As the festivities reached their peak, a sudden burst of flames erupted from the center of the village square, sending shockwaves of panic through the crowd.
"Fire! There has been fire!"
"Run!"
The fire, ignited by a person directed under Jungkook's command, spread with terrifying speed, engulfing everything in its path. Within moments, the once joyous atmosphere transformed into a scene of chaos and despair.
Shops and houses became infernos, their wooden structures fueling the hungry flames as they leaped from building to building. The air filled with the acrid scent of smoke, choking the screams of those caught in the blaze. Panic gripped the crowd as people fled in every direction, their cries for help blending with the crackle of burning timber.
In the midst of the chaos, brave souls attempted to douse the flames with buckets of water, but their efforts were futile against the raging storm of fire. Embers danced on the wind, igniting new fires with each gust, turning the once lively village into a hellish landscape of destruction.
The cries of anguish echoed around you as people fought desperately to escape the inferno.
"Help us, please!" pleaded a mother, her arms outstretched towards a group of bystanders, tears streaming down her face.
"There's no time! We have to keep moving!" shouted a man, his voice hoarse with desperation as he urged his companions forward. And as the flames raged on, consuming everything in their path, the resilience of the human spirit shone bright amidst the ashes of destruction.
your voice quivered with desperation, pleading for Jimin's attention, tears cascading down your cheeks as you shook him, hoping to break through his struggle.
"Jimin! Please respond to me," you cried out, your heart wrenching with every sob that escaped your lips.
"Hold her," Jungkook's commanding voice pierced through the chaos, his focus fixed on the task at hand rather than your tears for Jimin.
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At his mercy || BTS PJM Ft JJK
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