đ The Cage
The gang dragged Y/N through the forest, their hands rough, their voices cruel. Her wrists burned from the rope, her legs stumbled over roots and rocks. Every time she faltered, they shoved her forward, laughter echoing in the dark.
Her chest heaved, her throat tight. She wanted to scream, to fight, but the guns pressed against her temple silenced her. Her brother's cries echoed in her mind, his small voice begging them not to take her.
I'm sorry, she thought, tears burning her eyes. I couldn't protect you. I couldn't protect anyone.
They shoved her into a clearing, a crude camp littered with crates and stolen supplies. A fire burned in the center, its smoke curling into the night. The men circled her, their eyes sharp, their sneers cruel.
"She's ours now," the leader said, his voice harsh. "Pretty little thing. Worth more than food."
Her chest tightened, terror clawing at her ribs. She backed away, her hands trembling, her breath ragged.
đš Harassment
The men laughed, circling closer. One reached out, grabbing her chin roughly. "Scared, huh? Don't worry. We'll take care of you."
She jerked away, her voice breaking. "Don't touch me!"
They laughed louder, their voices cruel. Another shoved her to the ground, her knees scraping against the dirt. She scrambled back, her heart pounding, her breath shallow.
Her mind screamed for escape, for fight, for survival. But her body trembled, frozen by fear.
Is this how it ends? she thought, tears blurring her vision. Not by infected, but by men?
đŻïž Survival Instincts
Her instincts screamed. She scanned the camp, searching for anything â a weapon, a gap, a chance. A broken bottle glinted near the fire. A heavy branch lay against a crate.
She forced herself to breathe, to think. If I can grab one⊠if I can fight⊠maybe I can run.
But the men were too close, their guns too sharp, their laughter too loud.
Her chest tightened, her throat burning. Please⊠someone⊠anyoneâŠ
đ Hope
In the midst of terror, her mind clung to one thought: BTS. Taehyung's promise. Namjoon's voice. Her brother's tears.
And Jungkook.
She remembered his eyes, burning with fury, his voice sharp and fierce: "Then we die together. But I will never let them take you."
Her chest tightened. He'll come. He has to. He won't let them keep me.
đ„ The Arrival
The men laughed louder, their voices echoing. One grabbed her arm, yanking her to her feet. "You belong to us now."
Her breath caught, her heart pounding. She wanted to scream, to fight, but terror froze her.
Then â a sound.
A crack.
The men froze, their laughter dying. From the shadows, a figure emerged, his rod glinting in the firelight. His eyes burned, his chest heaved, his presence sharp and fierce.
Jungkook.
Her breath caught, tears burning her eyes.
He stepped forward, his voice low but blazing with rage. "Let her go."
The men sneered, raising their guns. "Or what?"
Jungkook's grip tightened on his rod, his eyes sharp. "Or I kill every single one of you."
đ„ The First Strike
The gang's laughter died the moment Jungkook stepped into the firelight. His rod gleamed, his eyes burned with fury.
"Let. Her. Go." His voice was low, sharp, and deadly.
The leader sneered, raising his gun. "You think you can take us all, boy?"
Jungkook's jaw clenched. "I don't think. I know."
Before the man could respond, a shadow moved behind him. Namjoon's voice cut through the night: "Now!"
From the trees, BTS and TXT surged forward. Yoongi's knife flashed, Taehyung's mic stand swung, Jimin's broom handle cracked against skulls. TXT fought with raw desperation, Yeonjun's bat smashing, Soobin's pole striking, Beomgyu and Hueningkai shielding Y/N's brother.
The camp erupted into chaos.
âïž The Battle for Y/N
Y/N screamed as one of the men yanked her back, pressing a gun to her temple. "Stay back or she dies!"
Her chest heaved, her throat tight. She thrashed, but his grip was iron.
Jungkook's eyes locked on her, his chest burning. "Let her go!" he roared, charging forward.
The man sneered, pressing the gun harder. "One more step andâ"
A crack echoed. Yoongi's knife flew through the air, slicing the man's arm. He screamed, the gun clattering to the ground. Y/N shoved free, stumbling back.
Jungkook was there in an instant, his rod smashing into the man's skull. Blood sprayed, the body collapsing.
He grabbed Y/N, pulling her behind him. His voice was sharp, trembling with rage. "Stay with me. Don't let go."
Her tears fell, her chest heaving. "I thought⊠I thought I'd never see you again."
His jaw clenched, his eyes blazing. "I told you. I'll never let them take you."
đ The Gang Overwhelms
But the fight was far from over. The gang was larger, stronger, armed with guns. Bullets cracked through the night, splintering wood, sparking against metal.
Namjoon shouted orders, his voice steady despite the chaos. "Cover each other! Don't break formation!"
Taehyung fought like fire, his mic stand swinging with brutal force. Jimin shielded Hoseok, who trembled but struck when he could. Jin, pale but determined, swung his chair leg with desperate strength.
TXT fought with raw fury, protecting Y/N's brother at all costs. Yeonjun's bat cracked skulls, Soobin's pole struck hard, Beomgyu and Hueningkai screamed with rage.
But the gang pressed harder, their guns flashing, their numbers overwhelming.
đ„ Jungkook's Rage
One of the men lunged at Y/N again, grabbing her arm. She screamed, thrashing.
Jungkook roared, his rod smashing into the man's ribs. The crack echoed, the man collapsing. Jungkook's chest heaved, his eyes blazing with protective fury.
"You touch her again," he snarled, "and I'll kill every last one of you."
Y/N's tears fell, her heart aching. She had never seen him like this â not just fighting, but burning, every strike fueled by something deeper.
