Illusions | WayV AU

Miracle

Sorry for such a long length between chapters! I've been incredibly busy with school and assignments. I will try and keep a regular schedule again, but there will a bit of a gap between updates. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this chapter and continue to enjoy the series :)

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Yangyang wakes up in a small room. There was no furniture, nothing other than scribbles on the walls, glowing, pulsing. Scribbles that resembled words, while others had no sense. Thousands of them overlapped each other, some in marker, others look like they've been written in spray paint. One of the walls was a mirror, but the rest were white, no doors, windows, anything.

Yangyang stands in front of the mirror, his hair had grown out, his brown hair dyed with blonde tips. His mind seemed to settle for the first time he could ever remember. He takes a deep breath, letting the damp air lull his senses. This was reality, he could feel that now. All his memories still sat just out of reach, like a puzzle he was struggling to put together.

"Yangyang." Sam faces him in the mirror. All the drawings and scribbles over the mirror faded until it was crystal clear. Yangyang put out a hand hesitantly, and found it went straight through where the wall should have been. So this was the door, he thought.

Sam gestures for Yangyang to walk with him and so he does, following after the man. They enter a long corridor, stretching out to the right and left. They walk left, then right, then right again. Twisting and turning, corridors stretch out everywhere, nothing to be seen except the white walls and sometimes a strange marking every now and again, etched into the wall.

"Where are we going?" Yangyang asks, filling the awkward silence. All of his words felt dampened, like even the echoing of the walls were scared to be heard.

"To my office," Sam answers curtly, stopping in front of a wall. He places a hand just underneath one of those markings on the wall, it glows for a second and then the wall glimmers and fades. An elevator, not a modern one but one where you can see all the floors as you go up. Yangyang almost laughs, out of all the high-tech stuff in this place, he thought they would at least have a cool elevator. The floors go flying past, Yangyang tries to look as carefully as he can but he only gets glimpses. 

Until one floor, which opens out into a large courtyard. In the middle, a large glass tank sat upright, full of seaweed and other plants all tangling over something. Someone.

Hendery.

Yangyang stops himself from stumbling towards the door, stops his eyes from widening as he strains to better see his friend.

"Don't worry about him, he's quite fine." Sam doesn't even look at Yangyang, he hasn't this whole time and yet he still knows he saw Hendery.

"Why is he in there?" Yangyang remembers someone saying they were on the fifth floor, but none of the floors had numbers so how was he meant to know which that was?

"For your protection," Sam responds before putting out a hand. The elevator skids to a stop and Sam walks out. Yangyang quickly follows, worried that the elevator may take off again. Sam's office was pitiful, Yangyang scoffs. It was a long room, holding only a large conference table, with bookshelves lining each and every wall. 

"You guys don't really care about ventilation, hey?" Yangyang jokes, noting the lack of windows literally everywhere.

"Less chance for spying assholes," Sam glares at him, Yangyang imagines that must have been a dig at him, but the lack of memories made it difficult for the insult to hit home.  Paper was spread over the table, including maps and files. Yangyang bent to look over them but all he could get was a quick glance at a file labelled 'WayV' before it was swiped out of view.