"You drew a dragon on your body

But are you sure you aren't a gangster?
But I'm Neutrogena Deep Clean,
Just come out as foam
We're bulletproof, you can't aim your guns at us
My bulletproof, it's better than the other bastards
I don't care, I don't look below me
Those who receive the bullets (focus)
Cause I'm a tough guy~"

- We are bulletproof part 1 (BTS)

The atmosphere in Jungkook's mansion was electric, pulsating with the energy of victory. Dark Nebula had achieved a significant milestone with the surrender of the new Japanese gang, and they were determined to celebrate in style.

"Cheers!" echoed through the opulent rooms as glasses clinked together, the sound a symphony of triumph.

"You were great, Jungkook!" Jin's words of praise were met with nods of agreement from the others.

Suddenly, Taehyung burst a party cracker near Jungkook's face, startling him and causing laughter to erupt among the group. "Yah, Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed with a pout, pretending to be annoyed but secretly enjoying the playful moment.

Indeed, despite their dangerous lifestyles as gangsters, these individuals didn't let go of their inner children. Behind their serious masks lay a group of friends who shared a deep bond forged through countless trials and triumphs. And in Jungkook's mansion, which had become a second home to them all, they felt free to be themselves.

During their weekends, they embraced the opportunity to unwind and enjoy each other's company, just like they used to before Jungkook's amnesia. Whether it was sharing stories over drinks, engaging in friendly competitions, or simply relaxing in each other's presence, their weekends were a time for camaraderie and laughter amidst the chaos of their lives.

(A/n: Just like BTS on stage vs BTS behind the scenes. >.<)

Hoseok, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, aimed his phone at Yoongi, who was peacefully sleeping on the couch. "Look at how the Great Hacker, Suga, is hibernating in the evening," he captured the moment with a playful video.

Jin, ever the picture of elegance and refinement, let out a melodramatic sigh. "Namjoon, teach me how to speak a foreign language!" his eyes were wide with anticipation.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow, looking at Jin skeptically. "Why do you want that?"

"Because I want to scare away enemies with my worldwide scary voice! E HA HA HA," Jin laughed dramatically toning his voice some octaves down.  Namjoon chuckled and facepalmed at the older man's theatrics.

Meanwhile, Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook were engrossed in a heated game on Jungkook's huge TV, their competitive spirits driving them to outdo each other. Jimin let out a cry of frustration as Jungkook's character delivered a fatal blow. "Yah, Jungkook! Why did you shoot me?!" he protested, his voice filled with mock indignation.

"Everyone is an enemy on the battlefield," Jungkook replied with a proud smile. He had a victorious grin plastered on his thin lips.

Tae, never one to back down from a challenge, launched himself at Jungkook, vowing to avenge Jimin's defeat. "I'll get your revenge, Jimin!" he exclaimed, his competitive spirit ignited.

Jungkook, victorious once again, couldn't help but smirk as he pulled up his collar in triumph. "See? I win. That's three in a row," he declared, his confidence unwavering.

"Tae, this boy is too good at these games!" Jimin whined, shaking his head in disbelief.

"I've been playing since I was a child!" Jungkook boasted proudly. His competitive streak was shining through.

"Let's begin the next round." Jimin restarted the game, To their surprise Jungkook was immediately shot by another player. "Kook, what the—"

Jungkook abruptly interrupted Jimin with a sharp "Shhhh!!" His eyes were fixed on the curtains, his expression tense. "Intruders," he declared urgently, his voice low but filled with gravity.

Namjoon, taken aback, queried in a hushed tone, "What happened?"

"Intruders," Jungkook reiterated, his gaze unwavering as he pointed towards the lawn. His hand already reached for his gun. Indeed there were swift movements of shadows behind the fabrics. They had arms.

With a swift motion, Jungkook seized his weapon and directed his gaze towards the glass door leading to the lawn, his mind already racing with strategies to defend their territory.

J-Hope acted on Jungkook's unspoken command, flicking off the lights and plunging the room into darkness. The sudden change in atmosphere heightened the tension, the anticipation of impending danger palpable in the air.

The room soon descended into chaos. Bullets were flying over their heads. The breakable items were all destroyed with loud clitters. Jungkook took charge, his voice commanding as he issued orders to his comrades. "V, RM, and Jin, attack from the terrace! Others, stay by me!"

With adrenaline coursing through their veins, the members of Dark Nebula sprang into action, each one poised and ready to defend their home at all costs. The trio sprinted up the stairs, their footsteps echoing in the tense atmosphere of the mansion. 

Jungkook's grip tightened around his pistol as he burst onto the lawn, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he leaped into action, only to be met with a bullet aimed directly at his head. With lightning reflexes, he dodged the deadly projectile at the last possible moment, narrowly avoiding disaster.

J-Hope took the opportunity and fired from behind thereby taking down the assailant with deadly accuracy. His shot rang out in the chaos. As the fallen enemy crumpled to the ground, Jungkook's eyes scanned the scene, his senses on high alert.

As Jimin and Suga moved towards the west, J-Hope took charge of the east, leaving Jungkook to face the remaining adversaries in the middle. With each calculated move, he engaged the enemy with precision, swiftly dispatching them one by one.

After a fierce exchange of gunfire and deft maneuvers, six men lay lifeless at Jungkook's feet, a testament to his formidable skills. But his victory was short-lived as another adversary emerged, his gun trained on Jungkook with malicious intent.

Despite being out of ammunition, Jungkook remained undaunted. His dark eyes gleamed with defiance as he slowly lowered his gun and raised his hands in surrender.

"Lost already?" taunted the enemy, a smirk playing on his lips as he approached.

In a split second, Jungkook's smirk mirrored his adversary's, his movements fluid and precise. "Fool." With lightning speed, he twisted the enemy's wrist and delivered a swift kick to his vulnerable spot, causing him to drop his weapon in agony.

As the enemy crumpled to the ground, Jungkook wasted no time, delivering a fatal blow to ensure his defeat. With the threat neutralized, he retrieved the enemy's gun, his grip firm and unwavering.

But just as Jungkook thought the danger had passed, he heard a gunshot ring out behind him. Whirling around, he came face to face with V, his trusted comrade, who stood on the terrace with a smirk plastered on his lips, his gun aimed squarely at Jungkook.

Any guesses why V did that?

10 votes to find out the answer in next chapter.

They were supposed to be in Military!! Where is the haitus here???

NEways!! I am excited for another masterpiece!!
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