He finally learns why they say it's blind. It'll take failing more than once for Jungkook, Joon, and friends to see the importance of love, friendship and sacrifice--and to defeat Death before it defeats them.
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All-BTS Fantasy AU
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Sequel to Take...
Hoseok could feel the jostle of the blade on his back, the blood pounding through his temples and the rush of adrenaline in his veins. His ears were sharp, his muscles in a push-and-pull as he raced through tight rows of tents towards the mess hall. Without a second thought, he peeled the shortsword from his back in his right hand and peeled the flap of the tent back with his left as he ran inside.
A too-sweet smell. That's not dessert.
Jung Hoseok crouched low and crept hurriedly along the side of the tent, his eyes searching through the darkness inside. His feet padded hurriedly, the smell getting stronger until he braced to a stop--still standing in a low crouch.
One body. The head chef.
Hoseok held in a sigh, taking in the sight of the plump woman that lay dead between picnic tables. Then his eyes caught a second form on the floor, this one on the far side of the room. He gripped tighter at the blade and ran. But as he got closer to the form, he saw the dark pool next to it of more blood.
Two bodies. A cafeteria aide.
Their big gaping eyes were glassy. Hoseok jumped up onto a table and scanned the room. There was no one else.
There should be three more main attendants. Where are they?
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Hoseok jumped down from the table and raced towards the smaller adjacent tent to the cafeteria, where the team bunked. Through one flap, then another.
This tent was smaller, and the light was on inside it as Hoseok crept through the wide open flap. Inside, a chair was on its side and a broken mirror was scattered like jagged snow across the messy room crowded with clothes and bunk beds.
"GHA!"
A young woman came running straight for Hoseok with a frying pan in her hands and a wild look in her eyes.
Hoseok dodged out of the way. Realizing the terror in her eyes, Hoseok sheathed the shortsword in his hand onto his back. "Hey! Hold on there!"
"AHHHH!" The girl turned and ran for him a second time.
Hoseok dodged easily and, with little effort, twisted that frying pan out of the girl's hands. After he did so, she cowered towards the back of the room like a frightened, angry dog, her little chest heaving in panic. Hoseok carefully set the frying pan down on a cot next to him.
"Hey," he spoke softly. "It's ok. My name's Jung Hoseok. You know me. Commander Hoseok."
Recognition settled into her, but that didn't stop her from heaving panicked breaths.
"Hey, it's ok. I'm not gonna hurt you. I came to find out what happened to you and your friends." He crouched low like he was going to sit down on the floor in a show of vulnerability. "I came to help."
She let out in an angry screech, "Where are my friends?!"
"What do your friends look like? Let me help you find them."
