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BTS In 5000 Years

We crouch into a fighting stance. Jimin's gaze is steady and staring into mine, and I try my best not to avert my eyes. "START!" Jimin lunges towards me with incredible speed, and I barely side step him. I throw my legs into the air, kicking the backs his knees with both of my pointed feet, and touch the ground with my fingertips to regain balance. He barely stumbles before dropping to the ground and spinning his legs at me. He catches my ankle and I fall hard on my back. He rolls on top of me and gives me a devilish grin inches away from me. Everything else is dark, but with him so close I can clearly see his face, his full lips, straight nose, dark marble eyes and straight dark eyebrows. His warm refreshing scent wafts up my nostrils, like calming scented candles that makes me want to breathe it forever. My eyes widen as he leans even closer to me, his hair falling slightly over his face. "Too easy, huh?" His eyes dance with amusement. I scowl, even though every inch of my skin is prickling with fire and excitement. I hook my leg on his torso and force him to fall back, and I take this small opportunity to flip him onto his back over my shoulder. But I barely manage to do it, even with momentum because dang he's heavy. I stand over him and he lies on the ground, still smirking up at me. What the heck!? I jump onto him and swing him over so he lies on his stomach, and I pin him on the ground with his arms behind his back and my knees pinning his legs down. But something's off-- he doesn't seem to be trying as hard. "C'mon," I growl into his ear, "don't hold back." "Oh really?" He grins at me, laughter in his eyes, and I realize what he's thinking in his perverted mind. I flush deeply and he takes in my flustered state, and uses this to easily push me back, and he swings me up over his shoulder. I gasp, and kick his chest and pound on his back. "Let me go!!" Upside down, I see Vicky jogging towards us. "Alright, alright," she chides lightly, "that's enough. Let the poor girl down." He drops me onto the mats and I roll over into a crouch, glowering at Jimin. Vicky laughs. "Emma's a great fighter, but she seems to be distracted by you a bit." A weird sound escapes my throat. My eyes widen and I see Jimin laughing. I inhale sharply and my breath hitches. Blood roars in my ears and I brush past Vicky, stomping towards the locker rooms. ~~~ Please support me for the BTS contest with your ARMY bombs or votes!! Thank you <3 The cover picture is not mine (obviously hehe)

eloise_mochi · Music & Bands

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such a waste...

"Enough," a clear, familiar voice slices through the chaotic air, stunning us all.

The peach fuzz on the back of my neck stands up on end, and goosebumps rise up on my bare arms. My stomach clenches tightly at the sight of Rudale gliding through the room, his black long cloak sweeping the floor behind him, his boots clicking on the floor at a brisk pace. I sit up quietly, barely moving, but Rudale's gaze yanks to me. He stares at Jimin, standing defensively over me, and I'm on the floor with my knives out of reach. He chuckles darkly and tears his gaze away, turning to Vicky.

"This isn't proper combat training, is it?" He looks over at most of the class, who were lying down on the mats are now standing terrified. I grimace and start to stand up as well. "Most of you are... sleeping, and three of you are fighting, and one of you--" Rudale stares at me when he says this, "just let their lovers fight for them."

My hands curl into tight fists. Rudale walks towards me, not bothering to take his boots off when he walks on the mats, and suddenly he's swinging his fist at me. I'm too tired, and I groggily step out of the way, bracing for pain that doesn't come. My eyes widen when I watch Jimin throwing himself in front of me, taking Rudale's fist.

My vision turns red when I see Rudale's cruel slimy smile. "My, my," he whispers while staring intently at Jimin, who's bent down coughing, the room deathly quiet, "you just never learn, do you? Don't let that girl bring you down. It's such a waste."

Jimin laughs humorlessly and stands up fully. He's smaller than Rudale, but the look in his eyes, tired and angry, makes Rudale seem insignificant. "No," Jimin spits out with jagged breaths, "you never learn. You don't see strength when it's standing right in front of your stubby, little nose."

Rudale's nose, in fact, is large and hooked and broken several times, so it sits crooked. Rudale's nostrils flare and his eyes blaze. "I can see weaklings perfectly fine, Mr. Park. And this room is full with the stench of them."

He stands there eyeing Jimin for a moment more, before walking away. Relief washes over me that Jimin wasn't hit anymore by Rudale. The fact that I'm glad about THAT just makes me sick.

What has this place become?

EXTENDED AUTHORS NOTE: I am currently planing out a story way better than this sh*t and I should have a couple chapters done kinda soon.

I'm pretty sure I won't get even close to the leaderboard for this bts writing contest, oh my goodness I LOVE the story "Through Countless Reincarnations" by noctiferu who's in second place but deserves to be first in my opinion...anyway this was a really fun and cool and frustrating experience and I want to continue with Webnovel!! This sounds like I'm done with this story but NOPE I have that one fan that always asks me when I'm gonna update a new chapter... AHah lol you know who you are.So I'm not giving up yet and I'll finish this with the best chapters I can muster. I need to get sleep. Byee

I'm so sorry that this chapter is so short and delayed. I'm in a crisis of end-of-the-school-year homework, difficult music to practice, chaotic dance practices and fundraising, and I barely have time to type on my crappy kindle with horrible autocorrect under my covers because I'm not supposed to be up this late

T . T

Also, quote my amazing band student-teacher who was dealing with the trumpets today, "CrIsP lEtTuCe. Articulate, darn it."

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