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▪︎ Blood🩸🤍
▪︎ Gore 💔💥
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▪︎ Death 🪦👻
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"Black nails... " Baby Jimin mumbled to himself as he fell into his baby slumber.

Jimin just dreamed about his book in his sleep. His open book was placed on his windowsill, making the wind to turn its thick pages as if a silver sparkle engulfed the book under the moonlight glistening on it's shiny pages.

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It was a lot later at night and Jungkook walked into a mansion's hall from his castle's backyard.

"Is it done?" A guy similar to Jungkook's age asked with an excited grin, turning Jungkook around to examine but all he could see was blood. "What did you do?"

"It is done. I want to be at my throne as soon as possible before our empire begin eating each other alive" Jungkook stated, turning his attention to an older woman who was seated in a couch chair, all dressed in black with a beautiful white fox sleeping on her lap.

Her eyes teary as she caressed the fox.

Jungkook went to situate his hands on her couch chair's armrest. "Mom, there is no time to cry. Dad will always be in our hearts" Jungkook pecked her head.

"There is no other way then sending someone Busan and check who is the traitor among our people in the police" The woman told him.

"Joining Police? No way" Jungkook emphasized. "I won't send anyone of my people to go and get lured by our enemies"

"Aunt Jane, everyone is showing their real tongues at our back at a time like this, believing anyone and let him go to wait for him to be back one day is a fairytale" That boy noted.

"Then, you both go" The woman stated.

"What?! No!" That boy abruptly broke in. "T-That police training make people glide on dirty mud and all..."

"Taehyung, I will talk to your mother" The woman assured.

"But, I don't want to go!" Taehyung complained and Jungkook was just staring at the huge portrait on the wall of a man, with its frame engraved a silver dragon all over it.

"Mom, Police academy requires atleast nineteen years old age. We both have just turned seventeen" Jungkook whispered while touching the silver detailings on the huge frame.

"Don't worry about it. A fake identity can have a fake date of birth" The woman mentioned.

"But, I don't want to go!" Taehyung was still stuck on that.

"We are going" Jungkook decided in a low voice, resting his forehead on the portrait.

"No! What the fuck, aunt Jane?" Taehyung complained. "Why do I always get fucked between you too?! That's why I don't come to your house! I wish I was not here to give these bullshit cookies my mother made for you both jerks!" Taehyung stomped away, brawling.

"I will save your throne, dad" Jungkook just whispered to the portrait.

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6 Months Later.

8:00 P.M.

Jimin's POV

There was a knock on my house door, my dad to tsk, having his toothbrush stuff into his mouth as he placed an empty plate infront of me on our breakfast table. It was dinner time and my dad had this weird habit of brushing his teeth before every meal.

I was in a blue shirt and jeans, wiggling my small legs those were dangling from my long chair, I watched my dad rush to the door, holding a pan with two fried eggs sizzling, doing so much all together.

My dad opened the door and I saw that tall guy same as my dad's height in a black coat over blue jeans, his black dress boots were so shiny.

"It's Jeon Jungkook at your service, sir" The guy forced out those words as if it was hard for him to say that, with a disgusted frown, scanning my dad's lousy white tank top tucked in his police uniform's pants. Toothpaste bubbling in his mouth, having a pan to his one hand while a towel was draped on his shoulders.

My dad had a dumbfounded face at him too. "Oh, you are my new junior, right, kid?" My dad patted that guy's shoulder and he looked at my dad's hand placed on his shoulder with a frown.

"But why are you at my house at this time of the night? Come office in the morning. We don't work from home," My dad chuckled while removing his hand to close the door at him but he stowed his shiny boot foot in the middle of the door and the threshold.

"I don't like getting touched" Was all that guy stated, dusting his shoulder where my dad had pat him and my dad just made a dumbfounded face.

"If this habit of yours is with women as well, it's a serious problem, young man" My dad noted with a laugh.

"It is not necessary to let someone touch you for sex, many things in this world happens from behind, why not sex?" That guy's reply made my dad's laugh to got choked into a cough as he walked passed my dad inside our house. Invitingly.

