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Depiction of Mature Content ☢

Mature Content may include; 🤷🏻‍♀️

▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
▪︎ Murder 💀🪓
▪︎ Offensive words 🥀🕷
▪︎ Death 🪦👻
▪︎ E.T.C. 🖤🪧

☆THIS BOOK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYONE'S PERSONAL LIFE OR FEELINGS. EVERYTHING INSIDE IS FICTIONAL. YOU ARE FREE TO LEAVE IF YOU FEEL TRIGGERED.

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Jeon Mansion, Seoul.

A beautiful afternoon. A giant pool in the middle of a huge grey stoned backyard, the pool had a warning sign that was stating; 'Not For Swimming'.

A long queue of men standing dressed in black suits all around the backyard.

While, A young man was lying over his stomach on an outdoor bar table that was made of glass and a tattoo artist was standing by him, puncturing his bare back, giving finishings to that huge 'Black Asian Dragon' tattoo covering the young man's back.

The young man had dark eyes and sharp facial features with his dark black hair damped and slicked rolled back when he was wearing a pair of black pants with no shirt on. His right arm covered by tattoos as well with his nails painted black.

Resting his chin on the back of his hands with a face as if he was bearing with so much pain until... "Fuck!" He hissed and the tattoo artist abruptly paused.

"My apologies, Sire. It is overdone, it needs time to heal before I start drawing the filings" The Tattoo artist told him.

"I want it done before night" He ordered with his gritted teeth.

"Sire, your skin is bleeding..."

"Just shut the fuck up and do it. I have to take my fucking throne tomorrow. It isn't my fault that my fucking father died without an announcement to his death date. It's already a week and you whore can't puncture a fucking skin" He was sharply stating to the tattoo artist until another man came up to them to interrupt them with a bow.

"What?!" That young man with a bleeding back, yelled at him even when the latter didn't say a word.

"My Sire, Your uncle is here from Busan, he wants to meet you but... recently, I have got a peculiar story about the way your uncle is talking within the empire against us"

"Yes, Han, let's keep roaming around in your maze of words until I, Jeon Jungkook, grow grey hair and still you wouldn't make a fucking sense" Jungkook sarcastically noted.

"My Sire, Police didn't let their shipment pass and each time, police get to know about it anyhow. Your father was dealing with this matter and now that he has gone... I have heard that your uncle and his people... want to separate from us... they are working on things behind our back since they have this issue that... they are saying that... you are way too young to rule an empire... and they don't want to work under a..." Han couldn't finish his sentence as he kept his gaze low.

"Under a what?!" Jungkook yelled at him, forcing him to gulp the words out.

"Under a... seventeen years old boy" Han mumbled out abruptly and Jungkook just glared at him.

Jungkook pushed the hand of that tattoo artist off him and stood up from the table, making all the standing men surrounding the place to kneel down before him.

"Han, Send him in" Jungkook ordered in a calm voice and Han abruptly rushed away only to come back quick, bringing an older man along.

"Jungkook, it's been years" The older man greeted with a wide grin as he walked up and patted Jungkook's back and Jungkook looked at his hand while Jungkook's people looked at each other with their gulps. Still, kneeled down.

"Congratulations on the throne, my boy. You were a toodler when I saw you the last time. Let's throw a ball dance tonight" His uncle suggested happily.

"You know I don't dance, uncle" Jungkook told him with a smile back.

"Come on, I will get you a woman beautiful enough to grip her on the ball dance" His uncle assured.

"No beauty on this earth can make Jeon Jungkook dance" Jungkook scoffed.

"Well, Let's go inside for a drink, uncle Seun-gyu" Jungkook told the man with a creepy smile, resting his hand on his uncle's back, guiding the man inside but then paused."Oh..." Jungkook made a face as if he suddenly remembered something. "What time is it, uncle?"

"It's 1:30. Why?" His uncle asked casually.

"It's time I feed my fish" Jungkook smiled while extending his hand to Han who abruptly offered Jungkook a black gothic styled 'walking cane' that had a silver fancy dragon as its handgrip, dangling tender silver chains. 'Jeon Jungkook' printed with silver under the dragon handgrip.

"Would you mind if I make you wait until I feed them?" Jungkook politely asked his uncle and his uncle smiled.

"Sure" The older man replied and Jungkook looked at Han who pushed a red buzzer attached by that huge swimming pool.

