𝓗𝓔𝓡𝓘𝓓𝓐 | 𝗞𝗩 ✔ 🍁

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"What do we do?" Taehyung's breath trembles, fear creeping into his voice. His mind races, searching for a solution amidst the chaos that surrounds them.

"He's trying to break the spell. Come on, hide," Jimin urges, his tone urgent as he hastily pushes aside the rug, revealing a concealed basement within the cabin. Opening the entrance, he assists Taehyung inside.

Taehyung's heart pounds against his ribcage as he descends into the darkness of the hidden chamber. The air feels heavy with anticipation, and every creak of the stairs echoes loudly in his ears.

"Stay in there, okay?" Jimin's voice is firm, yet Taehyung senses the underlying concern beneath his words.

"What about you? Jimin, if you're going out there, I want to fight- That's why I'm here," Taehyung's voice wavers, his hands trembling with fear and determination.

Jimin's gaze softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of resolve and protectiveness. "Taehyung, you're my responsibility... I've been in this game for years... I can handle this. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to you. So please, trust me, okay?" His words are a solemn vow, a promise to shield Taehyung from harm.

With a heavy heart, Taehyung nods, his trust in Jimin unwavering despite the fear gnawing at his insides.

"Be safe," Taehyung whispers, his voice barely audible as Jimin closes the entrance, leaving him alone in the darkness.

Alone in the basement, Taehyung's thoughts swirl like a tempestuous storm. Fear, uncertainty, and a fierce determination to protect his loved ones wage war within him, each emotion vying for dominance.

Meanwhile, Jimin steps outside the cabin, his senses alert to the danger that lurks in the shadows. The night air is thick with tension, a palpable sense of foreboding hanging heavy in the atmosphere.

Upon hearing a voice, Jimin's muscles tense, his instincts sharpening as he prepares for confrontation. The sight of two men in black and a hooded young boy chanting sends a shiver down his spine.

"He must be the witch," Jimin thinks to himself, his mind racing with strategies and counterattacks. With a silent prayer, he braces himself for the battle that lies ahead.

As one of the men turns to face him, aiming his gun with deadly precision, Jimin's heart rate quickens, adrenaline coursing through his veins. This is it—the moment of truth.

"Hand over the boy, and we'll leave!" the man demands, his voice laced with menace.

With a steely resolve, Jimin chuckles darkly, his eyes blazing with determination. "The boy? The boy is- MINE!!!" His declaration echoes through the night, a rallying cry in the face of adversity.

Swift as a shadow, Jimin retrieves a knife from the garter on his thigh, hidden until now. With a flick of his wrist, he sends it hurtling towards his assailant, a lethal strike that finds its mark with deadly accuracy.

The man staggers, blood gushing from the wound, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. In that moment, Jimin is a force of nature, a whirlwind of fury and vengeance unleashed upon his enemies.

But the battle is far from over. As the other man opens fire, Jimin's protection spell deflects the bullets with ease, his movements fluid and graceful as he evades each deadly shot.