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Jungkook
I bounce my feet impatiently as I wait for Jimin outside the old service station in the middle of nowhere. The rickety television on the counter mentioned Jimin's disappearance. But there's nothing about me. Not that I was expecting anything; my parents wouldn't care if I turned up dead. I turn my attention to the group of boys eyeing the car. Even though its covered in a fine layer of dust, the car still reeks with money and prestiege; fit for celebritites or world renowned scientists. Not a bunch of teenage boys.
"You ready to go?"Jimin says, walking up to me, slightly out of breath. He follows my gaze to the group who are approaching us. One of them smiles as he steps forward, the others circling us. "That's a nice car you have there" the boy says, flipping a knife between his fingers. I feel Jimin tense behind me as another van drives into the service station.
"Junghwa, you bastard!" an angry blond man shouts, jumping out of the van. Some of the boys grab Jimin, snatching the car keys out of his hands. I launch myself at them only to be pushed back by Junghwa. I take a handful of his shirt, pulling him to the ground and punching him. He brings his knee up to hit me in my stomach. I groan as he slams my head into the ground. I can hear Jimin scream and the sounds of other people as the world goes black.
***
"Will he wake up?" Jimin asks, his voice faint and muffled. There's a roaring sound behind my ears as I try to move. My body feels like its made from lead. "He will eventually. He took a hard beating..." a voice answers, a stranger. I can feel someone take my hand. "Everything's gonna be fine, Kookie" Jimin whispers as I slip away into sleep.
When I can finally wake, late afternoon sun spills into the room through the tattered windows. I can hear the sounds of children playing outside and the smell of makeshift barbecue smoke. Trying to sit up, I realise Jimin is a sleep next to me, his head lying on my chest. Gently I push him off and sit up properly. "Where are we?" I ask as Jimin presses a hand to my forehead, checking my temperature. "Those guys who turned up took the car....but me and Jisung managed to get our bags safely. They're part of a rival gang that own this building. I know, its crazy" he says. I scoff and look around the room.
The cream walls have been tinged an off putting yellow with age. The bed is rickety and there's a fine layer of dust on almost every untouched surface. I climb out of bed, wincing slightly as pain shoots up my side. Looking in the mirror, I can see a large bruise covers the bottom left of my ribs. I quickly cover it by putting a shirt on when there's a knock on the door. Jimin opens it to reveal a tall and muscular looking man.
"I see you've woken up. I'm Jisung, I lead the others" he says, holding out his hand. I shake it and glance out the window. It shows a courtyard with various cars and vans, including the one they turned up to the service station in. "So, what's with that other gang? Is there some kind of war going on here?" I ask, walking to stand next to Jimin, my arm snaking around his waist.
Jisung looks grimly and nods, crossing his arms over his chest. "You could say that. Its been on for as long as I remember; they seem to think they're better than us.....which is exactly why you are going to help us get payback" he says, a malicious glint in his eyes.
a/n i'm trying to update regularly. also i have some new fanfics in the works which i'm really excited for!!
