Eternally Yours

6) Namjoon - War

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, guns, and war.

The second crack came when Namjoon was only 180. The year was 1941. Namjoon had seen change, saw more of his family pass, new technology, and the start of vampires being accepted into the world. He experienced heartbreak too. But right now, he was seeing hatred. War was everywhere he looked. He was fighting for the greater good, against the North Koreans. This further broke his faith in humanity, deeper than it did the first time, the walls he had started to build since he was 10, getting taller and thicker.

"How can they do this to themselves?" Namjoon whispered to himself. But his best friend beside him heard him.

"It's all about power Joon." Jackson sighed.

Namjoon shook his head and looked around the battlefield where he stood. Big divots in the ground from grenades, small holes from the bullets being shot from both sides, the metallic stench of blood in the air, some bodies discarded here and there. He took it all in... And it hurt. It hurt Namjoon to see people, some that were his friends, like this. It pained him to see how hate-filled some humans could be. He just wanted to go back home with his mother and father. He didn't want anything else to do with these humans anymore.

"SHIT!" Jackson suddenly cried beside him and dropped to the ground, Namjoon following as he crawled over to his best friend on his stomach. Jackson laid behind their small barricade with a bullet embedded in his shoulder.

Namjoon swore under his breath, he quickly got rid of the threat then turned to where Jackson lay on the ground.

"Hang on bud," Namjoon breathed out and quickly got into action. "Keep putting pressure on it." He mumbled, digging into his pack to find his medical supplies.

"Fuck," Jackson growled when Namjoon pressed his hand over the wound tightly.

"Sorry, sorry." Namjoon apologized over and over again at every small cry of pain his friend uttered as he worked on getting the bullet out of his best friend's shoulder.

"Here, bite this," Namjoon instructed, holding a stick in front of Jackson's mouth. The wounded man nodded his head and opened his mouth, Namjoon slipped the stick between his teeth. Once he was sure it was secured in Jackson's mouth, Namjoon kneeled on his forearm and readied his tweezers around the piece of artillery in the flesh. "On three... One... two....th-" before he even finished his count, he pulled the bullet and quickly wrapped a couple of tourniquets around it to stop the bleeding until he could get Jackson to the infirmary.

"FUCKING HELL!!" Jackson cried around the stick in his mouth as he bit down on it as hard as he could, still reeling from the pain his best friend just put him through. Multiple other curses fell from between his clenched teeth.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Namjoon cried as he worked as fast as possible, still kneeling on Jackson's forearm so he didn't hit Namjoon. Tears started to collect in his eyes, he never wanted to cause anyone pain, but here he was, hurting his best friend. Albeit, not on purpose, but it still hurt him nonetheless.

Namjoon never wanted to witness war ever again.