Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

28: The Star That Fell Out Of The Sky

You cannot see. 

All that exists is smoke.  Smoke and heat so scalding that you feel like your skin is on fire.  Maybe it is on fire.  Maybe you are dying.  Maybe you're already dead.  And this is hell because you know you've sinned. 

Except that you could still feel the air enter your gasping mouth. You can feel the rise and fall of you chest. Feel.  That's all you can do. Feel dust coat your skin and make it itchy.  Feel something poke into your back.  Feel something wet drop onto your stomach. And pain.  Pain throbbing nervous impulses inside your body telling you to wake up.  Do something.  Move. 

Plop.

An incessant high pitched squealing like the sound of a UPS or siren pierces your ears.  All other sounds is abandoned except for the mosquito frequency alarm.  You take another shuddering breath.  You don't know how long you've been lying like this.  But after a long ten minutes of just feeling,  breathing and heart beating you've come to the conclusions that you,  Y/N, are still alive. 

Plop.

Slowly,  ever so slowly,  like a butterfly first flying off its first leaf,  you open your eyes. Darkness enters your sight and you open wider only to allow more darkness. Were you seeing? Or have you gone blind? 

You blink,  and then blink faster,  fear engulfing you again as you start to panic at the thought of losing sight.  But as seconds pass your eyes adjust softly and you begin to make out shapes.  You can not just smell but see the smoke now.  You can see the debri and the dust and the ruins of broken concrete and brick surrounding you.

Plop. Plop.

The sounds of wetness fades in more clearly into your hearing matching with the continuous drilling you feel on your stomach.  You try to lift your neck to see but then:

"Don't move,  Y/N."

You freeze.  You know that voice. A voice... His voice... Brings so much safety and comfort.  You raise your neck at once,  disobeying the orders of the voice and look straight forward. 

"Oh my god!!!"

You croak,  voice barely audible. He's hovering above you,  protecting you from the raining debris of destroyed buildings. His face is caked with grime and sweat from holding posture.  Your eyes travel down to his once white shirt now soaking red at a spot. 

Drip.  Drip. 

"H-H-Hoseok, " You breathe his name,  reaching a hand up to touch the wound.  tears come to your eyes.  He doesn't seem too hurt as his reponse is quick.  "Don't cry, " He says at once.  "Please... Please don't cry. "

But you can't help it.  Tears well up faster than before at the sight of him like this.  You find strength in your pain and prop yourself up,  pushing past him.  He groans and you do the first thing you can think of doing. 

You rip off his shirt. 

Your eyes catch the wound at once. It looks like he'd fallen onto a brick or the corner of the road or something.  A bruised graze across his skin leaks blood bit by bit from him. Your body relaxes with relief when you see its just a graze,  not too harmless or deep. His toned muscle clenched beneath it serves as a good barrier for his body. However, the sight of the blood and the wound make you want to throw up. 

"Are you okay?" He asks,  eyes not leaving you. 

"Me? " You cry,  almost sobbing.  "Me?!  Hoseok look at you!  You're bleeding!!!"

"Yeah, " He agrees with a groan.  He presses his hand to the spot,  wincing as he does so. "It's not too bad though. I'm fine."

"I... I, " You begin not knowing what to say.  You reach forward and cup his cheek in your hand, too overwhelmed to speak. He bites his lip looking uncomfortable. He's leaning over you,  arms on the ground on either side of your waist,  searching your body for signs of damage.  Your legs fall between his but you don't even notice.