I couldn't understand what the joke was being a baby but I just watched them with a tilted head.

"I am new to Busan. I don't have a place to stay in, neither have a car. I am from a poor family. My dad used to sell... what was it..." That guy stated as if it was a memorized script he forgot.

"Well, long story short. I am staying here and you are going to give me pick and drop to everywhere" That guy added.

"But from where did you get my address? Must have asked from the department... well, forget about it. Okay, I can accept your pick and drop request since you are still a kid but living here..."

"I am not a kid, I am nineteen" That guy broke my dad's sentence. Scanning our living room with his eyes.

"Well, you don't look like nineteen by your face but by your experiences with many things from behind. Now that you are here already, Let's get inside and have some dinner with us?" My dad told him.

"I don't eat with strangers" He told my dad.

"Oh, enough of the zombie talk. I don't do this, I don't do that. You do everything from behind, stop acting like a brat and listen to your hyung. I am older than you and I am too hungry, let's go, come on, and eat" My dad grabbed him by his arm and dragged him inside with him, that guy had a frown to my dad's grip on his arm but he didn't say anything.

"Jiminie" My dad cooed to get my attention as he dragged that man into the kitchen that had our small table of three.

"Greet your new hyung" My dad told me and I stood up to bow to that guy but that guy backed away as if I was a missile not just a small baby.

"Jeon Jungkook is nobody's hyung" That guy emphasized.

"Again, zombie talk. Just shut it and sit down" My dad tsked abd shoved him into a chair at our table.

"By the way, he is my son Jimin" My dad smiled ahead.

"Oh...by looking at the way he looks, I thought he was resting to get cooked and served" That guy stated and my dad just frowned with a dumbfounded forced snickered. It was a joke. Right?

"He looks so..." That guy started with a weird facial expression as he looked at me. "Soft, warm and squishy..." He talked to himself and my dad just blinked his eyes at him.

"We actually don't have a third plate..." My dad was too confident to tell him that as he offered him his own empty plate.

Carrying our dinner from the stove to the table, my dad dragged my baby blue plate and parted all the food portion equally in it. Adding from my plate to him as well but then he placed a chocolate flavored milk infront of me to complete my food portion intake for the night.

That guy just watched how my dad was left with half fried egg but he had a happy smile as he offered him and I, our well made plates.

I raised my juice box to my dad to open it but the house's door was knocked again and my dad left to check the door. "This newspaper guy..." My dad tsked as he left us two alone.

Making me to extend my flavoured milk box to that guy innocently to open it but that guy looked away as if I wasn't there.

I stood up and walked around the table to be where 'His' face was turned, to be infront of him and raised the juice box again innocently.

He frowned and looked to the other side, making me to walk around the table again and extend the box again to him.

He tsked while turning away again, making me to run around the table again but before I could reach him, he turned to the opposite again. I giggled and ran to the opposite as well to reach him. Thinking, he was playing with me. Nobody had ever played with me but I had seen those kids from school to play like this once.

He just rolled his eyes, giving up as he snatched that box from me and began opening it and my eyes widened as I looked at his fingers' nails opening the juice straw's wrapper. They were painted black.

Black nails! Wait! Was he my demon friend sent upon my wish?! But his nails weren't long and he didn't had horns. There was no other way to know but from his mouth.

"Are you Sire?" I innocently asked him, with a tilted head, was he my imaginary friend who came out of my story book for me?

But, his glare turned dense as he looked at me with a dark gaze. Grabbing my face harshly.

"Who sent you?" He asked me and I just blinked my eyes with my chubby cheeks squeezed into his hand. "Whites use children to spy..." He whispered to himself while checking me. Harshly opening my mouth to check it but inspite of those few broken milk teeth, baby mouth had nothing.

He began checking my body with his fingers as if I was a soft breakable piece of rice cake, squeezing my chubby skin with his fingers and I began giggling as it was tickling as fuck, struggling in his hold being pink due to the laugh.

