Red Lips Always Lie vol.3 [Bts fanfiction]

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Isabelle's P.o.v:

Father: Stay here, Isabelle! Don't come out! You have to stay hidden, alright?
Isabelle: Yes, daddy!

          I whispered as the fear I was feeling shouldn't have been known by any child my age. Thunder roared above us, lightning split the sky in half and rain poured on me, sticking my clothes and my hair to my skin before my father pushed me under a wooden table, covering it with a ragged cloth. I was feeling so cold. That was one of the coldest nights I have ever seen in my whole life. Usually, it didn't rain in the Underworld. And, even if it did, it wasn't as scary as it was that night in Claecynthia. My father took me to this world to protect me from the war that started at home, but little did he know that a war was taking place here too. A bloody war, almost identical to the one that broke out in the Underworld, was shaking the realm, leaving behind only corpses and pain. Again, two things that a child around my age shouldn't have heard about.
          My father, the king of the Underworld disappeared almost as soon as he appeared in this house and I pressed my palm against my face when sobs threatened to reveal my location. Hidden under the long table cloth which he threw over the kitchen table, I hugged my knees and tried to ignore the rain which drummed above me as it poured through the holes in the roof. Humans lived in this house once. They were still there. However, they were dead. Scattered across the building, their corpses started to decay slowly, but I tried not to breathe too much. The stench that surrounded me was terrible.
          Another thunder broke the silence and I winced as the front door flew open. For a moment, the sounds of war invaded the house. Screams combined with the clinking of metal and the suffocating smell of smoke and blood invaded my hideout. However, the moment passed and the door closed, silence taking control over the place again. Until a woman's heavy breaths filled the building. They filled me.
          With my palm still pressed against my mouth, I peeked from under the table, only to notice a woman covered in blood who was carrying a child in her arms. Soft sobs shook her body as she placed the sleeping child on the dirty floor. Biting her lower lip, she tried not to make too much noise as she cried bitter tears, gripping her chest. The sight of her hurt me. And I started to cry too.

Child: *he opened his eyes slowly and whispered in a shaky voice* Mom?
Woman: Shhh! *she whispered too as she wiped her tears* It's okay, Jungkook. Don't be scared! I'm here!
Jungkook: *he sobbed as he pressed his cheek against his mother's bloody chest* Where is dad?
Woman: *biting her lower lip, she tried her best to hold back the tears* He will meet us soon. We just need to stay hidden-

          She said, but her words got interrupted by a loud thunder and a demonic creature which flew right through the roof. Being the target of its claws, the woman pushed the little boy to the side, the latter landing on the rough floor, extremely close to the corpse of a boy around his age. A human boy that used to have dinner with his family at the table I was hiding under. A boy that used to play in this house that we were using as a hideout.
          Jungkook lifted his gaze, his cheeks glistening under the stains of tears, but I dragged him under the table and covered his mouth before he had the chance to see his mother being taken by the demon.