PROLOGUE

The continuous whistling sound irritated the man who was smoking while watching tv. It disturbed him. He couldn't hear the dialogues.

“Shut the fuck up, you kid of a pig!”

He roared.

But the whistling never stopped. He got furious and glared at the young boy sitting in the corner while playing with a new doll. He softly caressed its cheeks with his thumb. A small yet creepy smile formed onto his face. He did not care about the man’s glare at all.

“Beautiful…! You're the carbon copy of her…” he continued the whistle.

The man got up in frustration and went to him.

“Can't you hear or what?”

But he didn't stop and continued the work. That's it. The man lost it. He gritted his teeth and snatched the doll from his hand and threw it in another corner of the room.

The boy’s eyes travelled to the doll who was lying on the floor. His jaws tightened. His fist formed. He looked at the man with his stern gaze. The anger was visible on his nose.

“Who are you glaring at, bastard?!”

He slapped the boy so harshly that his head tilted to the other side but his eyes never left that of the man's. His cheeks must have stung but he cared less about it.

“How dare you touch my doll?”

He said while gritting his teeth so tightly that it hurt.

The man scoffed.

“Touch?! Watch me throw it away in the garbage!”

He turned around and walked to it. He then went down, on his knees to pick it up to throw her away. But before he could touch it again, he felt a strike on his head. The force was so hard that he immediately fell on the ground while holding his head and groaned in pain.

The boy stood across, towering him. His body was trembling in anger. He sat on his knees. But the man’s eyes widened as he noticed him grab the knife in his hand that was kept on the table beside.

“These filthy hands dared to snatch my doll from me, right?”

He said while holding the man’s hand in front of his eyes.

“This is the hand that wanted to throw my doll in the garbage. Yes?”

He just watched the boy, not being able to process his words. He behaved as if something possessed him.

“Now watch me separating them from your body. So that you never get to repeat it again…!”

The man gasped and shook his head in denial while wanting to take his hand away from him. But the boy’s grip was tight and he wasn't strong enough to fight back due to the pain he was going through.

Man : H-How can you do this to your own father, Jungkook??

He didn't say anything. Instead, he placed the knife exactly above his wrist and started cutting with the slowest pace as if that was the piece of chicken. The sinisterness plastered onto his face.

The man screamed in agony while he continued his work.

“No one gets to touch what's mine, not even my not so dear father!”

“Jungkook can tolerate anything but not this!”

He started to whistle again and continued the work.

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