There's only a fragment of memories that fifteen year old Jungkook remembers about what happened in the past week:

Beatings.

Interrogations.

Drug overdoses.

Seeing a body be horrifically mutilated before his eyes.

All leading to this moment here right now, where he lays on a ragged old mattress, abruptly awake with the familiar vile acid rushing up his throat to splatter all over the floor. His small body ached and shivered as he pukes out the bits of food he was given access to since the day he stepped in here. By now his vision is zoning in and out of consciousness, rubbing his clamped hand over his chapped lips the minute he was done puking, laying back down against the mattress with eyes fluttering to the way the world whirls around his vision.

They have told him, at any moment in time he's able to drop this, all he has to do is give in like a coward.

Truth is, they don't know about the fucked up shit he's been through in life. The beatings and harsh words is baby talk for him. What they're doing is playground games compared to what he's seen and experienced.If anything, Jungkook is more than mentally prepared for anything by this point.

The only reason he wanted to join Oasis was to get physically and mentally tougher. He didn't want to be picked on and for him to only result getting beaten up. So that's why he packed up the shit he had from the orphanage and ran away, not knowing to where but all he knew was that he couldn't be there anymore.

He spent weeks alone, roaming the streets, stealing and running from the cops. This random bench in the park became his bed, where he would always watch the runners or bikers in the dark night as they run to their freedom. One night he had to sleep in a box of an alleyway because this couple were sitting on his bench. They didn't seem exactly too happy and Jungkook was too tired to wait so he went to go find somewhere else to stay.

After the first week he lost count how long he's been living like this, this same routine over and over again.

However one night changed his life.

He was in the midst of getting comfortable on the same bench when he notices a sudden blonde boy approach him, probably a year older than Jungkook with a stone cold face and hands digging his pockets.

For a moment Jungkook shrinks back to his bench, away from the boy, but the blond only stands in front of him without touching him, "Are you hungry?

Jungkook didn't respond, only stares at him with cautious eyes. The other boy only reaches into his pocket of his hoodie and pulls out a neatly covered item.

He hands it out to Jungkook, "Here, take it."

Oh Jungkook knew better than to take anything from strangers by this point in time. His eyes glares at the what he assumes to be a cheeseburger, avoiding the growl of his stomach begging for food and he shakes his head.

"I'm good."

The boy didn't nudge, still with his stare that slowly softens, "I've seen you here every night and I know how much you whine to yourself for food, so please take it."

Small Jungkook was stubborn, too stubborn, but his stomach by now was twisting by how hungry he is. So with shakily hands he takes the food and unwraps it, revealing the cheeseburger.

Well, if he dies, he dies. Not much to do about it now.

He never knew how much he missed food until he took his first bite. A small whine escapes his lips, filling his eyes with a small sparks of joy that he hasn't felt in such a long time. The blonde boy smiles softly at him and takes a seat beside him.

"You know.... You don't have to live like this."

Jungkook slows down his chewing, eying the boy beside him with a questioning eyebrow raised.

"What are you talking about?"

The blonde licks his lips nervously and rubs his hands, "Well..... I'm part of a gang, and we are always up for recruiting people.... We will give you food, shelter, protection.... You don't have to be living like this anymore."

That night.... Was the turning point in Jungkook's life, when this boy named Bang Chan offered him this opportunity to be part of something that could toughen him up while having a roof over his head. He was hesitant, of course he was, but after thinking about it for a few more moments, he took up the offer.

Now he's here, passed through all the tests that Oasis threw at him like flying colors, and now is healing.

That's all he can do now, heal, literally.

The room to his temporary room creaks open, revealing the familiar blonde boy, who instantly smiles at him, "Still alive?"

Jungkook took a few moments to gather his breath, offering him a fragile smile in return, "I'm not so easy to get rid of."

"We've noticed," He snickers and approaches him, "You impressed Master rather well. It's usually hard to impress him," And he extends a hand out to him, "Come, you must be hungry after puking all that out."

Oh he definitely is.

After a bit of help from the other boy, Jungkook starts from limping to somewhat walk properly as he follows the blonde boy out of the room. He hasn't been out for that past week, so to see the light of the abandon looking hallway was almost blinding to Jungkook's eyes.

"I got you, don't worry," Chan whispers when Jungkook lost his balance, wrapping an arm around his torso to keep him steady, "Are you sure you're okay to walk?"

Jungkook only nods, trying to gain balance from his shaking legs. After not walking and getting beaten up, his legs still needs time to adjust to moving. After a few moments he was able to do so and just used the wall as support whenever he needed it. Surprisingly there isn't many people around as Jungkook expected. Maybe since it's the day and they have other things to do than stay in a ratted old building that looked more like it was seconds away from collapsing down. However when he would catch the eyes of just anyone that he passed by, it was almost as if they were tearing him apart with their eyes alone, and not the good kind.

Intimidation, a source of intimidation.

By that action Jungkook could honesty careless. He doesn't care about pleasing anyone, only to look after himself while he's here. Yeah, he may be a scrawny and thin little boy who looked like he hasn't hit puberty yet, but he does have knowledge.

He knows he's not completely useless here, and that's what Master saw in him when he killed someone in front of his face. He didn't see fear or empathy for the dead person, only empty dark eyes. Jungkook has layers upon layers of darkness, if anything he's able to handle it much better than others can handle death.

After walking a few steps down the stairs and taking a turn, they arrived to this large cafeteria type area. From here Jungkook began to assume that this place use to be some old abandoned high school, judging by the floor and based on what he's seen thus far as the structure of the place.

Huh, that's a smart place to keep a bunch of criminals actually....

Chan guides Jungkook to where the food is, suddenly spotting the back of a dirty blonde haired male and he instantly approaches him and throws his arms around his body, "The baby!"

Baby?

The boy grunts under his breath and shrugs the other's arms off of him, "Stop calling me that! Fuck!"

Jungkook slowly limps towards them, feeling himself grow intimidated by the small boy's murderous glare in his eyes to Chan. It almost looks like he's absolutely livid all the time but that could just be his neutral face. The second his eyes settled on Jungkook, the ravenette wanted nothing more than to have the ground swallow up his existence.

That stare is by far the most intimidating stare he's ever seen here.

"Oh Jungkook, let me introduce you to the baby of the place," Chan snickers with an arm wrapped around his shoulders now, "This is Hwanwoong-"

The little boy grabs a knife from where the utensils area and points it at the blonde, "I will hurt you."

