My Poor Dog (Jimin x Jungkook)

My Poor Dog

We woke up early in the morning. I rolled off my couch and went outside for my morning spring water beverage, since we don't have any coffee makers or fancy gizmos like people these days do. I may only be 26 years old, but I don't believe I belong in that generation. It's the same for my boyfriend, he doesn't really enjoy these modern inventions, just the antiques.
We always had a couple chairs and a giant block of wood we used as a table set up in our front yard, since we enjoyed being in the fresh air so much. I sat down on one of the chairs and started sipping on my spring water beverage as my boyfriend joined me.
"Beautiful day today. Right, Jungkook?" I asked.
"As beautiful as every other day," he replied cheerfully. We continued our morning in silence, continuing to sip on our drinks, listening to the sweet sounds of nature.
"Did you hear that squirrel? It sounds like good meat," Jungkook said.
"A squirrel? That can't be a squirrel, I sounds more like a little bear!" I almost shouted. We sat on the edge of our chairs, staring into the part of the woods we could hear the sounds coming from. It got closer and closer and we slowly started to stand up with every little movement that the creature made. I was ready to run back into our cabin to get a gun, but I was so mesmerized; I've never heard anything like it.
Low and behold, a greasy, dirty, raggy old dog emerged from the bushes. At first we weren't afraid, but as we started to notice its bright red eyes and foamy mouth, we knew there was going to be a problem.
"THE GOD DAMN DOG HAS RABIES, JIMIN!" Jungkook screamed at the top of his lungs. We scrambled back into the cabin, locking the door. We stared out the window, waiting for the rabid dog to go away. One minute, two minutes, five minutes pass and the dog is still barking and ripping our things apart.
"This is it, I'm grabbing the shovel," Jungkook angrily uttered. I reached out to stop him in order to preserve the life of the rabid dog, but only the thought of how dangerous the animal was made me retract in acceptance.
Jungkook slammed the door open with the shovel in his hand and ran toward the rabid dog who was ready to bite the life out of him.
"EAT THIS SHOVEL YOU DIRTY FIEND," Jungkook screamed the trembling fear out of his body. He started hitting the dog with the shovel, but the dog was so insane it showed no verbal or physical sign of injury. Jungkook threw the shovel down in frustration and the dog was so angry that it jumped onto him and started biting his arm.
"NO KOOKIE," I screamed. I ran toward my bitten lover in tears. Unfortunately, my sudden movements alarmed the rabid dog and I was bit as well. Now there are two gay Koreans writhing in pain on the dirt as a rabid dog screamed in laughter.
"I won't... end... like this..." Jungkook moaned. The adrenaline building up in his body gave him the ability to jump to his feet and run back inside for whatever reason. I, however, was still lying on the ground, closing unconsciousness as the dog circled around my body.
"I WILL NOT LET THIS DOG WIN," Jungkook yelled in a raspy and weak voice. Despite his bitten arm, he gave himself the courage to lift up a whole flame thrower that, now that I remember, he always kept under his pillow. In one swift movement, he lit the dog on fire. You could hear the dog's voice box melt in the fire while Jungkook's laughter radiated for miles. I was on the ground, feeling the heat of the flame thrower on my body, not enough to injure me. Jungkook's lingering desire to kill that dog completely took over his body.
Once he determined the dog was done for good, he finally stopped the trail of fire blasting from the tool. He dropped it to the ground, along with his own body. I contorted my body to a different position so I could look at him, heaving in exhaustion.
"...Why didn't you get the gun instead of the flame thrower? At least you're more skilled with the gun! You could've burned me to death, I can't believe you'd do something like this!" I whined to him.
"But, Ji... I saved your life. I saved our lives! You should be thankful that I killed that stupid dog. I can't believe you, not appreciating what I just did for you," Jungkook replied with a sour face.
"You could've at least killed the dog in a more humane way! I don't even want to see you anymore. Take your spring water beverages and flame thrower and kill more dogs on your own, why don't you?"
"Okay, but just you wait until I join a boyband and become every teenage girl's favorite Korean singer. Bye, loser." Jungkook stormed off with his fresh water beverages and even stole our last ripe apple.
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Two months pass and I lost my house, my guns, my headache medication, and I joined a biker gang. I heard a few girls talking about their favorite singer, Jungkook, as we drove by them. He seemed to have joined a Korean boyband named "BTS". Sometimes the other members of the gang could hear me silently sobbing and touching the scar from the dog bite. They said I was lucky that I wasn't effected and that it was very rare. They didn't know about how Jungkook would handle the effects of the dog bite in the future, however. I can't wait to hear people talk about how Jungkook from the Korean boyband "BTS" was diagnosed with rabies and will be off singing for five years.