One wall under that swimming pool had strong grey bars like of a underground 'cage' in the water and as Han pushed the red buzzer, those bars began to lift up.

Jungkook walked closer to that tank and patted his black walking cane harshly 'twice' on the swimming pool's now open bars.

Jungkook's uncle had a casual frown, waiting for Jungkook's so many goldfish to appear into the pool until he saw that sudden huge gush of water into the pool with three huge furious grey tiger sharks with dark grey patterns on them, engulfing the whole swimming pool which actually was a Shark Tank.

"Wow..." Jungkook's uncle started while looking at those hungry predators wheeling around in the water harshly, impatiently waiting for their feed as if they could jump out of water to get what was their, but before Jungkook's uncle could comment anything further, Jungkook hit his uncle's knee with his cane from behind, making his uncle to stumble on his foot until Jungkook pushed his uncle into the tank.

Jungkook's goldfish didn't take long to fiercely surround and twirl around their feed aggressively, only for Jungkook to see that man struggle into the water, screaming and fussing with harsh splashes into the water that began to splash red with blood. As Jungkook's goldfish began to share and snatch parts of him with each other viciously.

"Jungkook! I am your uncle!" The man tried situating his bloodied hand on the edge of the pool to leave a stain and Jungkook hit his cane harshly onto him, making the man to fell back into the now bloodied water.

"And I am your nephew, uncle" Jungkook noted as he turned his back on the scene to comfortably lay down on that glassed table again over his stomach.

Listening to the older man's painful screams with the harsh loud splashes of water until it all tuned down.

"Clean this mess or else my babies will get sick..." Jungkook ordered Han who bowed with the order.

"And if any of his body part is left to be found, bury him with respect. He was my uncle" Jungkook added to Han, snapping his finger to the tattoo artist to continue the tattoo on his back.

And, the tattoo artist's hand began shaking as he tried to continue the tattoo of that huge vicious Black Dragon on Jungkook's back.

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Jimin's POV.

Hey, there, My name is Jimin, as beautiful as it sounds, I am the most prettiest twenty-years old boy ever existed in this universe, that's what 'My Sire' tells me and I want to share my peculiar story with you all, let's begin, shall we?

I was wearing a beautiful black sparkling off-shoulder cropped top with matching pants with white gemstones at the hem, my backless top having a few strings of fabric revealing a huge 'Vicious Black Dragon' tattooed, covering my back.

A beautiful black and clear diamonds' choker around my neck with my blonde hair parted from the side. My honey brown eyes had a thin black winked liner sparkling black glitter.

I walked into a beautiful hall with dark black walls with dark maroon hues of light, filled with people couple dancing while having their creepy monstrous animals' looking face-masks on. A romantic chaos also known as 'the ball'.

They all began to make way for me and bow as I walked passed them towards that 'man'.

That taller man, looking in his early thirties, with his beautiful sharp doe eyes, tough, masculine body, his jet black hair parted, broad nose like a fine man, sexy lips, a mole underneath and adorable bunny smile but that's rare.

He just stare back at me with a dark gaze, seated on that black leather couches in a black dress shirt and pants, his dress shirt open enough to reveal his whole chest. Talking to another man who was kneeled down infront of him.

Nobody could sit on the same or higher place as him.

I picked a pink rose nearby from the bar as I walked closer to 'Him' and casually sat on his lap.

Tucking the rose on his ear, I situated my legs onto his other thigh as well, crossing my legs onto another comfortably, my beautiful bare feet covered with slender black crystals' chains all around my toes to my anklets, was too closer to that other kneeled down man's face but he didn't dare to back away.

I leaned my side face into 'His' neck and he began brushing my blonde hair with his black painted nails, holding his drink from another as he talked to that kneeled down man.

I softly pecked the rose I had tucked on his ear and leaned down to bit his earlobe. Still, didn't get 'his' attention.

I sunk my teeth more deeper with a whimper into his skin and he raised the glass of his drink to my red tinted lips.

I sipped on his drink but the taste was not appealing to me so, spit it out on his neck like a spoiled brat.

He glared at me with his sharp frown and I smiled at him as I watched him grabbing a napkin and wiping his neck down to his chest. Wiping the corner of my lips as well but with his thumb gently.

I just looked at his face from his eyes to his lips and leaned into towards his lips, caressing his chest down to his abdomen until he looked away.

I still looked at him with my fond eyes and left my weight backwards on the couch with my hips and legs still resting on his lap.

