【Original】The Forgotten Lights

----Chapter 20

*Kris' POV*

Hansol sat there looking up at me, his mouth moved slightly. It looked as if he wanted to speak. "Hansol?" I questioned. He suddenly looked to the ceiling, and his eyes closed. "Hansol?" I repeated. This can't be happening. "Hansol!!!" I cried loudly. I could hear Luna crying as well. I was too late. "HANSOL WAKE UP!!!" I yelled loudly. He was just lying there. His eyes still closed. I stood up quickly, and ran out the door. Fleeing down the hallway, I reached the outside of the base. I collapsed hard onto my knees. I could see Siha, Taeil and my father. They all ran over, concerned. "Kris?" Siha questioned. "Kris? What's wrong?" He asked, shaking my shoulders. Should I tell them? My father knelt down next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder. Taeil was just glaring at me. I don't think he knew what to do. Siha looked at me. "Kris... did Hansol.... Is Hansol d-dead?" He asked, sobbing. I looked up at him with a tear stained face. My father let me go, and ran off into the base. I think I knew where he was going. Siha pulled me close. He was trying his best at comforting me. And it was working. Taeil finally knelt down, and was rubbing my shoulders. A similar way to what Luna was doing. "Siha, he's a bit broken." Luna said, walking up to us. Taeil looked up. "We noticed." He replied.

*Jungkook's POV*

I arrived at the new base with my brother and my sons' friend, Siha, only to find my son collapsing to the ground with a devastating look on his face. We all ran toward him. "Kris?" Siha questioned, running ahead of me. "Kris? What's wrong?" He asked, looking to Kris and shaking the boy's shoulders. I wasn't too sure of what to do, I have never been around my own kids. I was only ever there for the first few years of Ryeowook's life. My brother, Taeil, stood there, and obviously had no clue what to do either. I knelt down next to Kris, and put my arm around his shoulders. Siha looked to Kris, now he was crying. Are they telepathically speaking to one another? It seemed like it, the way Siha was exchanging looks with Kris. "Kris... did Hansol.... Is Hansol d-dead?" Siha asked the boy, sobbing. Kris looked up slowly, with a pained expression. No. Hansol can't be dead too. I already lost enough of my family to the enemy. I quickly let go of Kris, and stood up. Turning quickly I ran into the base, almost knocking over a young woman. I needed to find my son. It can't be true. I looked into each room, desperately trying to find my boy. It can't be true. I ran a little faster, and almost too fast. It can't be true. Finally, looking around a corner I saw him. I slowly entered the room. "Hansol...?" I muttered under my breath. He wasn't moving. I moved closer to the bed he was lying on. Reaching my hand out, I touched his bandaged stomach. The blood staining the bandage was unbearable to look at. I closed my eyes slightly. I opened them and looked away from the bandage. "Hansol..." I muttered again. Was he breathing? I questioned myself. He wasn't breathing. There was a stinging sensation in my eye, so I quickly rubbed it. What is this? Am I... am I crying? Why am I crying? I haven't cried for a long time. I... I kind of forgot what it felt like to be sad. That's what the enemy had drummed into my head when they took me away from Mina, back then I had left for the military. Mina was pregnant with Kris at the time, then I came back, but then I had to go again, and I was taken by the enemy. I then learned the enemy's language- 'English'-, learned where they come from, and that they referred to themselves as 'Americans'. I certainly don't know where this 'America' is, but I sure as hell don't want to go there. Sounds like a horrible place, considering what I heard from one of the soldiers. They took me away from my family, I thought I had them again, then I lost them. And the other day when Kris told me Ryeowook and Mina were dead, I couldn't even bring myself to cry then. Even after Kris shouted at me like that. I wasn't even there when Kris, nor Hansol, were born. And to think Kris is now 17, I clearly know very little about my sons, and how they grew up. I don't know what is wrong with me. When I arrived at that restaurant that night, I wasn't expecting to find Kris and Hansol. Although, I was relieved, I still had no idea how to handle not one, but two teenagers! I sighed a little, holding Hansol's hand in mine. His finger twitched a little. I haven't seen a dead person in a while. Especially a child. Do dead people twitch? I wasn't sure. I am not as smart as I used to be. I sat down on a chair next to Hansol's bed. I don't know what else to do. Kris doesn't even like me at all, how are we going to get along? It only seemed as if Hansol liked me. I don't know what Ryeowook would have thought about me. I squeezed on Hansol's hand slightly. I can't believe this. I lost two of my sons, and my wife. I still haven't gotten over the fact that three of my family members are gone. A tear drizzled down my cheek. If only I had been there when they needed me.