TW: VIOLENCE, GUNS & KNIFES

code mistake - corpse, bring me the horizon

As the masked figures move in closer to your friends, their malicious grins sending shivers down everyone's spines, a sudden gunshot rings out through the air. A bullet soars through the sky, piercing into the head of the masked figure holding Sage hostage. You all watch as the figure crumples to the ground, the red mask slipping off to reveal a face twisted in pain.

"Never missed a shot," Hoseok's voice crackles through the earpiece, his presence unseen in the shadows.

Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, Yoongi leaps into action. With his lightning-fast reflexes and expert combat skills, he surprises two of the masked figures with swift strikes. His body moves with a fluidity that seems almost otherworldly, his movements precise and calculated. His knife flashes in the dim light with deadly intent.

His movements are so fluid and precise that they seem almost choreographed. The sharp steel slices through the air with a hiss as it cuts into the surprised figures before they can even react. The first figure goes down with a cry of surprise, clutching at the wound on his arm. The second figure turns towards Yoongi with a look of shock, but he is already on him.

His reflexes allow him to dodge his clumsy swing and deliver a devastating blow to the figure's midsection. Jungkook takes advantage of the chaos to take out another figure with a well-aimed shot. The sound of the gunshot echoes through the area, momentarily startling the remaining figures. Jungkook doesn't hesitate to aim once more, he fires off three more shots in rapid succession. 

Bang, bang, bang. Three figures fall to the ground, their bodies limp in the dark night. The echoes of the gunshots seem to linger in the air, a haunting reminder of the violence that has erupted in the night. But to Jungkook, it is just another step in the dance of death that he has become so familiar with.

Adrenaline courses through Jin's veins as he picks off his enemies one by one. He moves swiftly and silently, taking advantage of the chaos that surrounds him. The sound of gunfire still ringing in the night, but Jin's shots are precise and deadly. The chaos around him is like a symphony of destruction, with bullets flying in every direction and the sound of screams filling the air.

But Jin is focused on his target. He ducks behind a broken wall for cover, he hears the sound of footsteps approaching. Without hesitation, he peeks out and aims, his finger tightening on the trigger as he locks onto his next target. His shot is clean and efficient, the enemy slumping to the ground without a sound. Jin's heart pounds in his chest, the rush of battle fueling his every move.

You, Namjoon, and Jimin join in, your weapons blazing as you lay waste to the enemy forces. Each member of the team moves with precision and skill, their movements coordinated like a well-oiled machine. Namjoon slides into cover beside Jin, his eyes steely and focused as he provides cover fire for his teammates.

You and Jimin advance forward, taking out enemy after enemy with deadly accuracy. Your marksmanship is unmatched. Your shots never miss their mark, each bullet finding its target with deadly accuracy. You move with precision and grace, your movements fluid and controlled as you pick off enemies with ease.

Jimin moves like a ghost through the chaos, his movements silent and swift as he takes down enemies with brutal efficiency. His dark eyes are cold and calculating, his focus unwavering as he dispatches his foes with ease. Together, you are a force to be reckoned with, a deadly duo that strikes fear into the hearts of your enemies.

The team works together seamlessly, your bond forging through the battle. You move as one unit, covering each other's backs and communicating with silent efficiency. Your teamwork is a testament to your skill and trust in each other.

Natalie pulls up in a van, her heart pounding with adrenaline. Behind her, the sound of gunshots rings out, echoing through the empty streets. Noah hangs out the passenger side window, his eyes focused and determined as he shoots down the masked figures that are hot on their trail.

Taehyung bursts out of the back of the van, his eyes flashing with fierce determination. "Get in!" he shouts, waving his arms frantically.

You, Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Hoseok, Sage and Jin waste no time, bundling into the van as Taehyung slams the door shut behind them. Without a word, Natalie puts her foot on the gas pedal and speeds off into the night, leaving chaos and smoke in their wake.

who do you want - ex habit

The anger in Jungkook's eyes is searing, and Sage can feel the tension crackling between them like a live wire. Sage can feel the anger radiating off of Jungkook in waves. His eyes, usually warm and comforting are now darkened by fury. "You could have died, Sage," Jungkook growles, his voice low and dangerous.

Sage flinches at the harshness of his tone, but she knows he is right. She had acted impulsively, charging in without thinking of the consequences. "I didn't."

