37~Dark Hour

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"Jungkook!"

That cry was definitely Taehyung's as the second-to-youngest member recovered fastest out of everyone else. He'd been the farthest away from the initial blast.

The green-haired demon scrambled to his feet, tipping slightly this way and that as if a drunkard. He still managed to make it to the lifeless body a few feet away and flung his arms around it within seconds.

Next Namjoon and Jin recovered despite them being the next closest beings to the blast. Maybe it had something to do with them being white and silver colored and their stamina against offensive magic.

Jin didn't waste a second to lunge towards where Taehyung was ceaselessly calling Jungkook's name over and over in an awful, broken voice. Namjoon on the other hand reeled the opposite way and slammed the front door shut.

A second later spiderlike tendrils of gleaming white lines spiraled from his palm pressed against the door and spread across the door in a web-like design. It didn't take a genius to assume it was some protective shield or spell alike he cast.

Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin were the last ones to recover and all seemed to be on their feet at the same time. Soon all six members were crowded around their fallen member, all of them attempting to speak over one another in their terror.

Namjoon's body had been like a shield from the blast and my own body so I'd just gotten a headache and a little body ache. Both pains seemingly nothing compared to the guilt shredding through me as I watched the members shove each other, all trying to reach their youngest. I didn't even bother to try and pick myself off the ground. I could just watch the scene unfold before me like a horror story.

Except this horror story wasn't some stupid ghost or haunted plot. This was a real horror story: the chance that someone you loved with all your heart could be gone just like that without hope or warning.

Finally, order seemed to be falling over the demons after a few minutes. Hoseok was now directly beside Jungkook, taking pulse and pressing his hands across the youngest's forehead.

I couldn't see Jungkook's face, but the way both Yoongi and Jimin had to combine strength to peel and withhold Taehyung from throwing his arms around his best friend's body again told me Jungkook probably looked just as lifeless as his body.

Namjoon was talking to Jin in fierce, hushed whisper. I'd never seen Jin look so serious before. It seemed to rival the expression of a pissed-off Yoongi and angry-Jimin combined. The usual god-like features were smoothed into a chillingly glass-like mask of cold beauty, silver irises darkened to practically black.

Hoseok finally looked up, mouth pressed in a thin line. Without hesitating his hand flashed out, slapping Taehyung across the face. Not hard enough to be an actual violent move, but enough to snap the emerald-haired demon out of his hysteria.

"Yoongi hyung, Jimin, you help me carry Jungkook carefully to the medical room," Hoseok's tone was like flint and held no room for argument. "Taehyung, I need you with me alright? Go up to my room and you know the box of my stronger medicines? Get it."

With everyone now on the move and in order I finally managed to pick myself up. I couldn't seem to tear my eyes off Jungkook as Yoongi and Jimin used each other's arms with the help of Hoseok to lift the maknae off the ground. Taehyung was up and gone in a flash up the stairs.

The softest of groans escaped the lips of Jungkook and a tiny spark of relief and hope lit in my heart. He wasn't dead. Up to this point I was very close into thinking he truly was dead.

"Y/N, get away from the door," Namjoon's voice broke my eyes away from the small parade inching down the hall towards the medicine room.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I'm so so sorry."

There was no 'it's okay.' There was no 'it's not your fault.' Because it wasn't okay. And the painful truth was everything that just took place was my fault. How much pain and trouble had I brought upon the group during my stay here? How much pain and trouble would I inflict if I stayed here? Or had I just crossed the line today?

Namjoon pursed his lips a little, eyes giving me a one over to ensure I wasn't in any life-threatening status, before turning back to Jin and resuming whatever heated conversation they were having.

The rest of the night slowly blurred by. Hoseok kicked everyone out of the medical room as he got to work on Jungkook. After a bit the members all had drifted to the living room and all sat wherever their butts told them to sit.

Namjoon was the only real functional member though there was a slightly glazed look in his eyes. It was obvious the strain in his body to keep moving, keep going from member to member and act like the strong leader among this dark hour.

Once in a while he drifted to the doorway as if to check that whatever guard spell he'd hastily put on the door was still there. But I could see the way he leaned against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut as he let some of his own pain out silently and unbeknownst to the others.

It wasn't until well into noontime, at least seven hours since the incident that everyone was alerted by the slam of a door.

Hoseok appeared, eyes hooded with obvious exhaustion. Sweat glistened on his brow.

"Hyung," Taehyung leapt up but was quickly hushed at Hoseok's hand.

Everyone held their breaths, eyes glued on the Bangtan Healer as he sat down on the floor heavily next to Yoongi. The violet-haired demon grasped his arm tightly, both in support as well as urging to spill the news and status of their injured member.

"It was some entrapment spell," Hoseok began, voice slightly scratchy. "Whoever put that note there had wanted to try and capture the human. The ploy was for Y/N to step out the door. Instead Jungkook did."

Yeah, forget about the shredding guilt from earlier. Now it felt like a gaping hole was spreading inside me, void of any emotion and feeling, eating me up and threatening to drown me in darkness.

A hand brushed mine, briefly anchoring me into the present.

It was Jimin. I hadn't even realized he'd been sitting next to me this entire time.

"The enchantment is meant to quickly and neatly knock out the human, teleporting them to the master of the spell because humans have no magic in their veins," Hoseok continued on, leaning onto Yoongi's shoulder a little. "But Jungkook has demon blood, magic in him. And that contradicted against the spell and now..."

Jimin's fingers now fully grasped mine into a tight, locked grasp. But now not for my comfort or his, but rather an involuntary move as he and the others all stiffened at the way Hoseok had trailed off.

"Hoseok, will he recover?" Namjoon broke the silence, prompting.

Hoseok's lower lip wobbled before a flood of tears broke free from his eyes and he buried his face into his hands. An ugly sob escaped his chest. "Jungkookie..." he managed between shuddering breaths. "Is alive...but... the conflicting magic has put this, this thing in him. A poison you could say. And it's slowly killing him and I have no idea how to stop it!"

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