Enamoured

Chapter 2

Jimin hurried downstairs, the sound of his feet loud in his ears. He threw open his parents' bed room door open and sucked in a breath.

There was no one there.

He couldn't believe his eyes. Where was his family? Where could they have gone? He ran out of the room and checked the kitchen, the bathrooms, the basement but they were nowhere. A terrible thought creeped into Jimin's head. Had they left him here and ran away to save themselves?

No. That was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever thought of. He quickly dismissed it and dropped his head in his hands, breathing hard. He tried to make a mental note of everything that had happened today.

Namjoon believes angels and demons exist.

He saw two boys break through his roof and fight.

The boys were most probably angels because they fucking had wings and moved too fast than humanly possible.

His family is missing.

The last point was probably the most concerning and that made Jimin even more concerned considering the fact that his mental note consisted of boys with wings. He ran a frustrated hand over his hair and rubbed his hands together nervously. He needed to have a clear mind to think clearly and to start looking for his family but his head was too jumbled up.

It was then that he heard the screaming. He was too tangled up in his own thoughts to hear the chorus of screams and cries outside. He got up and threw open the front door. The scene outside could only be described as chaos. People were crying holding onto each other. Some were screaming, their fingers pointed at the sky. "Angels!". A girl was sitting on the road, her eyes transfixed to the ground, unaware of her surroundings. No one cared about the heavy rain pelting down on them or the wind blowing the trees so hard that Jimin was sure they would fall soon. No one cared about this, not with their front doors blown in, their windows shattered and their roofs broken. His house wasn't the only one affected. And his family wasn't the only one missing, judging from a little girl crying and calling out for her mother, her head tucked in the crook of her father's neck. He looked around and saw many people searching for their loved ones but failing.

Jimin glanced away and closed his eyes for a second, trying to let it all sink in. His clothes were soaked and stuck everywhere to his body. His feet were submerged in water that hadn't drained yet due to the non stop heavy rain. Beads of water ran along his face and he wiped them away furiously but it was useless because more appeared in their place. He stopped trying when he saw a group of adults standing in a circle and conversing quietly. He walked over to them and tried to snatch bits of their conversation to make sense of this situation.

"-saw them!! Do you think I'm lying?!"

"-find my wife! She was in the damn kitchen, she can't just-"

"We all saw them! No one thinks you're lying!"

"-don't exist-"

"-angels-"

Jimin backed away, the word angels echoing loudly in his ears. He had hoped that his eyes had betrayed him then, that what he saw was just his imagination. Why can't his prayers ever come true?

"Praying won't help you anymore. As from now, everyone is on their own."

What had the boy meant by that? Why won't their prayers be answered anymore? Were they really on their own?

Jimin sighed.

He waited for the door to open, biting his lower lip in worry. He needed to see a familiar face and let everything out. Plus he needed help in finding his family. But most of all, he needed hope.