Jimin:

After school that day, Yoongi comes rushing over. I knew he was gonna kill me for earlier.

'PARK JIMIN I SWEAR!' Yoongi yells as he grabs me before I can run away. He grabs both my arms and holds them back as I wrestle to get free.

'HEY IT WORKED DIDN'T IT?!'
I shout back, trying to use my feet to trip him over. I wriggle free for a moment before he grabs me in a headlock, ruffling my hair.

'You're an idiot and a genius Park Jimin!' He laughs, using his knuckles to rub my head.

'Alright alright get off now!' He releases me from his grasp. 'You need to tell me how it went. Every little detail.' I tell him.

'Sure. But later though, okay? I have to meet with JB, something important's come up.' Yoongi says, throwing me a knowing look. I frown, knowing that Yoongi only really ever met up with JB when something was up. JB seemed to be the informant between our gang and his, and so whenever he showed up I knew something had to be wrong.

'Okay, good luck.' I let him know, before we head our opposite ways.

Once I've left Yoongi, I head my usual way to get the bus, perhaps skipping a step or two so I could get there a little faster. Until I saw a younger year stare at me wondering why the hell there was a senior student, and one who looked as roughed up as me at that, skipping along the road. After that I went back to walking, slightly embarrassed.

To my delight, I see Jungkook's tall figure waiting at the bus stop, looking down at his phone. I smile wide, formulating a plan as I see a group of younger students walking past.
I crouch down behind them and walk along with them, making sure not to be seen by him. Okay, I've nearly reached him...any moment...now!

I jump onto him, locking my arms around his broad shoulders.

'AGHH WHAT THE F-' Jungkook yells out in panic, scrambling about in an attempt to free himself from my clutches.

'HEY FLOWER BOY!' I exclaim, pretending not to notice his struggle.

'JIMIN LET ME GO!' Jungkook pleads. 'UNHAND ME YOU WEIRDO!' He wriggles about laughing. I let go as I see the bus begin to roll in to the stop. I laugh at his misfortune as we go to claim our seat on the bus. He follows close behind and slides in next to me.

'What was all that about? Do you think you're a professional wrestler or something? Do you know how much this shirt was?!'
Jungkook begins as the bus begins to drive away. I look down at his shirt, which happens to just be a plain white T-shirt.

'By the looks of it I'm guessing not that much.' I tease as Jungkook rolls his eyes.

'Cheer up Flower Boy, I'm in a good mood today and so you should be too.' I tell him in my best cutesy voice. Wait - what? I don't do cutesy, gross. Seriously, what is this boy turning me into?

'Oh should I? Suddenly because you're happy I automatically have to be happy too?' Jungkook retorts, raising an eyebrow.

'Yes.' I reply matter or factly, making Jungkook crack a smile. And not just any smile, but his wide bunny one which I loved so much.

'So why are you so happy?'
He asks me.

'This may come as a shock to you, but I'm happy because something good may be happening to my friend, involving him and this girl he's liked since foreeeeever. I'm happy for him. And it was my doing you know, which makes me a genius. You may refer to me as Park Cupid from now on.'

Jungkook laughs. 'Which friend?'

'That's classified Cupid HQ information, sorry.' I say folding
my arms and titling my head away from him. He huffs and flops back down into his seat.

'Now I think about it, I have the same kind of thing going on with me too.' He tells me. My heart starts to pick up the pace. Similar problem? As in he likes someone too???
Wait WHAT?!

'My friend was saying something about this guy she likes too. Maybe you could employ me at Cupid HQ so I can help her out too, haha.'

Oh...right. His friend, not him.
My heartbeat returns to normal after the false alarm.

'Meh, I don't know. Turn in your application and I'll consider it.'
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Once I'm at home, I keep myself busy with the chores that needed doing around the house. I hadn't done them for a while now, and I know for a fact Dad won't ever do them.

As I began washing the stacks of dishes that had built up in the kitchen, my phone buzzes. I dry my hands off and go to check it, secretly hoping it was Jungkook. On the screen it read:

Missed call from: Yoongi (2)

I pause my task (as much as it pained me) to call him back. I listen as it dials.

'Ah, about time!' The voice through the phone says rudely. 'Jimin, you need to get down here tonight.
By the old basketball court. Zico's back in the neighbourhood.' Yoongi explains.

'Woah woah woah hold up. What's he doing here? We had an agreement. No one steps on our side, no one gets hurt and vice versa. He knows that.'

'Seems like Zico's not too happy about us taking care of Jaehyo.
JB told me him and his gang are going there. Tonight.' Yoongi responds. 'I've already let Hobi and Namjoon know. JB is bringing his own gang. Just be ready when I call you.'

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Jimin:

The night approaches fast. I pace up and down my room, waiting for the gang. Zico and his gang had no right being here, we agreed. He thinks Block B owns this neighbourhood, and acts like he's untouchable. I can't wait to punch that smirk right off his smug face to prove that theory wrong.

