We Run Around With Monsters Under Our Feet [m.y+j.h]

5.SACRIFICE [PRT1]

11:30 am.

The town was crowded with every man and his dog. A sea of mourners with bowed heads facing Central Well. Surrounding the well were dancers, each one in an outfit of red, singing their song of sacrifice. They chanted rhymes that would supposedly end the monsters life but with each person that went down it proved inoperative. Still, it was a tradition and worth a try.

As Hoseok took his first steps out the car, Jungkook pulling tightly at the bottom of his jumper; everyone fell silent. A spell that muted all the talks and rumours. The only sound was footfalls of the doomed, the friend and the family. Many placed a hand over their heart as Hoseok stepped past. The sea parted for the boy who was going to die.

Lanterns were lit up in multiple colours connecting street lamp to street lamp. Everyone was one unharmed body, under the safety of the light, unless you were Hoseok. He was food for a monster. A tragic loss of life. A loss of life people would forget the name of because he was just a 20 year old man sacrificed to a beast.

A drum was played to the beat of Hoseok's steps. It took every nerve in him to not start running and watch as the drummer flailed to keep up with his pace. He would run away, anywhere that wasn't here with the sympathetic glares and halfhearted apologies. He'd take Jungkook with him, and his family, of course. Take them far away from the terror and patronising people that will take every opportunity they can to console the grieving family.

'But your son is a hero.' No. Their son is dead.

Jungkook wiggled his hand into Hoseok's pocket when they reached the front. Eyes full of blood thirst drank them in. The Serenity Seekers whispered into their walkie-talkies stating that the food was on the table.

To the boys surprise, in the front row stood no other than Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Taehyung and Kim Namjoon. They were all huddled together, which was strange considering none of them really knew each other. Each one of the males were holding the letter Hoseok delivered the night before. Unopened and full of questions.

The eldest, Jin, smiled softly towards Hoseok. Beckoning him over with the nod of his head.

"Wow, I didn't expect you guys to turn up."  Hobi chuckled, scratching nervously with the hand that wasn't intertwined with Jungkook's.

"Well there was an ominous letter at my door signed from you and it would've been wrong not to." The male sighed, smiling towards Jungkook in a sign of greeting.

"It's nice to see you once again." Hoseok spoke. The other half of his sentence sounding too gruesome for him to continue it's nice to see you again, you know, before I die.

"Ah same goes to you Hobi. I thought you would've forgotten about me." Hoseok's heart ached at that. How could he forget a man like Kim Seokjin? The man was intelligent in ways that not even Einstein was. Seokjin was a person of the people. A soft, friendly face with a matching attitude. The elder male didn't realise his importance in Hoseok's life. How he kept him somewhat sane. How could he forget?

"Would never do that, Jin. You know for a fact that I'm not one to forget."

Jin couldn't argue with the fact, Hoseok was a boy in touch with reality and was one of the most trustworthy guys around the area. He sighed. "It won't be the same without you."

"Yeah, people have said that. But I won't be far." Hoseok looked over to Jungkook who was worrying his bottom lip raw. The young boy had said the same phrase as Seokjin many times. Jungkook smiled, it not quite reaching his eyes but nonetheless an attempt of happiness.

"Oi, Shithead. What's this about?" The hoarse voice ripped Hoseok away from Jungkook and Seokjin.

"Hello to you too, Kim Taehyung." The boy rolled his eyes.