful, but those of an adult is even stronger.

All that's evil gets its place. All that's good gets its place. All that exists has an owner, and all that has an owner, has to be rules.

"Jungkook?"

"Fuck off." Jungkook growls deeply. "I'm not paying you anymore."

"But I need the mon-"

"I'm broke! I don't grow money on trees! I'm not a king! I'm not rich! I work for my money! You're just a little slut that takes dick from anyone for free!" Jungkook yells angrily. "Face it Sana, you're too caught up in having sex. You forget to tell them to pay, and knock at my door when you still walk limp from your last fuck!"

Sana stays silent. She knows he's right and nods. "I'm sorry..."

"Don't come to me anymore for money. Come to me when you're pregnant and realize your mistake. If you really want money, you should get a fucking job like a normal human being."

Jungkook shuts the door in her face, growling as his hands clench to fists.

I hope she'll get eaten by a hell hound.

And in the dark corners of the world, a loud howl roars through the realm. A new critter has been created once again.

A tall strong male with dark brown hair that's parted to the side with red highlights. His lips are a healthy pink and hidden behind them are sharp double fangs and canines ready to bite at the flesh of humans. His nails are sharp claws, his eyes slits with an iris in the color of ruby.

Every exhale is a deep growl. Some parts of his body are covered by a deep red fur. His hands and his neck, some parts of his chest and his legs. The place where human ears should be are instead replaced by wolf ears, deep red fur and long and pointy. A thin long tail chases behind him as he moves around a bit, getting used to his existence.

There are many other creatures around him, watching the new imaginative creature walk around.

"Well, well, well..."

The hell hound turns to the voice and growls deeply. Not yet used to all that's around him.

"If it isn't a newcomer." The same husky voice grins.

Behind the hooded man stands another.

"He's cute. I wonder what Kook's thought about this time." The voice is high and half-broken, twitching in laughter.

The hell hound growls deeply, his voice husky and smooth as he observed the two men.

The hooded man wears a purple cloak with a dead pale skin, white lifeless eyes and roots of pitch-black hair coming from underneath the purple cloth. His eyes are triangle-shaped, lips curved up into a smirk. His legs are covered by black jeans with black boots over them, hands stuffed into his pockets.

The other has wide eyes with a pretty pink glow, eyes shaded with a black grey eyeshadow. He wears a black leather jacket with a white shirt underneath, striped fingerless gloves that go under his jacket and multiple bracelets. Black jeans and pink sneakers underneath as his black hair curls at the ends, revealing their twists under the black beanie.