Namjoon's Past

"Oppa! Hurry up!" The chime of a woman's laughter lit the room up as she gestured her brother over with one of her best silly faces as of yet.

Namjoon rolled his eyes but a smile tugged at his lips, betraying how he truly felt about his little sister's antics.

His hands dug their way into the pockets of his pants in mock reluctance while he trudged her way. "Kyungmin-ah, if you keep making those stupid faces it'll get stuck like that one day" he murmured nonchalantly and he hid an amused smirk at her loud gasp.

"Shut up! No way!" She screeched and immediately dropped her look while massaging her cheeks, murmuring incoherent things under her breath.

That was the limit for Namjoon and finally he cracked up.

Kyungmin scowled at her brother when she realized he was just messing with her as usual and she pouted but stalked his way.

She deftly landed a punch to her brother's shoulder, eliciting a pained hiss from the man who's smile was effectively wiped off his face.

"You're a little shit" she muttered petulantly and Joon grinned, resting his arm on top of his shorter sister's head.

"Right back at you loser" he shot back with a lazy smile.

She only gave him an exasperated sigh but eventually found herself smiling softly and she pulled him into a side hug.

No words needed to be exchanged after that; only the actions of two siblings who would give the world to each other and their knowing smiles kept them both in a comfortable silence.

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"Joon-ah! Come help me out" Kyungmin's voice called out from outside the house but Joon stayed rooted in his place, shooting a deadly glare at the man who was sitting on the sofa cockily.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Shin?" Joon hissed lowly, eyeing what should have been his little sister's ex boyfriend, in disdain.

The man grinned darkly while propping his arms behind his head in satisfaction. "What do you think Chief? I'm obviously hanging out with my girlfriend who I love dearly." He answered back easily and Joon's fist clenched.

The way he said girlfriend left a bad taste in Joon's mouth and he had to physically restrain himself before he threw the scum out of his precious sister's house right then and there.

"I swear to god-"

"Joon?" His sister called out again, this time tinged with a hint of impatience.

With more effort than he'd like to admit, he tore his gaze away from the smug man who mockingly raised his brow.

"Better stick to what you do best: keeping the streets clear right, Kim? After all we can't have bad men out there, it just wouldn't be safe for us" he teased, knowing that Namjoon never has and probably never will hold a solid case against his gang who always covered their tracks cleanly.

The son of a bitch was egging Joon on and he was damn near the edge but he took a deep breath, knowing that he had nothing on the man yet, so with one last glare he headed outside.

He saw the figure of his sister lifting a box off the ground and when she made eye contact with Namjoon she opened her mouth to berate him but he didn't give her a chance to speak, as he cut straight to the chase.

"Why is he back?"

She stilled, and then slowly lowered the box to the ground with a soft acquiescing sigh.

Her brows creased, displaying her inner conflict but she answered him back. "You know why..." she murmured dismissively but that only proved to further anger her brother.

Joon snarled, acting out before he could think, frustrated at the man who had so openly goaded him and the fact that she had let him back into her life again, especially after Namjoon finally thought she had moved on.

"What, were you too afraid of what he would do to you that you had to let him back again??"

However he immediately regretted those words the moment he saw the flash of pain that crossed her eyes, which was quickly replaced with barely repressed anger.

Joon's shoulders slackened. "Kyungmin, wait I-"

She cut him off angrily. "You don't know anything about a single thing that I have been through so don't you dare assume that's why I took Hankyul back, Namjoon" She said in a dangerously low voice and Joon gritted his teeth.

"You know that's not what I meant! I'm only looking out for you, Min-ah...he's bad news...you know what he and his gang have been up to recently...what our department has been working on..." Joon reasoned but as always, she turned a blind eye to the things her boyfriend was involved with, choosing to focus only on the good parts about him -if there even was anything.

That never stopped her from believing that she could save him.

