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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
——— | Savior | ———
As Jungkook emerged from the depths of sleep, his senses were immediately assaulted by the harsh reality surrounding him.
Gasping for air, he was met with a taste of acrid dust and the stale scent of debris that filled his nostrils. His lungs burned with a desperate need for oxygen, the heaviness of the air making each breath a struggle.
Blinking rapidly against the dim light filtering through the crevices, Jungkook's groggy mind slowly grasped the extent of his predicament. The weight of the rubble bore down upon him, pressing against his body like an insurmountable force. The sensation of being trapped, buried beneath layers of earth and debris, sent a wave of panic rushing through him.
The sheer agony coursing through his limbs intensified as he attempted to move, only to be met with a flood of pain that seemed to radiate from every inch of his broken form. The sharp pang in his arm served as a brutal reminder of the force that had trapped him beneath the unforgiving rubble. Numbness had settled in his extremities, a cruel consequence of his entrapment.
Coughs wracked his body violently, jostling his broken bones and sending tremors of pain reverberating through his being.
Jungkook tightly closed his eyes as he attempted to gain control over his ragged breathing. He willed himself to think of anything other than the pain, to distract his mind, but the confinement only amplified his fears. Tears welled up in his eyes, mingling with the dust and dirt that adorned his face, as the true reality of the situation settled in like a heavy shroud.
A distant voice, filled with desperation, cried out his name, its echoes reaching him in disjointed fragments. Summoning whatever strength remained within him, Jungkook held his breath, hoping to hear that familiar voice once more. A desperate yearning filled every fiber of his being as he strained to respond, to let whoever it was, know that he was still alive.
"Please, God," the voice pleaded, a tremor of anguish in its tone, "Anyone be alive?!" The words shattered the darkness like lightning, resonating deeply within Jungkook's battered soul. Grasping onto a glimmer of hope, he gritted his teeth, determination igniting within him like an ember catching fire.
Summoning his final reserves of strength, Jungkook pushed against the weight of the rubble, his muscles straining and aching, protesting the effort, but he persisted. He forced the debris to shift, his mind focused solely on the goal of freeing himself and emerging into the night sky.
And then, as if the universe itself conspired in his favor, a sliver of moonlight broke through the tiny gap that he had managed to create. It cascaded over his sweat-soaked face. With renewed vigor, Jungkook exerted himself even more, unleashing a burst of energy, until at last, he emerged into the cold embrace of the night air.
The wind caressed his dirt-streaked face, offering a welcome reprieve as he lay on top of the debris, his body trembling with exhaustion, as he sought to catch his breath.
