Jungkook was out in the rain smoking a cigarette, looking hot as hell without even trying per usual.

You’re running down the street, and there’s a crazy group of people shooting up the neighbour with guns and explosives.

You run at Jungkook, despite not knowing him whatsoever and knock him over, putting your hand behind his hand you it cushions his fall on the concrete. “Get down!” You yell, panicked.