As usual: This book contains curse words, themes of violence, mental health, suicide, threats, and trauma. If you are uncomfortable with any of those, don't comment shit, and please leave.

-CHAERIN POV-

"Ravn Oppa? Eomma? Appa?" I cried out, I woke up from the feeling of someone choking me. I sat up from my bed and that's when the awful smell hit me.

Instead of the mouthwatering scent of my mother's Korean-styled fluffy pancakes, I smelt smoke and ashes.

'Did mommy burn something?'

I shrug it off and make my way downstairs just to make sure she was fine. I love my mommy and my family.

My steps slowed down as I got closer to the main hall. The smell of smoke even stronger that you can practically see the black clouds fill inside our house. At this point, I panicked.

"M-mommy?"

I call out, my voice a bit low from the shock and ashes I was breathing in.

"MOMMY?!"

I call out again, my raspy voice louder than before but I start feeling pain in my throat.

'I must have breathed the smoke too much'

I remember the lesson my big brother taught me about escaping the fire so I used it to my advantage. I tried to rip a bit of my nightgown but I was too weak. My brown eyes land on a table cloth.

I pick up my pace after collecting the cloth and placing it over my mouth. I made sure I was breathing clean air instead of the bad air.

I ended up in the living room. The smoke was radiating more in here than anywhere else and I found out why.

A huge flame was erupting in the center of our living room as the different colors of red, orange, and yellow engulfed anything in its way.

I gasp a bit with my eyes widen.

How did this happen? Was the question in my head. Looking around for clues as to why the fire started, my chocolate-colored eyes start to form tears at the view in front of me.

"OPPA!" I cried out.

The room was only lit by the flame which grew bigger with every inch of the room it had consumed. But I didn't care about that.

"Oppa please talk to me! What happened here? Please get up we need to find Eomma and Appa!" (Gemi: Daddy~)(Nia: yes ERIC NAM IS DADDDDDDDYYYYY)

Ravn flinched a bit when my skin made contact with his burnt ones. His eyes opened to slits in which I could barely see his espresso-like eyes.

The crystal teal streaks in his hair a bit burnt by the ends but still retained their natural beauty.

I took him by the arm, careful not to injure him even more as my 8-year-old body carried a 15-year-old to the main gate.

The door was shut so I resorted to the windows. Throwing a knife at the kitchen window, I push out the remaining jagged edges of glass out of the way and help my big brother out first.

"Ch-chaerin?"

My eyes sparkle as I hear my brother's smooth voice.

"THANK GOODNESS OPPA! YOU'RE ALIVE!"

The tears finally stream down my face as I hug him. His larger hand pats my back as I can feel his steady breaths on my neck.

"We need to get out of here," Oppa says as he winces at his injuries.

I grab the washcloth I used for blocking ashes out of my sinuses and packed it on top of Oppa's stomach which had a bullet. I shake my head and tell him, "Oppa, first of all, you're shot in your stomach, and we need to wait for Eomma and Appa."

Ravn Oppa shakes his head and says, "We need to go, now."

I say, "Oppa! What has gotten into you? Even if we left you would have to get your shot treated!"

Ravn Oppa sighs and tells me, "I-if they found out you're still here..." he drawls off.

I'm confused. Who are they? WHere's Eomma and Appa? Where are all the guards?

Just then, something cold is on my neck and I can tell that it's a knife.

"Little missy, where are your parents?" A cold voice says, making me get goosebumps.

Young-Jo Oppa looks shocked but he obviously can't move right now. I try to think of a solution but I can think of nothing.

I sigh and tell him, "What do you want?"

He chuckles and says, "What a brave girl..."

"We just want to know, where's your father and mother?" the mysterious stranger asks.

I gulp and say, "I don't know."

The knife digs into my neck more and I wince at the pain.

What hurts me, even more, is the pained expression on my brother's face.

We're helpless.

"Let me ask you one more time, where are your parents?"

That's when it clicked.

How could I be so dumb and stupid? All of this, the fire and threats are the work of...

BTS.

-END OF CHAPTER 2-

Nia's note: HELLO JAMMIES

I know not much of you are reading this but I don't care because this is such fun to write!

This chapter is started and progressed into the middle by our lovely co-author @GeminiForMe and finished off by me because I suck at writing hooks and progressing into the story.

Without her, I wouldn't have been able to write this, big shoutout to her <3

The next chapter will have quite a surprise.. *wink wink*

AND NO GEMI IT'S NOT ANYTHING THAT'S 18+ or 21+ DON'T ACTIVATE YOUR DIRTY MIND LIKE THAT-

Hope you enjoy my lovely Jammies~~~

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-niA