My dad came back with the newspaper to saw the scene and smiled. "You both seem to get along well at such a short note" My dad stated and he abruptly let me go harshly, making my baby butt to fell down on the floor and my dad just snickered, shaking his head at me and picking me up when I was still giggling.

"Now, enough of games, you have to finish your dinner" My dad pecked my cheek when I was a happy bubble, picking up my baby spoon to feed me. My dad had never seen me that happy.

That guy just watched my dad as if he hadn't seen someone spoon-fed a child. Wondering why he was doing it even when my hands were all well and working?

"You can stay with us" My dad broke the silence between us after a moment and that guy just looked at my dad.

End of Jimin's POV

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"Taehyung, I got assigned to another man and his kid called me 'Sire'. How come I became famous among kids?" Jungkook whispered on the call.

"White gang?"

"I also thought the same but the kid had no device on him" Jungkook was whispering but then shoved his phone back into his pocket once Officer Park walked out of Jimin's bedroom.

Jungkook just picked his bag to go inside a room.

"Where are you going?" Officer Park broke in.

"To sleep" Jungkook Shrugged.

"That's my room. You go and sleep on the couch" Officer Park ordered.

"Oh" Jungkook noted while rolling his eyes as he opened his bag and took out a thick amount of cash to offer Mr. Park. "Have it"

"Wow... kiddo," Officer Park still blocked his way. "You don't have to give me your life savings. I let you stay here as a guest until your training ends and you get assign to a real position to afford a place yourself. Go and sleep on the couch"

"Jeon Jungkook never sleeps on couch"

"Aish, this zombie kid..." Officer Park looked pissed. "Fine, follow me"

Jungkook just watched Officer Park getting into Jimin's room only to gently lift the asleep baby into his arms. "You can have this room, now if that's okay for Jeon Jungkook to sleep in?" He sarcastically asked.

"Hmm..." Was all Jungkook uttured expressionlessly as he watched Mr. Park carrying Jimin away into his own room.

Leaving Jungkook alone into the room.

Jungkook locked the room and began to explore Jimin's ordinary looking room as if he suspiciously trying to find something.

Throwing all the books and things away, he rolled his eyes and kneeled down hesitantly as if it was something out of his pride and he looked down below Jimin's bed.

He pushed all those toys out from the bed's below but found no device until he found that one peculiar book. Making Jungkook to made a sudden face of realization.

"This stupid kid..." Jungkook chuckled while caressing his forehead. He stopped his search as he realized Jimin called him a book's character as Jungkook read those letters written as that blonde boy's speech box 'S.I.R.E'. The boy used to call his new demon friend those four alphabets but it wasn't Sire all together.

Jungkook rolled his eyes while tossing the book back and threw himself on the bed to take out a cigarette and silver lighter that had black dragon printed all over.

He hung his head from the bed's edge, viewing everything upside down as he lit up his cigarette and smoked out. Filling the small room with smoke until he noticed a small frame with a photo of a young beautiful lady in a wedding dress standing with Officer Park who was in his groom attire.

Jungkook just examined the photo being upside down as he exhaled the smoke out from his mouth.

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"Jeon Jungkook doesn't do dishes" Jungkook told Officer Park who made a dumbfounded face, trying to tuck Jimin's shirt under his baby pants. Ready for school.

"Oh seriously..." Officer Park whimpered like a kid leaving Jungkook dumbfounded at the gesture. "Fine, go and get your king existence ready for office" He tsked at Jungkook who casually shrugged and went to do so.

"This spoiled kid..." Officer Park uttured while watching Jungkook leaving those dirty plates in the sink and go.

Officer Park left Jimin school to take Jungkook into the police station with him. For the first time.

At work, Jungkook used to stay quiet. Efficiently, scanning the list every day for which he was there. He used to stay mute, away from colleagues.

His isolated personal space and painted black nails made Officer Park to think of Jimin. Realizing Jungkook probably went through a missing space in his life that he feels himself left out from others. So, he began to try his best to put his effort into Jungkook. Forcing him to go and talk around. Making him do every single thing in order to try for Jungkook to make friends around.

