Mist {BTSxReader}

Chapter 29: Hearts

"The strongest hearts have the most scars."

                                                -Jeff Hood

TRIGGER WARNING: GORE

It was almost like you were underwater. 

The world was blurred--fuzzy around you. 

The sounds were muffled and quiet. You could hear the screams of your men. You could hear the cries of agony as a few of the villagers were tossed over the cliffs. 

Fighting was going on all around you. 

You should have been with the crew. 

You should have been defending them. 

But your eyes wouldn't leave Alon as you slowly walked over to the ground on which he laid...the ground that was slowly becoming red with his blood. 

You lowered yourself to the ground, ignoring the feeling of your pants becoming wet with the red liquid. 

"Alon," You called to him, "I-I don't-"

He gave you a weak smile, body twitching as he tried to continue to breathe. 

His blood-covered had come to rest on your face. 

"J-James," He sputtered weakly, "Call me James. That is...That is the name my mother called me."

Your eyes widened. 

"Ja...James."

He smiled at you. 

"Y/n," He responded, body beginning to shake, "I-I would have gone with you. I would-I would have seen the world with you."

"I know," You cooed, "I'm so sorry."

Sorry for what? You weren't entirely sure. Sorry that he would never be able to get off of the island he so desperately wanted to leave? Sorry that he'd never see another sunrise? Or sorry that you were the indirect cause of his own father murder him?

You squeezed your eyes shut, annoyed with yourself for getting so emotional over the death of a virtual stranger.

You stilled yourself, taking a deep breath. 

"James, I-"

You paused in your words. 

Alon's eyes were wide open, his mouth hanging agape as he fell limp against you. 

He was dead. 

You blinked in surprise, a tear falling from your eye against your will. You instantly wiped your eyes, cursing aloud. 

He was young--just starting his life out with so much hope. 

And now he was dead--snuffed out by the very ugliness you had warned him about. 

"Y/n!"

Yoongi's voice rang in your ears as you gently laid the boy on the ground. 

"Y/N!"

You snapped back to reality as a hand grabbed your arm, pulling you upwards and separating you from Alon's body. 

Yoongi stared at you with wide eyes.  

"We have to get out of here. Now!"

You swallowed, looking back at Alon. 

"We have to bring him with us."

Yoongi's brows furrowed at that, glancing at the dead boy. 

"Him?" He repeated, "Y/n, we don't have the time to carry him. We can't just--"