A mafia BTS ff.
"I have finally found the missing piece of my memory puzzle."
Jungkook found himself in another unknown place, covered with thick canopies. His hands were restrained behind him, his feet burned, and his knees buckled, but he continue...
"Where my pain is, let me breathe please. My everything, my blood and tears, got no fears and I am singing, oh. I'm taking over, you should know that. Can't hold me down cause you know I'm a fighter. Willingly locked in the dark abyss. Find me and I'm gonna bleed with you. Bring it, bring the pain on! Get it, bring the pain on! ~"
- On (BTS)
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Everyone's eyes widened in shock. Suddenly, their expressions turned serious. All eyes shifted to Namjoon, who was usually the one to make decisions in such critical moments. He took a few seconds to collect his thoughts before replying, "We need some time to think it over."
"Fine. My men will escort you to your rooms. Be comfortable and get some rest," Jungkook said with a nod, leaving the room with high expectations.
The next day, early in the morning, Jungkook entered the training area, which occupied the entire third floor of his headquarters. Every week, he personally checked on his men to ensure they were training well. Sometimes, he worked out himself, believing that regular training would keep him fit and flexible despite having done more than enough over the past six months.
The first room was for the trainees, usually boys under 20, preparing to join the armed forces of the Dark Nebula in the future. The room was filled with the sounds of determined grunts, the thud of feet against the ground, and the rhythmic clatter of training equipment.
As Jungkook entered, everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed deeply. He nodded in acknowledgment, and they immediately resumed their training with renewed vigor. He walked along the rows of trainees, observing their techniques and form. Some were practicing hand-to-hand combat, others were engaged in weight training, and a few were focused on honing their marksmanship skills.
One boy, in particular, caught his attention. The young trainee was aiming at a target but missed the mark every time. His frustration was evident in the furrow of his brow and the tension in his posture. Jungkook approached him quietly.
"Relax your shoulders," Jungkook said, his voice calm but authoritative. He placed a firm hand on the boy's back, pulling up his elbow and straightening his spine. "Focus on your breathing. Aim with intention, not force."
The boy nodded, adjusting his stance according to Jungkook's instructions. He took a deep breath, steadied his aim, and fired. This time, the shot hit much closer to the center of the target. A small smile of satisfaction crept onto his face.
"Better," Jungkook said with a slight smile. "Remember, control and precision over power. Keep practicing."
As Jungkook moved on, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and responsibility. These trainees were the future of the Dark Nebula, and it was his duty to ensure they were well-prepared for the challenges ahead.
