A bottle of stardust (SVT)

Wings

Jeonghan and Chan
Scared, tired pants filled the smoky air. Two boys were running, running from the burning wreckage surrounding them, coughing the ashes out of their mouths and wiping the tears from their irritated eyes. The horizon was a hazy line, brown and uninviting. The boys carried no belongings, only holding each other's hands in steely grips. Flames danced around them, reaching out to the two boys, but for some reason, the fire seem to recoil upon approaching them. Shadows and silhouettes pursued them. "H...hyung!" The younger boy said breathlessly, "Where are we going to go?" The older brother winced and tightened his grip around his younger brother's hand. "Safe, we must go somewhere safe..." The older murmured, but he seemed to be talking to himself instead, assuring himself. The younger boy fell, and the older boy cried, "Chan!" They caught each other, picking up the pace. "There!" Chan pointed at an abandoned house, "We can hide there, Jeonghan!" Jeonghan knew the stakes were high, but they were tired and needed somewhere to hide. The doors were heavy but determination aided the boys to push open them, and they stumbled in. Hurring to lock the doors, they surveyed the area. Jeonghan rested his palms on his knees and caught his breath. "We...we need to get help." Chan turned to look at his brother. "But who will come now? Who hasn't been caught or killed yet?" Jeonghan looked pained but fought down his panic and fear. "Well-" He stopped when he heard gruff voices outside. The two boys widened their eyes in fear and clamped a hand over their own mouths firmly.
"Where do you think those freaks are?" One man spoke outside.
"I don't know, but I'm tired, let's check tomorrow, anyway most of them should have died from the fire."
The boys didn't make a sound until the roar of a helicopter's engine was heard, then faded. They exhaled in relief and slumped to the ground in exhaustion. "We'll be safe for a night, then we have to keep moving," Jeonghan assured his brother. "Go, sleep, I'll take watch." "No, hyung! You have to rest too," Chan protested. Jeonghan's heart ached but agreed. As they sank into an uneasy slumber, Jeonghan wondered if he would wake up alive tomorrow.
As weak rays of sunlight fought pass the smoke and drifted into the house, the two boys awoke from a restless sleep. They quickly got up and peered through the windows. Most of the fire had died down, but a few stubborn embers flickered among the debris. Jeonghan's heart clenched to see his home in that state, but they left the house and fled. Hours past and they kept going forward. They hoped they would be safe, hope that they can reach somewhere safe, but-

The sound of helicopter blades sliced through the air, too close for the boy's comfort. Another house was in view, and, desperate, the boys raced into the house, the cold metal lock echoing a little too loudly. They slouched against the doors, but their heartbeats raced when they heard loud footsteps approaching.
"Demons, surrender yourself to us or we will approach with force!"
Chan looked terrified and Jeonghan knew he reflected that look, but he put on a mask of calm. Then, he heard a small sound. Jeonghan knew what sound that was. That was the sound of a match being lit. They were in a house made of old wood. The house would go out in flames the minute the match touched the door. Chan looked at his older brother fearfully, but Jeonghan decided something, he knew it would break his brother's heart but they had no choice.
"Chan, close you eyes and count to fifty."
"But-"
"Chan."
Jeonghan's voice was weak, fragile. They had ran for so long. They were tired.
"Close your eyes."
Chan obliged, and began counting.
"Fifty. Forty-nine. Forty-eight..."
The match hit the ground.
"Together till the end, little brother," Jeonghan whispered through the tears and feathery angel wings spread and shielded his brother as the house erupted in flames.