Little did he know that, Jeon Jungkook didn't use to make or keep friends either. He even would roll his eyes on any female colleagues trying to approach him.

Not only Officer Park was the one noticing Jungkook but the latter was too. That man was unlike everyone Jungkook had ever seen. Even the man use to have a soft heart for criminals sharing his snacks with the culprits sitting behind the bars. Complaining about their broken beds to authorities. Jungkook thought all the policemen deserved to be killed but Officer Park was strange.

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Jungkook walked out of a grocery store after Officer Park, holding two bags of groceries boringly.

Only Officer Park was in his uniform but Jungkook was in a black suit. "If your dad was poor then how you own these lush clothes..." Officer Park was talking to Jungkook until they heard some screams and fussing voices and found a guy running passed them while holding a lady's purse as if he just snatched it from a woman.

"Jungkook! Follow me!" Officer Park ordered Jungkook while abruptly rushing after the guy.

"This was the only thing for me to do..." Jungkook rolled his eyes and lazily 'walked' after him.

That street lifter ran into an alleyway to realize it had a bricked wall ahead, no space to run away further as he turned to saw Officer Park rushing in after him.

"Put that bag down and turn around with your hands at your back!" Officer Park ordered while showing his police badge but that guy pulled out a gun and grabbed a nearby woman who was cleaning a restaurant's window into the alleyway.

The woman screamed while having her eyes shut close as the man situated his gun over her head, having her in his arms from behind harshly.

"Seriously? You want to go that far for a purse?" Officer Park complained while raising his weaponless hands up to show that he wasn't about to harm the guy. Trying to calm him down.

Jungkook, who just reached with his lazy slow ass, boringly watched the scene. "Let me go or else I will shoot her!" The culprit threatened.

"Jungkook, stay behind me. He can shoot anyone!" Officer Park hid Jungkook behind him as if he was a small child but Jungkook just scoffed, walking out from Mr. Park's shelter.

"He can't shoot" Jungkook casually noted.

"Why?" Officer Park looked taken aback.

"Look at his hand..." Jungkook told Officer Park. "His veins are so mild, his grip is wrong, his feets are joined together. His words have too many breaths but he isn't panting out of rage or fear, he is panting while trying to make us believe that this fucker can shoot her. He has never shoot anyone neither wants to"

"Wow, our police academy is training students so differently nowadays" Officer Park looked dumbfounded and impressed.

"Let me go! I will shoot her, I am telling you!"

"Go ahead, shot him" Jungkook casually told Officer Park.

"We can't use our guns. Have your police truncheon and go arrest him" Officer Park whispered to Jungkook, pointing at Jungkook's truncheon.

"And what should I do with a stick? Shove him into his ass or what? Give me your gun" Jungkook asked for the gun instead and that guy watched the two whispering and bickering.

"Let me go! You both fucking clowns!" That guy yelled and Jungkook's eyes keened with a dark glare.

He shoved the grocery bags onto Officer Park, making the man to grab them as Jungkook pulled out Mr. Park's police gun from the latter's waist holster in the speed of light and shot the aim towards that guy holding the woman.

The woman screamed and the bullet pierced right into the man's head with a loud splash of blood shooting out along from the back of the man's head with the bullet.

"The circus is over" Jungkook noted.

Leaving Officer Park dumbfounded with his wide eyes as he watched the scene at front when that corpse of a man fell down in his blood and that woman looked traumatized while backing away to fell on the ground as well.

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"Are you fucking nuts?!" And Jungkook watched an older man yelling at Officer Park in a police station office while Jungkook was watching them being out of that office.

"I thought he will open fire at us so, I shot him first" Officer Park told his senior having his head low.

"Don't make me suspend you by using your fucking wit!" Jungkook just watched Officer Park getting scolded by that older man for a thing he didn't do. He asked Jungkook to stay out only to go and take his blame over himself.

Officer Park walked out with a gloomy look on his face, getting an overtime punishment and Jungkook followed the man.