"And he's very feisty," He chuckles forcefully, bringing his hand up, "You can put that down now."

The boy named Hwanwoong only scowls and rolls his eyes, putting the knife down, grabs a slice of pizza from the isle and walks away without another word.

Yeah he seems like the perfect person to stay away from while being here.

"He's scary," Jungkook mumbles, grabbing a slice of pizza as well. Chan only scoffs to this as he guides Jungkook through the crowd of tables. There's not many people here, only a few eating or just hanging around, so it was much easier to find a circular table to sit down on.

"He's been raised here, so he's very..... Sheltered to himself," Chan says, taking a bite of his chicken sandwich, "Eat up, you'll need the energy before Jiyong decides what to do with you."

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, taking a bite of his pizza, "To do what?"

"Well, where to assign you," Chan explains, scooting his chair closer beside him, "As in to determine where you should be. We each have a role here; The nerds, snitches, the sluts, jocks, geeks, punks, etc. In other words the hackers, spotters like me, moles, goons, dealers, the robbers, etc. You get the gist."

Oh.... That's an interesting system.

For some reason this sends a shiver down Jungkook's spine, growing slightly a little nervous to this information, "W-When do they decide that?"

Chan remains silent for a moment with squinted eyes into thought, "Probably by the end of the day. Don't worry, you'll get training so you won't have to worry about being a newbie to this."

Jungkook was just about to ask more until he hears a sudden loud banging by the entrance of the cafeteria. His eyes slowly looks up, noticing these group of men walking inside with their loud voices capturing the attention of a few people in the cafeteria, some already use to this type of behavior.

These men by far looked very different from anyone Jungkook has seen here; They're big, very big, dressed only in black with skin either patched up with tattoos or old scars. What made Jungkook start to feel more sickened to the sight of them them was the way their hands and knuckles are stained with red as they go to the restroom, coming out one by one with no evidence of blood anymore.

"Who are they?" Jungkook whispers, feeling his cheeks flush when he caught one of their eyes and moves his gaze away.

That guy was scary.

Chan chews on his food and sighs heavily, "They're the jocks, or the goons. They do the dirty work. If Master needs someone taken care of, they're the first in action."

Well.... That explains a lot. They look intimidating than anyone else here, and they definitely don't give the easily approachable aura like Chan.

If anything they would show you their first before a greeting.

Jungkook slowly got his nerve back and looked back to them. He made sure to study each of them carefully, remembering their faces just to keep mental notes in his head on who he's staying clear from.

However, his eyes suddenly meets the last one from the group, who he probably wouldn't have noticed by how far away he was from them. His snow white hair whirls in curls on his head, lazily covering his forehead to reach his eyebrows. He's tall, lean, much thinner and younger than the rest. Something about the way he stands with arms crossed, annoyedly waiting for the men in front of him to decide what they want to eat is what gave him the vibe to anyone that he's not much of a social person.

Less approachable to say the least.

The small ravenette felt something in his heart squeeze the longer he stares at him, moving his eyes away from the intimidating boy as he continues to eat his pizza.

Not noticing how the boy looked at his direction the second he looked away.

Later on that night, Jungkook was told that he was assigned to all of the objectives. So each week he will train on one area and then the other, based on his mentors and his final tests, he will be determined where he stands.

The first week he was with nerds, or the hackers.

That area he enjoyed quite well actually. His mentor, Felix, was surprisingly very kind and very good with technology. He took Jungkook to the basement where their little hideout it. Right there they had eyes on every single street camera in the country, already set hacked phones and access to any system they'd like. This by far drew Jungkook in, Felix clearly noticed that. They trained all week until it got to the final test.

Precisely the most biggest task they had to.

The punks were off to steal from one of the most prestigious bank in the city. Jungkook at that point was sweating bullets. He's been trained with Felix but never thought it would lead to this. He thought he would just hack a mere bank and that's it.

Not the most successful bank in the country.

Thankfully Jungkook has good memory and he's a good student. He went through step by step as the plan was going to go with ease. Even if he was shaking and his heart was racing in anxiety, he managed to help the punks get the money and retreat back without a trace.

Without any cops on their tail.

Jungkook was just beginning to grow comfortable with that area but then came the following week, where he was assigned as a snitch.

Thankfully he was with Chan for this. The role as a snitch must be the most simplest and easiest role there is. The two spent most of their time walking around the neighborhood, keeping an eye for any activity to report back to Master. They had to make sure no rivals are in the area, no cops in the way of the geeks as they do their business. Also for recruitment whoever they see fit as potential.

This by far became the most boring and easiest role to have, so of course Jungkook became very good in the duty.

Then came the geeks, the dealers. These people not only deal with drugs, but also weapons. They are in charge of the transaction, making sure they receive the correct amount of money or if a deal has been successful. They're also in charge of shipment to other areas or countries, keeping note of everything to report back.

The girl who trained him, Irene, was more cold than she was warm. She taught him everything without walking him through it like Felix, she just expected for him to catch up. That week became the most stressful week of his life; remembering so many numbers and names, it was all so overwhelming to remember.

When it came down to the sluts, the moles, Jungkook would rather not go into detail with that. Let's just say having drugs shoved down your throat to only puke or shit it out for the dealer isn't exactly ideal.

By now Jungkook has grown exhausted. His body was giving out by how much he had to do that felt only overwhelming for his body. Week by week that he was assigned to a specific role, his body only felt more tired, especially when he worked with the punks; that was just the draining of his energy. He enjoyed the rush, being able to use a gun and such, but his gun was never filled because they never went on difficult missions, let alone did they trust him yet with a weapon. Let's just say his mentor was a bit of an asshole, so he barely got to do anything.

Now he came back from his last mission with the punks, entering the building with a heavy pout on his lips as the punks cheered in front of him to the successful task. He would be celebrating too if it wasn't because he barely did anything and only kept watch outside. He can have potential if they just let him, it's so annoying.

His small hands plays around with the knife between his fingers, trying to perfect that trick that he's seen Jiyong, Master, do so many times before. He has asked the leader how does he do it himself but the smug gang leader only tells him to practice on his own.

How can he even do that if he can't even remember the pattern?!

Jungkook kept trying to pull the move with a frustrated frown now until his body suddenly collided with someone, making the knife drop to the ground.

"Watch where you're fucking going!"

