Jungkook pov

Huddled behind the sofa, my heart hammers in my chest, bullets sing a deadly lullaby around me. Amidst the chaos, Joon hyung's voice slices through the fear, calling out for appa with urgency and concern. It's a wakeup call. Despite the danger, there’s comfort knowing Joon hyung's got appa's back.

Then, the moment tightens like a noose. An intruder, armed to the teeth, advances with a confidence . I aim and fire, desperation clear in the pull of the trigger. But he’s a ghost, dodging with an almost supernatural grace. He’s inches away, the end seemingly inevitable, when suddenly, salvation comes in the form of cold steel—a knife, precise and deadly, finds its mark in his neck. He collapses, a gurgling sigh his final testament.

I whirl around, and there’s Jin hyung, eyes sharp, the thrower of the saving grace. Our gazes lock, and in that brief exchange, volumes are spoken. No words needed, just a mutual understanding that runs deep. We're more than just a team; we're family, bound by something unbreakable. In that nod, a silent promise is made—to protect, to fight, and to survive, together.

Suddenly, amidst the eerie quiet that had fallen over us, a scream pierces the air. It's distant, yet chillingly familiar. Instinctively, my head snaps towards the source, muscles tensed and ready for what's next. There, in the dim light, I see Y/N noona and her brother, embroiled in their own dance of death with the intruders.

Y/N noona, with a grace that belies the violence of her actions, raises her gun and fires. The bullet finds its mark with deadly precision, dropping one of the attackers instantly. Her brother, in a seamless motion that mirrors years of practice, draws a blade and slices through the air, his target collapsing without a sound. The power sibling vibes they give off are undeniable, a testament to their bond .

For a moment, I'm struck by the scene before me. There's a brutal beauty in their actions, a fierce elegance that speaks of countless battles fought.

Sunghoon POV

Racing through the corridors, my senses on high alert, I knew time was of the essence. My mission: locate Yoongi and Jimin, two key members of the family I've been working for as a detective, before the situation escalated further. The atmosphere was thick with tension, each step a reminder of the imminent danger lurking in the shadows.

There, amidst the moonlit shadows, stood Jimin, a figure of calm in the eye of the storm. His hands wielded a gun with an elegance that belied its deadly purpose, dispatching intruders with a precision that was almost artistic. The night air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood, a stark reminder of the stakes at play.

As I approached, hiding my worry beneath a mask of professionalism, Jimin's voice cut through the tension, his words laced with an unexpected flirtation. "Looking for me, babyboy?" he asked, a playful smirk on his lips even as his eyes remained locked on his targets.

I felt a flush of embarrassment heat my cheeks, quickly masking it with a determined expression. "Yeah, we need to move, now," I replied, my voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us. Jimin remained focused on the field, his movements fluid as he dispatched intruders with deadly accuracy.

Before I could insist on our departure, a sudden explosion shattered the fragile calm. A bomb, hurled from the darkness, landed with a deafening roar near the pool, sending shockwaves rippling through the air. I was thrown back by the force, disoriented but determined to regroup.

Struggling to regain my bearings, my first thought was of Jimin and Yoongi. "Jimin!" I called out, my voice barely audible over the chaos, my heart pounding with worry.

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