Shhh.... [Hiatus]

7: Unsteady

A bed.

Seokjin is on a bed.

This is definitely what he was not expecting after being sucked into whatever shit Namjoon was dragging them into.

Well, at least it was a bed and not the ground or something.

"Hyung? What are you doing?"

And unfortunately, he wasn't alone.

Fluttering his eyes open, Seokjin tilts his head aside and is met by a familiar boy staring at him.

For a good second Seokjin was just about to tell him off and ask where Namjoon was, since seems like they teleported alone here, but then realized that this boy is completely different from the one he saw only a few minutes ago.

His once short raven hair is long, very long, and his once formal attire is replaced by a completely white uniform. Everything about him is different. His aura, his age, even his voice sounds different.

Yet it's the same similar features.

Of his little brother.

Seokjin carefully blinks at him and gives a one eye over the room, "Where am I?"

He probably got sucked into another reality and judging by the fact that he's alone - Namjoon is probably on his way to come save his ass anytime now.

Fantastic.

"M-My room," Young Jungkook responds back, clearing his throat and rubs it with his fragile looking hands, "Erm.... Yoongi coming soon."

So, Yoongi is in this world too huh?

At least it's not the one from his world.

If that guy sees him, probably would attempt to kill him on the spot.

With a small groan to the headache, Seokjin sits up and rubs his head, taking another good look around the room to notice that he's in a hospital room. The place looks as dead and plain as it is, which doesn't give him the good vibes as it is.

Out of all places he could land to, why hospital?

Gives him unwanting flashbacks.

"Um, kid, by any chance you don't happen to have seen me with ummm, I don't know, perhaps with fangs or something?"

Jungkook stares at him deadpanned, tilting his head innocently to the side like a lost puppy, before reaching over and presses his hand to Seokjin's forehead, "Okay? Dream?"

Hm, seems like this Jungkook doesn't talk so much.

Well, that's an easy fix!

Seokjin stares at the boy, moving himself to sit on the edge of the bed with a perplex stare, "You don't talk a lot, do you?"

This obviously caught the younger by surprise, furrowing his eyebrows and slowly easing his hand back, "Huh?"

"Trauma or physically? You have no surgical scars on your throat, so most likely trauma, right? What was it? Family? Creepy man scaring you off? Friends-"

Jungkook's eyes widen.

"Friends it is," Seokjin confirmed, "What happened huh? Did they chop your hair off? You saw them fucking each other? Got killed-"