Home Away From Home; Vmin

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Third Person

Wonho stood on shaky legs and looked around. There was burning wood all over and the grass was coated with a thin coat of black. His mind started racing as the last thing he remembered seeing was Jimin go flying. His eyes went around so fast that his mind couldn't keep up as he went to work looking for his boss. He didn't pay any mind to the bodies around him or the people groaning and shuffling.

He had one focus. The sight of his boss being burned all over and in pain filled his mind next. The pure fear on his face.

First Person ~Jimin~

My body burned. Blood was coming out of my ears. I couldn't move or hear. The only thing I could hear actually was ringing. Loud ringing. With a hand I glided it across my body and point something embedded in my abdomen. As much as I could feel everything I also didn't hurt. It was adrenaline. I knew that.

Being covered by something also didn't help. My vision was also blurry. The car shouldn't of blown like that. Someone must of planted a bomb too.

With that thought I tried sitting up unsuccessfully. Night was coming and if I wasn't found by then, which shouldn't be too hard, then it would be even harder. Calling out for help wouldn't be that easy either, the most I could manage was a normal speaking voice.

I rubbed furiously at my eyes till I could somewhat see and tried pushing myself up again. This time with much more success. There was a big piece of metal resting on both of my legs. They weren't crushed, just under it. With much effort I pulled myself away and looked around. The smoke was making it hard to tell where exactly I was. Not knowing how far I was thrown was bad. Not knowing if there was internal injuries was bad. The ringing became quieter and sounds started to actually make themselves present in my damaged eardrums.

With a wobble I pushed myself off the ground and began shuffling in the direction I thought was the god damn exploding mansion. The ground I was gaining was not much. A sloth could probably go faster. Why I was hobbling was unbeknownst to even me as my legs actually didn't hurt. Then I remembered. The wood in my abdomen. It was still very much present and also a pain in the ass. Stomach actually.

A laugh exited my lips. I couldn't help it. I was natural born comedian.

The smoke got thicker so I personally believed I was going the right way. There was even more and more debris. My next step hit something soft but also hard. With a glance down a small gasp came through my parted lips. A man with shrapnel through his eye laid at my feet.

Himchan.

I whimpered quietly at the loss of a man who I would consider a friend. Grabbing a nearby coat off the ground I went back over and covered his face. I did not want to see that again.

That image would be burned into my mind for years to come. It would not stop my movement however as I continued onward to find my friend and bodyguard.

It was as faint as possible but I could hear it. My name.

Third Person

Wonho screamed Jimin's name at the top of his lungs while throwing stuff around. He found people, not one being his boss however. The smoke was getting pulled away by the wind and such. It was a process that was on repeat in his head. Yell, listen, look, throw and repeat. He'd had to of done it thirty times already when he was close to giving up hope. To his right a figure shuffled through the smoke and his heart damn near stopped.

Jimin looked horrible. The fact that there wasn't a single burn on him was a miracle.

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