I WAS JUST LITTLE BOY

(NAMJOON'S POV)

We eat breakfast talking every now and then, all of us are still half asleep. Yesterday, with my little prince's help, I got to the conclusion that it's time to tell them the news. The only ones who already know it are Seokjin and Yoongi.

I wait until we're in the living room, all of us fully awake.

I clear my throat and all of them look at me, with anticipation. "Guys, our mission has changed a bit because, as you know, the king didn't answer any of our messages." I begin.

Jungkook gasps. "Is he dead?"

"No, I guess he's busy." I say, quickly. It's a sensitive topic for Seokjin, and I don't want him to have negative thoughts.

"We need to find the people of The Second Sun."

"Why?" Hoseok asks.

"They're the only ones who can help us right now." I lean forward to the coffee table.

"But we can't get to them. How do you want us to go there?" Taehyung scratches his head in confusion.

"We've been training in their territory, the field we used belongs to them." I confess.

"That's so cool! Why didn't you tell us that earlier?" Hoseok claps, with a hearty smile on his face.

"I couldn't. You also need to know that Seokjin and Yoongi tried to find someone, but their villages are too far away from our portal. We'll need to find it, flying. It can take us days, or even months." I sigh.

They all nod, but I can tell they're still processing the information based on their faces.

"Can you use the portal to get to the village?" Jungkook asks.

I shake my head. "I hope it was that easy."

"But, hyung, that world is. . . weird." Jimin scrunches his nose.

"I know, but we don't have another option." I say. "Besides, it's not that bad." I smile. Actually, it is for us.

"When do we start?" Taehyung asks.

"Until Namjoon's condition get's better. One hundred per cent."

I giggle, grabbing his hand. "We won't leave until you say so, love." I kiss the side of his head.

(HOSEOK'S POV)

I jump on Yoongi's bed, letting out a long sigh. "What do you wanna do today? Do you want to cook something with me?"

He raises an eyebrow, looking at me for a few seconds. "If anything, you would be cooking with me. Sorry, but I can't."

"Why?" I whine.

He sits on the end of the bed.

"I promised Charles I would call him. You know, when we start our little adventure I'm going to be able to talk to him only at nights. Now he's busy taking care of the little kids, he also cooks." He smiles, gawking at his phone. "Look." He shows me a picture of Charles, sitting with a kid on his lap. I'm not sure if that's what it really is because I don't make any effort to get near the phone.

"I see. Cool, that he can help the kids and everything." I mumble. That's the only thing I can say. I don't let my smile fall until he gets back to the stupid screen.

"I'm proud of him, I didn't know he was that type of person." He says. "He looked immature sometimes." He chuckles.

I get up, hating the feeling in my stomach.

"I'm going for a walk."

"Aha."

"Tell Jin I'm going to be back before lunch." He giggles.

"Yeah, have fun."

"Maybe I jump from the bridge to check if the water is warm enough."

"Sounds good, have fun."

He stopped listening to me when he started typing non-stop, with a grin on his face.

I get out and I don't forget to slam the door.

God, he needs to wake up.

I walk among the people, the street is more crowded than usual. A middle age lady's riding a bike and I put myself to a side, quickly, to let her more space. I feel a strong body behind me, grabbing my arms as I try to balance myself.

I'm ready to thank the person, but a knot appears on my throat and my heart starts beating fast. I can easily hear the sound in my ears. I can't believe it, out of all people it has to be him. Him, the one who ruined my life and my innocence.

My smile drops.

His, too. But only to show his famous smirk that makes my blood run cold.

"Well, well, well. I can't believe what I'm seeing. How are you doing, Jung?"

I try to control my breath, but my lungs start burning for now reason at all. I want to run, but my legs aren't moving.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know how to move my body.

All of my senses are gone.

"Don't you wanna talk, Jung? You've grown up well. I've never thought you would be this handsome."

Screw you.

I hope I can say it out loud, but my body is not collaborating with my thoughts. A part of me wants to yell at him, tell him everything I wasn't able to in the past, punch him in his filthy smile. But the other part is scared, it ones to run away and hide under the covers, fly away from him - the other part wants to die, just disappear from the world.

"No words left, Jung? I'd never thought you would be this excited to see me. Hello again, sub."

A shiver runs down my spine. "Shut up!" I yell, without thinking. A few people turn around to see us.

"Oh, you do have tongue after all." He tries to touch my cheek, but I move away.

My senses aren't that sleepy, after all.

I take a breath, reminding myself, we're in the middle of the street, a lot of people are here. I'm not alone anymore. I'm not a little boy anymore.

"Screw you, Choi Bada." I say, bitterly.

"Wow! You still remember my name. I knew I was special from the beginning." He chuckles.

I've always hated his laugh.

I turn around, I don't want and I can't have a conversation with him. My throat is burning, my senses full alert now. I don't feel his presence behind me, a few seconds later he isn't there anymore. I walk to the flat checking every now and then my back, making sure he isn't following me.

I go to my room without saying anything to Jungkook, who just asked me a question I couldn't hear properly.

I let myself fall on the floor and tears start rolling down my cheeks. I cry silently, I don't want them to hear me, I don't want them to get worried but most of all - I don't want to give any explanations.

I thought I had it all behind, even though I'm still not able to do what's considered 'normal' and I don't know if I ever will. I imagined a lot of times using my powers against him, seeing how he gets weaker and weaker.

He deserves it.

He's a monster.

But I was wrong. I felt like a little kid, I felt like I was an eleven years old again because, after all, I would be always that poor little boy with him.

He ruined me.