Eternally Yours

4) Namjoon - The First Cracks

The first time Namjoon saw how cruel the world could be, was when he was 10. His grandfather, one of the men he greatly admired and looked up to, was murdered. By a human.

You see, in 1771, vampires weren't seen as good. They were seen as evil monsters that didn't know right from wrong. That rumor was anything but true, but the humans wouldn't listen. They constantly hunted down the vampires and tried to hurt them to eliminate the 'vile demons' hiding in their bodies. Some humans were successful, others weren't as lucky.

But seeing his beloved grandfather, his family but also his friend, lying in a pool of his own blood on the ground outside his home broke Namjoon. It cracked his faith in humanity and instilled a bit of fear into the poor kid's heart. He was only ten for crying out loud. He just stood there, hiding behind his father as he looked at the scene. Namjoon didn't feel anything. He wasn't angry, he wasn't sad, he didn't cry, he just stood there. His small hands clutched tightly to the fabric of his father's shirt as he stared. His family was shocked, so shocked they didn't realize he was there until he carefully stepped from behind his father and towards his grandfather with shaking hands.

"Grandfather?" He whispered, not realizing he had stepped in the blood. Namjoon's eyes stung, tears welling up in his eyes as it finally started to feel real. Looking back at his parents, the dams finally broke. A tear silently slipped from his eye, holding back a sob until his mother opened up her arms.

"Come here, baby," Hera whispered. A broken sob, full of pain and fear slipped past Namjoon's lips before he quickly crashed himself into his mother's arms as his shoulders shook.

Hera looked up to her husband, tears of her own welling in those dark chocolate brown eyes of hers as she held her son tightly. Yang just shook his head, pain filling his eyes with every broken sob that slipped past Namjoon's lips. His fists were clenched tightly, you could see the whites of his knuckles, he tore his eyes away from Namjoon just to look down at where his father laid on the ground.

"We're not safe here anymore," Yang mumbled to his family gathered around his father's body. "We have to leave." The responsibility of his family's safety fell onto him, now that his father was dead. Looking up at the faces of pain and fear around him, Yang cleared his throat. "Grab what you can and need, we're leaving this place. We need to find somewhere safer to live in. Tell the Wangs and the rest of your friends about this plan. Don't tell any human whatsoever, the safety of our family and children is what's important right now." With that final note, Yang gently pried Namjoon from his mother and lifted him into his arms. Namjoon immediately buried his face in his father's shoulder, wrapping his arms as tight as he could around his shoulders, little sobs still leaving his lips.

"Dad," Namjoon sobbed, tightening his arms a little further.

"Shhhh, I've got you Joon," Yang whispered, kissing his temple and wrapping his arms tighter around his son. Hera wiped a small tear that slipped down her cheek as Yang took her up in his other arm, holding his little family close to him. "I've got you," Yang mumbled to both of them this time as he held his wife and his son close.

Namjoon would see and experience more pain from here.