Jeon Jungkook

My story began when I was 10 years old. My family's house burned down, and my parents died. They accused me of burning the house down. I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. They told me it was a sanctuary, but I knew it was hell when I turned 26. Everyone around me suffered because of me. I suffered too, but seeing them annoyed by me made me enjoy annoying them. Except for Dr. Mina. She was beautiful, even though she was a few years older than me. I adored her. She never gave up, never lost hope, and never despaired of me. But after a year, I received news of her death. She had committed suicide. I fell into a deep depression that lasted three months. Amidst my grief, my door opened. It was the doorman. He entered, followed by a girl who was a spitting image of her, like a miniature Mina. The doorman said, "It's good we found you a doctor. Be obedient and don't hurt her." The doorman left. "Who are you?" I asked her in a low, cold, gloomy voice .