Hate or Love

This isn't the end

BTS's sleek, black car screeched to a halt, tires smoking. The members leapt out, faces etched with panic.

"what happened?!" Jimin yelled, eyes fixed on the inferno ahead.

The car that had been traveling ahead of them, carrying BLACKPINK, was now a blazing wreck. Flames engulfed the vehicle, consuming everything in their path.

"Oh God...no, no, no..." Suga's voice cracked, stumbling backward.

RM's face contorted in rage. "How could this happen?!"

J-Hope's eyes welled up with tears. "Our friends...our sisters...Gone?"

V's voice trembled. "This can't be real."

Jin stumbled, falling to his knees. "Rosé...Lisa...Jisoo..." He choked on their names.

The explosion's shockwave still echoed through the air. BTS stood frozen, paralyzed by grief and horror.

"we have to get out of here!" Jungkook shouted, grabbing his members, pulling them away from the wreckage.

As they stumbled back, the reality sunk in:

Their childhood friends.
Their confidantes.
Their loves.

Gone.

BTS stumbled back to their car, shell-shocked. Jungkook's hands trembled as he reached for the door handle.

Just then, RM's phone buzzed. Joy's menacing laugh echoed through the speaker.

"Ahahahaha... How was the fireworks display, boys?" Joy's voice dripped with malice.

"You're sick, Joy!" Jimin spat.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Suga snarled.

"How could you do this to them?" V demanded.

Joy's laughter grew louder. "I'm just getting started. And you all get to watch."

Jin's voice cracked. "You'll pay for this, Joy."

"Oh, I'm shaking in fear," Joy mocked. "By the way, Jennie and Baekhyun are having a lovely conversation...about who should use the first aid kit first."

RM's anger boiled over. "You're twisted, Joy. Using their love against them."

"Love is a weakness," Joy sneered. "And you all are weak."

J-Hope's voice trembled. "We'll never forgive you."

"Forgiveness is for the weak," Joy taunted. "Now, don't keep me waiting. Arrive early, boys. I have a special welcome prepared."

The line went dead.

RM's eyes locked onto his members. "We have to go."

Jungkook's jaw clenched. "We'll get Jennie and Baekhyun back. Alive."

The black car peeled out, racing toward the unknown.

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Baekhyun and Jennie sat tied to chairs, their wrists bound by rough rope. One hand each was freed earlier, allowing them to tend to their wounds.

The first aid box lay open on the floor, its contents scattered.

"Use it, Jennie," Baekhyun urged, his voice low and urgent. "Your hands are bleeding."

"No, Baekhyun oppa, you're more injured," Jennie protested, tears streaming down her face. "You need it more."

"I'm fine," Baekhyun insisted. "Just scratches. You're the one who needs it."