LOST BOYS | BTS DYSTOPIA GANG AU

Chapter 4

~Seoyeon's POV

I turn to the direction of the source of the voice to see a group of boys, some carrying each other and another one limping, they are probably REIGN soldiers looking for someone to help them, this was a common occurrence. I would simply pretend to know nothing or just run back inside locking the door.

But these ones, they are hurt. Hurt bad.

My brother rushes to my side, taking my wrist. "Not good." He says gesturing to what looks like a rifle slung across one of the boy's back, "Look they're armed."

"Probably REIGN soldiers. You go inside I'll handle this." He says pulling me towards the door.

"REIGN soldiers? You know what REIGN does with their soldiers if they get hurt," I say,

The majority of REIGN's soldiers were just lost souls just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were expendable in the eyes of the REIGN commanders; if they were to be injured they would be left to die, but the reason for such the immense amount of REIGN soldiers is because of the lure of drugs. In this shitty world, it gave some relief to this grayscale, painful thing they call a life. The drugs, they are addictive as well; one tablet is all it takes to make you crazy for more.

It's pitiful really, me and my brother watch many of the dying soldiers roam the streets, we can't help them though as much as we want to, they are desperate people.

But just say if we did help one of them, he or she would go back to REIGN and reveal our medical practice. REIGN needed medics and as many as they can with the amount of injured they have, and with revealing a medical practice a boost in the ranks would come to that same REIGN soldier we helped meaning more drugs, better food and a warm bed for the cost of life, it's appalling seeing what chaos and inhumane actions REIGN has brought to once a shining city.

But how do we know if we take in a REIGN soldier he or she will go running back to the same arms that tossed them out to die? Me and my brother knew many other medics, every single one of them has been taken because they helped those dying soldiers on the streets.

"I haven't seen them in a group before, they're helping each other." I murmur "It's usually 'one for all and all for one' for the soldiers."

"There's always time for 'firsts', I don't want you to end up getting kidnaped, who knows what they did to the other medics."

"They're hurt really bad Jihoon."

He lets out a long sigh, dragging his hands down his face, "Fine, we'll help them, we'll have to see if they have an identification tattoo, if so I'll finish them quickly in their condition."

"But listen to me," he says grabbing my shoulders so that I face him, his face firm and serious, "You know where to go when things go bad," he makes a gesture with his eyes, he's referring to the trapdoor in the backyard.

"You're strong you can find another place to settle down if this one is gone, find trustworthy people to stick with and continue with treating others."

I nod and he nods back and reaches for something in his jeans, from his side he pulls out a long black object; a forearm length sheath along with a knife encased in it.

"You can take this just in case."

He turns and walks to the group of boys taking one of the unconscious or possibly dead members bringing him inside.