Jungkook didn't say anything beside flinching to the words, only leans down to grab his knife and looks up, ready to apologize but his mouth instantly runs dry.

In front of him stands a kid a few years older than him, who holds a deep scowl on his lips that slowly began to drop.

In a few occasions Jungkook has seen this boy around here, hanging out with the goons and sometimes returning back from a task with bloody hands on his golden skin. The boy never paid attention to Jungkook, or so he thought, but the small ravenette definitely has noticed him.

Who wouldn't? He's hard to just not look at.

So of course Jungkook's throat was clenched up, unable to mutter an apology as he would like. Meanwhile the boy stares into his eyes, almost as if he's studying his soul.

"Stars."

A massive shiver runs down Jungkook's body upon hearing the boy's voice, soft yet very low, perfect for his facial features.

Then Jungkook realized what he just said and furrows his eyebrows. "I'm sorry what?"

It was almost as if the boy also realized what he said and pursued his lips, "Nothing, get out of my way," And just like that he shoulder bumps past him and walks away, leaving Jungkook confused and utter amazed by his presence.

That was.... Odd.

Later that night when Jungkook sat down with Chan at the cafeteria for dinner, he saw that platinum blonde haired goon again, remembering their encounter earlier but doesn't dare try to look at his direction.

Yet he just couldn't help but ask, "Who is that guy?"

Chan hums with his mouth full of food, turning his head to Jungkook. Felix was sitting with them too, rolling his eyes to his friend's behavior before looking at Jungkook, "Who?"

Slowly Jungkook looked up, watching how the boy is sitting with the goons, quietly eating as he would listen to their conversation every once in a while. Felix slowly turns his head to see where Jungkook's looking, his lips slowly dropping to a frown as he turns back to Jungkook.

"That's Sammy.... Well Woosung, but he doesn't like it when they call him that," He says, eating a French fry, "He's..... He's a bit insane."

Chan chugs down his water and swallows his food, "Oh Sammy? Yeah, don't be fooled by him. He is a fucking psychopath. Supposedly I heard that whenever he's out for a mission, the jocks have to stop him from actually murdering their target. It's crazy."

Jungkook evidently shivers to this, moving his eyes down to the pizza with a loss of appetite. It's not like he wanted to get close to the guy either way..... He's pretty capturing for the eye but... Jungkook would rather not get twisted with anyone in Oasis. He doesn't think much of friendships or relationships, more so liking to keep things to himself.

However just seeing Woosung.... It flickered something inside him that he didn't like. Something he can't exactly explain

Sadly, escaping that boy was not something he could easily avoid; Especially if he's his mentor for his last section, the jocks.

The next morning Jungkook was brutally awaken by the sound of hard slamming against his door. He was instantly rattled awake and shuffled to the door, seeing the familiar platinum haired man before his sleepy and puffy eyes.

The other didn't even offer a good morning, only shoves a pair of black clothes to his hands, "Get dressed and meet me down at the lobby in five minutes."

That was all he said before walking away, leaving Jungkook to force himself to wake up by slapping his hand against his face a few times. Jungkook got dressed in the black sweat pants and t-shirt, that hanged his body like an actual potato sack, and brushed his teeth quickly before running out his room down the stairs. As he runs down the stairs with his clumsy steps he approaches the stone serious boy, who was looking at his phone with a deep scowl on his lips.

When he looked up at the young ravenette, he puts his phone away, looking over Jungkook's attire, "You're too thin, weak, how do you expect to beat anyone up while being only bones?"

Jungkook didn't say anything, looking down at the ground shyly. Woosung only scoffs to this and forces his chin up with his tatted fingers, forcing to face his annoyed expression, "You look down they will take it as you're someone weak. Are you fucking weak?"

He's so intense..

The thought shiver down Jungkook's body and he shakes his head instantly, making a slow sadistic grin form Woosung's lips, "Good... Not let's get to work."

This training involved more physical work than it did mental work than the others. They went out for an hour run, which was no problem for Jungkook since he already has good stamina. When they came back they went to the training room and did more cardio work. That's all they did, cardio work. When Jungkook woke up the next day, to the same horrible greeting, his limbs were aching in all parts. He could barely run that day but he pushed through, even through the cardio. Not once did Woosung speak to him, unless it was to either catch up or to do more something.

By the tfifth day, Woosung actually began to teach him techniques on self defense. They were alone in the training area while the rests of the jocks went to do a task, and Jungkook was thrown to the ground for the tenth time already since they began the session..

"You are not even trying to defend yourself! Stop being so fucking afraid!"

Jungkook coughs painfully with a hand hugging his stomach, slowly pushing himself to his knees without another word. Woosung only stands there, a deep frown on his lips with his sweaty hair brushed away from his face. He looks at Jungkook with almost a sense of pity, seeing how the boy is still trying to get to his feet despite being completely physically broken.

This kid has some guts, but what good will that do if he doesn't use them?

"What's the matter kid?" Woosung finally says, crossing his arms over his chest, "I've trained newbies before and they're never like this. You're holding back, why?"

The ravenette only shakes his head to this, holding his fists up to position when he got to his feet, "Come on! We can't let practice go to waste-"

"This will end up the same exact way!" Woosung shouts back, moving to get to his face, "I'm tired of seeing you just drop like a fucking rag doll. Why are you holding back?"

This only edged Jungkook to raise his fist and attempt to swing it at Woosung's face, but the other quickly grabbed his wrist and arm, banging him against the wall. As much at Jungkook tried to escape, he couldn't, making him shout angrily.

"Speak up kid! If you don't tell me then you will never be good enough for Oasis-"

"I DON'T WANT TO KILL YOU!"

Everything stopped.

Time, the world, maybe even Woosung's breathing to the sudden confession.

The weight of his words caresses the air and it almost felt like a drill to Jungkook's chest. He can feel it every time Woosung hits him, pushes him to the ground, or whenever the goons pick on him to fight back, he feels this adrenaline cruise his body.

He knows if he lets it go.... He won't hold back. He will kill someone.

Slowly he's let go and turned around, but he doesn't meet his gaze. Woosung once against guides his face up by the chin, forcing him to meet his dark glaring eyes.

"What did you just say?"

Jungkook is having a hard time breathing now, staring into the depth of the taller's eyes as he stares deeply down to his gaze, "I.... I don't want to kill you.... I know if I let myself.... I will do just that."