đ©ž The Turning Point
The battle raged, blood spraying, screams echoing. For every gang member that fell, another surged forward.
Namjoon's voice cut through the chaos. "Push them back! Together!"
BTS and TXT formed a line, their weapons striking in unison. Jungkook stood at the front, Y/N behind him, his rod smashing skulls with brutal precision.
Taehyung fought beside him, his voice raw. "We're not losing her again!"
Yoongi's knife flashed, Jimin's broom cracked, Jin's chair leg splintered. TXT screamed with fury, their weapons striking again and again.
Slowly, painfully, the gang faltered. Their numbers thinned, their confidence broke.
The leader snarled, blood dripping from his lip. "This isn't over!" He fired wildly, the bullet grazing Jungkook's arm.
Jungkook roared, charging forward. His rod smashed into the man's chest, sending him sprawling. He raised it again, ready to strikeâ
"Stop!" Y/N cried, grabbing his arm. Her voice trembled. "Don't. Please."
His chest heaved, his eyes blazing. But at her touch, his grip loosened. The rod lowered.
The leader scrambled back, his men dragging him away. "We'll be back!" he spat, before vanishing into the shadows.
đ Aftermath
Silence fell, broken only by ragged breaths. The camp was littered with bodies, blood soaking the dirt.
Y/N collapsed to her knees, her chest heaving, tears streaming. Her brother rushed to her, sobbing, clinging to her tightly.
Jungkook knelt beside her, his hand trembling as it brushed her hair back. His voice was low, raw. "You're safe now. I swear, you're safe."
She looked at him, her throat tight. "You came for me."
His eyes burned, his jaw clenched. "I'll always come for you."
Namjoon's voice was steady, though his face was pale. "We can't stay here. They'll regroup. We move. Now."
The group gathered, their bodies aching, their hearts heavy. But Y/N was with them again.
And as they stepped into the forest, Jungkook's hand never left hers.
đČ The Forest Path
The gang's camp was left behind, littered with blood and broken weapons. BTS and TXT moved quickly, knowing the men would regroup. The forest loomed ahead, dark and endless, its canopy swallowing the light.
Y/N stumbled as they walked, her legs weak, her body trembling. Every scrape of branches against her skin made her flinch, every shadow made her chest tighten. Her brother clung to her hand, his small voice whispering, "You're safe now⊠you're safeâŠ"
But she didn't feel safe. Not yet.
Jungkook walked beside her, his rod resting against his shoulder, his eyes scanning constantly. He didn't speak, but his presence was heavy, protective. Every time she stumbled, his hand shot out, steadying her. Every time she flinched, his gaze sharpened, burning with silent fury.
đ Y/N's Recovery
Her body ached, her wrists raw from the ropes, her knees scraped from the dirt. But it was her mind that hurt most. The gang's laughter echoed in her head, their hands grabbing, their voices cruel.
She whispered, barely audible, "I thought⊠I thought they'd kill me."
Jungkook's jaw clenched, his voice low but fierce. "I wouldn't have let them."
Her throat tightened. "But you almost did. They almost took me."
His eyes burned, his voice breaking. "I know. And I'll never forgive myself for it. But I swear⊠it won't happen again."
She looked at him, her chest aching. His words were sharp, but his eyes were softer â filled with guilt, with something deeper.
đ Quiet Care
That night, they camped beneath the trees, barricading themselves with branches and stones. The forest was alive with sounds â owls calling, leaves rustling, distant growls.
Y/N sat curled beside her brother, her arms wrapped around him. Her breath was shallow, her eyes wide.
Jungkook approached quietly, setting down a bottle of water and a packet of crackers. "Eat," he said simply.
She hesitated. "What about you?"
His jaw tightened. "I'll manage. You need it more."
Her chest tightened, tears stinging her eyes. She whispered, "Thank you."
He sat beside her, silent. His presence was steady, grounding. He didn't speak much, but every glance, every gesture, was care.
đ©ž The Group's Exhaustion
Around them, the others were breaking. Hoseok trembled as he tried to sleep, his hands shaking. Jin stared at the fire, guilt heavy in his eyes. Taehyung leaned against a tree, his face pale but determined.
TXT huddled together, their younger faces haunted. Soobin whispered, "We can't keep this up. We're all starving."
Namjoon's voice was steady, though his body sagged with exhaustion. "We'll find food. We'll find safety. Just one more night."
But everyone knew the truth: they were fraying. Hunger gnawed, exhaustion dragged them down, fear clung to every breath.
đČ The March Continues
The next morning, they pushed deeper into the forest. The canopy swallowed the light, the air damp and heavy. Every step was harder, every breath heavier.
Y/N stumbled often, her body weak. Jungkook was always there, his hand steadying her, his eyes sharp. He didn't speak, but his silence was louder than words.
Her brother clung to Hueningkai, his small voice whispering, "We'll make it⊠we'll make itâŠ"
Namjoon led, his voice steady. "Stay close. Stay quiet. The forest is safer, but it's not empty."
Yoongi muttered, his knife glinting. "Safer doesn't mean safe."
đ The Bond
That night, Y/N sat beside Jungkook near the fire. The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable.
She whispered, "Why do you keep watching me?"
His jaw tightened. "Because I almost lost you. And I won't let it happen again."
Her chest ached, her throat tight. "You don't have to carry that alone."
His eyes burned, his voice low. "I do. Because if anything happens to you⊠I won't survive it."
Her breath caught, her heart pounding. She looked at him, tears stinging her eyes. For the first time, she saw not just rage, not just guilt â but something deeper.
Hope.