Her eyes grew heated and he watched as her body tensed rigidly. "Joon, enough! That's exactly my point! You have no evidence and Hankyul said they haven't done anything drastic lately so I believe him! Just because you run the police force doesn't mean that you can hold every single mistake he's done against him so back off and let me make my own decisions!" She exclaimed in exasperation, throwing her hands up in the air.

Joon shook his head, matching her head on in anger. "I wouldn't have to if you were just smart enough to make the right ones!" He argued and he knew straight away that he said the wrong thing when she froze and lowered her head, eyes hiding behind her bangs that hid an emotion he couldn't decipher.

"Leave" she barely whispered but with how silent it already was, Namjoon heard her crystal clear and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Kyungmin..." he whispered, words laced with incredulity but she turned her back towards him.

"I thought you of all people would understand but you've said more than enough Namjoon..." she whispered, her words clipped and curt.

She was glad she turned away because her unshed tears contrasted harshly against every word she said.

With a deceiving level of poise that contradicted her actual feelings, she began to walk towards the door of her house.

Namjoon snapped out of it and instinctively grabbed her arm "Kyungmin-" but she jerked it back.

"NAMJOON I SAID LEAVE!" She screamed, leaving her throat hoarse and her heart heavy.

Namjoon recoiled back as if slapped, and he very well could have been with the venom laced in her words.

In his stupor his grip slackened and she shot him one last hooded look before making her way inside, slamming the door firmly shut behind her.

If there was one thing the Kim siblings had in common, it was the extent of how far their stubbornness ran.

It took Namjoon moments to register what had transpired but when it did he cursed.

He growled in frustration at his naive sibling and only when he finally came to terms with the finality of her words, did he convince himself to walk away.

His pride ran deeper than he thought and if she was too stubborn to realize what he could plainly see, then it was up to her to learn the hard way.

She was right in the fact that it was her life that he was trying to meddle into but he was her brother and he had to look out for her.

That was just part of the package, whether she liked it or not.

He just wished he realized how easy it would have been to ignore her just like he did last time and take her with him.

He wished he was as smart as everyone believed, with the exception of his said sister who always teased him for being ironically dense.

And he wished his sister lived long enough to rub that in his face one more time.

He wished he didn't walk away that day.

But no, Namjoon would live with the guilt of knowing that he was the cause of his baby sister's death.

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It had been months since their last fight and neither one of the Kim siblings lowered their pride long enough to apologize to one another.

Joon had dutifully went back to his work as the Chief Superintendent General of the National Police Agency, if only to get his mind off the matter.

He sighed, lowering his phone that his finger was hovered over, more specifically to the one contact that he couldn't tear his gaze away from as he went through closing up yet another report from one of his teams.

He itched to dial her number and apologize but he couldn't -he wasn't wrong and he knew she thought the same.

"Chief"

On reflex, Namjoon tensed at the dread that came from the man who had called out to him from outside his office.

"What is it?" He muttered, immediately standing from his desk and following the man to the small crowd that had gathered around a desktop which was playing a video feed that had suddenly popped up.

There was a man bound to a chair and Joon felt his body tense at the sudden severity of the situation that had fallen into his hands.

"T-the video..." one of the newer recruits pointed out in horror and Joon gritted his teeth, turning to the monitor.

He recognized the familiar mask that one of the anonymous man was wearing and he turned to his team with anger and incredulity.

It had been an investigation that they had worked on a couple of weeks back -one which the team he had been supervising had already successfully closed. He had just recently gone over that report and approved it, after learning that the heir had nothing to do with his family's business and only had to be the successor to the inheritance because he had no say in the matter.

He remembered feeling pity for the man who had to suffer from the schemes of the people he was supposed to be able to trust without question.

It had been one of the simpler cases too as it was the usual ransom demand triggered by the corruption of the powerful underground family who had been targeted by a group fueled by incessant greed.

