[ A/N : double update this week! ]

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A FEW MONTHS LATER ───

He entered a rooftop as he went to the end of it with a firearm in his hands. He had glasses on the bridge of his nose as he was standing on an extremely tall building. His tanned skin shone in the sunlight as he kneeled to the ground and slid his earpiece to his ear. It was afternoon right now and the murmurs to and people yelling voices was the only thing that could be heard.

He grabbed the firearm getting ready to do the mission that he was given. Adjusting the firearm in his hands and sliding bullets in it one by one.

He sucked his cheeks in, in thought revealing the hollows of his cheeks as he moved his face and closed one eye for a clearer view to the outside of the building. His sniper rifle long and in a jet black color as he looked in the scope to find his target. He roamed the tip of the firearm everywhere. His shooting glasses on the bridge of his nose and plugs in his ears. A groan escaped his lips when he saw that he still hasn't found his target. His tight silk shirt in a pitch-black revealing his muscular arms as they flex every second he moves his gun around. His veins in his tattooed hand popping out as a scowl appears on his face. His tousled hair hanging low on his forehead hiding his beautiful eyes behind his glasses. He bit his piercing near his lip in thought as he released it right after from his hold.

"Bingo." He lowly muttered when he found a middle-aged man near a building coming out of a car in a black suit with different people following after him that were guards and public who are on his side.

"Jungkook?" A voice called in his ear from his earpiece and he rolled his eyes at the disturbance as he ignored it pushing his tongue to his cheek with narrowed eyes.

Jungkook stopped his scope at the man and the middle black point in it covered the man's body as he pressed the trigger.

The bullet shoots in the air and Jungkook paused to see if it did hit the man. His eyes sparkled in victory when the man's chest is shot and he grabbed his chest with blood spilling from it.

"Uh-huh!" He immediately stood up with his firearm as he turned around.

"Jungkook, answer me, boy." A tired voice told from behind the earpiece and Jungkook sighed as he answered with his forefinger pointed in mid-air to the sky.

"Yes. I'll talk to you later. But for now..." He turned around while stopping and looked at the people running to the building where he's at.

"I gotta run." He darted to the door in haste and slid down the stairs from the railing and the rooftop to go down to the ground floor.

"Get him!" A woman's voice yelled and his feet became faster as he ran to the main door of the building and squinted his eyes after seeing his car far away. Keeping his hand to cover his face from the sunlight he ran with the firearm in his hand and opened the black car's door sitting in the driver's seat in a hurry and throwing the firearm and his belongings in the backseat as he grabbed the steering wheel starting the engine. Yup! He liked black too much to wear it and to get a car and gun of the same color.

"Minion, I don't like running away! But if I don't, I'll die. I didn't even get married till now. I have a long life to li-" Jungkook yelled in the closed car and the man shouted back.

"Then run, idiot! Why are ya' worrying 'bout marriage?!!!!!" The man was literally chewing on his nails in nervousness behind the phone screen.

"I am!" Jungkook's car started, but a gunshot hit his precious car's trunk making him stop. He opened the car window.

"Oh, C'mon, not my precious child?!" Jungkook yelled and another gunshot hit the side of him as he immediately got inside the car.

"Never mind." He finally started the car at its highest speed as the car drove away. He rolled his steering wheel trying to avoid more gunshots to hit his car that he had just bought. His hands gripped on it as his veins were popping out because of the pressure he was putting.

"If I die, I want lilies on my tombstone. You see, I am so innocent. I deserve it."

"Jungkook, run!" The man shouted making him frown since he was already running away.

"Why? What happened?" Jungkook asked turning with his brows knitted together.

"Twelve cars are following you, man!"

"Oh."

Jeon Jungkook is so fucked now.

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Jungkook stood near a river in the freezing dark night with his car behind him leaning on it as he took out a box of cigarettes. Fresh breezes flew past by him as it was cold at the destination.

"You okay?" The man who had talked to him on the phone call approached him as his footsteps echoed in the silent air after getting out of a car and slamming the door shut and he looked at him worriedly.

"I am." He sighed in relief and stood beside Jungkook leaning on his car with him. Jungkook took a cigarette as he lit it up moving it to his lips.

