🌄 The Morning of Hope
The sixth day dawned gray and heavy, the sky thick with clouds. The group stirred slowly, their bodies aching, their stomachs hollow. They had survived five nights of terror, five days of endless walking and fighting. The forest was close now — just one more push.
Namjoon stood at the edge of the camp, his voice steady. "We move at first light. The forest is near. Once we're inside, we'll regroup, plan, and decide what comes next."
Relief flickered across weary faces. Taehyung offered Y/N a faint smile, his voice low. "One more day. We'll make it."
Her brother clung to her hand, his eyes wide but hopeful. "The forest will be safe, right?"
She swallowed hard, forcing a smile. "Safer than here."
Jungkook stood apart, his rod resting against his shoulder, his eyes scanning the horizon. He didn't speak, but his gaze lingered on Y/N often, sharp and conflicted.
🚶 The Road to the Forest
They moved cautiously, their footsteps heavy, their breaths shallow. The city thinned as they walked, buildings giving way to open roads and distant trees. The air felt different — less suffocating, more alive.
But silence was dangerous.
Yoongi's voice was low. "Stay alert. The infected aren't the only threat."
Namjoon nodded. "Survivors. Desperate ones. Armed ones."
The words hung heavy.
🔫 The Encounter
By midday, they reached a wide road leading toward the forest. Relief flickered — until figures appeared ahead.
A dozen men, ragged but armed, stepped into view. Guns glinted in their hands, their eyes sharp and cruel. They spread out, blocking the road, cornering the group.
"Drop your weapons," one of them barked, his voice harsh. "Now."
The group froze. BTS and TXT tightened their grips, their eyes wide. Y/N's chest tightened, her brother clinging to her side.
Namjoon stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "We don't want trouble. We're just passing through."
The man sneered. "Passing through? This is our territory. You pay to pass."
Yoongi's jaw clenched. "We don't have anything."
The man's eyes scanned the group — and stopped on Y/N. His lips curled into a cruel smile. "But you do. A girl."
Her chest tightened, her breath catching.
The man's voice was sharp. "Leave her. You can go. No injuries. No deaths. Just leave her."
The words cut like knives.
⚔️ The Threat
The group erupted in chaos.
"No!" Taehyung shouted, his voice breaking. "You're not taking her!"
Jimin's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "You can't… she's one of us."
Her brother clung to her, sobbing. "No! Don't take her!"
Jungkook's chest heaved, his grip tightening on his rod. His eyes burned with fury, conflict raging inside him. He had doubted her, called her a burden — but now, seeing her targeted, something inside him snapped.
Namjoon's voice was sharp, steady. "We don't leave anyone. Not her. Not anyone."
The gang raised their guns, their eyes cold. "Then you all die."
🌌 The Cliffhanger
The group stood frozen, weapons trembling, hearts pounding. BTS and TXT surrounded Y/N instinctively, forming a shield. Her brother clung to her, sobbing.
Jungkook stepped forward, his voice low but fierce. "You'll have to go through me."
The gang sneered, guns raised.
The forest loomed in the distance, so close, yet unreachable.
And in that moment, Y/N realized: the infected weren't the only monsters in this world.
⚔️ Negotiation Turns to Chaos
The gang's leader stepped forward, his gun gleaming in the pale light. His sneer was sharp, his eyes cruel. "Leave the girl. You walk free. That's the deal."
Namjoon's jaw tightened, his voice steady but firm. "We don't leave anyone. Not her. Not anyone."
The man laughed, a harsh sound. "Then you all die."
The gang raised their weapons. BTS and TXT tightened their grips, their hearts pounding. Y/N's chest heaved, her brother clinging to her side, sobbing.
Taehyung's voice broke. "You're not taking her!"
Jungkook stepped forward, his rod raised, his eyes burning with fury. "You'll have to go through me."
The leader sneered. "Gladly."
The fight erupted.
🔥 The Battle
Gunshots cracked through the air, deafening. BTS and TXT scattered, diving for cover, swinging weapons desperately. The gang surged forward, their numbers overwhelming.
Yoongi's knife flashed, precise and deadly. Taehyung slammed his mic stand into one attacker, fury blazing. Jimin fought desperately, his broom handle splintering under the force.
Jungkook was relentless. His rod smashed into skulls, his movements sharp, his rage burning. His eyes flicked constantly to Y/N, his chest tight with protective fury.
Y/N clutched her pipe, her breath ragged. She swung at one attacker, the crack echoing. But the guns were too much, the numbers too many.
Her brother screamed, clinging to Hueningkai. "Don't take her! Please!"
😨 Y/N's Terror and Guilt
Y/N's chest heaved, her heart pounding. She saw the chaos, the blood, the desperation. She saw Jungkook fighting like a storm, Taehyung screaming, Namjoon shouting orders.
And all of it… for her.
Her throat tightened, guilt clawing at her ribs. They're risking everything because of me.
Her eyes blurred with tears. She whispered, "Stop… stop fighting. I'll go. I'll go with them."
Her brother's voice broke. "No! Don't!"
But she stepped forward, her pipe trembling in her hands. "If I go, they'll leave you. You'll live."
Jungkook froze, his chest heaving. His eyes burned with fury. "No. You're not going anywhere."
She met his gaze, her voice breaking. "If I stay, you'll die."
His jaw clenched, his voice sharp, fierce. "Then we die together. But I will never let them take you."