The case had involved the abduction of the heir but had been closed after the family's dirty money had been transferred, to Namjoon's silent relief.

Or at least that was what he was led to believe.

However it was now was painfully clear to him that he had been severely mistaken on the matter.

"Find out where this is playing from! And why is the son still being held in captivity!" Joon demanded angrily, turning his gaze to the team he had entrusted the case to, and they had the nerve to flinch.

One man spoke up. "T-the family didn't want police involvement after we arrived and they said that they had it under control...it was against policy to continue the investigation if they chose not to...you know the rules Sir...it's illegal to-"

Joon couldn't believe it, they had actually lied to him but it was his fault for not vetoing the report thoroughly.

"You're telling me that you not only lied to me in your report, but you also trusted their word?! It's in those very same policies you quoted that we only end an investigation AFTER making sure that everyone is accounted for!" He slammed his hand on the desk and the men jumped in fear.

"You three will turn in your credentials from today onwards until I can further evaluate your actions! Do you realize that because you decided to drop the case at the first sign of convenience, that this innocent man is being held accountable for the actions of his family?" He questioned dangerously, making sure to eye each and every one of them in seriousness.

He didn't stop there. "You have the nerve to justify to me that it was illegal to press on? ON WHO'S ORDER WERE YOU ALLOWED TO MAKE THAT DECISION" his voice echoed loudly across the deathly silent office but he didn't care. He was borderline hysterical at this point but he was still in disbelief at what was now happening due to the careless actions of his own team.

Ominous silence hung heavily in the room but that was enough of an answer to Joon.

The feed crackled and Joon pushed aside his anger to focus on the video once more.

He found it difficult to tear his gaze away from the screen, taking silent note that there was someone who was skilled enough to hack into their systems -something he would also have to look into now.

"It's been well past the deadline and we've grown quite impatient. It's really such a shame that things have to end this way..." a voice called out carelessly, making it obvious that they clearly weren't that upset.

Everyone scrambled to identify where the feed was coming from but with the modification of the person's voice and the automatic rerouting of IP feed, it was almost impossible to track the location of the abductors.

Namjoon could only make out the figure of a man, probably close to his age judging by the build, who was strapped painfully into a chair and slouched over -the heir who was supposed to be safe in the comfort of his home.

Cuts adorned his tattered body and it pained Joon to have to see someone suffer for the actions of his blood ties and their corrupt politics.

The man, whose name for the moment Joon couldn't recall, had a hood draped over his head so it was difficult to identify him but Joon's heart grew heavier at the words of the anonymous abductor.

"...don't worry yourselves too badly, after all we're only sending you this video as a message. Think of it as a favor of some sort because after all, we can't have bad men out there, it just wouldn't be safe for us, you know?"

Namjoon froze. He remembered who had said those exact words to him only months earlier and his entire body shook in shock at the audacity Hankyul had to identify himself in a way that left Namjoon without actual proof of catching the son of a bitch.

He had never felt more useless than he did at that moment.

Oh how wrong he was.

He watched as the masked man approached the heir while playfully twirling the knife in his hand and he knew that more so than a message, that the scumbag was actually thrumming in glee at the control he had over everyone at that second.

The masked man, who only Joon knew the identity of, was now standing in front of the victim and the department could only watch as only a second later without hesitation, the knife slide across the throat of the victim who jerked at the action but soon slackened when blood pooled over him, choking on his own liquid life.

The image was etched into Joon's memory and he felt overwhelmed at the knowledge that he could have prevented all of this...

The video feed cut off right after that and so did a little bit of Joon's soul.

He heard his phone ring from his office but he stood still, unable to bring himself to move.

It continued to ring however so he stiffly strode towards it so he could shut it off, that is until he saw who's name was on the phone.

Without hesitation he answered it. He needed to keep her away from the psychopathic murderer she called her boyfriend. "Kyungmin listen to me, I don't care if you're angry at me just go to my place and-"

"J-joon" he heard her sobbing hysterically and his heart skipped a beat.

