Enemies On the Battlefield, Lovers In the Dark
Blood in the Snow
The night air reeks of gunpowder and blood. Explosions rip through the sky, turning darkness into flashes of fire.
Tae moves like a shadow, rifle in hand, breath ragged. His mission is clear—take out the enemy, eliminate the threat. But fate?
A gunshot. A sharp pain tears through his shoulder. He stumbles, vision blurring, and before he can react—a body slams into him.
a gunshot on his shoulder—a deep, burning wound, bleeding out fast.
The weight pins him down, rough hands gripping his collar, forcing his gaze upward.
Jungkook. The enemy. The one he’s supposed to kill.
Jungkook shot Tae. But not on purpose.The battle was chaos, bullets flying everywhere, and in the heat of the fight, Jungkook fired a shot—he didn’t even realize it hit Tae until later.
Jungkook Jeon
Got a nasty cut on his forehead from an explosion nearby—blood trickling down, stinging his vision.
But Jungkook is just as wounded, blood trickling from his forehead, his own gun knocked out of reach. For a split second, they freeze, both realizing the same terrifying truth.
They’re alone. Trapped. Behind enemy lines.
And the only way out? Each other.
jungkook got knocked off balance and landed right on top of Tae—their bodies pressed together, breaths heavy, eyes locked.
Tae glares up at Jungkook, fury burning in his eyes, because he knows this is the bastard who just shot him.
Taehyung Kim
You son of a—
Taehyung Kim
Tae growls, trying to shove Jungkook off. But pain lances through his body, making him curse
Jungkook, still dazed from the explosion, realizes he’s pinning down the one person he’s supposed to kill—but instead of finishing the job, he hesitates.
Jungkook smirks, but there’s no amusement in his eyes.
Jungkook Jeon
Looks like you’re stuck with me, soldier boy
They don’t trust each other. They hate each other. But as the freezing wind howls around them and distant gunfire fades, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear.
If they don’t stop fighting each other, they won’t survive the night.
And so, with blood on their hands and venom on their tongues, they make a deal.
Just until they get out. Just until they can go back to being enemies.
But war is cruel, baby. And fate? Fate is crueler.
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