Cross-Dimensional || BTS

IV

<To What Ends?>

»——•——«

Jeongguk was drowning in a sea of molasses. 

The dark, sweet substance encompassed his body and flooded his lungs. He felt like a thousand pounds.

(Wake Up).

Darkness. Everywhere he looked was darkness.

(Wake Up).

His throat constricted, Jeongguk let out a scream, only to find no voice. He couldn't move.

(WAKE UP).

His eyes snapped open, as he lunged for the first body within site. His heart was hammering within his chest, he was surrounded. He was surrounded. They were going to hurt him- Jeongguk didn't want to be hurt. Not again.

Gottomovegottomovegottomove-

He screamed hoarsely, his vision hazy and his limbs slightly weak.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

DON'T TOUCH M-

His face was suddenly facing the window. The clear, blue sky stopped his assault. He vaguely recalled the slight pain on his cheek. The imposing structures of skyscrapers in all their industrial glory had calmed him.

Rough hands clasped his shoulders and brought him to meet the eyes of a man. His face was like stone, his expressions completely unreadable.

"Who are you?" His flat, even voice came out, disrupting his thoughts.

"I am Jeon Jeongguk. I am nineteen years old. I am a high school senior." He chanted over and over. It felt like his lips were forming words without his consent. His body was on autopilot, and his mind was struggling to catch up.

"You are safe."

"I am safe."

"Nobody is going to hurt you."

"Nobody is going to hurt me." 

The man before him visibly relaxed, seemingly content with his answers. The surrounding others looked on in mute shock. Because it wasn't like he just flipped the fuck out and tried to assault someone. 

Or the fact that he was just slapped and schooled like a child.

It wasn't that at all.

"Uh...hi..." He squeaked, noting the strange woman standing a few feet away, looking absolutely terrified. He met Taehyung's gaze, the man bore a wide, toothy grin; and waved.

"Welcome back to the land of the living, my friend!"

"Can somebody tell me what the actual fuck is going on?!"

All hell broke loose.

»——•——«

Lee Nari, liked to think that she was a calm and collected person. Never mind the fact that anyone who knew her would argue otherwise. 

She muttered colourful words that would make a hooker blush, often. She was rarely punctual. Her brashness caused her so many fall-outs and on top of that,  she had a horrible sense of direction.

In times like these, we see her purposefully demonstrating these parts of her personality.

She scowled, rolling groggily out of bed in the early hours of ten o'clock on a Monday morning. 

"Nari, the boys were supposed to be in for practice three bloody hours ago!" Sejin's voice leapt out of the phone. She groaned, massaging her temples. Now was not the time to be hungover.

"I'm heading there right now." She mumbled irritably. Just what the hell was Namjoon doing? She thought to herself. All seven members were troublemakers in their own twisted ways, but Namjoon was at least dutiful and diligent. He had always ensured they kept abreast of their busy schedules.

To have them not turn up, well, something was wrong.

And with this crew, when things go to shit- it gets really fucked.

Nari just hoped it wasn't too troublesome.

"You better be! We're gonna have some words when I see you!" Really? Wasn't he also the manager? Came her first thought.  

That's how she found herself stuck in traffic at eleven on a Monday morning, dressed in pyjamas, and pissed off at life. Her anger sobering her faster than anything else could. Even dialling their phones didn't work. What the fuck? She wasn't one of those idiots that used their phones when they're driving.

(As she pulled out her phone to dial the house number.)

She had half the mind to ask them if they lost their phones somewhere up their asses. Nari really was going to do it, risking her job and everything. At least until she heard the Jimin's tentative voice.

God fucking dammit.

She didn't even bother to check if any crazy fans were following her, as she stormed up the complex. Nari threw the door open unceremoniously, rattling the walls. If a few hinges came off, it wasn't her fault. 

Heads whipped around to meet her (and by that point she was already lost to her anger. If she had paid more attention, maybe she would have noticed how different they all seemed to be- or how they looked at her with fear). 

Her eyes instead met a distressed Jungkook-that-didn't-quite-look-like-Jungkook, and Namjoon slapping the ever-loving shit out of him. He looked at her with the disposition of a kicked puppy.

"Uh...hi," he muttered, unsure.

"Welcome back to the land of the living my friend!" Taehyung- wait... was she dreaming or was his hair fucking black? Because it was blue yesterday. His skin was darker too. Hold up- all the heads were supposed to be dyed, why weren't they dyed? 

The words left her mouth before she could even think-

"Can somebody tell me what the actual fuck is going on?!"

Yoongi (well she hoped to God it was Yoongi but wasn't he a midget?) burst through the doors not even a second after. She took in his dishevelled appearance and heavy breathing before he shouted.

"OUR FACES ARE ON THE FUCKING BILLBOARDS!" 

A beat of silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

"Fucking Mondays," Nari scowled.

»——•——«

A/N:

Aye wassup I'm back at it again.

I know I said every fortnight, but shit happens.

How y'all liking my OC so far?

Story is gonna walk a fine line between unhinged crack and borderline depression by the way.