Woosung didn't say a word, only tilts his head up slightly with eyelids now narrowed. It's almost as if he's debating with himself, thinking over his options before opening his mouth, "Tomorrow we have a mission, not with the other goons. Master told me specifically to terminate this person..... If you feel that way like you say you do.... Show me what you got."

Oh for fucks sakes.

That night Jungkook couldn't sleep, only tossing and turning as he thinks about what lies when the day breaks. He's never killed anyone and now he's absolutely terrified what Woosung has in mind if he doesn't do what he says. Maybe torture his body and feed it to the dogs at the basement, who knows.

The day came too soon and hh was already up by the time Woosung came to knock on his door. As per usual, Woosung didn't say a word, only lead Jungkook out the building and to a motorcycle parked outside.

Woosung gives him a helmet, "This will get us there faster."

Jungkook didn't utter a word of protest, only puts the helmet on and climbs behind Woosung, not knowing where the fuck to put his hands, so he rests it on the back seat of the bike instead to keep himself steady. The sun wasn't out yet, leaving the sky to be completely dark for the world with a few stars here and there. That's pretty odd since usually when they would go out for their run the sky would at least be glistening purple to orange.

Maybe Woosung couldn't sleep as much as Jungkook couldn't? Who knows.

After a few moments of cruising through streets of Seoul, letting the lights fade away behind them, they soon began to arrive through a more suburban area. The houses are all dark as the night, showing signs that the families inside are all probably sleeping. Never has Jungkook wanted to live in a suburban area before. He was more for an apartment, maybe a studio, with the view of the city type for his future. Hopefully he'll get to have that after a few more years.

All anyone can see here is their neighbors cheating on their wives with another neighbor through the window. That's not exactly fascinating to see than the city lights in the middle of the night.

Soon Woosung's bike slows down and comes to a stop in front of a small house, café color with a white pearl door. All the lights are off but that didn't stop Woosung from signaling Jungkook off the bike, only for him to follow off a few moments later.

"Single, middle aged man. Has a bad habit of making up bullshit on the spot, the usual," Woosung informs the small ravenette as they approach the door, "He stole a shit ton of money from Master for this business, expected to not be caught, blah blah, so now we kill him. Any questions?

Jungkook is completely shaking now as they approach the door, "W-Woosung I've never killed anyone. I-I can't-"

"Of course you can, you said so yourself," He says calmly as he begins to jab the door knob with a thin needle.

"I'm just a kid! I probably was pulling that out of my ass-"

Woosung sighs heavily and looks up at him, "What's coming out of that ass is your intestines if you don't fucking kill him, that's an order now," He demands coldly and turns the knob, causing the door to creak open. By now Jungkook's heart is not even beating, especially as Woosung enters the house as if it was his own.

Almost instantly Jungkook begins to panic, "Are you dense! The security system-"

"There's no security system or guard dogs, kid I do my research before going for the kill, as you're suppose to," Woosung huffs, moving his eyes around the small living room before looking at Jungkook, "Well..... Get to work."

It felt like he was approaching his death sentence. Every passing second that Jungkook hesitantly looked around the house, hoping the man decided to leave the country, felt like he was going to meet his death instead. It's not like Woosung would kill him, he wouldn't, but.... More so of what the future may happen if he disobeys a direct order.

His innocence has been gone a long time ago, doesn't mean he doesn't hold to a sense of humanity inside of him.

To his utter dread, he found the man sound asleep on his bed, snoring from time to time as he sinks into his heavy sleep. Jungkook's body shivers, especially upon feeling Woosung's breath caress his neck from behind him.

He's. So. Close.

"Good, sleeping like a pig as expected. Just bring him to the living room-"

Jungkook acted fast in shoving Woosung back and slamming the door shut behind him, pressing on the lock. He doesn't know what the fuck his intentions was by doing this anymore but the second he felt Woosung's angry banging from the other side of the door, he knew he was most likely going to die tonight too.

All he has to do is tell the man to run, that's it!

Luckily for them the man already woke up to Woosung's banging, who's staring at the door and at Jungkook's small body alarmed.

"No! Don't be afraid!" Jungkook instantly shushes as he rushes to his side, "You need to go, he's going to kill you-"

Jungkook's body suddenly flings to the ground by a heavy force against his skull, too fucking strong. A small yelp escapes his lips, only fueling Woosung's rage from the other side of the door as he rattling the damn door now. Jungkook's vision was filling with stars, slowly trying to make adjust to his surroundings but all he sees is the man standing over him with a metal pipe in hand.

And he was smirking, "Aw.... Such a good boy you are, aren't you," He chuckles drily, crouching down to him, "I can already imagine the money you would make with those wide innocent eyes."

It almost felt like a storm overcame Jungkook's body, forcing feverish memories that lead to the scars on his back with the praises of older men onto his small innocent body. The sudden trigger scramble Jungkook backwards, away from the man with tears pooling his eyes.

Especially eying the pole, making his legs squeeze together.

"L-Leave me alone!" He whimpers, shrieking when the man suddenly grabs a fist full of his hair and begins to drag him to the window, giving him better view of his room. The horror that he didn't notice before being the multiple familiar toys and pictures scattered the wall.

Kids.

Women.

Men.

Scars.

Blood.

He's one of them..

Jungkook instantly screams, fighting against the hand on his hair, "WOOSUNG HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!"

No matter how hard Woosung banged the door, how loud Jungkook shouted, there was no saving him.

Like always.... No saving.

As Jungkook struggles against the hand, the thought of being yanked away from his life all over settles his mind.

That thought.... That thought for some reason got him mad....

He's been caged, chained, whipped, molested, raped, abused all his life. He was finally going to be free and become tougher after overcoming that horrid experience.

No way in fucking hell will he be dragged back there again!

And that's when Jungkook let that anger of adrenaline fuel his body. The same adrenaline he felt when Woosung would beat him to self defense, when the goons picked on him, when his bullies use to pick on home, all this rage that was held in snapped.

He fucking snapped.

With that sudden rage being his best friend, he turns around and punches the guy right on the dick. A painful wheeze escaped his lips and Jungkook took that opportunity to grab the pipe from his other hand and slam it against the hand that's gripping his hair.

He heard the crisp of bone being snapped, and oh did that feel sound so delicious.