I smiled a teethy simper as I stretched myself on that couch, making my beautiful eyes to turn into Crescents as I scratch that black couch with my fingers slowly, like a maniac in love.

I rolled down from his lap to the floor in his feet, grabbing them and situating my face on his knee but he was too busy in his talk to care.

I slowly looked up at him, only to stand up on my feet.

Still, he was busy in his conversation until I raised my leg and situated my bare decorated foot on his shoulder.

He finally looked at me and tried to peck my foot placed on his shoulder while looking into my eyes but I just pushed his shoulder away harshly by my foot.

He just watched me as I giggled and backed away, running away playfully.

He ignored his talk with that kneeled-down man, and fixed his eyes on me. Watching me running around between those couple dancing all around me. But he sit up straight with a mad frown, looking uncomfortable in his seat when I broke a couple's dance to snatch that woman's man away to make him dance with me.

Having that pink rose tucked on his ear, 'he' watched me dance with another man, having a frown as if he was trying to control some sort of rage in him. As if he was so helpless to watch me dance with another man.

But as soon as I pulled that other man, who had a fancy scary rabbit face mask on, by his neck, closer to me, his head got shot with a splash of his blood all over my revealed shoulders and I flinched with a hitched breath at that loud gunshot.

But neither the music stopped nor anyone stopped their dance. I just looked at 'Him' and found him placing a silver gun down on the coffee table. His silver gun had a 'black dragon' printed all around.

He grabbed a napkin and a black fancy masquerade mask from the coffee table and untucked that pink rose from his ear, just to stand up from the couch. Making everyone on the hall to abruptly stop their dance and kneeled down before him except for me. Even that slow melodic music stopped.

Engulfing silence.

He wore that black creepy masquerade mask, covering half of his face as he approached me and I just panted, backing away with a gulp until he snaked his hand revealing his tattoos from his rolled up sleeve, around my waist, only to pull me harshly closer on him.

He tucked that rose on my ear and wiped that blood of another man, off from me as it was dirt from my revealed shoulder with the napkin and tried to rock me slowly in the couple dance by my waist but I refused to move with him.

I tried to push him away but he grabbed me by my face harshly, caressing my face but I looked away.

He snickered his bunny smile as he took the signal and backed off from me only to kneel down before me, extending his hand to me for a dance like a gentleman in that creepy black masquerade mask showing his smirk.

The whole hall room was kneeled down infront of me.

I just rolled my eyes but gave my hand to him anyways with a simper, making him to peck the back of it and stand up, looking into my eyes as he pulled me closer harshly, I just panted into his mouth as our noses were almost touching and I placed my hands on his shoulders.

The music began to echo the hall again.

He slowly rocked me into the dance while caressing my side face with the back of his hand down to my revealed shoulder as if I was made of glass. As if he was removing that other man's fingerprints off me. Caressing his cheek on mine and I smiled like an idiot as I enhaled his cologne from his neck.

"I love you, my Sire" I told him. Someone had to say that. I just wished he could understand what we had for each other was everything but nothing at all.

"I was made for you and you were sent for me from the skies, my Sire" I emphasized and he just looked at me and my teary eyes until I wrapped my arms around his neck as if there was no tomorrow, as if I was drunk in his existence, pressing my body onto his and he wrapped his arm around me tighter, twirling us around vigorously with his loud evil laugh, having his black devilish masquerade face mask on, as if it was what he wanted to hear.

I just fondly hear him laugh like a devil, being carried away under his embrace in our dance and twirling around in his arms on that bloodied fancy black rugged floor in the ball room where he had just shot a man who dared to touch me.

We were the only couple dancing in the hall, since nobody else could dare to stand or dance along with him.

Well, This was a moment from my future.

Let's rewind this story.

For now, I am a five years old boy standing in a principal office of my kindergarten with a pout, hiding a beautiful barbie doll behind me. While, a girl who was same as mine age was crying like a dying walrus with her big open mouth.

I live on this planet earth where everything you love to do is wrong, I am stuck in an era where Michael Jackson just released his new music album and men criticize his glittering pants and there are no concepts of anything other than getting married to a woman and having kids.

My dad had a sulking face to me being in his police uniform. Well, the situation was that he was seated at my principal's desk infront of her when that ugly little girl was wailing for her doll.

