# Burning sensations

// Seoul, South Korea; 21:27

"Run, woman!" He screams at me as I just stare at him. He takes my hand as he starts racing away from the monstrous blaze. His pace is too fast for my limping, but I have no choice but keeping up. I bite my lip, trying to focus on something else than the burning pain.

All the smoke irked my eye making it even harder to see where I am running. I can hear Jeongguk cough in front of me, getting most of the smoke as the lead. We take a sharp turn right, just escaping the major possibility of the ending of death.

"Guys! Over here, hurry the fuck up!"

I flinch at the loud yell, not hesitating to increase my speed. Still holding tight onto Jeongguk's large but graceful hand, tears start to form in my eyes. I easily blink them away. It would be an embarrassment to be witnessed shedding stupid and weak tears.

We almost run straight into Hoseok, but I'm delighted to see him breathing and alive, not hurt critically as far as my sore eyes can see. My own delicate hands are shaking, I'm truly nervous and scared for the others. I try not to show how worried I am, but the boy still holding me close to him seems to have noticed based on how he assuringly squeezes my hand softly.

Both Jimin and Taehyung appears, covered in small injuries. I ignore it as they walk towards us. "Have you seen Jinnie?" The last-mentioned man asks, worry laced in his dark tone. It sort of surprises me how he finally shows some kind of human emotions.

"Jinnie?" I question back, even though I'm fully capable of understanding who he's asking about; Seokjinnie. He just raises his left eyebrow, the perfectly bushy brow arching upwards. Nodding, I say that I understand without opening my mouth again.

"What about Namjoon and Yoongi?" I hear the good-looking, but bloody man ask from my side. As if on cue, the two men show up.

The sight of my said older brother on Namjoon's back makes my heart wrench. A paltry gasp escapes my mouth, my whole body freezes. There are scratches, dirt and blood all over him. His once soft and smooth skin is now replaced with critical burn marks.

I whimper out in denial, stopping the tears that are pushing my eyes boundaries. Jeongguk tries to trace his thumb over my now cold and chilly hand assuringly, but I lightly pushed it away. I can't handle the pity, the pain. I didn't think I would care about anyone else to this extent when I first ran away from my cruel father.

"Let's get out of here, now!" Jimin exclaims, clearly upset and worried almost to fainting because of the oldest brother. No one responds, we all just take to running down the stairs., Namjoon with the crucially injured male on his well-built back.

We reach the door leading outside just in time, finally having a solid walk in between us and the storming flames. A hefty, black van brakes only one foot before hitting us. Jumping in one after one, we all help the leader with getting Seokjin inside.

Jeongguk lays him down on the close to clean floor. Hoseok immediately finds a first-aid kit and tends to the smaller lacerations; wounds and cuts. I look to the front of the vehicle, curious about the driver. Unable to see him because of this little partition, I sit back and sigh.

"He's a close friend of ours, a business partner as well I guess one could say." It's like Jimin could read my thoughts, which at this moment I'm partly thankful for. Slightly creeped out as well though. I don't answer, I'm not even moving. Just staring at the gorgeous and alluring man now in front of me. Seokjin may be the last of a biological family member I have left besides my father. My grandmother has most likely passed, either by natural causes or because of my said parent.

I lean my head in my dirty and bloody hands, focusing on my heavy breath. My heart is still racing, the adrenaline still not out of my body. This sudden change of scenarios truly shocked me to my core. Memories of my past start appearing in my mind, pictures flashing by like a slideshow.

I notice that Seokjin is barely breathing, he's passing out. There is nothing I can do about it, nothing helpful anyway. My own eyes are slowly closing, tiredness taking over. All I want is to lay down, sleep. I let my tense body relax, thus leading to me falling together.

I'm pretty much folded in two as my upper body lays on my thighs. It's most certainly not comfortable, but I have no energy to sit no other way.

"Let me look at your wounds," I hear a raspy voice command. It's not a question, Jeongguk isn't asking for my approval.

"sit up."

I do as he say, not having any energy to fight back. Everything is aching, from head to toe, My skin is burning, especially on my left leg. I hiss as he puts pressure on said body part. Some stinging liquid runs down to my feet. It has this gross yellow color. I gag at the smell of it.

I let out a cry as he starts treating a wound on the other leg. Subconsciously, I hit Jeongguk in the head. Not too hard, but not soft either. "Sorry," I avoid eye-contact by looking down at my supposed-to-be-white shoes.

The man in front of me just grunts as an answer, mumbling something about being done with me. "As if, you love having me around," I try to lightly joke. Jeongguk scoffs, but I can notice the corners of his mouth turning up even so little.

The car abruptly stops, resulting in me falling right into Jeongguk who sits right in front of me. We end up laying on the car-floor, both grunting in pain. Our eyes meet just as I try to get off him. I stop moving, getting lost in his dark orbs. My breath hitches, I hate myself for that.

"Ok, we have to hurry-" Namjoon stops in the middle of his sentence when he spots us. It must be an odd sight; me laying on top of the quite introverted young man, our lips close to touching. I jump up to my feet, starting to ramble out an explanation. Don't want the leader to misunderstand.

"We're coming." Jeongguk interrupts me, his gaze gone back to cold. The light warmth of comfort he once held in his expression is long gone. He lightly pushes me forward, wanting me to get out of the car. I give him a slight glare, bothered and annoyed at his sudden change of demeanor.

"How's Seokjin?" I question Namjoon, who is by the way still staring at Jeongguk and I. He just answers by shaking his head, worry is  obvious in his dark chocolate brown eyes.

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A/N: yo sorry for slow updates y'all, but i have summer vacation now so i will most likely get faster lol bye