From there... It all felt like a foggy blur. Before he even knew it, Jungkook was on the man on the ground, slamming the pipe repeatedly against his body and face. Eventually that became too much effort for Jungkook, so he took out the pocket knife that was on the night stand and stabbed his eye. The way the man screamed only fueled Jungkook's chaotic side, bubbling giggles from his lips as he yanks the eye out before yanking out the other eye and then stuff both of them down the man's throat. From there Jungkook only repeatedly stabbed his skull, his chuckles only growing louder and louder as his hands began to be stained with blood as he kills him.

Die! Die! All those fuckers deserve to fucking die!

Arms instantly drags his body off the dead one, shackling him against the wall with a hard forearm pinned against his neck to keep him in place. Jungkook screeches like a damn animal, prying for a way out of the death grip but was only left gasping for air.

Woosung stares back at him with stern eyes, managing to shoot the door knob to open the door, before looking back at the dead man on the ground with the puddle of blood surrounding him now.

After heavy deep breath that's when Jungkook's blood lust slowly dwindled down and his realization that Woosung is in front of him settles his mind. He did attempt to help the man escape... Pushed Woosung out the door..... Disobeyed an order..... Oh he must be so mad-

"Are you okay"

Wait what?

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, especially to the way Woosung stares back at him with a firm look in his gaze, "I heard you yell for help, did he hurt you?"

"N-No, as you can see," Jungkook shutters, feeling like he's able to breathe properly when Woosung slowly drops his arm from his neck, "Are you not... Mad at me?"

"Oh I'm very pissed, insanely pissed at you," He growls lowly, staring at the dead man without a care in the world, "But as long as you're safe.... That's all that matters... Come on, let's go."

The small raven haired boy couldn't fight off the way his heart leaped against his chest the moment the other male said those words. It made a subtle geeked smile slide his lips that wouldn't wipe off even as he went to go wash his hands and face before leaving the house.

The sun was slowly rising up now, and the duo have left the crime scene already. The two wouldn't say anything to each other in the midst of this happening, even after they arrived back to their headquarters.

"No training today."

No training?

"What?" Jungkook asks, his lips pulling to a frown, "Why?"

Woosung glances at the building and back to Jungkook as he piles off the bike, "Not because of anything bad. Master takes a day of the month to relax all his employers with this party, especially if we're ahead schedule."

A p-party?

Jungkook's instant instinct was to press his legs together, narrowing his eyes at Woosung suspiciously, "W-What type of party?"

The other blinks at him oddly, tilting his head slightly to the side, "You've never been to a party before?"

Once again that word sent undesirable shivers down Jungkook's spine, fluttering his eyes to the knot forming his throat as he steps back, "Never mind, have fun at the party."

"Wait, you're not going-"

"No, see you at practice tomorrow," Was all Jungkook said before approaching the doors of the headquarters. His heart pounds anxiously against his chest, the paranoia taking over his senses as he rushes up the stairs and down the hall, locking himself in his room.

Safe, he's safe here.

Safe.

No party.

N-No party.

Slowly he slides down the door, gathering his breathe as he tries to breathe properly. Just like the nice detective told him before, to breathe whenever he feels overly anxious or stressed.

Jungkook doesn't know for how long he stayed on the ground but he eventually passed out asleep. What should be innocent dreams of school and thinking about pretty girls or boys in his head was a nightmare to his memories. He could still feel the whip marks on his back clawing his skin like knifes. He could still feel their hands on his body, touching him in areas he didn't want to be touched. The pain on his lower spine..... Even on his hole where they inserted all types of objects inside him.

No amount of therapy or counseling would ever remove the fact that these things happened to him, and Jungkook can't easily move on from it.

Ever.

By the time he woke up, his body was drenched with sweat and his breath was uneven. He has never been so glad to wake up in this room until now, but then realizes on his bed with a blanket on him.

Must've been from Chan.

He looks out his window, noticing it's already dark outside. Just the thought that he possible slept through breakfast, lunch, and dinner has his stomach already growling for food. He was just about to get up and go to the cafeteria but then he remembered about the party.

Maybe.... No food for today.

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook just gets up with a towel to take a shower. Thankfully he's a floor away from the locker room, so it wasn't much of a hassle to go down a flight of stairs to find it. He could hear the vibration of music beneath his feet, and that only pulsated him to go quickly to the locker room and take his shower. He didn't last long in there, especially since the sound of the music still vibrated the walls, so while feeling panicked he quickly finished his shower, changed to new clothes and went back upstairs to his room.

From there, he didn't really have much to do.

He stared at the ceiling for who knows how long, tried to organize his room even though it only consisted of a mattress on the floor and a desk that he assumed use to be a teachers desk. He probably has the smallest room here, but not like he minds it. It's perfect for his size.

After a while of just staring out his window doing nothing, he decided to practice his aiming. He grab the knives that Woosung gave him for training and would just try to pin it the wall.

Let's just say Jungkook's aiming is horrible. So everything he would throw the knife, it would just bang the wall and fall to the ground. He tried this a couple of more times before growing completely frustrated and leaving it be.

Well, not by choice.

A knock on his door suddenly catches his attention, making him hum a come in as he grabs the knives and goes to put it on the drawer of the desk.

However the person that came in completely caught him off guard.

"Woosung?"

The platinum haired boy enters the room, a plate of food in one hand and the other with two beer bottles. He comes inside and closes the door with his foot behind him, "It's Sammy. Here, I bought you food, you slept all day."

Jungkook instantly goes to him as if he was called by a siren. Woosung puts the food on the desk and Jungkook's stomach growls to the lasagna on the plate. Almost instantly he began to devour it with his stomach fluttering in joy.

What he didn't notice was how Woosung stared at him with a small smile, slowly raising a hand to pet his tousled raven hair, "I can see you were hungry," He says while taking a sip of the alcohol with one hand.

By then Jungkook has already finished the food and has used a napkin to wipe his hands, "If it wasn't a little obvious," He snickers lowly, making Woosung's smile widens as he extends out the other beer bottle to him.

Jungkook's eyes widen, "I'm a minor."

"That never stopped me before," He says while hopping on the desk, "I'm a minor too, I don't think one beer bottle is going to kill you."

There was a moment of hesitation before Jungkook accepted it, taking a small sip before scrunching his face up in disgust.

Ew! How can people like this!

Woosung instantly flutters into a wave of hysterical laughter, making Jungkook's cheeks tint a brighter pink, "Never tried beer before kid?"

"No, it's gross," He mutters while taking another sip, hopping on the desk to sit beside the other male, "But.... It has a luring taste to it."