"Min-ah, w-what's going on..." Joon stuttered, heart racing in fear but he was emotionally unstable from the events that had transpired in the course of the hour and he couldn't help himself from being vulnerable.

"P-please d-don't t-t-throw everything away...I- this, it's n-not worth r-ruining your l-life over...I-I'm ju-just so-so sorry" She rambled almost incoherently and Joon clenched his phone tighter.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand...just tell me where you are and I'll come get you" Joon's voice cracked at the desperation in her voice and his breathing grew erratic.

"P-promise m-me!" She screamed and he heard her choke on her tears but he shook his head even though she couldn't see it.

"Min! What's going on??" He asked again but the line went dead.

He didn't realize that his own tears were streaming down his face but then his phone rang again and he quickly answered. "MIN! What-"

"Kim" a voice called out in a singsong manner and Joon's blood ran cold.

"Shin Hankyul you motherfucker I swear to god I will kill you if you touch a hai-"

"Tsk tsk...you and your sister...no manners at all...I tried to teach her better but she didn't want to listen..." Hankyul cut Joon off and he stilled.

"...really, it was all because of you that she started getting doubtful Namjoon-ah...and then she found that Jung kid's body...if she just didn't decide to grow a fucking brain she'd still be here now Namjoon, so really you have yourself to blame"

The line went dead again but it didn't matter. The phone slid out of Joon's hand and shattered on the floor.

Namjoon sunk to his knees and clenched his chest. His sister's words made sense now but he couldn't see, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't think.

She was gone.

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The murder of a young female, alongside with the disappearance of the Chief Superintendent General of the National Police Agency, went nationwide in the news for months.

His badge and gun was the only link of his existence and that was sitting on his desk. Even after a thorough investigation, including a search in his home, there was not a single trace of his whereabouts.

He had simply disappeared.

It was believed that the stress of his failure from his last case was the cause of his cowardly retreat and although it had stunned many people, the community had eventually moved on.

All but one man with a burning wrath for vengeance.

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A lone man sat in his lush reclining chair, earphones burrowed comfortably in his ears as his facial mask cooled his recently treated skin.

He sighed in bliss at the pressure his masseuse applied on the soles of his feet and his eyes shut closed in the epitome of comfort.

Unbeknownst to him, another man lurked in the shadows, waiting patiently for the moment he would make an appearance.

It mattered not when he had spent months planning this entire thing to the minute detail.

He could wait a moment more.

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A reasonable amount of time passed before Namjoon stepped out of the darkness and he calmly gestured the woman who had been in the middle of her massage, to leave the room.

When she saw the knives strapped across his body, she was smart enough to leave without any questions for she had no reason to throw her life away unnecessarily.

Namjoon approached and grabbed the first stool he saw, dragging right in front of the man he had been hunting and the man didn't stir as he was too immersed in his music.

Joon sat down silently and clutched at two rather jagged knife on each of his hands and then promptly stabbed both of the man's thighs without flinching.

The man screamed but Joon clamped one hand over the man's mouth, muffling his cry and when his eyes snapped open, Joon took great pleasure in the unadulterated fear and pain that flashed across them.

It urged him to continue.

"Try to relax Hankyul-ah, the blade goes in so much easier if you do" He shushed him and pushed the knife in deeper, eliciting a pained scream from the squealing man.

Joon raised one brow. "After your phone call that day I decided to study human physiology quite intensively. You could say I was quite motivated to learn new things" he withdrew another knife and twirled it with polished finesse -a sign of many hours of practice.

"For example..." he began and then slid the knife slowly into Shin's stomach, to which he immediately pulled away from, making Namjoon sigh.

He pulled out two more knives and then stabbed Shin's hands to the arm rest of the chair so that he couldn't move and by then the tears were flowing freely from the gang leaders eyes.