💥 Protective Rage
The gang surged again, guns raised. Jungkook roared, his rod smashing into one attacker, his movements fueled by rage. He fought like a man possessed, his eyes blazing, his chest heaving.
"Stay behind me!" he shouted, his voice breaking.
Y/N's tears fell, her heart aching. She wanted to believe him, wanted to stay. But the gang was too strong, their guns too sharp, their numbers too many.
Namjoon shouted, "Hold the line! Don't let them break us!"
But slowly, painfully, the line broke.
🕳️ The Kidnapping
Two gang members surged forward, grabbing Y/N's arms. She screamed, thrashing, her pipe clattering to the ground.
"Let her go!" Jungkook roared, charging forward. He slammed his rod into one attacker, blood spraying. But another gun pressed against her temple, freezing him in place.
"Move again," the leader sneered, "and she dies."
Jungkook's chest heaved, his eyes burning with fury and helplessness. His rod trembled in his hands.
Y/N sobbed, her heart breaking. She looked at Jungkook, her voice trembling. "I'm sorry."
Her brother screamed, his voice raw. "No! Don't take her!"
The gang dragged her back, guns raised, their sneers sharp. BTS and TXT fought desperately, but the numbers overwhelmed them.
And then — she was gone.
The gang vanished into the shadows, Y/N's screams echoing.
Jungkook collapsed to his knees, his chest heaving, his eyes burning with rage and grief. His rod clattered to the ground.
Namjoon's voice was sharp, steady despite the devastation. "We'll get her back. We don't leave anyone. Not her. Not ever."
But the silence that followed was heavy, broken only by Jungkook's ragged breath and her brother's sobs.
💔 Jungkook's Breakdown
The silence after the gang vanished was unbearable. Y/N's screams still echoed in the air, fading into the distance. Her brother sobbed uncontrollably, clutching Hueningkai's arm, his voice breaking: "They took her… they took her…"
Jungkook stood frozen, his rod clattering to the ground. His chest heaved, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with rage and grief. He staggered forward, collapsing to his knees.
"I should've stopped them," he whispered, his voice raw. "I should've… I should've protected her."
Taehyung crouched beside him, his own face pale, his voice trembling. "You fought harder than anyone. It wasn't your fault."
But Jungkook shook his head violently, his hands gripping his hair. "It was. I promised… I swore I wouldn't let them take her. And now she's gone."
His voice cracked, his shoulders trembling. For the first time, the others saw him break — not the strong fighter, not the relentless survivor, but a boy drowning in guilt.
Jimin placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice soft. "We'll get her back. We'll find her."
Jungkook's eyes snapped up, blazing. "We will. I don't care what it takes. I'll tear them apart with my bare hands if I have to."
🧭 Namjoon's Leadership
Namjoon stepped forward, his voice steady despite the devastation. "Listen to me. We can't fall apart now. That's what they want. They think we'll give up, that we'll let them take her. But we won't."
The group turned to him, their faces pale, their eyes haunted.
Namjoon continued, his tone sharp, commanding. "We regroup. We plan. We track them. They're armed, dangerous, but they're human. That means they bleed. That means they can be beaten."
Yoongi's gaze was cold, calculating. "They'll expect us to chase. They'll be ready."
Namjoon nodded. "Then we'll be smarter. We'll move at night, silent. We'll use the forest. We'll strike when they least expect it."
Her brother's voice broke, trembling. "Please… please bring her back."
Namjoon crouched, his gaze steady. "We will. I promise."
🗡️ The Rescue Mission Plan
The group gathered in the shadow of the ruined road, their weapons clutched tightly, their breaths ragged. Namjoon laid out the plan:
Step 1: Track the gang's trail. They left footprints, broken branches, signs of movement.
Step 2: Move in silence. The infected hunt by sound — and so do men.
Step 3: Strike at night. Surprise is their only advantage.
Step 4: Protect Y/N at all costs.
Taehyung's jaw tightened. "She saved Jin. She proved herself. We owe her everything."
Jin's voice cracked, guilt heavy. "She saved me… and I couldn't save her. I'll fight. I'll fight until I can make it right."
Yoongi's eyes narrowed. "We'll need weapons. Guns, if we can find them. Otherwise, we'll be slaughtered."
Namjoon nodded. "We'll search as we move. Anything we can use, we take."
Jungkook rose to his feet, his eyes blazing, his voice sharp. "I don't care how many of them there are. I don't care if I die. I'm not leaving without her."
The group fell silent, the weight of his words heavy.
Namjoon's voice was calm but resolute. "Then it's decided. Tonight, we move. We find them. We bring her back."
🌌 The Promise
As night fell, the group huddled together, their hearts heavy but determined. Y/N's brother sat quietly, his eyes red from crying, his small hands clenched into fists.
Taehyung crouched beside him, his voice soft. "We'll bring her back. I promise."
The boy whispered, "She's all I have."
Taehyung's chest tightened. "And we won't let you lose her."
Across the camp, Jungkook sat alone, his rod resting beside him. His eyes burned with fury, his jaw clenched. He whispered into the darkness, his voice trembling but fierce.
"I'll find you. I'll bring you back. No matter what it takes."
The forest loomed ahead, dark and endless. The gang was out there, armed and cruel. Y/N was out there, terrified and alone.
And BTS, TXT, and her brother were ready to risk everything to save her.