The pair fell into a cold silence, letting the faint noise of the party echo off behind them. It was the type of silence that felt oddly comfortable, maybe a little awkward but it was bareable to sit down through.

Well.... That was until Woosung asked him a question.

"Can I ask you something? Without meaning to sound too noisy or anything."

Jungkook by now was finished halfway through his beer and he was feeling a little woozy, but he still nods to the other's request.

"Why.... Don't you like parties?"

As strange as it is, Jungkook expected to feel some type of fear or anxiety from the sudden question. Maybe it's because of the alcohol, or maybe the way Woosung stared at him as if he was genuinely curious about the answer.

So Jungkook lets out a heavy breath and looks at the wall, "At first I didn't know what you were referring to as a party. My definition is way..... Extreme than what's actually going on there. Let's just say I have bad experience."

Woosung didn't say anything at first to this, only hops off the desk and approaches the center of the room before dropping to the ground and laying back flat on it, "Me too."

Now this raised Jungkook's curiosity, finishing the last bits of the beer before approaching the male and sits beside him on the ground.

They didn't have to say anything in order to communicate what was running through their minds. Woosung's eyes sparkled as he stares at the ceiling, letting his platinum hair fall like pools on the ground.

"I witnessed my friend get tortured at a party once," He whispers, his voice coming off slightly slurred but Jungkook still listened with legs to his chest, "She was very nice to me....Yet had too much to drink. Master wasn't here during that time, so he couldn't stop it. She picked up a fight with this punk, and the punk had jock friends..... I can still hear her screams, every single night," He whispers, closing his eyes as if to block out those horrors that storming his head, "They held me back, many of us back actually who tried to intervene.... The next day when Master came back, he killed the ones who were participating in it and made a rule to look after our own, no fighting or killing each other."

For the first time it felt like Jungkook was seeing through him. Woosung was never one with emotions, let alone the times he would see him during training, but here he is; In this dark room, pouring out the horror of his memory with trembling lips.

Jungkook felt something stab his chest upon seeing the vulnerability in the other male, slowly raising a hand to run it through his tousled hair. This seemed to have eased Woosung's nerves, relaxing his face as he slowly flutters his eyes open.

"This life ain't easy kid. There's no room for weakness because the strong will devour that up quick. That's why.... I want what I saw today to be your armor. Don't let anyone ever bring you down or hold yourself back if it can protect you," And now his eyes met Jungkook's fragile eyes, "Promise me you'll do anything to protect yourself."

Jungkook doesn't know if this was a drunken request or if he actually meant it. His heart felt as if it was being poured by honey and he found comfort with the way it felt coating his soul.

Someone believes in him.

Someone finally believes in him to be able to protect himself.

That feels..... Relieving.

So with that in mind, he nods slowly, "I promise."

From there the night went much more calmer, the two talking about the most random things that came to mind while feeling as if they're on a cloud. Jungkook doesn't know when he began to feel sleepy, but he was laying on Woosung's chest while the other caressed his hair as if it was the most precious thing in the world.

The last thing he heard was, "Sleep tight Bambi," before officially going to sleep.

It was fair to say that life after that moment felt like walking through the gold streets of heaven, with a little blood. Jungkook and Woosung became inseparable. It was still training week yet they found themselves doing more than just training and going to torturous missions. They would ride around the bike, go to a cute coffee shop in the city that eventually became like a second home to them. During the nights they would go up to the rooftop and stare at the stars, but what Jungkook wouldn't notice was how Woosung would be staring at him instead because of his glittering eyes.

Their connection only kept growing until the last day, where the next day will be determined what section Jungkook will be assigned to. That day was his final assignment, where he was suppose to get answers through beatings from someone all on his own. He definitely proved everyone wrong when he snapped the person's fingers broken and dwindle his voice to a low octave.

Woosung was proud to finally see him grow like this, to be tough.

No one messed with Jungkook from that point on.

At the moment they're sitting on his bed with Woosung leaning against the wall and Jungkook straddling his lap as they continue to talk about whatever floats their minds. They would talk about their day and their missions together, or how to better improve on the skills they feel like they lack. It was a blissful night with the moon casting a glow in the room, yet that was all they needed since they already had each other.

"Are you scared for tomorrow?"

Jungkook blinks at Woosung's question, moving his stare to the wall with a frown, "A little. I sure hope they don't put me as a mole, that's a tough role."

Woosung smiles tenderly at him and pats his chest, "You'll be fine. Each section already talked to Master, I'm sure he wouldn't see your potential as a mole."

He believes me in....

This sent chills to run Jungkook's skin, making his lips twitch to his wide bunny smile, "You really think so?"

It almost felt as if Jungkook could see the care behind Woosung's eyes, especially when he raised a hand and loving ruffles with his hair, "Of course..... You're very special Bambi."

That's another thing too. Woosung has began to pick up the habit of calling Jungkook, Bambi. He said it's because his eyes are just so big, and for a while Jungkook felt annoyed with it but now it only added fuel to the fire in his heart.

Anything Woosung says, does, even if it's the most simplest thing, never fails to make Jungkook happy or start to feel like he's barely breathing by how flustered he feels.

Woosung has began to cause a troll in his life, and he doesn't want to imagine what it would be like to never feel this type of feeling again.

So with that thought in mind, Jungkook built the courage to ask, "Woosung...... Can I kiss you?"

It was an innocent and sweet request. A request that nearly made Woosung start to hyperventilate on the spot by how sudden it was, but by the sincere gleam in Jungkook's spoke for itself.

He didn't want to ruin that tender stare.

"I don't know Bambi," Woosung whispers reluctantly, avoiding his gaze, "I don't want to.... Cross any boundaries that aren't meant to be crossed."

Jungkook could see the hesitancy in his eyes and he slowly shuffles forward, raising his hand to clasp Woosung's cheek and force him to face him this time.

"It's just us.... If I'm honest I feel something for you, and I want to know if this isn't all just in my head," Jungkook whispers, gulping his nerves as he feels Woosung's hands slowly placing themselves on his hips, "Just... Let me kiss you.... Please."

Woosung didn't say anything by this, only stares into Jungkook's sparkling eyes before slowly leaning forward. By now Jungkook's heart is pounding hard against his chest, staring down at Woosung's lips as he parts his own, meeting him half way until their lips met.

Have you ever gone through a moment where you just felt happy? Maybe even peaceful?

