CROSSFIRE (got7 x Bts x monstax x svt )

(21)

(First point of view)

It took seconds. For everything to fall apart again.
 

When did everything change? The sensation of blood rushed through my head-- pounding against my skull beating every thought into fragments. Blank, meaningless words are thrown out but simultaneously kept spilling. The piercing sound of silence impacted my ears and jumbled into a static noise where it muffled my ears but a faint cluster of 'I'm sorry for your lost' manage to break through. 

It can't- it can't be true, they were here, they were here. 

"How did they-" My throat burned, " How did they-" Shaky and broken, it seemed impossible with the small cries that erupted. I sealed my dangerously curious lips to stop the noise all together. However the officer knew with one look.  

 "They helped the people escape. They died helping others." The officer spoke in pauses, making sure each word would sink in. I felt at ease- the curiosity ,the pain, of 'not knowing', was put to rest at last. The ashes of it flowed out of my eyes and onto my lap.  

I tighten my lips but they quivered with each word, "Thank you for everything officer". My lips curved upward for a split second but disappeared as fast as it appeared. Reality hit us as did the dwindling sunlight that grows faint, almost vanishing completely. He gently smiled as he stands up to leave taking some of my burden and energy. Just like the day, he left me to another sleepless night. The door clicked and once again I was alone, in the same place I was a year ago. Did everything change or just went back to before?

My back hits the rough wooden door. The last bit of energy withered from my legs like dead leaves. They drop to the solemn ground, the cold surface trembled underneath my fingertips. The whole apartment was in front of me, yet I couldn't recognize it. Everyday -everyday I tried to take away your pain by doing small things- small things. So you wouldn't be burden.  I ran back in a heartbeat but was I too late? Were you already gone? I'm sorry. I couldn't save you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 

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{Officer's Point of view}

The empty car felt more colder than usual, more lonely. The eerie silence became unbearable. Everyday it seemed like I am reminded of you, a never ending memory. A sigh left my lips once- twice. She reminds me of you- always hiding behind her smile. 

I turn to see the case file underneath a pile of paperwork. I open it without knowing it, I reread the details, the description, the photos- even the side notes. Jeon Jiwoo, Kim Matthew, kim taehyung, Jeon Somin. The first names of the casualty, more names on the list of victim of corruption, and new names to the list of the one's I couldn't save. The small flame grew and burned until it was blasting and roaring into a wildfire, the fire I kept in check until now. Until now, I realized the frustration beyond the grief. 

"Dammit!" I punched the wheel, I run my hands through my hair. The overwhelming frustration burned, ached, and cried. Yet it burned itself out by fear.  As long as I wear my badge I can at least pay my debt to society. I can't stop the evil, I can only enforce order. I start my car and in moments I drive off ready to go back to the same reality.

{Third point of view}

He enter the madness of the crowded city. He walked in his own world cause the one outside his own ignored him. So he walks his own lonely pathway, unbothered. Aimlessly walking throughout the extravagant city that lights up the night sky, outshining the moon and stars altogether. He sits on a bench of a bus stop observing the people- strangers. He close his eyes to hear the oblique sound of voices speaking in unison- the harmony of people breathing, speaking, laughing- being human. "How Lucky", he thought as he continued watching the young people laughing, of the mother talking to her children, of the couple kissing- the more he stayed there, the more he felt out of place- like an outcast. Yet he admired it. 

The sweet daydream was crushed by bitter reality. He shot his eyes open and pieces of the dream tore apart. A small tingling sensation poked at his palm, like rain drops falling from the sky. It quickly grew and pinched, that pinched ached into a wild circuit, violently thrashing around. It hit like a hurling lighting bolt, it struck him with great force, the pain cut through him and split his body into two. His legs, arms, and body froze in time with no escape. The electrifying pain shot every nerve, it ripped through veins with energy intruding and every movement was a like glass shattering. "What the hell is this?"Jis voice ragged and hitched. He winced in pain, his breath knocked out and his face twisted with horror. He holds onto the bench for his dear life, he tries to keep himself from falling further, he fights and clings onto the bench with the little power he had. Time passes like a tidal wave and seconds later it washed over. It left but some part remained with him. His breathing is wild and soaring. He tries to catch his lost breath and his lungs fill with the summer breeze. He looked and looked but could not pinpoint the source- whatever it was, was now gone. However the energy  lingered and stayed.  It stayed still, in his body and palms. As it slowly becoming apart of him, he craved for more. 

"Lost something Wonho?" A voice called out, a voice that his ear grew accustomed to. He turned around with tense muscles and bruised fist that was a shade darker than the night sky. 

 " What are you doing here Mark." Wonho growled- rather than asked- he ran his fingers through his silky hair. He calmed himself mentally and composed his posture. So he stood up tall- taller than he actually was. " Did you miss me?", he made a simple smile but was more cunning than any other.

"There's nothing to miss." Mark spit back in low voice but was loud enough for the other to hear clearly. Mark tilted his head slightly to the side, "All you do is talk and say useless things" 

Wonho pushed his tongue against his cheek, already counting stars to control his anger. "Atleast," Wonho narrowed his eyes. He took his time and let his words out slowly, " I have the guts to speak up". Wonho who has been taking small steps before finally stopped right in front of Mark. The tension was fueling with ignorant anger and ghastly wrath that was waiting to be unraveled. One wrong move and the whole city would be in ruins. 

"You're right" Mark said with a smirk, he hated the thought of  Wonho having the last word and making him quiet. He was a quiet person but hated to be silence by others. "But running your mouth like that might get you in trouble." Mark threaten with an unusually calm voice. 

"Better watch who you threaten Mark." Wonho snapped, he took a step closer with tight white fist. "If I were you, I would focus on your little princess" Wonho scarcely said as if it was a secret. Yet it was enough for Mark's face to drain to an anguished pale color that matched the moon. Wonho saw his walls crumble into dust and took his chance to push mark, but mark too lost allowed himself to be pushed. Mark did not know how to react or what to say. He only thought of Y/n and even pictured her frail smile. He wanted to pretend as if he did not know the selfless and naive girl. He questioned why he cared, why he bothered, why he felt so defensive, why he worried and why his heart dropped at the thought of Y/n, he wanted to know why. 

Wonho satisfied, walked away but wasn't finished, "Others might catch her first" With that, the iron-heart man trembled.

A/N :sorry if there's typos.