° Don't Worry きけんな°

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Streets were deserted, not a single sight of a living healthy human being anywhere. You could here the faint sound of wind flowing through what's left of the tall skyscrapers.

The government had gone absolutely ballistic. They began treating people like slaves, some as dummies for scientific research and some simply just to do strenuous work that was harmful not only physically, but mentally. Jobs were a thing of the past and money had become worthless.

People did one of three things; hide, run, or both. Hoseok and Seokjin decided to stay here along with five other boys. In the past, they used to be a very successful boy band with millions of fans globally and their company holding tours internationally. As the years went by, they gained endless amounts of awards through hard work, passion, and their fans' love for the seven boys.

Ever since the government went crazy, the economic crisis took place, and various other things that happened, they could no longer perform. The band stopped producing tracks and no longer had ways of communicating with their fans. Everything was taken away from them in less than a month and all that's left are the memories they managed to engrave in their minds.

"Hyung, take the other bag and go inside. Let everyone know we're here and get the whole lot ready for nightfall. I am going to look the area to make sure there's nothing suspicious,"

Hoseok told his hyung as he turned on his heels and walked in the opposite direction, around the metro station.

Hoseok began scanning his eyes from every tree to every debris, examining the premises for any thieves or hidden police. The black-haired boy was not in any way at risk of death but in any case he had a small pistol stuck in the back of his jeans, hidden by his loose shirt.

Taking out his small silver iPhone, he plugged in a set of white earbuds and placing them comfortably in his ears. The smart device detected the earphones and lit up to be unlocked. Hoseok opened his music application and tapping on a particular song that aided him to relax.

Concentrating on the beat of the song, he began to move his limbs to the sound of the different instruments, combined to build a beautiful melody that satisfies ones ear. He slowly forgot all the problems he's had and all the problems he knows he has to face. He was day dreaming. Coincidentally the song, which he wrote and produced himself, was called 'Daydream'. 

Dancing calmed him and helped him clear his mind. Music reminded him of the days he won awards and performed live in television in front of millions of fans globally. The emotion that these performances gave to BTS, only few had the privilege to feel and he was over the moon that he had the chance to know what it felt like.

After finishing the chorus to one of his songs, he concentrated on looking at the area around the station. To see if there were any intruders, poisoned people making them so crazy they have practically no brain, and if here were any people who were in need of help.

Jumping over tree trunk that fell over, he spotted something black. An artificial coloured black piece of material lying underneath a pile of leaves. It almost looked like someone's back at first but then he saw that it was flat. He walked over to the pile of leaves, brushing them off. He picked up the mysterious object and realized that it was a hoodie. The piece of clothing was inside out and had a few leaves still stuck to it. He turned the hoodie the right side out and saw text printed on it. The hoodie said something. Something that he would've never expected to see ever again.

The hoodie had "BTS" printed on it.