It could be a moment like when you got an A in a test, or when you see your favorite celebrity doing something goofy, maybe it's a moment when someone tells you how important you are in this world. Simple yet small moments, that warms your heart with heat and hope that maybe life doesn't suck too bad after all.

This was Jungkook's moment.

Born and raised in a life full or terrors and traumas, this moment right here felt like the twitching of a lightbulb in a dark room.

The twitching that maybe he doesn't deserve to always feel only pain, but he can be happy too.

That he deserves to feel happy, to feel the warm shivers when Woosung's hands slowly trails up his torso to dig his fingers against his back. The feeling of his heart hammering when their lips slowly moved in sync as they forget about the world around them. The way the electric bolts runs through his body like a drug as he lets himself feel...... Feel not so cold anymore.

At that moment he knew.... He just knew he found someone special. That he found someone who genuinely cares about his heart, his soul, and would protect him just like he would do for him.

He found the love of his life.

Woosung slowly pulls away, their breath coming out uneven as they study each other's gaze, knowing deep down inside they felt the same thing.

"So...... Was it all in your head?"

Jungkook stays silent for a moment, letting himself nuzzle his face to his neck as he curls himself up to his body, "Definitely not."

That night they slept in each other's arms, not getting any nightmares for the first time in years.

By the time morning came, he was ordered to the main room, where Master is. Jungkook that day was told by Master that instead of assigning him to anything specifically, he will be his shadow. To him and his right hand man. At that time Jungkook didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, but after Woosung practically showered him with kisses and squealed around the whole building like an actual psychopath, he knew this was good news.

However that meant that Jungkook wouldn't be able to spend enough time with Woosung since he would be so busy, and he didn't want to do that.

So he returned back to Master's office and declined the offer.

Master stared at him dead in the eyes the second those words escaped his lips, the solid "No."

Jungkook felt intimidated under his gaze, of course he did, and what didn't help was that Hwanwoong was also in the room and he looked like he was second away from murdering him. During this time being Jungkook realized Hwanwooong's role in this gang, and it was to be the right hand man's protector. At the moment the other is out but Master ordered for Hwanwoong to be present here.

Now Jungkook feels as though he's going to be met with his death sentence soon.

Master leans over the rosemary desk, his feline dark eyes glaring at Jungkook with a sadistic looming snarl, "Why not? Is it because of Woosung?"

So he knows...

Of course he would, he's the boss.

Jungkook gulps thickly, keeping his head high, "If I'm your shadow then.... That means I would barely see him. Call me pathetic, but I prefer lingering onto my happiness a bit longer sir."

It was almost as if Jungkook could see the unexpected expression on Master's face, who only blinks at him as if he asked him permission to commit suicide.

Maybe Jungkook just did because he knows damn well he's not going to survive.

"You fucking idiot!" Hwanwoong snarls, sitting up from the chair, "Such a damn coward for choosing some pathetic emotion over this opportunity-"

Master raised his hand up, silencing Hwanwoong's angry rant. He still didn't say anything, only leans back against the chair, "You do know the opportunity you're giving up here, correct? All for a psychopathic goon, with a bad temper who can't even follow instructions without it leading to a blood bath."

Jungkook gulps thickly to what he said, rubbing his hands behind his back, "If anything sir I'm worse than he is and we keep each other steady. I'm not going to let go the only thing that has made me happy since I started breathing in this world," And with that he bows to him, "Thank you for the opportunity but I must decline."

Oh he wasn't happy.

He wasn't happy at all.

Master scowls his lips to this and looks at Hwanwoong beside him, "Bring Woosung in here please."

By now Jungkook's heart thumped anxiously, especially when Hwanwoong stands and goes to the door. Best believe Woosung was already outside, waiting for Jungkook to come out but when he was ordered inside instead Jungkook just wanted to actually die.

He doesn't have a good feeling about this.

The second Woosung met his eyes, Jungkook only feels like crying now.

Fuck did he make a mistake!

Are they going to kill him?!

So many questions ran Jungkook's mind as he his eyes followed Woosung, who bows at Master and stands beside him.

The leader didn't say anything, only stares at two with eyes completely expressionless. He stays silent for a moment before finally speaking.

"Woosung is one of the best goons I've had here, besides his bad tendencies," Master huffs, making Woosung blush his cheeks embarrassedly, "So.... What am I going to do with you two, hm? Love makes you fucking weak. We don't tolerate weakness in Oasis."

And just like that Master pulls out a gun, pointing it to Jungkook, "You had potential kid, real potential, sad to see you go so soon."

By now Jungkook has lost all sense of breathing or being alive, let alone all senses in general. It wasn't until Woosung stood in front of him that he snapped out of that state of complete paralysis.

"No! Don't kill him!" Woosung snarls, interlacing his hand with Jungkook's from behind, "He's tough sir, he has so much potential-"

The gun goes off and Jungkook could feel the air breeze beside his ear. His body jolts to this as his adrenaline suddenly spikes up.

A familiar adrenaline.

They were about to kill him and Woosung...

"Move out of the way Woosung-"

Jungkook suddenly shoved Woosung out of the way, marches straight to Master and grabs the length of the gun, pinning it to his forehead, "Fucking do it," He growls angrily, his eyes glowing darker and darker as if a demon just possessed his body, "But aim a fucking gun at him again and I will rip your fucking head off myself."

"JUNGKOOK!" Woosung shrieks, his body now flooding in panic that made Master slowly move his eyes towards him, seeing the horrified expression the other holds in his eyes, "Master please I'm begging you-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP WOOSUNG!" Jungkook yells back, turning his head towards him, "If I die than at least I die protecting you."

Woosung's whole face coils up and he marches towards him, taking his face in his hands, "You will not risk your life for me," He growls, his eyes pleading into Jungkook's, "I swear I will pull a fucking gun on my own head-"

"Enough."

The two snap their eyes to Master, who stares at them as if he was reading a book. Truth is, he's never see Woosung feel anything for another human being like this. He's be wanting to see for ages any sign of humanity behind those chaotic eyes.

And he sees it, right there, with Jungkook.

It's ironic how all it took was a scrawny little kid to shatter this man's cold heart.

As for Jungkook, he finally saw what he was looking for.

Courage.

He has gust, just as he expected him to have.

So that's when he came with his final decision.