Yes, it wasn't my doll. I just wish it was but all my dad gets me are footballs, toy cars and bicycle, I love my bicycle, I named her Sam but again the point is, I love barbie too. My dad just want me to play outside with filthy un-showered boys under the hot sun, pick my nose and fight over stupid things to get a rash but I wanna stay in, shower, make my hair, wear lip glosses, play with dolls and have every sparkle in the world. Forget it...

I was just a five years old baby, all my fault was that I wanted to play with those girls with their dolls.

"Jimin, how can you do that?" My dad scolded me infront of the principal and my beautiful baby eyes began filling up with tears.

"Jimin, give her doll back" My dad emphasized while the principal had a face of pity on her face for both of us.

"But I just wanted to play with them" I mumbled.

"Jimin, boys don't play with dolls along girls, you have so many of your own toys, give her doll back. I will get you a new toy car, buddy. Come on, give the doll back to sister" My dad crouched down to me with a polite request. "Look at her, she is crying. We should never hurt anyone and snatch what isn't ours" He explained and I just sighed with my pout while extending the doll to that girl back, at least, it made her ugly cry to tune down.

"Now, be a good boy and apologize" My dad told me and I bowed an apology. I was actually a good boy. Never a spoiled brat.

"Officer Park, can we have a moment?" My principal noted to my dad while sending that girl back into our playgroup class room with that beautiful doll and my dad walked away a little away from me with the principal. Now she will spit her poison against me to him.

"Officer Park, it's fifth time in this week. Many parents are concern about Jimin" I heard her say.

"Why anyone has to be concern about my son? You are talking as if he has some diseases. He is a kid, kids have weird obsessions, when I was his age I myself was obsessed with my neighbor's underwear because it was floral but now I wear my own and it's not floral, better tell those parents that I am enough to show concern for my child..." I heard my dad defending me.

"Officer Park, I know your wife passed away when Jimin was an infant and maybe that's why he thinks he is different from the other boys in school but I think he needs help. I never see him smile, he doesn't have friends, he doesn't talk to anyone in class and when his teacher asked him to play with other boys he replied that all the boys in class is smelly. His likings for girly things isn't a good sign, I have seen kids fallen into bipolar personality disorder. Maybe you need to pause your job for some time and give him attention instead" She stated and my dad just sighed.

"I will try my best"

My dad was my superhero but I wasn't the brawny dull superman he wanted me to be. I wanted blink in my life, I wanted lip glosses and glitter, I didn't want to keep wearing blues and greens, I wanted pink and purples.

Who the fuck made those rules that boys can't wear pinks? Fuck you, whoever you were, bitch.

But, I was just there watching from that glass window in my classroom's door that was situated at my height, watching those girls play with that beautiful doll with my teary eyes.

That small group of boys from my class saying something but I couldn't hear it because of the glass between us but they pointed me out, making every kid on the classroom to look at me and they all began laughing. At me.

Mocking me. But for what? Just because I asked a girl to play with her with her doll?

I looked down with my teary eyes until my dad grabbed my arm and dragged me out like a sack of flour.

"This is it, Jimin. How many times we have to talk about it? Girls play with dolls, boys don't. One more time you do this and there will be no bedtime story" He threatened, driving our car with me on the passenger's seat.

Trust me, buddy, the bedtime story you read me about that pathetic dinosaur is ugly enough to puke but since you are my dad, I keep up with your heart by looking excited about it.

He pulled up the car infront of a toy store.

My eyes lit up with those pink beautiful dolls displayed, teddy bears and unicorns but when we went inside my dad picked me up only to walk into the boys section and ask which one of those ugly toy car I wanted. But my eyes were fixed on that pink dressed doll standing in a showcase.

"I want that doll" I announced with a pout and everyone in the store paused doing whatever they were doing and gasped as if I just peed in their lawns.

Staring at me with their wide eyes until my dad processed a nervous grin and hesitantly dashed out of the place with me.

"Jimin, how many times I have to explain you, buddy?" And my dad's lecture didn't end even when we were at home.

"Boys don't play with dolls" He emphasized while tucking me in bed. It was night and my bedroom was boring blue and grey with greens. I don't know why my dad thought I loved dinosaurs, alligators and Hulk.

He read me a boring superman comic but I had a smile to him because his voice was so angelic. I closed my eyes to sleep and he pecked my forehead and wished me a 'good night', switching the lights off as he walked out.

And then when I heard him going to his room to sleep, my time to meet my friend starts.

My dad was a really caring father but the poor thing used to work his ass off to make us have food three times a day. He barely had time for me, since there were no concepts to give children a phone or internet. I kept myself busy into a different world that was only in my baby head.

