In Seoul, South Korea, the rude and occasionally brash billionaires, BTS, encounter a remarkable young boy named Jungkook, who ends up becoming their bodyguard. Unbeknownst to them, Jungkook possesses unique gifts and abilities that set him apart fr...
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With a deep sigh, Jungkook used his body weight to push the door open to his small home. The sound of leaves rustling and birds chirping outside immediately disappeared, replaced by an eerie silence. As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the room.
The walls were still riddled with bullet holes and the furniture was overturned, as if a violent storm had wreaked havoc in the house. Hoseok, who was following him closely, let out a sharp gasp as he took in the sight, his mouth agape with shock.
"What the hell happened here?" Hoseok muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. The gravity of the situation was palpable. Jungkook didn't respond to his friend's question as he tried to gather his thoughts. His heart was racing, and his mind was flooded with intense emotions. He knew that his mother was somewhere around; he could feel it.
Without wasting any more time, he called out to his mom in a voice that was trembling with desperation. "Eomma?!" His voice echoed in the empty house, making him feel more deserted and alone. He waited with bated breath, listening intently for a response, but all he heard was the sound of his own breathing, which sounded unnaturally loud in the eerie silence.
The anticipation was palpable as the boys stood still, their ears straining to catch any sound or movement. After a few moments, they heard a faint shuffling from inside the house causing Jungkook to take a step forwards. Inside, he found his mother standing in the kitchen looking disheveled and exhausted.
Dark, heavy bags were visible under her eyes, contrasting sharply against her pale skin. As she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse, almost as if she hadn't uttered a word in days. "Jungkook," she addressed him, "what are you doing here?"
Jin's response echoed through the stillness of the house, the sound of his voice breaking the silence that had been permeating the air. As Jungkook's mother nodded, her gaze shifted downwards, noticing the injury on her son's hand.
Her eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a frustrated sigh. "Jungkook! What did you get yourself into now?" With practiced ease, she strode over to a nearby cabinet and deftly retrieved a first aid kit.
Gesturing for the boys to follow her, she led them into the living room. Her authoritative presence filled the room as she took a seat on the couch and motioned for Jungkook to sit beside her. "Sit down so I can clean your wound," she ordered, her tone brooking no disobedience.
Jungkook dutifully obeyed, settling himself onto the sofa as his mother deftly opened the first aid kit and began to administer ointment to his wounded hand making Jungkook wince.
Hoseok's facial expression contorts as he tries to suppress the urge to vomit at the sight of Jungkook's severely burned and bleeding hand. The sight of the raw, exposed flesh and charred skin is enough to turn his stomach. "That's disgusting." He can't bear to look at the injury any longer, so he averts his gaze, looking away from the gruesome scene before him.