"You shouldn't have attacked by yourself. What if I lost you?" Jungkook's voice is filled with pain, a raw emotion that tears at Sage's insides. She can see the torment in his eyes, the anguish of almost losing her, and it makes her chest ache with guilt.

Jungkook stands before Sage, his chest heaving with anger. His fist clenches tightly as he slams it into the nearest wall, the force of his frustration reverberating through his room. Sage flinches at the sound, a primal instinct urging her to run from this dangerous man standing before her. But she can't leave him, not when he needs her the most.

Her heart aches as she watches him struggle with his emotions, the weight of his pain evident in the lines etched into his face. She knows he carries demons from his past, scars that run deep and haunt his every step. But she also knows that beneath the anger and the darkness, there is a man who craves love and acceptance.

As Jungkook turns to face her, his eyes burning with intensity, Sage feels a wave of fear wash over her. But she holds her ground, determined to be his anchor in the storm. And then, in a moment of raw vulnerability, Jungkook's lips crash down onto hers.

The kiss is desperate, a plea for reassurance and comfort. Sage's mind goes blank at the overwhelming flood of emotion that threatens to consume her. She closes her eyes and surrenders to the moment, letting herself be swept away by the raw passion that flows between them.

You step back as you watch the scene unfolding before you. You couldn't believe what he had just done - he had betrayed his best friend. Discarded you like you're nothing. You can feel your heart breaking as you watch your best friend, share a desperate kiss with Sage. The betrayal cuts deep, a sharp pain that pierces through your chest and leaves you feeling empty and alone.

Sage pushes him away, tears streaming down her face. "Don't do this. This isn't what you want, you're just scared. You love me but you're not in love with me. You want the safety, the comfort of being with me," she weeps, her voice breaking with emotion.

Jungkook's gaze flickers to someone behind them, you, his angel, standing there with a look of betrayal etched into your features. "Angel," Jungkook whispers, his voice sounding lost and desperate.

You need to get away from here, from the overwhelming flood of emotions that threaten to escape you. You feel a surge of anger and hurt rising inside you, threatening to boil over. Without thinking, you turn and run, desperate to get away from the overwhelming flood of emotions.

like a boy - ciara

You smack your fist into the punching bag, putting all your force into it. Crackling your knuckles, betrayal and hatred course through your veins like a hurricane raging inside you. The sweat glistens on your forehead as you unleash your fury on the innocent bag, the only outlet for your pent-up emotions. The pain of his deception fuels your punches, each blow striking a chord deep within your soul.

The adrenaline pumps through your veins, giving you the strength to keep going even when your muscles scream in protest. The sound of your knuckles connecting with the bag echoes in the empty gym. You have allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him, to trust him with your deepest fears and insecurities. He has shattered that trust with a betrayal that cuts you to the core.

Your walls were high and impenetrable, built brick by brick over years of heartbreak and disappointment. But when you were back with him, something inside you shifted. There was a magnetism between you, a connection that you couldn't ignore.

He has bulldozed your trust completely, leaving nothing but rubble in its wake. The pain of betrayal has stripped away the illusions of love and trust, revealing the harsh reality of human nature. But it has also ignited a fire within you, a burning determination to never allow yourself to be hurt in that way again.

"Your left hook could use some work," Taehyung teases, a playful smirk on his face.

You grit your teeth, and your muscles tense as you land blow after blow on the punching bag. Taehyung watches you with a mixture of concern and admiration. He knows that you're struggling with something, but he also knows that you're a strong woman who can handle whatever life throws at you. He stands back, giving you space to work through your emotions, but ready to step in if you need him.

As you continue to pound the bag, Taehyung sees the tension in your shoulders and the furrow in your brow. He can see the pain in your eyes, hidden behind a mask of anger. He knows that you're hurting, that Jungkook has wounded you deeply. But he also knows that you're not one to back down from a fight.

"You okay?" Taehyung questions, concern evident in his voice. "We could all hear them throughout the house."

Finally, you stop, your chest heaving, sweat dripping down your face. You lean your head against the punching bag, closing your eyes as you try to calm your racing heart. You speak as the exhaustion of your emotions takes over you. "Distract me."

"I'm not usually one to turn down a beautiful woman, but I respect you too much, Amor," Taehyung says softly, his voice gentle and soothing. "This isn't what you need right now."

"By all means, if you still need a distraction once you've slept on this, then use and abuse me as you please," Taehyung adds, his tone laced with flirtiness and cockiness as he traps you in his arms between him and the punching bag.

