Blood, Sweat and Tears- A BTS Apocalypse Story

Chapter 1: Boys will be boys

He looks like how he does in this picture, but his hair is more red than ginger.

Chapter 1: Boys Will Be Boys.

"I can't believe we're doing this. We are actually going to do this? Why are we doing this? We are so dead, I can't be-

"If you don't shut the fuck up, you're gonna be dead a lot fucking quicker than you think." Said the older but shorter male, who had pink sprouting out from underneath his black beanie. "It's just fucking spray painting a wall, get over it." He said as pale fingers pulled the black mask over his mouth to show he was finished talking, continuing to silently spray paint the wall in front of him.

"I won't 'Get over it' you- you U-unicorn." The nervous one stuttered out from where he was perched upon the green dumpster, kicking his legs anxiously while biting his nails, continuously moving his red fringe from view to see if anyone was coming. There was a chuckle from the side of him where another boy was sat with ginger hair.

"Wow, hobo. That's the best you got?" The red head looked at him in disgust pushing the smaller so he fell off.

"Stop sucking his dick, Jimin."

The ginger picked himself up from the floor then dusted himself off, pointing up at the boy who was uneasy about this whole situation.

"I'm not fucking g-" He was soon interrupted however, by the sound of footsteps followed by talking. The boys faces dropped instantly as the three boys all looked towards the end of the ally, then at each other. They new that voice, it couldn't be misheard after their countless stops at the police station. The one who was doing the spray paining was the first to react as he pushed the one who looked like he was about to cry into the dumpster, joining him after his deed. The ginger caught on and grabbed all the evidence, shoving it somewhere so it was out of sight before joining them all while trying to make as little noise as possible.

There was heavy breathing and footsteps that got louder and louder until they stopped right in the light peaking through the end of the alleyway. The three boys looked to each other, all sweating buckets at the loss of air and summer breeze they had bathed in moments ago. Also almost vomiting because of- well you know, they where in a dumpster. As the footsteps stopped, the red heads long features contorted giving his cheek a soft red tint, as if he just realised something.

"What. What is it?" The boy in the beanie questioned in a whisper as he had a ginger haired boy panting heavily over his shoulder, he pushed him a side quietly to get some space. He then proceeded to watch the red head hit himself in the face with his palm. Letting out his frustration in the only way he could think of at the moment. Pink haired boy frowned, bringing the boys long fingers away from attacking his own soft skin.

"I left my jacket, I left it by the end of the ally on accident." The ginger looked at him with a deadpan expression, "how did you manage that?"

"I threw it." He shrugged. "On accident, though." He finished.

"And what's the big deal here?" Pink boy asked.

"It has my name on it?"

"Fuck."

"Yeah." There was a silence. No more footsteps. That could mean two things. They were gone or they were right outside the dumpster. They prayed for it not to be the latter.

They gulped.

The lid opened.

"You guys. Are actually a bunch of idiots. You know that?"

"Namjoon. Oh it is so good to see your ugly face my friend!" The sweating red head jumped up like a jack in the box squishing his face in his big hands.

"Get off me, you stink. If it wasn't for me you guys would be in a lot shit, shitheads. I saw the police officer walking over here and created a distraction. But we have to go incase they come back." The same boy then leaped out and went down to his knees, thanking up above for not being the reason his friends lost all their allowance and their freedom. The other two shook their heads, patting the tallest blonde on the back.

"You did good man. This, this is why you are our leader. But please don't scare us like that again. My heart can't take it." The pink haired boy picked up the cans and chucked them in his backpack, the others doing to same. Well expect for the red head, who was still keeping look out.

"What are you? 98 years old?" Jimin said, letting out a breathy laugh while putting on his jacket. However, not before brushing his smaller hands through his locks. The others joined in chuckling.

"Might as well be, shorty." He smiled back, hanging his arm around his shoulder.

Jimin looked at the boy who leaned his weight against him. He gave him a side smirk but not before flicking his head.

"You're like the same hight." The pink haired boy put a finger to his just as pink lips, shushing him. Jimin shook his head, his smile widening as they walked of down the road.

The tall blonde spotted a white jacket laying on the floor, hills of dirt piled on the fabric making it look more of a sad grey than a blinding white. Knowing whose it was, he threw the jacket to the boy leaning on the wall, who was indeed waiting for him. It was the same jacket that would of ruined their trip out in the city. The other boy caught it, muttering a quick thank you and told himself off for almost forgetting it again. He was so forgetful sometimes.

Namjoon noticed the boy looking down at the ground, he took that moment to ruffle up his vibrant hair, pushing him forward playfully with a knowing smile. The kid felt better with the small gesture from the older. They were happy.

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They walked a few blocks up the street until they came to a black car. Outside, lent against the hood, were two boys. They were around the same height, the taller one had jet back hair and the other just brown. They were playing a game of rock paper scissors to keep them busy. The one with the bunny teeth jumped away from the other, startled, when a thud was heard as someone hit the car from behind.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Really?" Beanie boy, laughed as he approached the two startled teens.

"We were bored. Jin's been in there for like a whole fucking century." Raven head spoke up, lifting of the car.

Beanie boy looked at him with his eyebrows raised, head tilted with a upside down smirk. Obviously catching onto Raven over exaggerating on 'being there for a whole century'.

Namjoon's eyebrow furrowed at what the youngest stated, also not missing the profanity spurting from his more red than usual, lips.

"Jin's here? Also language, kookie." The boy rolled his eyes, looking to the side as he felt a presence on his shoulder. The brown haired boy had placed his fragile looking face on his hard shoulder, bangs covering large puppy eyes. The other smiled before looking back towards the group.

"Yeah, I know he doesn't normally like coming with us when we do shit. So we took him here, that's why we weren't with you guys. Sorry." He bowed, no reason really, it was just a habit.

"Stop saying sorry all the time, it's annoying." Jimin muttered as he opened the back seat, chucking his things in before entering as well. As soon as he sat down he put in his headphones.

Beanie boy followed his every move. Sometimes the ginger was happy one minuet and then disclosing himself from the group the next. It's called Bipolar disorder but the boy didn't like to label things. He thought nothing of it, as he had been around this boy for a long time and was able to handle his mood swings.

"How long will he be in there? Oh, speak of the devil. Were your ears burning?" Namjoon spoke, his voice getting louder when he spotted the blonde oldest male exit the shop with a handful of bags.

"I'm not speaking to you, get in the car. Let's go home." Is all the boy had spoken before handing of his bags to the tallest blonde male who took them with a huff. They all entered the car. Kookie was driving, Brown haired boy who didn't talk sat in the passenger seat. The others situated in the back. Like a happy family.