The man nudged his chin prompting him to give another cigarette to him. Jungkook passed the box to him as he blew a puff of smoke out in the air with the cigarette between his fingers.

"Do you still miss her?" The man silently looked down and a chuckle escaped Jungkook's lips.

"Who?" He looked up at the guy beside him with a mocking smirk and the guy exhaled.

"Da-e...." He paused in his word as his eyes were glued to the ground.

"Nope. I have another woman in my house to think about." Jungkook gazed at the river with a blank expression as his eyes turned empty.

"You're using her, and she knows it." The man whose name was Eros rolled his eyes and Jungkook slightly nodded.

"Of course, she does."

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Jungkook entered his room as he saw bottles of alcohol everywhere with different drugs near his nightstand. Packs of cigarettes thrown in every corner of his room which were used.

Jungkook chuckled seeing the mess he called his room. This was his life.

He grabbed a bottle of alcohol that was on the ground and immediately attached it to his lips as his feet moved to the window which was illuminating the moonlight.

His lips curved up into a violent smirk as he looked at the bottle of alcohol in his hands which was now empty. He used his fingers to still keep it attached to his hands and deliberately released it right after so the bottle can fall to the ground. A crash sound echoed in his room as a small laugh sounded right after. No one was here. There were countless of servants in the house, but no one came to check up on him. Why? Because they knew what kind of a person he was.

Jungkook turned to the moon as he stepped back and moved to his desk which had a book on it. He grabbed a chair throwing it in front of his desk and sat on it as he took a pen and started writing something.

Why am I not dying?

Even after taking so many drugs, being an alcoholic, and smoking on top of it. He should have died till now, and that is with a painful death. Why didn't he? Why was he not dying?

He stood up from his chair and walked to his door slamming it leaving the piece of paper which had a sentence that described his thought which hit him often.

In the beautiful corridors of the golden-brown mansion, his feet walked to a door that was the largest one there. His gaze moved to the walls as he climbed up the stairs with a straight face and approached the door.

Silently knocking once, he frowned when there was no answer.

"Father?" He had to tell him he had killed the person that this man had ordered him to. It was his orders of killing people. Jungkook had started doing it the moment he became a teenager. Or he would get beaten up if he didn't. He was now used to killing people that the person he called his father had ordered him to.

He knocked once again as there was still no answer.

"Father?" He slowly opened the door with his hand on the door frame knowing his father would beat him up if he disturbed him with something, like sleeping with women and the disgusting affairs. But Jungkook didn't hear a moan from inside which confused him very much.

"Father?" He called once again seeing a calm room with dim lights. He moved to the bed silently seeing someone was sleeping on it with a blanket on. His father was sick, but he would still answer him.

"D-Dad?" He grabbed the person's shoulder pushing it a little and his eyes started widening when he saw his father laying with his eyes open.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no." He started babbling in fear and kept his forefinger and middle finger on the neck feeling not a beat there.

"Fuck." Jungkook turned around as he opened the door slowly and the maid walked past by him turning to him with a frown as to why he was peeking from the door of the leader.

"H-He's sleeping. The-The leader said not to be disturbed till tomorrow." Jungkook lied through his lips as the woman nodded and went away.

He gulped once and looked around to see if anyone was here. He immediately darted running to his room as he slammed his door open and went to his closet speedily. Sweat started forming on his forehead and he wiped it with the back of his hand.

"Gun. Gun. Gun." Jungkook grabbed some clothes as he threw his shirt out that he was wearing revealing his upper body and wore a black shirt, and black pants. He buttoned up his pants as he took a gun and kept it near his abdomen between the hem of his pants and waist.

His feet started turning numb by the fear of knowing what will happen next if he stayed here.

He pulled a black cloth wrapping it on his face to hide it.

He ran to his window as he opened it looking down seeing a great height in front of him that he had to jump from.

His father was dead, which meant people will choose him as their next leader, and his father's crappy organization that they called a government will use him as they want, for rule over Erasird which will lead to a war using him as a puppet.

No fucking way will I work for someone, not even become a leader to rule for tyranny.

He jumped from the building right after the thought hit him.

I will go wherever my feet take me.

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