I had a friend.

I picked up a beautiful black book with purple and silver detailings from under my bed. I had begged my dad to have it from a newspaper shop because it was so shiny. It wasn't in a new condition but still it was so beautiful to me. The only shiny thing I owned.

The title had a beautiful mythical folklore painting. In the painting, there was a beautiful young boy with his blonde hair wearing a white baby dress shirt under brown jeans rompers and a taller man having dark long demonic horns over his black haired head, in a black long coat over his all black suit. His eyes had no eyeballs but a black space in his beautiful eyes staring back at the boy having his smiling lips stitched with long black stitches. Offering a dead sparrow to the boy by his hand open to the boy.

I once asked my dad to read it for me but once he had opened it, he just had frowned and instead of reading it to me, he had thrown this book into the trashcan. Wondering why he got me this book without checking it twice.

It was a dark fantasy fairytale that wasn't a five years old appropriate but my little ass could only see his sparkle.

Until, I made a friend.

This book had my friend. My one and only friend.

How can I let it thrown on a trashcan but my dad still doesn't know about how I stole the book back from the trash once he had fallen asleep.

Thus, I learned I couldn't make my dad read it for me and I couldn't read back then myself, I used to read it every night by those paintings printed inside the book. Guessing the story every night.

The small blonde boy running in the forest, got gathered by wolves until that taller dark man appeared behind the boy. The wolves bowed down infront of that peculiar charming creature and began to run away. Scared of him.

The boy turned to look up at that uncanny man, the man raised his big hand to the boy's beautiful face as if he was mesmerized by the boy's existence but when the boy hugged the man's legs, he pushed the boy away and disappeared.

A new morning into the book and that blonde boy was running in the forest again, following a sparrow while holding some berries, just wanted to share his food with the sparrow and make him his friend. The sparrow sit by the boy's palm to eat but once it was done it refused to be friends with the boy and flew away to sit on a tree, mocking the boy, making the small boy to began crying until a big harsh rock got hit to the sparrow and the sparrow was thrown on the floor drenched in its own blood.

A huge hand with long black sharp nails lifted the dead sparrow from the ground and extended it gently towards the blonde boy who looked up at that same man in dark clothes. That man kneeled down to the boy with the sparrow raised to him, making everything on the forest to bow down to the boy along.

He gave him the sparrow, even if it was dead. Who cares? The boy wanted that sparrow and he gave him that. Because at the end of the day, the boy wanted it. But now, the boy didn't want the sparrow anymore. The blonde boy smiled back to the monstrous creature and hugged his waist with his small hands.

At the end, The taller fellow always take the boy's hand and takes him away into a darker world. A darker version of the same forest. Into a haunting world. His world. But everything shines there for the boy. Where the boy could do anything he loves.

And that's how a dark and monstrous creature becomes the guardian of an innocent lonely boy. A friend. His everything.

S.I.R.E was written on that demon and I thought it was his name. I once asked dad what those alphabets pronounce like and he told me the alphabets made a word that sounded 'Sire'.

I asked my dad what it meant and he told me that it meant a 'King/Lord'. It meant, he was the Lord of that dark forest.

I stood by my open window with the book close to my heart. Dreaming. Being a boy, I should have dreamed to become a pilot, doctor or even boring, a cop, like my dad. My dad says girls like cops so, I should grow up to be a policeman as well but I wanted to be that blonde beautiful boy waiting for a mysterious monster with a kind heart. Maybe, he could be my friend without mocking me for the way I was.

I placed my small hands on the windowsill and looked up at the moon hanging by the night sky.

"Please send him sooner to me" I wished upon the sky for a handsome, tall demon with dark hair like in that book. Who could take my hand and take me into his beautiful world. Where there he will make everyone bow infront of me and I could have anything I like.

I left my book by the windowsill every night in a hope that one night, My Sire would come out of that book with the magic of the moon.

So, with my hopes high, I happily climbed up on my bed to fell asleep with my dinosaur plushie. But, I always pretend that it's a soft furry teddy bear.

But how am I suppose to recognize my demon friend when he will come for me? The thought made my baby brain to stay wide awake.

"Oh, no..." I mumbled with a pout.

But wait, he will have long demonic horns, black vicious eyeless eyes and black long nails. Right?

"Black nails... " I mumbled to myself as I fell into deep slumber.

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