You can't help but giggle at his words, feeling a sense of relief wash over you as you lean back against the punching bag. "I was starting to think you're soft," you tease a hint of playfulness in your voice.

Taehyung chuckles, the sound low and deep as he leans in closer, his lips hovering near your ear. "Me, soft, never. Get me in the bedroom and I'll show you how hard I can be."

Despite the heaviness of your emotions weighing on you. His playful banter is exactly what you need at this moment. You appreciate his ability to lighten the mood, even in the midst of your struggles.

13th September, 2023

be alright - acoustic- dean lewis

Yoongi's bedroom is a true reflection of its owner - edgy yet sophisticated and classy. It is a room that exudes a sense of style and confidence, with every element carefully curated. The walls are painted white, providing a clean backdrop for the various elements that make up the room.

Modern art pieces are placed strategically across the walls. Each piece tells a story, reflecting Yoongi's unique taste and individuality. A black leather bed serves as the centrepiece of the room, with crisp black sheets and plush pillows creating a luxurious and inviting atmosphere. A black velvet chaise lounge sits in the corner, perfect for lounging.

On either side of the bed are matching nightstands. One holds a collection of vintage perfume bottles, their labels faded with age but still emitting a faint scent of jasmine and musk. The other is piled high with retro records, their colourful covers adding a splash of vibrancy to the room. Music is a central part of Yoongi's life, and the room is always filled with the sounds of his favourite songs.

Opposite the bed is a sleek black dresser, its surface adorned with modern art prints in antique silver frames. The dresser itself is a piece of art, with its smooth, glossy finish reflecting the soft glow of the black candles that sit on top of it. The candles send tendrils of smoke upwards, filling the room with a warm, comforting scent.

You sleep peacefully in the bed, the soft comforter wrapped around you like a warm embrace. The room is filled with the peaceful sound of your breathing, a stark contrast to the chaos that has consumed your lives recently. Ever since Taehyung has taken up residency in the pack house, this room has been his home. Yoongi begrudgingly chooses to bunk in with Hoseok to make room for the old member of your makeshift family.

Jungkook watches your sleeping form with a pang of pain rippling through his heart. The soft sunlight filtering through the window illuminates your peaceful face, casting a gentle glow upon your features. You look so serene, so innocent in your slumber, and yet Jungkook knows that beneath the surface lies a storm of emotions that he himself has stirred up. He can't help but feel regret for his behaviour towards you. He knows he has hurt you. Has made you feel less than you truly are, and now he is faced with the consequences of his actions. He has pushed you away.

Taehyung saunters into the room, his presence only adding to Jungkook's inner turmoil. "Quite the view, right?" he remarks smugly, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"You deserve this. You made her feel not good enough, so I showed her how real men act," Taehyung adds, his tone dripping with contempt for Jungkook's past actions.

Jungkook hangs his head in shame, realizing the gravity of his mistakes. "I fucked up," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, you really fucked up," Taehyung agrees, his voice laced with a mix of anger and disappointment.

Before Jungkook can say anything else, Taehyung makes his intentions clear. "Now if you excuse me, I have to go pack her stuff. We're leaving, she's going home," Taehyung declares, his words cutting through the tension in the room like a knife.

Jungkook heads out the door his heart heavy with regret. The weight of his decisions bore down on him like a heavy cloak, suffocating him with shame. He has lost his best friend, his angel, all because of his own stupidity.

"Taehyung," Noah calls, his eyes falling on you. "Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

Taehyung lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Dude you have to let it go, she's not coming back. She was never yours, she's always been his."

"I can't give up." Noah protests, his voice desperate.

Taehyung pats Noah on the back, giving him a sympathetic look. "Go get Natalie and pack, we're going to be staying at Amor's."

watch - billie eilish

You have always considered your childhood home to be a place of comfort and solace. The familiar walls, the scent of your mother's cooking, and the sound of your father's laughter have always been a source of warmth for you. But as you stand at the threshold of the front door, tears welling up in your eyes, you realise that everything has changed. The once vibrant home now seems cold and unwelcoming, a stark reminder of the emptiness that now consumes your world.

With trembling hands, you reach for the key in your pocket. Taehyung reaches out taking the keys from you. "I'll take your things in, amor. Take your time."

You nod gratefully before leaning against the wall of the house, trying to steady your racing heart. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. You have been dreading this moment for weeks. The thought of returning to this house, this place filled with painful memories, makes your stomach turn. But it is necessary. You need to face your past head-on, and you can't keep running away from it forever.

