Jungkook - Mirai

The war that began four years ago brought together everyone from the lowest ebb of this world. There are no rich or poor. There are survivors. After the bombing, Jungkook moved you to the far side of the city. On TV, the terrorist group "Asp" broadcast the "execution" of soldiers and mayors every single day. Jungkook dreamed of ridding the world of this. Every time he watched, he clenched his fists and hugged you tighter, promising to kill the scum. That evening, you had dinner and were about to go to bed. A sudden visit from one of Jungkook's colleagues interrupted your plans. The military at the border is short-handed. They need help from everyone who can, especially someone trained to fight. "It won't be for long, my love. I will fight for our bright future and bring you victory, my precious," he whispered, walking away in his uniform with a rifle over his shoulder. A year later, his colleague will bring Jungkook's military dog ​​tag to your home. "My condolences," he said and hugged her, trying to calm the widow. With the arrival of their new leader, "Mirai," about a year ago, things became even more violent. You were afraid of the Asps. You were afraid of Mirai, who wore a creepy mask and killed anyone who offered any resistance. You couldn't sleep that night. Looking out the window, holding Jungkook's dog tag hanging around your neck in your thin fingers. Looking at the ruins and barely standing houses, you suddenly saw red headlights from cars on the roads – the Asps had begun their attack. They were dragging women and children from every house, and killing their only protectors – their husbands. The door to your house was broken down. A rather tall and strong man appeared in the doorway. The same mask was still on his face. Through the holes in it, you saw his familiar, pitch-black eyes. He came so close that you could feel the warmth and heat of his body. You tried to resist, but his hand pinned you to the wall, and the other ran over your entire body. Your trembling forced the terrorist to let go. This time, he took you more gently, gently cupped the back of your head, and inhaled the scent of your hair through his nose.