Key (BTS fanfiction)

Warm hands

Cold...

I shiver, the concrete and brick walls seem to emit the very essence of cold as I curl up into a ball, watching the feet of people passing by. Rain has started to sprinkle from the sky and I cough up more blood, hoping the others are fairing better than I. I, I don't think I'm going to make it...I press my hand to my side and wince, at least three of my ribs are broken.

Well, I hope the others survive.

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Hoseok's P.O.V.

"Grey hair, hot, tall..."

I murmur Tae's garbled description under my breath as I search strangers faces. If she was hurt wouldn't she go to the hospital? Aish, I can't figure out where she'd go, especially if she was running from someone. A roasted nut vendor starts trying to sell me a bag of food and I try to decline, scanning the crowd for either the band or the girl.

"What about for your girlfriend?"

"I, I don't have one?"

I respond, his eyes glinting with something I'm not too sure about.

"...I do have a friend with grey hair, have you seen her?"

He clicks his tongue against rotten teeth, laughing at me before serving another customer. While scooping the bag full he glances at me, shrugging his shoulders.

"I may have, I may have not. Information is precious isn't it?"

I feel a burst of anger spark in my chest and try to stay calm, this weird old guy knows something and obviously wants to make money off of it.

"I don't have anything for you, but if you tell me what you saw-"

"No information for you."

He spits out, going back to calling customers in from the flow of people. I curse and search my pockets for something, only coming up with an empty wrapper and some lint.

"That's a nice watch you have, isn't it?"

I glance down at the Rolex on my wrist, a gift from my mother before I left to start training.

"It isn't for sale."

I say, it's one of the only things I have to remind me of my family.

"Ah, that's alright, I didn't see anything anyways."

He says with a a shrug before slowly drawing a line on his cheek, smiling a crooked smile and serving another customer. Tae said she was injured, a gash on her cheek...

Hoseok's P.O.V.

I guess everything does have a price, I muse while unhooking the gold watch from my wrist. My Mom saved up months for this, she was so proud to give it to me the day I left.

"First tell me where she went."

I demand when his greasy hands leap forward to snatch it out of my grasp.

"She went that way, the men chasing her stopped here to ask me where she went, but I didn't tell them. They even offered me money! Check the alley way down there-"

And he gestures with his hand while taking my watch with the other.

"That's the last I saw of her."

And I run.

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Hack!

I cough up more blood into my palm, smearing it onto the ratty bomber jacket I've held onto, the wings emblem faded on the back to the point you can barely differentiate between feathers and stains. My heart conjures up a bitter hurt at the crowds of people who notice me and offer a disgusted glance of distain, too busy with their own lives to care. I'm shivering. The pain in my side is making me want to faint. I'm about to let my eye lids fall and sleep, my brief state of unconsciousness didn't last long, when I hear footsteps coming down the alley. They slow down close to me and I feel the adrenaline start to flow through my veins yet again.

Then they stop.

I try to pull my legs back up underneath me and stand, my heart ready to fight again, but they buckle before I can even get half way standing. I collapse, letting out a weak sob when they step closer. I give up. This whole life has just been too much, too short, too harsh.

Then someone's hand is caressing my cheek, wiping away the fresh tears and smearing them into the dried blood staining my face.

"Tae was right, you, you're beautiful. And you're injured, Shit that's a lot of blood."

I pull Wing's jacket tighter around my shoulders, flinching away from this strange man with kind hands and worry in his eyes. My trained mind tells me to shove his hand away, to spit and curse until he steps back because you never, ever, let people see you hurt. It meant your death. But the rain has only worsened, and he's pulled his hand away from my face, but not completely. Instead it hovers there, a silent inquiry as to if he's allowed to take my own and help me stand.

Heart or mind.

I have to decide.

Which will guide my decision.

And slowly I reach out, letting my calloused hand slide into his warm, tanned palm. He goes to pull me up but my legs buckle underneath me yet again, and I yelp. I pull my hand away from my side to see the blood hasn't quite stopped, and tighten my grip on his hand.

"Hey Yoongi? Yeah I found her, can you call an Uber? We'll need to bring her back to the dorm...she's lost a lot of blood."

He's talking into a phone while pressing his own hand against my side, I myself feel consciousness sliding away.

"Noona, don't sleep, stay awake, for me?"

His words are laced with panic as my eyelids flutter closed, my body sliding down to the ground. His arms catch me before I fall, and his chest is probably the warmest thing I've ever felt as he holds me close. The rain continues to pour as a hyper guy comes over and starts freaking out, pointing and jabbering about something to a group of guys. I grab onto the kind mans shirt, curling my fingers into the fabric as a wave of pain passes over me. My beanie slide off my head and falls to the ground, landing in a puddle of muddy water. The hyper guy starts to scream again, blabbering away and pointing his finger at me,

well,

it's not every day you see a girl with wolf ears.

(Hey hoooooooo got this chapter up took a hot minute though. Had my cousin editing for me over my shoulder so that may or may not have made me write better heh. Get the comments rolling in Babes! Peace in! R.O.)