You open your eyes to find Noah watching you, his piercing green eyes searching your own. "Hey," Noah says softly, breaking the tense silence between you.

You can't quite bring yourself to meet his gaze, feeling a mix of emotions bubbling inside you. "Hey."

"So does this mean we're okay?" Noah asks, his voice full of hope.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "You and Natalie will always be two of my best friends," you start, "but whatever you and I had is gone."

Noah's face falls at your words, disappointment is evident in his expression. "I've just got you back in my life. Do you know how long I've waited for that?"

Your anger flares at his words. "Do you know how long I waited for you at our spot? How long I had waited for you to call and explain?"

Noah leans in, his arm above your head, his hand gently cupping your chin. "It's us, baby. Don't let it go," he pleads, his eyes pleading for you to understand.

"I can't just forget what happened, Noah," you whisper, finally meeting his gaze. "I can't ignore the hurt you caused me."

Noah removes his hand from your chin, his own emotions getting the best of him. "It's because of him, isn't it? It's always been him."

Your heart races as Noah's words sink in. You know that he's right – the hurt and betrayal you felt when he left without a word still lingers in your heart. But it's not just about the hurt he caused you. It's about the fact that he never gave you closure, never explained why he left or where he went. And now, standing before you, looking at you with those intense green eyes and yet Jungkook is all you can think about.

It has always been him as if it is written in the stars, a cosmic connection that transcends time and space. Two stars collide in the vast expanse of the universe. It is a cosmic affair, the merging of two souls meant to be together. Your connection is undeniable, like the pull of gravity between celestial bodies. You are two halves of a whole, destined to find each other amidst the chaos of the world.

teardrops - bring me the horizon

With his gun in his hand and fury in his heart, Jungkook confronts Noah, slamming him against the wall. He presses his gun against Noah's chest. Noah can feel the cold metal against his skin, can see the anger in Jungkook's eyes, the fierce protectiveness that burns within him. His grip on the gun tightens as the air thickens with the promise of violence.

"Oh speaking of fucking Lucifer." Noah spits.

"I told you, touch her again and I'll kill you," Jungkook's voice is low and dangerous, his words laced with simmering anger. "This isn't a toxic masculinity thing of marking my territory. You broke her and ruined her chances of letting her fall in love. She deserves love and you don't deserve to be near her."

Noah scoffs, his arrogant smirk never leaving his face. "Like you've treated her any better,"

Jungkook's jaw tightens at Noah's words, his anger boiling over. "I didn't say I deserved her," he growls, his voice rough with emotion. "But I sure as hell know that you don't deserve her."

Noah's smirk falters slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features. He squares his shoulders, trying to appear unaffected by Jungkook's threats. "You'd break the truce over this?" he taunts, his voice dripping with arrogance.

"For her, absolutely," Jungkook replies without hesitation, his gaze unwavering. He knows what he's risking by defying the fragile truce that has been established between their gangs. But at this moment, nothing else matters except you.

"Don't, Jungkook. We need this truce," You plead, your voice tinged with worry.

"Yes, Jungkook. Listen to your angel," Noah quips condescendingly, his gaze flickering with amusement.

Jungkook's fist connects with Noah's face, the impact sending him sprawling to the ground. He can taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth as he slowly pushes himself up, his head swimming from the sudden blow. His arrogance has cost him dearly, and he can see the determination in Jungkook's eyes as he stands over him, his fists clenched.

"I'd say you deserved that," Natalie chuckles, shaking her head as she looks down at Noah. "Plus we need this truce so we are just going to pretend that never happened."

"Why are you here Jungkook?" You demand, your voice sharp and unforgiving.

Jungkook takes a deep breath, his body overwhelmed with remorse and regret. "I'm sorry, Angel. I know sorry doesn't take away my actions but I'm sorry."

"I respect your boundaries. You clearly left to get away from me. I don't want to intrude on your space, I want to give you time. It's just you left the Teddy that your mum brought you at mine," Jungkook continues, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the worn teddy bear.

Your anger softens slightly at the mention of the teddy bear. It is a small gesture, but it speaks volumes. You accept the bear from him, cradling it in his arms. "Thank you."

"It will always be you, Angel," Jungkook promises, his eyes locked on yours. "I'll always choose you."

