Jungkook Focus
Another bomb. Jungkook can hear it in the distance. A faint, but spine-tingling sound. Everytime a bomb drops the same words go through his head,
at least it isn't me.
His life is torture, and in about ten minutes it might get worse. In ten minutes, it's the voting. The monthly ritual where ten people, regardless of gender, age or race, get voted by the public to fight.
It's unfair. Of course, every month the guys at Jungkook's university would vote for him - the disliked, bullied loser who everyone hated for no reason. But every month, by luck, perhaps, he wasn't chosen. It all pretty much depends on how popular and liked you are.
Five minutes
Why does time go so quickly when you don't want it to?
Two minutes
Jungkook is staring at the TV with unblinking eyes. There's a man talking about some news of a bomb dropping somewhere in Daegu.
One minute
His heart is beating faster, if that's even possible.
"The 2456th Voting is now beginning," a middle-aged well built man with a thin black mustache announces, "The Voting is a monthly ritual in which ten persons are chosen to make South Korea proud. This is not something to be afraid of, it is something to achieve, to take part in, to win!"
Every month Jungkook hears the same introduction, the same man saying it in the same tone of voice.
"I will now announce the ten lucky fighters."
Jungkook snarls at the word 'lucky', and fidgets with his hoodie strings.
"Number One, with 569 votes : Park Jimin,"
One down, nine to go.
"Number Two, with 1088 votes : Park Chanyeol,"
This is going well.
"Number Three, with 1554 votes : Nam Chinsun,"
This is going really well.
"Number Four, with 2109 votes : Kim Taehyung,"
He thanks every God of every faith.
"Number Five, with 2177 votes : Park Chaeyoung,"
Five to go.
"Number Six, with 3774 votes : Kwon Jiyong,"
He starts to think that he won't be chosen after all.
"Number Seven, with 3793 votes : Jeon Jungkook,"
Jeon.
Jung.
Kook.
Those three syllables yell repeatedly in his head. He can't interpret those three syllables, instead they sound like the name of an acquaintance, a name he has only thought of a couple of times.
It's you, Jungkook, you,
he thinks, but he refuses to understand. He doesn't hear the other three names.
"Congratulations! If you have been chosen, we will be escorting you to the training camp in thirty minutes. Please be presentable,"
And with that, the TV immediately needed resumed its news program, leaving Jungkook staring at it, his chestnut brown eyes are dark pools of fear.
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Kill Him // VKOOK FF
FanfictionA war. One that has been going on for two centuries. Fighting, killing, crying - all the common war stuff. But what would happen if two lovers - Taehyung and Jungkook - were forced to kill each other? //completed//