"I am not dismissed yet. They will hold a meeting on this among seniors to decide a penalty on me... I got the groceries for this week but still many bills are left to pay with Jimin's tuition fee, I hope they don't suspend me for more than a month..." Officer Park talked to himself while walking away, looking hasty.

"Oh, Jungkook, can you pick Jimin from school for me?" Officer Park asked as if he suddenly remembered it, walking away until Jungkook blocked his way.

"Why did you do that? Why did you take my blame?"

"Why I did that? I will work at somewhere as a waiter or something to pay for bills and will rejoin anyhow after suspension but you, you wouldn't have got a second chance for your career as a policeman, you are just a junior. Whatever happened was just a mistake, you probably shot him because you got scared, I was like that once too but I didn't shoot anyone" Officer Park assured while patting Jungkook's shoulder, trying to look positive, assuringly as he turned to leave.

Jungkook just blankly watched the man walking away. He took Jungkook's blame even when he himself knew consequences leading on himself. He still choose to stand up for Jungkook. Where people like him existed in Jungkook's world? Jungkook had never seen anyone like him before. He took no money or force and still took Jungkook's blame on himself or else, Jungkook would got fired and could never protect his throne.

"Hyung" Jungkook addressed the older man for the first time and Officer Park turned to look at him.

"Jeon Jungkook will get Jimin from school" Jungkook promised and Officer Park snickered on his adorable zombie talk.

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Jimin's POV

My baby butt was resting on the floor, all alone in an empty corridor of my school. Wearing my bagpack on my shoulders, waiting for my dad. All the kindergarten kids had left and I was still waiting. Having the love of my life in my hands, that black and purple book.

Reading... I mean, watching the book's printed paintings to read the story all over again in my head. As if I wasn't in my school on floor but into that beautiful dark sparkling forest sitting on the grass.

Everything around me was beautiful. I could smell those dark flowers instead of detergent's scent coming from my school's floor.

I watched that sparrow sitting by the boy's palm only to eat those berries and mock the boy instead of being his friend, making the boy to cry until it got hit by that big rock and was thrown on the floor drenched in its own blood.

That huge hand with long black nails grapsed the dead sparrow from the ground, offering the sparrow to the boy...

My imaginations were interrupted once that big book was harshly snatched from my small hands.

"Oh, look, he is the kid who loves to play with dolls" A kid announced, having his two more friends by his side. They were alteast five years older than me. 5 years old VS 10 years old wasn't a battle. It was an oppression.

"What are you doing? Talking to your dead mother, boy-girl" One of them laughed.

"Wait, he has a pink book!" Those assholes called my book pink even when it was purple. Seriously...

I tried to stand up to have my book back from them but one of them pushed me back on the floor harshly. My eyes began filling up with tears, my dad hadn't given me such a bullying environment until I joined this school to deal with these things once a week.

My dad complaint to the principal but the result is still at front.

That kid mocked me and raised my book up to hit me with all of his might.

My poor soul curled into a ball with squeezed close eyes, I just wished my 'Sire' could come out of that book to protect me.

I just heard their laughs waiting for my fate to hit me until my book was snatched from that kid and a tight slap echoed the whole school's corridor with the back of a man's hand whose nails were painted black.

I opened my eyes to find that kid thrown on the floor infront of me as he began crying loudly, holding his cheek while his two other friends looked terrified as they looked up at that taller man, backing away, making me to turn as well and look up at him. All dressed in a black suit.

I just looked at those black painted nails gripping on my book as he offered me my book back. I just took my book, staring at his black nails and his dark gaze glaring deep into those kids' existence as he grabbed my arm and pulled me away with him.

"Kids of whores..." I heard him muttered, dragging me along out of my school to the pavement.

"What is a whore?" I asked him innocently in my babbling accent as he let go of my arm, making me to follow him on my own, on that pavement with my book hugged dear to my heart.

"Someone who gets paid to fuck" He actually replied that to a five years old.

"What is a fuck?" My baby ass was restless.

