His Butterfly (Taekook)
Episode 1
And I'm your nephew, Uncle
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 all 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 finishing 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 a lot of pain until.
He hissed and the tattoo artist abruptly paused.
Tattoo artist
My apologies, Sire. It is overdone, it needs time to heal before I start drawing the fillings.
The Tattoo artist told him.
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I want it done before the night.
He ordered with his gritted teeth.
Tattoo artist
Sire, your skin is bleeding.
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Tsk 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 him and interrupted them with a bow.
The young man with a bleeding back, yelled at him even when the latter didn't even say a word.
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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.
17 Years old Jungkook
Yes, Han, let's keep roaming around in your maze of words until I, Jeon Jungkook, grow gray hair and still you wouldn't make a fucking sense.
Han Ji-Sung
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...
Han Ji-Sung
That they are saying that...that you are way too young to rule the empire...
Han Ji-Sung
And they don't want to work under a.....
Han couldn't complete his words as he kept his gaze low.
17 Years old Jungkook
Under a What?!
Jungkook yelled at him, causing him to gulp the words out.
Han Ji-Sung
Under a...... seventeen years old boy.
He mumbled out abruptly and Jungkook 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.
17 Years old Jungkook
Han, send him in.
Jungkook ordered in a calm voice and Han abruptly rushed away only to come back quick, bringing an older man with him.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
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.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Congratulations on the throne, my boy. You were a toddler when I saw you the last time.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Let's throw a ball dance tonight.
His uncle suggested happily.
17 Years old Jungkook
You know I don't dance, Uncle.
Jungkook told him while returning a smile.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Come on, I'll get you a woman beautiful enough to grip her on the ball dance.
17 Years old Jungkook
No beauty in this world can make Jeon Jungkook dance.
17 Years old Jungkook
Well, let's go inside for a drink, Uncle Kang-Dae.
Jungkook told the older man with a creepy smile, resting his hands on his uncle's back, guiding the man inside but, then paused.
17 Years old Jungkook
Oh...
Jungkook made a face as if he remembered something.
17 Years old Jungkook
What time is it, Uncle?
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
It's 1.30, why?
His Uncle asked casually.
17 Years old Jungkook
It's time to feed my fishes.
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 it's handgrip, dangling tender silver chains. 'Jeon Jungkook' printed with silver under the dragon handgrip.
17 Years old Jungkook
Would you mind if I make you wait until I feed them?
Jungkook politely asked while his Uncle smiled
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Sure.
The older man replied and Jungkook looked at Han who pushed a red buzzer attached by the huge swimming pool.
One wall under that swimming pool had strong gray bars like an underground 'cage' in the water and as Han pushed the red buzzer, those bars began to lift.
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 gray tiger sharks with dark gray patterns on them, engulfing the whole swimming pool which actually was a Shark Tank.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Wow.
Jungkook's uncle started while looking at those hungry predators wheeling around in the water harshly, impatiently waiting for their food 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 food 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.
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
Jungkook!!
Jeon Kang-Dae (Jungkook's uncle)
I'm your U-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 blooded water.
17 Years old Jungkook
And I'm your nephew, Uncle.
Jungkook said as he turned his back on the scene to comfortably lay down on the glassed table again over his stomach.
Listening to the older man's painful screams with the harsh splashes of water until it all turned down.
17 Years old Jungkook
Clean the mess or else my babies will get sick.
Jungkook ordered Han who bowed with the order.
17 Years old Jungkook
And if any body part of his is left to be found, bury him with respect, he was my uncle after all.
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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Episode 2
I was made for you, My Sire.
Hey, there, My name is Taehyung, as beautiful as it sounds, I am the 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' tattoo, covering my back.
A beautiful black and clear diamond choker around my neck with my blonde hair parted from the side. My reddish-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 animal looking face-masks on. A romantic chaos also known as 'the ball'.
They began to make way for me and bow as I walked past 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 stared back at me with a dark gaze, seated on that black leather couch 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 in front of him.
Nobody could sit in the same or higher place than him.
I picked a pink rose from nearby 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 crystal chains all around my toes to my anklets, was too close to that other kneels 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 with his black painted nails, holding his drink with another as he talked to that kneeled down man.
I softly picked the rose I have tucked on his ear and leaned down to bite his earlobe. Still didn't get 'His' attention.
I sunk my teeth deeper with a whimper into his skin and he raised the glass of his drink to my red tinted lips.
I sipped onto his drink, but the taste was not appealing to me so, I spit it out onto 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 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 turn into a puppy eyes 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 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 sat 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 in the hall to abruptly stop their dance and kneeled-down before him except for me. Even that slow melodic music stopped.
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 his naked hand revealing his tattoos from his rolled up sleeve, wrap 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.
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 before me.
I just rolled my eyes but gave my hand to him anyway 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 inhaled his cologne from his neck.
Jeon Taehyung
I love you, My Sire.
I told him. Someone had to say it. I just wished he could understand what we had for each other was something but nothing at all.
Jeon Taehyung
I was made for you, and you were sent for me by 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 one couple dancing in the hall, since nobody else could dare to stand or dance along with us.
Well, this was a moment from my future.
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Episode 3
Let's rewind this story a lil.
For now, I am a five year 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 the same as my 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 in front 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 bicycles, I love my bicycle, I named her Sam but again the point is, I love barbie too. My dad just wants me to play outside with filthy un-showered boys under the hot sun, pick their 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-year-old boy, all my fault was that I wanted to play with those girls with their toys.
Kim Dae-Shim
Taehyung, how can you do that?
My dad scolded me in front of the principal and my beautiful baby eyes began filling up with tears.
Kim Dae-Shim
Taehyung, give her doll back.
My dad emphasized while the principal had a face of pity on her face for both of us.
Baby Taehyung
But I just wanted to play with them.
Kim Dae-Shim
Taehyung, boys don't play with dolls along with girls, you have so many of your own toys. Give her doll back.
Kim Dae-Shim
I will get you a new toy car, buddy. Come on give the doll back to your sister.
My dad crouched down to me with a polite request.
Kim Dae-Shim
Look 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 back to the girl, at least, it made her ugly cry to be tuned down.
Kim Dae-Shim
Now be a good boy and apologize.
My dad told me and I bowed a apology. I was actually a good boy, never a spoiled brat.
Principal
Officer Kim, 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.
Principal
Officer Kim, it's the fifth time this week. Many parents are concerned about Taehyung.
Kim Dae-Shim
Why would anyone have to be concerned about my son? You are talking as if he has some disease.
Kim Dae-Shim
He is kid, kids have weird obsessions, when I was his age I myself was obsessed with my neighbours underwater because it was floral.
Kim Dae-Shim
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.
Principal
Officer Kim, I know your wife passed away when Taehyung was an infant and maybe that's why he thinks he is different from other boys in school but I think he needs help.
Principal
I have never seen 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 the class are smelly.
Principal
His liking for girls thing isn't a good sign, I have seen kids fallen into bipolar personality disorder, maybe you need to pause you job for some time and give him attention instead.
She stated and my dad sighed.
Kim Dae-Shim
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 pink? Fuck you, whoever you are, 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.
Kim Dae-Shim
This is it, Taehyung. 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.
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.
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