The Last Seven - a BTS AU Story

Chapter 14 - Strange Dreams

Namjoon broke into a cold sweat, his mind reeling. All those princes of the Violetta Province had similar features as himself and his friends. He could still see Prince Moni's determined face, which looked startlingly like his own. Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, and looked at his slumbering friends. They looked so peaceful. He looked outside of the cave : the day didn't think of breaking soon. Namjoon snuggled back into a sleeping position and drifted off into a troubled slumber.

Meanwhile, back at the base, the man was completely mad. "Those kids!" he screamed in frustration, "How could they be so indestructible?" Two aliens from the fight earlier faced him, waiting for plasma supply. The man looked at an old picture of a dark man and an equally dark lady clutching a baby. "Ciaran, the beginning of our family's terror," the man whispered, "I swear to the gods that I won't let our legacy die. All humans are gone, except them. Help me out in some way, please." The photo seemed to darken in reply, and a smirk formed on the man's face.

After a tiring fifteen minutes of hunting down food and water in the half-destroyed hills, Hoseok was sitting on a rock, facing the river and the headquarters, where their enemy now stayed. He sorrowfully ate his small quantity of berries Yoongi had scoured and found, thinking about the good times of the past. Namjoon sat next to him, his own share of berries in his hands. "Reminiscing about the past?" he asked. "How could we not?" Hoseok asked in reply. Namjoon smiled : his dimples were really on-point. "I need to tell you something," Namjoon said after a few quiet minutes, "It's about...that dude we met back at the headquarters." Hoseok turned sharply to him. "That guy?" he asked, "What about him?" Namjoon took a deep breath. "I had this dream, vision, thing yesterday," he explained, "It was about the seven princes of Violetta executing a guy called Ciaran. They looked so much like us and Ciaran reminded me of that guy." Hoseok merely looked bewildered. "So I'm thinking that this dude...Ciaran...is someone to do with that dude," Namjoon finished. "Well, there you go," Hoseok said, "You've worked it out, IQ 148." Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "I think he is Ciaran's long-lost child or something," Hoseok deduced. "Or descendant?" Namjoon supplied. Hoseok nodded. "Somehow this dude has something against us. Not only because we ruined his plans by surviving the apocalypse and saving those five kids. He wants something big, but not for ambition," he comprehended. "Hobi-ah," Namjoon said, exasperated, "As much as I love you being right, I'm scared that you're testing my IQ levels." Hoseok laughed, the laugh of an angel that needs to be protected.

Sometime later, Namjoon's dream-vision had spread to all seven boys, and everyone had their own share of the theories (Seokjin's was the most far-fetched; he said that they were all trapped in a game and that dude was the main boss and they had to defeat him to restore peace). They shared many theories, that even the younger kids were surprised at how much they could imagine from just a few pieces of evidence. "Even so," Yoongi finally pressed, "What can we do about it?" "We could know what link we have to all this," Taehyung responded, "And find out why that guy wants to kill us so bad." "It could be useful to us," Jimin added. Jungkook, in the meantime, was tight-lipped and silent. Even if it was for making fun of whatever Seokjin says, he would join in actively in any conversation, be it about aliens or stupid stuff. But this time he didn't say anything. Hoseok went over to him and asked, concerned. "Kookie, you okay?" Jungkook looked up sharply and nodded. Hoseok sighed. He knew Jungkook was hiding something crucial, but he didn't know what. "If you say so," he said and went outside to catch the evening sunset.

That night, Jungkook went to sleep with the small information he had sneaked from aliens when he was still held captive bonking around his brain. He knew it was the key to getting humanity back but he wondered if he should tell them or not. From what he had known, that cliff is miles away from their country. They couldn't use a boat with no supplies and their Teleporter was gone. Jungkook wanted to tell them somehow but figured it was of no use. Even if he did tell them, what would they do? It was hard enough with themselves and being not-really chased by aliens, now they were on the run and had five young boys accompanying them. They were all too young and Jungkook didn't want them to die trying to survive out there alone, seeing as it was hard for himself and his hyungs. He tried pushing these thoughts aside and drifted off uneasily.

The old temple where the princes were first crowned came to be their last hiding place. The monks managed to give space to the young royals to plan out their battle strategies. Thankfully they had a secret hideout just in case war broke out, but after hearing the princes' pleas, they gladly accepted. Using thick volumes of books and advanced maps they hadn't known existed, the princes of Violetta began their planning. They thought of splitting the army into seven, each troop headed by a prince, and advancing at the border before meeting as one and striking them at the capital of the guerilla forces, a small yet famous city they called Dream Glow. They were just about to finish when they heard the door open. An elderly monk came in with a letter. Moni received it and opened it to read. His face instantly went pale. "Hyung?" Jack asked, "What's up?" Moni didn't reply, worrying the others to the core. Hope was passed the letter, and he read it. A dark look passed over his face. "Well?" Kimin snapped, clearly worried. Hope gulped. "They have Ami and the five generals captured," he announced. The princes were shocked into silence. Ami, their only close relation, and those generals : Daniel, Archer, Ben, Terry and Kay. They were immensely close, and were their 'juniors' (as Justin lovingly called them). They prepared to leave at once to get their friends back.

Poor Jungkook had enough on his head, but this was the last straw. He bolted awake, his breaths heavy, but not from physical tiredness.