"As I was saying..." Joon cleared his throat. "Did you know that it's possible to stab a person 9 times without killing them if you know exactly where to target?"

Another knife dug into his flesh and Shin wailed but it fell onto deaf ears. "P-please! S-s-top!"

Joon paused and looked him straight in the eye. "But I'm only on number 6 though?" He answered back innocently while drawing out another knife and it glistened dangerously in the dim lighting.

He dragged it lightly across Hankyul's cheeks, then neck and then teasingly trailed down to his chest.

"I'm just returning the favor Shin, you were right after all, we can't have bad men out there, it just wouldn't be safe, would it?" Joon taunted and then he pulled the earphones out of Hankyul's ears, placing them in his own instead.

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Namjoon studied his work clinically with a slight tilt of his head.

Hankyul sat there, bloodied and abused making Joon nod, impressed by his new discovery.

"Hm. I guess 9 wasn't really the limit like I've read. I have to say, you've exceeded my expectations Hankyul-ah. 11 is quite an achievement for someone like you"

The man didn't have the energy to scream out anymore, and it had been that way roughly around the 7th knife he used, Namjoon noted.

Joon had enough though. He was satisfied with what he achieved and promptly took out his gun, holding it at right between Shin's eyes, making him hiccup pathetically.

Joon stilled, shooting him a pitied look and after a moment of debate he put the gun away with a sigh "I'm not going to shoot you, shh" he said comfortingly.

Hankyul sobbed weakly. "T-t-thank you..." he uttered hoarsely and Joon smiled.

"You're welcome"

He pulled out his last knife and slid it emotionlessly across Hankyul's throat, watching the light disappear from the man's eyes as blood gushed out, with some splattering on Joon's cheek.

After a couple of minutes Namjoon stood up, canvassing the bloody mess around the room and himself too.

He looked up in slight remorse. "I was never good at keeping promises Kyungmin..."

And then he walked away without looking back.

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"Tch..." Namjoon scowled as he snapped out of his thoughts that had once again trailed off to the memories of his past life, the one he hadn't lived for many years now.

He smirked, albeit tiredly, when he recalled just what had gotten him locked down here in the first place.

He hadn't found peace even after taking his time with the scumbag who he made sure suffered through every moment before his death.

After his own demise and shortly embodying the Sin of Wrath, Joon had learned that even in death, the soul continued to exist, whether it be in punishment or rebirth.

He had been livid when he discovered that although Shin's soul was being punished, the scum still existed and so he had to make sure that he wouldn't continue to do so.

Thus Joon had broken one of the sacred rules he was given by venturing down to Inferno and permanently voiding a life.

He was already being eternally punished for his actions so Joon reasoned that this wouldn't be crossing the line too much.

If he had known that he was going to be placed in Chrysalis he would have at least made sure he wasn't so obvious and careless with how did all of it though.

But he had no regrets so once again he slowly shut his eyes and breathed in deeply.

Once again, his hands glowed a deep gold.

He'd be out soon enough anyways

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Hey loves! ♥️ Happy New Year!

So I know this chapter was quite dark, but for those of you who have reached this note, I thank you as always.

I understand that this is confusing and quite frankly it doesn't make sense how the Sins and their past align even though they should be hundred of years apart.

So to clarify, the age of every member is the order that the Sins came to be:

Jin as the first to become a Sin and Kook as the last to become one.

However that doesn't mean that their pasts were in the order of how old each of them are.

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hobi's Past were more in the modern times whereas Jin, Tae and Jimin were not (Tae being somewhere in between)

We all know where Kook's past lies now as well.

So the order that the Sins came to be and the order of their past are not correlated, nor is the present in the story, the present we are in today.

The reason why I chose to do that was because I wanted to develop the characters in a different manner and explore different timelines.

Sorry bout the confusion though and I hope that clears things up a little bit!

Keep an eye out for the next Special Chapter with our Sunshine 😉