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LOST BOYS

The students of Third Heaven's High School, between 15 and 22 years old, focus on their own powers and self-seeking. All of them are unique and special. There's three species; angels, fairies and mermaids. One afternoon, Red Men attack Third Heaven. The king, losing hope, sends his son and his 6 friends to the human world. They'll have to find the heart of their enemy to destroy it. It won't be easy. Coming back to earth means coming back to their old lives, where everything was a mess. They were a mess. They'll have to destroy their enemies, but they'll have to deal with their own insecurities and differences at the same time. It may or may not pull them apart. Feelings. Past. Dark secrets. Love. Friendship. Unlove. They'll have to live with all of these while trying to save the world, for their own sake and the ones they love. This story contains trigger warnings: • Suicide attempt • Self harm • Violence

niniscoffee · Urban
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66 Chs

SECOND SUN

(JIMIN'S POV)

As I expected; the smell of animals and excrement hits hard my nostrils and lungs; a few ladies talk about the fruit's price; a few carriages pass across us; young men are talking - screaming in their faces, arguing about who grab the last piece of bred first.

"Are we sure we didn't go back in time, Namjoon?" Hoseok asks, moving behind Yoongi as a man tries to touch him with a hook. Yoongi flushes him away, moving his hands from side to side, rapidly.

"Welcome to Second Sun, guys." Namjoon smiles.

I don't know how can he breathe, the scent of this town is disgusting.

"What do you think, Tae?" I raise an eyebrow.

"This is. . . special." He says, looking around at the different characters.

"Where we have to go, Namjoon?" Seokjin asks.

"There." He points out at a high tower - the tallest one in the castle.

"You've got to be kidding me." I sigh, "Go without me, I'll just wait on the beach."

"There's a beach?" Taehyung and Jungkook ask at the same time, their eyes shining.

"Are you sure you want to stay here? Alone?" Yoongi points to the right side with his head, where the creepy man, with the hook as a hand, is staring at us. "And besides, I'm sure the beach smells like dead fish. But of course, you've the last word."

I fake a smile. "I appreciate your help, Yoongs."

"Come on, we don't need to waste more time."

Namjoon's already walking and I've to take a few strides to catch him.

(NAMJOON'S POV)

"Where do you think you're going?"

Two men dressed in orange and white suits take a step forward, and we've to take two steps back. I keep glancing the men and the swords.

"We're here to talk to the king, sir." I say, as calm as possible.

"We're from Third Heaven. I'm the Prince." Seokjin takes a step forward. "This is important."

The two men look at each other. I don't take my eyes off their hands, just in case.

"We heard what happened." One of them says.

"We must talk to the king." Seokjin states.

"All of you?" The other asks, with hesitation.

"We're a team, of course we've." Yoongi says. "We didn't fly for weeks for nothing, sir." He emphasised the last word. I know Yoongi wouldn't take these men seriously.

They share another look, but this one lasts longer.

"A few of our men will accompany you."

"As you wish." I say.

After they did a few signals, the big doors open. The castle is bigger than I remembered. Servants and maids stare at us, as we walk through the hallways and upstairs, until we find reach the king's office.

"Wait here."

After talking to the king, everything's going to be over. We'll have the help we need and we'll be able to defeat Red Men.

Everything's going to be over.

"Taehyung do you like. . ." Jimin starts, "Wait, where's Taehyung?" Jimin looks around, popping his head to the sides.

"What?"

"Jungkook isn't here neither." Hoseok says.

"I'm gonna kill 'em."

The sound of the door opening startles all. The king of Second Sun stares at us. White curly hair, long beard and blue eyes.

Exactly as I remembered him.

I'm going to deal with the two little monsters later, now I've to focus on what matters the most.

To come back home.