Chasing You..

Ch - 35 Hope?!

Jungkook's pov

As soon as I stepped into the door, I immediately recoiled from the heat. I flinched back against the wall, squinting, trying to see the little red box that I knew was down at the bottom of the stairs. I fumbled my way along the wall until my fingers grazed the protruding box, silently praying someone else hadn't already taken it.

"Come on, please, come on," I mumbled, coughing from the smoke that filled my lungs.

I ran my fingers over the front and let out the breath I was holding when I realised that the glass was intact. Pulling my arm back, I thrust my elbow into it, smashing the glass. Shoving my hand inside quickly, I grabbed the small fire extinguisher and fire blanket from inside. I silently thanked my training because things like scoping out the nearest exit or points of interests - like fireboxes - stuck in my mind.

Keeping my back against the wall, I slowly made my way up the stairs, counting them as I went so I could keep track. The flames were everywhere. I tried to keep focussed on the job at hand and not take in the body of an old man that was burning just inside his apartment next door to Taehyung's.

It was so hot that the sweat that beaded on my forehead, immediately started to evaporate. My eyes seemed to be drying out, making it a little hard to blink. All I could think about was Han. My heart was pounding in my chest, the sound of it was almost dwarfing the crackling and hissing of the fire that was burning everywhere around me. Thankfully, the stairs were clear; it was just the smoke I was fighting against at the moment. That, and the fact that there was burning debris scattered everywhere.

When I got to the top of the stairs, I knew I was thirteen paces from their front door. I gripped the banister, keeping my eyes trained on the open door as I jumped over a hole that had literally burnt through to the floor below. I held on tightly to the fire extinguisher - our only hope. I would have to grab Han and pray that the stairs were still clear when we got back here, if not then we were both screwed.

I refused to feel the terror that was boiling in the pit of my stomach. All I could think about was what I would see in there. Would I be too late? Would I see the little kid that I loved so much, dead? I had never been more scared in my life at what awaited me in their apartment. But I pushed the horror away and forced myself through the door.

As soon as I stepped in, I gasped. Theirs was one of the worst affected from what I'd seen so far. Debris lay everywhere; there was literally no ceiling in their lounge, it was all burning rapidly in the middle of their floor.

"HAN?" I shouted desperately.

I knew it was useless though, there was no way he was alive if he was in here. My eyes settled on his bedroom door. It was closed, but there were flames dancing on the frame of it, it wouldn't be long before the door was on fire too. There was a huge pile of burning wood in front of it; I had no idea how I was going to get across there. I zipped up my wet hoodie, praying that the water from the hose would keep my clothes from catching alight.

"HAN? Kid? Are you okay?" I shouted, as I ran towards the flames, grabbing the fire blanket and beating the flames with it, trying to get them to die down a little. I hissed through my teeth as my hand went into the flames for a split second.

"Fuck!" I shouted, feeling the desperation settling over me. I couldn't lose him; I couldn't let Taehyung go through losing his child. I loved the kid like my own, and this was killing me knowing he was on the other side of that door and I couldn't get to him.

If he could just open his door, then maybe I would be able to make the jump across to him. But with his door closed like that, I would slam into it and fall back into the flames.