Blood, Sweat and Tears- A BTS Apocalypse Story

Chapter 5: Anyone but him.

Jimin looked up from where he was sitting, breathing heavily on the ground.

"Get up slowly and we won't shoot you. You attack, your friends die." A gruff voice said as a man walked forward, gun pointed straight at Jimin. The man towered over a sitting Jimin, but even when Jimin stood up, he was still a beefy head taller than the ginger. Jimin raised his hands up, they were still, no tremors as he spoke calmly.

"We don't mean any harm." He kept a weary eye on each one of his friends, not blinking as he noticed the shiny objects pressed into each one of their precious necks as they were held hostage. His eyes then trailed to the gun that was now pressed firmly into his skull. He gulped.

"Don't hurt them." He almost pleaded. The man in front of him laughed. Jimin looked up from the gun to his blue eyes, frowning heavily feeling the gun move with the movement of his skin.

"Thats funny coming from a man with a gun to his head." The nose of the gun pressed harder into the gingers forehead, emphasising his point more. The man was still smiling wickedly. Pearly whites on display, although they were not straight but rather crooked. Other than that, Jimin would hate to say that the mans face was perfect in symmetry, and well, kind of just perfect in general. Jimin cursed in his head. Nope, falling in love with our captor is not an option, Jimin thought. Jimin shook his head. No, he just thought he was attractive.

"I don't think I can let this slide though, one of your guys got ahold of one of my guys. Let's just say, his nose ain't exactly straight anymore." The man carried on, gesturing behind him to a guy who held a tissue that was soaked in blood to his crooked nose. Jimin sighed, he could already tell who it might of been. He looked to see Jungkook looking anywhere but his eyes.

"My friend, he was probably just doing it out of self defence. We wouldn't want to intentionally harm anyone." Jimin said, giving raven the eyes. He nodded quickly in agreement, but stopped once he felt the knife scrape his throat with the movement.

Jimin paused. Teeth gritting together.

"Okay, I'm bored. Lets get to the beating!" A clap was sounded and Jimin looked up from the ground, to see men going over to Taehyung. What? The main guy walked away from Jimin, but just as Jimin was about to move forward, two guys came up behind him and held his arms.

"Wait, what are you doing!?!?!" Jimin shouted, thrashing about in the vice like grip he was locked in.

"Hey! He didn't do anything! It was me, you bastard!" Jungkook shook with anger as the men walked up to Taehyung who looked back at his friend with pleading eyes.

"Shut your cake hole. You don't think I don't want to beat you up so I can shut you up? Boss wants us to beat up the pretty little doll here instead, as he feels this is more of a punishment and a great one at that! Watching you watch your precious little boyfriend here get smacked the fuck up! Priceless!" The man spoke, spit flying everywhere. He only had about three teeth and long knotted hair that smelt and looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks. Jungkook grimaced and winced as he felt dirty nails tug his hair, his scalp burning. His eyes went from Taehyung to the three men inching their way forward, menacingly, fingers moving in a playful motion as their wicked smiles grew wider. Taehyung tried to back away but it was no uses as he was only met by a stone hard chest, long arms snaking teasingly around his neck. He took in a sharp breath.

"Don't hurt him, don't you dare hurt a hair on his head or I- I swear-" Jungkook was cut of as his hair was pulled, causing his head to snap backwards forcefully, he winced, his eyes closing for just a second.

"Where do you want me to start on this pretty little body of yours?" Taehyung shook his head, eyes brimming with more tears. He had read the mans lips.

Jungkook's eyes opened. "Shut the fuck up."

"He's deaf, but it doesn't mean you get to talk to him like that." A voice said sharply, all eyes went to a girl who appeared from the shadows. She wore a long white dress with matching trainers. Her hair was a pretty golden colour that cascaded all the way down her back. The boys knew who she was. It was Taehyungs sister, Nari.

"N-nari?" Taehyung spoke, unsteadily, but filled with hope. He couldn't believe it. She had said she was in England. He watched her go with teary eyes, he remembered the day perfectly. It was one of the hardest things he's had to go through, after losing his dog.

The rest of the group watched on with confusion. On the other hand they were happy to see a familiar face.

"Nari! Don't." Barked the mans voice. The one who had held a gun to Jimin's head. She jumped back slightly but gained her balance and her new found confidence. Wanting to protect her little brother. Her tanned arms crossed over her chest.

"Let him go, Baram. He's my brother." Her voice broke towards the end. A smile showing behind pink lips as her eyes glistened over as she looked at her baby brother. The man sighed, rubbing a hand over his buzz cut. After a silence he raised his hand and put it into a fist, then opening it. The pressure on all the boys loosened, they were released.