As you break eye contact with him and retreat into your house, Jungkook stands rooted to the spot, feeling the weight of regret settle heavy in his chest. The look of disappointment in your eyes replays in his mind, and he knows that regaining your trust will be an uphill battle. For you're not just his best friend; you're his guiding light, his salvation in the darkest of times, a shining star in his dark Abyss. Jungkook makes a silent promise to himself to never let you go again.

midnight city - m83

It is a cool and breezy afternoon as you stand outside the tattoo shop, your mind still reeling from the events of the past hour. Jimin had successfully kidnapped you, a fact that both infuriates and amuses you. Your friendship is a unique one - full of pranks, banter, and unwavering loyalty.

While you often find Jimin's antics exasperating, you know that his heart is always in the right place. He is the purest of souls, always looking out for you and making sure you're okay. And today, he has gone above and beyond to show you just how much he cares.

"You totally get me," you gush, your eyes lighting up as you take in the sight of the shop.

"We thought you'd like it," Yoongi professes as he opens the door to the shop.

"I swear if we're not here because you're treating me to a tattoo, I shall be very disappointed," you joke, though there is a hint of excitement in your voice.

Actually, I am," Jimin links his arms around your and Isabella's shoulders. "The queens of Lobos are finally getting their wolves."

The tattoo of a wolf etched on their skin is more than just simple artwork for the members of the gang. It is a symbol of their love and loyalty to one another, a visible representation of their unbreakable connection, their devoted friendship, and their adoring family. Each member wears the tattoo with pride, knowing that it binds them to each other, regardless of the wars they've fought together. The pain and struggle they've endured.

You all walk into the shop, greeted with a blast of warm air that carries the distinct scent of antiseptic and ink. The combination is both comforting and exhilarating, a sign that you are about to embark on a new and exciting adventure. The walls of the shop are lined with flash sheets showcasing an array of designs, from bold traditional motifs to delicate watercolour pieces. Your eyes scan over the intricate artwork. Each design seems to tell a story, to capture a moment in time or a feeling that words alone can not express.

The sound of buzzing tattoo machines fills the room, adding to the excitement and anticipation of getting inked. You can feel the vibrations in your chest, a physical reminder of the transformation that is about to take place. You watch as artists work diligently on their clients, their focused expressions betraying their commitment to their craft. Each artist has their own unique style and flair, from bold, graphic designs to delicate, intricate details.

A woman with vibrant pink hair and tattoos covering her looks up from her work and smiles. "Yoongs, Chim, I see you've brought me fresh meat," she calls, her voice smooth and confident. She sets down the tattoo gun she is holding and walks over to you.

Jimin winks with a flirty smile. "Girls, meet the badest bitch I know, Aurora,"

Aurora is a vision of creativity and beauty. Her flowing, pink hair falls just above her shoulders framing her delicate features. Her green eyes sparkle with an inner fire. Her skin is tanned, smooth and radiant with a dewy finish that seems to emit a natural light. People often comment on how her skin seems to glow from within as if she were lit up from the inside with a soft, ethereal light.

Her curves, with a small waist and full hips, give her a feminine and alluring figure that draws attention wherever she goes. Aurora's body is a canvas that tells the story of her life. Each tattoo is a piece of art that reflects her experiences, struggles, and triumphs. They are a part of her identity, a reflection of the woman she has become.

"Flattery still won't get you anywhere with me," Aurora assures, though there is a hint of amusement in her voice.

"I, my friend, am a changed man," Jimin retorts with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, a sly grin playing on his lips.

"Well, she must be quite the woman to tame you," Aurora teases, raising an eyebrow at Jimin, who chuckles in response.

"Hmm, Kitten, what do you say? Are you quite the woman?" Jimin asks, turning his attention to Isabella, who rolls her eyes at him.

"More Lobos I take it?" Aurora asks.

"Not just any Lobos, Arie," Yoongi speaks proudly. "You're looking at Scarlet's daughters."

"Well, I never. The queens of Lobos in the flesh," Aurora exclaims, admiration in her tone. "Who's going first then?"

"I won't be getting it," Isabella speaks up, causing a moment of surprise among the group.

"Why aren't you getting it, Is?" You question your sister, concerned.

"Lobos is my blood, but it's not the lifestyle for me," Isabella explains, a sense of calm determination in her voice.

"Whatever path you take, you're still one of us," Jimin coos, placing a comforting hand on Isabella's waist.

"In that case, I'll go second. Secondborn, second tattooed," Isabella beams with a smile, relieved that they understand and accept her choices.