A bad boy with a miserable reputation.
A good girl with a haunting past.
Yet they are more similar than they think.
So, what happens when a bad boy and a broken girl come colliding?
↳ disclaimer: i wrote this around the age of 12-13 , so it's a li...
We all looked at each other, our faces weary. For all we know, they could be sneaking up on us now.
Namjoon showed three fingers. Seokjin and I nodded, understanding the gesture.
"One," he whispered.
"...two,"
"three."
We all pushed up from our knees and left our cover. I expected gunshots. I expected for them to surround us and maybe even actually shoot us to our deaths. But that isn't exactly what happened.
Instead,
Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, and Jung Hoseok stood there—all the men that had been shooting at us were on the ground, dead or unconscious—most likely dead.
"Thought you needed backup!" Yoongi yelled breathlessly. Seokjin, Namjoon and I all shook our heads, a grin growing onto our faces.
"Thanks, man." Namjoon spoke as he and the other three did the special hug with all three of them.
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"It's what family is for, right Y/N?" Taehyung smiles as he turns to my direction. I nod.
I was still quite pissed off that they didn't want to in the first place, but we're all back together and that's what matters. I hated that we were all broken up and in completely separate rooms with separate thoughts. I guess I knew we'd have a better chance if we all worked together.
My speech worked.
"As much as I want to continue this, celebration, Jungkook and Jimin aren't here—our sole mission was to rescue Jimin in the first place, and we need our golden maknae. Let's get this first, then we can celebrate after." Hoseok says.
We all nodded, our survival modes turning on again. "There's a basement here, like where Y/N was placed the first time. That's probably where Jimin and Jungkook are at." Namjoon said.
"This is our last battle—as soon as we walk out of here with both of them, we're done." Namjoon adds as we all nod.
"Ammo count?" I ask.
Everyone responded with two or three barrels—Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi having more since they had used less ammo.
"Is everyone ready?" Yoongi asked.
"I've never been more ready to wipe out the people that had killed my parents." I said.
Namjoon kicked the basement door down since it was his specialty to break things. Just saying the truth.