I open the drawers next to my closet and rummage around in my underwear drawer. I know I keep it here somewhere...aha. I pull out the pocket knife I kept hidden there, and shove it in the back of my jean pocket. Not that I had any intention of using it. But just in case things got out of hand, I had backup. From the corner of my eye,
I see figures outside on the street below. I look out and see my members, as well as members from JB's gang. Unlike my gang, JB's gang had motorbikes, and so I saw my own members on the back of theirs. JB's dad is a mechanic, and so handed down all his skills down to him so he could fix up old motorbikes for their gang. I'm pretty sure most of them don't even have licenses, but now wasn't the time to back out because I was worried about road safety. I throw on my bomber jacket and sneak down to meet them, being careful not to wake my dad.

I walk up to them as Yoongi hops off the back of Mark's motorbike to brief me on what was going on. 'They're here in the neighbourhood. On our side. I can't wait to put Zico back in his fucking place. You ready?' I nod and we get on the motorbikes. I sit on Jackson's motorbike.

'Brace yourself.' He tells me as we speed off, leaving tire skid marks along the pavement. The amount of noise these motorbikes are making makes me realise my efforts to sneak out quietly as to go unnoticed were pointless.
I wouldn't be surprised if we woke up the whole street. We drive off, leaving the street to return to its slumber.

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The motorbikes skid to a halt and the engines are cut. We climb off, and I see Zico and his gang following close on his tail. We all walk up to them, until the two sides came to a stop facing one another on the cold concrete of the old basketball courts.

Zico steps up in front of us, staring face to face with Yoongi and JB.

'Well well, fancy seeing you here.' Zico begins with a smug smile stretched across his face.

'Here? You mean on the wrong side of the neighbourhood.
A little lost aren't you?' JB says, spitting on the ground in front of Zico. He raises and eyebrow, and his gang chuckle behind him.

'Did your little minion not pass on the message clear enough for you Zico?' Yoongi says, throwing a look at Jaehyo, who shuffles nervously under his gaze. Yoongi's eyes flick back to Zico. 'Do we have to remind you where you are right now?'

'No need for the reminder. We know exactly where we are.'
Zico says with a grin.

'Then you know this is our territory. Run along and things won't get messy.' JB threatens.

Zico tuts a few times, as he begins to slowly pace up and down. 'You see,
I don't think this area should belong to you anymore. We need some...new management around this place.' He says, his gang smirking behind him, exchanging glances. Zico comes to a stop right in front of Yoongi so that they are face to face. He leans in close.

'We're taking this place over.  Whether you like it or not.'
He announces to Yoongi.

'Fuck you. You're not taking over shit.' Yoongi snaps at him.

Before I could properly take in what was happening, Yoongi swings for Zico and punches him, and he falls to the floor. And then just like that everything else is sparked. The gangs begin fighting. One of their gang tries to grab me suddenly, but I swerve under him and grab him by his collar. I throw him against the ground and kick him down before backing away. Looking around frantically, I can't even tell who is who anymore - the two sides entangled in one another as they fight, throwing punches and kicks at one another. Without warning, I'm kicked in the back of my left leg, making me collapse onto the floor. I turn around and look up to see Jaehyo, before he stomps his foot into my leg once again. I bet he's loving this revenge. As he goes to kick again, I grab his foot and push it backwards so he falls, hitting the concrete. To make sure he stays down, I climb on top of him, punching him in his jaw. I don't even have time to stand up, as someone else grabs me by my jacket and punches me in the face, sending me flying into the wall nearby. I look up to see the gang member I know to be Jihoon, right before he punches me again. I push him off and go to grab him - but he starts to run.

Blinded by my anger, I chase him.
He speeds down the street, but I can only hobble along after him, my left leg injured from Jaehyo kicking me down. I end up in another old public basketball court, outlined with a tall wire fence, looking around agitated for any sign of him. But all I can hear is the muffled noise of cars driving by in the distance past the court.

As I'm about to give up, I see a shadow come up from behind me, formed under the glaring court floodlights. Before I can react, I felt a sharp, shooting pain at the back of my neck.
I fall to the ground, and raise my hand to where I felt the pain, feeling warm blood trickle onto my hand. As I lay on the ground, I see a pair of thick soled black boots walk round me, scuffing up gravel as they step slowly, coming to a halt in front of me. Shit.

My eyes follow the figure's feet, trailing upwards to see Zico leaning over me, fiddling with a switchblade in his hand. The blinding floodlight shines behind him, leaving him nothing more than a dark shadow. He must have followed me. I lean up on my elbow, shaking as I attempt to stand up.

Zico raises his foot, and stomps as hard as he can. I fall to the ground, my eyes close, and I am succumbed by black.