|𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 1971|
Taehyung - 5 years old
Jungkook - 7 years old
"Mother! Mother!" A little seven years old, boy runs to his mother's embraced, smiling oh so lovely.
"Hello there little one.." his mother greeted him with a big sweet smile as she leaned down to his level, meeting him with his soft pressed kiss on her cheeks.
It was Christmas Eve and it was snowing around Busan right now, everyone was excited for the big event tonight on countdown for official Christmas day, but the little seven years old boy just wanted to open his gifts and all, not minding the countdowns and just wanted to receive his presents.
"I wanted to unwrap my present, can I?" He asked politely and his mother laugh, looking over down to his level and nod making him beam and run faster to their little living room.
Wearing his sweater over sweater and lastly his big chubby fluffy jacket he sat down underneath their Christmas tree, meeting his father in the process.
"Good morning, Jungkook." He smiled and he returned it with a big one.
Even when they aren't that kind of a rich one, they have this bind on what a true family is, they have a simple life, a simple house, a beautiful mother figure, and a father who has this loving personality, especially a little boy running around the house.
They don't need money, they don't need rich ass houses and cars to go for an fancy event and festa's.
No need for that, they have eachother, and as long as they were together, they are happy no matter what.
"Woah! A new pistol!!??" It was a fake one, he knows it. But eversince this boy have seen a gun, he knows what he want when he turns 19.
"You said you want it right?" His father asked him and he immediately nod, eyes lingering in the cheap present in his hands. Smiling in the process of eyeing it excitingly.
It wasn't the expensive thing to gift of on Christmas but atleast he has what he want.
"I love it, Father!" He says and runs up to him, hugging his leg whilst he look up to the handsome man looking down onto his smiling face.
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"Bogsh Bosgh!!" His hands were clutched into the fake gun, running, rolling around the bermuda grass from their small backyard.
Smiling as he excitedly made a gunshots sounds, he actually sound lame if he isn't a kid, but it's an excemption because he is one anyway.
"Jungkook honey, food's ready!" He immediately run as soon as he heard his mother.
Life isn't just as better as this. Every inch of the moments they take in was a the most precious moments he would ever had.
Never did anyone expect that everything happens so fast, so fast that even this seven year old kid didn't expect much a horrible thing.
That's when a war everyone didn't knew could come.
Everybody was shaking up in fear of losing their love ones.
Everyone was hiding and nobody ever wants to talk, the fear of getting killed was up exactly at every one of their minds.
"Mother!! Mother!!!" The once excited scream from the usual ravenette boy was replenish with now scared one. A scream of wanted to be heard by his own mother.
"Please spare her!!" His father cried out bewildered by the fact that his wife was being hostage of the familiar big rebelled group from Busan.
'Widows' they against of everyone, even the government, those police couldn't even stop everything. They were being bowed down, wanted nothing but a war.
Wanted nothing but to get into their standards and wanted nothing but to let anyone beat them on.
They are the most famous thief group in Busan, everyone knows them all. Anonymous, they were.
No one knew their true identity, not even a fly can do.
Everyone was crying in tears, including the seven year old one.
"We don't have anything!!!" His father once again scream out, just one thing is for sure. He, himself knows that everything has an end.
Even life has.
They didn't replied from his please. They stared at him with their mask on, fully everything from them was covered up, the only thing he can remember is the blind one eye the guy has, he was the leader and he really did think so, he has one eye on work for everything, and Jungkook would never forget those. Never.
They were fully equipped.
"I don't think i want anything from all of you." The man in all black says as he smirk but knowing everyone don't know him does, it irritates him more.
Feeling the woman's neck by sniffing it, smiling with a disgust satisfaction plastering his face.
"Let the game begin." It says before pulling the trigger.
That's when the one seven years old kid promise himself to avenge someone. He wanted nothing but a peace.
A justice for someone he truly loves the most.
The someone he truly treasured.
His mom died with no reasonable reasons.
Just her, dying in front of his eye sight.
Blood dripping and eyes open wide whilst looking directly into him.
Whispering...
"I love you, Jungkookie...."
Before she fully closed her eyes and take the rest she should be taking for the rest of her dying life.
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Fanfiction"i just want to paint and take photos.." #9 - kooktae