With a stone cold face he puts his gun down, "I'm make the offer one more time Jungkook," He says, "Be my shadows and I'll teach you everything, if not than I will kill you."

By now Woosung is on his knees, clasping his hands together, "Jungkook please take it, please-"

"You want me to be your shadow like this? By force?" Jungkook chuckles drily at him, "I prefer a bullet through my head than sacrifice my life as an emotionless doll anymore."

Master stares at him intently, blocking out Woosung's pleads to give him mercy as he narrows his eyes at the raven haired boy, "Would you accept it if I have Woosung as your protector?"

That's when everything suddenly stops.

It was so silent that a pin could be heard tapping the floor as the words lingers the air, traveling through everyone's heads. Jungkook had to blink as few times to process what Master just said, but all he manage to say was, "Huh?"

Master only leans back against his chair, even surprising Hwanwoong who stares at him with gawked lips, "You were right.... You keep each other steady. So, show me exactly how steady. Be my shadow, having Woosung as your protector, in that way you both manage to keep your humanities from this dark world that just loves to tear that apart."

By now Jungkook strongly believed he was dreaming,

This is too good for it to be a real.

After a few moments of processing this, Jungkook purses his lips, "Why do you want me as your shadow? How can I know you won't even kill me?"

A slow smirk forms Master's lips, glancing his eyes at Woosung, "You remind me of myself as a kid, and I know with a little more training than perhaps you'll rule Oasis if I'm gone, maybe even better," He says and his eyes suddenly softens, "You won't have to worry about me killing you, I'm sure Woosung will make sure that doesn't happen, right?"

That day... Felt like breathing fresh air.

There was no boundaries in the way between Jungkook and Woosung anymore, and that alone felt like freedom.

From that point on, Jungkook was not separated from Woosung's side under obligation. Not that it was even a problem. Every chance Woosung took, he would sneak kisses or taps on Jungkook while following Master around like a dog on a leash. At first Master would scold Woosung for distracting Jungkook but after seeing how Jungkook would catch onto everything when put to the test he began to lose care.

Time..... Time seemed like it was finally on their side. Despite the busy schedules and stressed atmosphere from time to time, Woosung and Jungkook always found themselves to lean on each other for comfort or relief from the difficulties like brought onto them.

Well.... That wasn't always the case for them.

As every couple their comes problems.

And Jungkook was not fond of fights, let alone anyone being around his Woosung..

He storms down the dark hallway angrily, hearing Woosung's step hot on his heels as he turns to his room with his attempt on slamming the door shut behind him but Woosung pushes it open to barge inside.

"FUCK JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Jungkook shouts when Woosung slams the door shut behind him to give themselves the privacy.

"Why are you even mad! I wasn't doing anything wrong-"

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and kicks the chair from the desk, turning to the now caramel haired man, "Don't fucking lie to me! I saw him! I saw him trying to kiss you and you didn't do shit! I was right there! I saw everything-"

Woosung marches across the room and holds Jungkook's jaw with his hands firmly, forcing him to look into his eyes, "Jungkook..... We've been together for months now..... You know me, you honestly think I would ever cheat on you?"

Well-

Hm...

This made Jungkook purse his lips, crossing his arms over his chest, "I didn't like the way he was staring at you.... That's it."

"Well you didn't have to slam a beer bottle to his head," He responds back with a small smile, wiping Jungkook's cheeks with his thumbs, "I'm yours bambi, all yours. There's no need to be jealous, okay? I know we're still knew to this but don't be afraid of anyone trying to catch my attention, I only have eyes for you."

Hearing this words instantly relaxed Jungkook's every cell, closing his eyes to lean his head against Woosung's chest, "I'm just afraid to lose you... You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"So are you," He whispers back, cradling Jungkook's body to his, "My jealous little Bambi."

This made Jungkook perk a small smile, suddenly realizing something, "By the way.... We never made what we have official, so I don't know about the together for months thought."

Woosung releases a carefree smile, following by soft chuckle, "You're right, we didn't," He snickers and pulls away from the younger, "I kept thinking of the perfect time to ask-"

All so suddenly Jungkook gets on his knees in front of him, holding his hands now with sparkling eyes, "Kim Woosung..... Will you finally be in a relationship with me since you're so fucking slow to ask?"

Oh did Woosung not expect this. His eyes widen as plates and his jaw dropped to the ground, especially by seeing the tears beaming Jungkook's eyes as he stares at him as if he's the most precious diamond he's ever seen.

He's never seen Jungkook cry.

His little bambi can be emotional?

"You dumbass I was going to ask you!" Woosung whined, fighting hard to hold back his smile as he blinks his own tears away.

Jungkook only pouts his lips, squeezing his hands tenderly, "Please."

Everything in Woosung's heart melted the second he heard the small plead in his voice, slowly moving down to his knees as well to meet Jungkook's glittering eyes. He raised a hand and wipes one of his tears away while not holding back his own, "You are so perfect Jungkook, so perfect," He whispers so lovingly to him, "Of course I would love to be with you."

The way Jungkook's lips perks to the most widest smile urged Woosung to lean forward and nuzzle their foreheads together. However Jungkook clasps their lips together instead, filling their souls with that fire of desire. No one will be able to understand what they have, what their hearts carry for each other. The members always tell them that they're still young, that they don't know what it's like to love yet, that this type of psychopathic sinning love in this world would only get them killed.

How can a love like this be dangerous? How is that feeling of being completely peaceful when they're in each other's arms as all worry goes away not mean anything? Who are they to know the way their heart fizzles up with just by a single look?

They don't know. They don't anything about them.

All those doubts and worries goes away whenever they're together and they find many more reasons to be stay, to just be together.

To fall further in love with each other.

Slowly Woosung pulls away, fluttering his eyes open, "I'm in love with you Jungkook."

Jungkook's eyes instantly snaps open, staring to the deep admiring stare of Woosung's eyes with his own soul feeling happy again, "I'm in love with you Woosung."

A childish love. A love between two kids who held onto each other like if their lives depended on it. A love they can't imagine sharing it with anyone else, ever.

A love that's only theirs.

Never has Jungkook felt more happy to be alive if not beside Woosung.

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A/N:
So many of you probably found a lot of familiarity from this with the Wookook story Bambi. In truth, there is and it's because Bambi is based on their story here but with a little twist here and there.

I hope you all enjoyed it!

Now..... Next chapter will be one Lucas and Seokjin.... Oh boy....

I PURPLE YOUU! <33