Jongin was born in a wealthy family, his ancestors’ blue blood ran through his veins.
His father, an important business man was always too busy to take care of his little child, and his mother, a cold and materialistic woman, only cared about her status and her public relations with other powerful families. They didn’t love each other, and they only had a son to keep their estate and fortune safe.
They didn’t expect Jongin though. The child, since his younger age, showed weird behavior, and was diagnosticated with mental disorders. He was so bizarre and odd, even scary sometimes so he couldn’t be seen like this by other powerful families. His parents kept him locked inside his house, they said he was timid but smart, that they were teaching him everything he needed to know, and they were raising him with love and care. Bullshits.
Jongin was always by himself, he played in his big mansion by himself, or with his imaginary friends, like his maids and nannies used to say. He would go out to play, in the garden. He would curiously walk, and stare at insects and beautiful flowers that filled the wide garden. Colors and perfumes transformed it into a magical place, Jongin really loved it. But as his innocent mind was stained with insanity and darkness, also that beautiful garden was being stained with death. “I have a new friend!” would say Jongin smiling and opening his little hands to show a dead spider, or fly. He liked to kill them, he would kill insects, little mouses and the beautiful flowers. He called them his friends, but even if it looked like he needed someone to play with he would turn his head as soon as a new nanny would come. He didn’t like new people, especially those who he didn’t know.
His parents were disgusted, terrified and they wondered how was it possible they had a monster like that as their son.
Jongin grew up unaware of his parents’ true feelings. “Mummy, why dad doesn’t play with me?” he would ask while his mother tucked him in bed. “Oh, he’s really busy Jongin. But don’t worry, your mum is here with you.” she would reply forcing a smile. Jongin then would nod and smile at her. He trusted and loved her.
Around 8 years old, Jongin’s mental conditions got worse. He would still talk to himself or to the little animals he killed. But it always seemed like he didn’t feel any regrets or mercy for those creatures.
Once he catched a little white mouse. He tortured it all the afternoon, and his amazed smile sent chills down his mother’s spine.
She was sitting at the table in the living room, drinking some tea when Jongin arrived and he slowly laid down the little mouse’s corpse. It was cut to ribbons, covered in blood with its eyes black and dead. His mother screamed terrified, her chair fell back with a loud thud before a long silence. Jongin didn’t understand why his mum was acting like that. “Mum, why are you scared? He’s my friend.” he said with his acute voice. “Your friend? It’s just a dirty mouse that was so unlucky to end up in your hands!” she screamed at him, her chest rising and lowering rapidly. Jongin watched as his mother collapsed on the floor, massaging her chest while tears begin to fall from her eyes. “What did I do wrong?! Why do I have to raise a child like you?! Why?!” she screamed again, desperately. “Oh my goodness, Mrs Kim, please get up.” hurried a maid, trying to help her. Jongin confused, tried to get close to his mother, his shaky hand moved to her to dry her tears. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” the woman slapped his little hand, making the boy gasp and pull it back immediately. The maid helped Mrs Kim to get up and the crying woman stumbled on her feet trying to go upstairs. “YOU ARE A MONSTER KIM JONGIN. THE THOUGHT OF BEING YOUR MOTHER AND HAVE GIVEN BIRTH TO YOU DISGUST ME.” She started to scream. “CAN’T YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME?! YOU’RE KILLING ME. YOU’RE A MONSTER WHO’S KILLING HIS OWN MOTHER, JONGIN. I HATE YOU!” the woman cried while going upstairs. Jongin watched her form disappearing while her hysterical cries became more distant.
His surrounding became confused and he’s stared blankly at the mouse’s corpse on the table. “Am I a monster? So my mum doesn’t love me…she hates me.” his thin voice whispered. His rosy lips formed an odd grin. “Then..I hate her too.” he then grabbed the fork used by his mother and literally skewered the corpse with it. Blood splashed to his hand and face while he started to laugh. “I hope my mummy ends up like this too.” He lazily and slowly went in his bedroom, a weird smile appeared on his face when he passed by his mother’s bedroom where she was still crying.
That night Jongin had horrible nightmares, what his mother told him, those disgusted and terrified stares always on him. He has never realized what those things meant but now everything was clear. “You all have to die..” he murmured in his sleep. He then started to scream, those memories and images were too painful and hard to handle.He tossed and turned in his bed, cold sweat covering his forehead. Suddenly he felt calm and peaceful.
He opened his eyes, moonlight entering the room through the big window. Jongin saw a shadow behind his back. The child turned slightly scared and tried to focus better on the form standing near the window. He was a boy, in his 20s, he neared the bed so that Jongin could see him better. He had bronze skin and his red eyes sparkled in the dim light of his bedside lamp. His hair, clear blond like the color of the moon, covered his forehead. He was completely dressed in black, he was tall and slightly muscular. Jongin observed him carefully, he was a stranger but for the first time he wasn’t scared, he kinda felt comforted.
It felt like he wasn’t alone in the room but at the same time it felt like that boy was..Jongin himself. “Who are you?” the child asked, his voice kinda shaked. The blond looked at him and then smirked. “You called me, you should know it.” replied simply, his deep voice filled the room. Jongin kept staring at him, observing every little detail about him. “Kai.” he then whispered. Kai nodded and sat on his bed, moving closer to him. “Now, Jongin. What do you want me to do?” he asked. The child closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he then opened them slowly while a terrifying smirk appeared on his face. “Kill them. Kill them all except for my mum. Let her live, I want her to watch me grow and hate her just like she hated me for all these 8 years. And one day I’ll kill her with my hands.” Kai listened to the young boy’s almost inhuman voice and then started to laugh. Jongin unknowingly laughed with him, and everyone asleep in the house felt chills down their spines. Jongin’s little hand caressed Kai’s collarbone and then climbed up till his neck. The demon’s bronze skin released black smoke as if it was burning, but he didn’t seem too worried about it. When Jongin pull his hand back, on the older’s neck there were some black and crooked roots and under his ear appeared vertically the letters “KAI”. They both smiled at each other and then Kai’s red eyes sparkled in the darkness of the room.
