VHope Fluffshots

Sanctuary

It was cold.

The snow all around the village was tainted by footprints and pools of red. Homes were on fire, people screaming cut off by the sounds of gunfire, followed by the dull thud of another dead body kissing the snow. 

Fourteen-year-old Hoseok had been holed up in his family's storage shed, only about a few feet from his shabby home. There was food and medical supplies in it, but it meant nothing to him right now. Nothing but surviving was on his mind. 

He held in his quiet sobs as he listened to the sound of his home being broken into by the raiders, flinching at his sister's shrill screams. She was the one who threw Hoseok into his hiding spot, promising him that she would come back and get him once the raid was over. 

The gunshots that cut her off told the boy he'd never see her ever again, not alive, at least. 

"Noona," Hoseok whispered, shivering in his pajamas and thin jacket as he remained in his little safe haven, mourning over the only person he had left. 

He was all alone now. 

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"Asshole!" Taehyung gritted out, jaw clenched tightly as he nearly dodged the bullet that a raider aimed at him. 

He shot back, successfully killing the man that tried to kill him. The freshly-turned seventeen-year-old hurdled dead bodies and flying bullets, the cold stinging his cheeks and making his eyes water. 

He'd been rogue like this for a long time; when his own village was destroyed, his older brother got him out. They lived together away from everyone else in the mountains, along with a boy named Park Jimin. He was the same age as Taehyung, but not nearly as nice; he watched his parents die right before his eyes. That type of thing does things to people. 

"Tae! We gotta get going! All the raiders are nearly dead!" Jimin screamed. He was about ten yards away, holding one raider in a choke-hold before he slit his throat. 

Taehyung didn't say a word, instead opting to see if he could find any medical supplies for the series of injuries he, Namjoon and Jimin obtained during this raid. 

Scuffling could be heard in one run-down home, so he snuck his way into the back window, taking note of the open storage shed a few feet away. 

He landed almost silently, his boots making a clatter on the blood-stained floor. The boots were the only drawback, but it didn't matter much in times like this. 

As Taehyung crept through the house, quiet sobbing could be heard. It sounded like the sobs of a young child and his heart broke knowing that the child's parents were most likely dead from the raiders. 

Instead, he found a boy not much older than himself crouching over a young woman. She was covered in blood; apparently she put up a fight, since her blood tracked from the back of the house all the way to the fireplace, which burned bright enough to illuminate her unseeing eyes. 

"Noona, you promised! Y-you promised! Don't leave m-me here!" the boy cried, clutching tight to one of her hands. Tears seemed to burn down his face, leaving it red and blotchy. Taehyung remembered being in a similar position as this boy, except it was his and Namjoon's father. 

"Hey," he said cautiously, keeping his distance as the boy's head snapped to his direction, eyes wide in fear. 

"No! D-don't kill me like y-you killed h-her!" he screamed, and Taehyung immediately dropped his gun and held his hands up in surrender. 

"I didn't kill her. I killed the people who killed her. I'm not bad." 

The boy deflated in relief at that statement, looking back down to his dead sister. Taehyung crept forward and closed her eyes, crossing the arm that the boy didn't have a hold of over her chest. After a little convincing, the boy finally let go, doing the same to her other arm.