"When a man puts his cock into something he enjoys" He told me, taking out a silver lighter that had a black dragon printed all over, from his pants pocket and a pack of cigarette to pull one out.

"What is a cock?" I asked while practically jogging after him because of his long-legged-steps walk. Not waiting for me. Lightening up his cigarette.

"What every man has" He casually shrugged, with his hand stuffed into his pants pocket.

"Do I have it too?" I asked him, since I heard my dad telling me that one day I will be a grown up man. So, I knew I was a man.

"Ask your dad not me" He boringly told me and I nodded firm, noting the word 'cock' in my head to ask it from my dad later.

"Can you pick me up?" I asked him. He didn't bring a car. I admit my house was near from school but I was still just a baby rushing after him with my small baby legs, having that big heavy book in my arms.

"No" He firmly replied without pausing his walk until we walked passed by a toy store and my attention was gathered by a beautiful doll displayed behind the glassed wall of that store.

He paused his walk once he realized I was no longer following him. He turned to find me staring at that doll behind the glass, resting my baby hand on the glass over her with my sad yearning baby eyes.

He snapped his fingers with a whistle as if I was a puppy or anything to have my attention and make me follow him again but I was frozen by the doll.

He just watched me with a frown and walked up to me, he bended down to look at that doll and then at my heart eyes for the doll. "What? You want it?" He asked and I looked at him.

"Y-Yes" I hesitantly told him while looking down with a sad pout. Thinking he would make my fun as well or else would lecture me on how boys shouldn't ask for dolls.

He just grabbed my arms and picked me up to enter that store. I just looked at him when he made me stand on a glassed showcase counter in the girls' section of the store.

"Which one do you want?" He asked me infront of the store owner, while smoking from his cigarette.

I pointed at that doll in a beautiful pink dress and he gestured that man from his eyes and tilted head, ordering him to take that doll out for me.

The store owner just froze without moving a muscle with his concerning and disgusted eyes as if something was wrong with me until 'He' leaned his elbows on that store's glassed counter infront of the store owner with his cigarette between his fingers, smoking the smoke out from his mouth at the older man.

"Give the baby what he is asking for or I will break your teeth to shove them into your fucking asshole" He emphasized with his sharp raised eyebrow to that store owner, darkly staring into that man's soul with his threatening eyes.

The shop owner gulped and abruptly placed that doll right infront of me. I had my eyes wide. I just watched 'him' looking around as if he was making sure someone wasn't looking at him when he pulled out his wallet to draw a black credit card from his wallet.

The shop owner gulped as he looked at that black card with a silver dragon printed on it.

The shop owner took that card with his shaking hand as if he just seen a ghost or something. Managing to try swiping the card on his store's credit card reader but his fingers were trembling on that card as if he was about to have a panic attack.

The store owner managed to return the card back to 'him' with his hand vigorously trembling as he dared to offer the card back.

Once the card was taken back by 'Him', The store's owner backed away only to lean back to the wall and slowly crouched down with his horrified eyes, panting hard, shaking as he refused to look up at us.

"Here is your doll" 'He' noted to me and I just had my eyes wide at that beautiful doll, I still hadn't touched. Not believing that it was mine.

"Is it my... doll?" I asked him hugging the doll which was bigger enough as same height as mine, standing with me on that glassed counter.

"All yours" He shrugged, tucking his wallet back into his black suit's jacket and I just looked at him with my wide heart eyes to him.

Enough. It was it. He didn't have horns but black nails, he didn't have a stitched mouth but he could scare everyone away. He was him. It was him. No need to ask him anymore. He was sent for me from the skies upon my wish. Only for me.

As the blonde boy had let go of the sparrow in the book, I let go of that doll with my wide smile, I didn't want that doll anymore either, I wanted him.

I just wrapped my arms around his neck with all of my might, making him to abruptly catch that doll and me all together from that counter or else I would have fell down from there.

"My Sire!" I chimed out with my relieved baby smile, resting my face on his black suited shoulder and his eyes widened being completely dumbfounded as he situated his hand on my back with his black nails.

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