Distorted Reflection ✓

T W E N T Y - S E V E N

''Seokjin, I don't know what it is that you're doing, but you have to make it stop! His body is going rigid!'' Namjoon shouted from the other side of the line, trying to keep the 'lifeless' male steady on the couch, the exact same place he had been on for the past five years.

Nothing happened at all, until a few minutes ago when Namjoon thought he noticed slight movement. Thinking he was absolutely crazy for even considering that, he came closer, seeing that his skin was starting to change to a slight blue-ish colour, feeling cold as ice. And soon after, his body started shaking furiously.

After that, he immediately rung up Seokjin, asking him what the hell he was doing over there that might've caused it. 

There was no heartbeat present, that was one of the scariest things. It was like the male was a living corpse. Namjoon now wanted to know more than ever, what Seokjin accidentally had caused that day.

''I don't know! A few things happened, it's now hectic over here!'' He hissed back through the phone, causing the other to scoff. ''You don't know? AGAIN?! Well then, figure it out, Jin! Fucking stop this madness!'' 

Seokjin was panicking, to say the least. He had heard footsteps coming closer to his room, and yet again, something flew out of his mouth without his permission. Before he knew it, his door was opened, and then suddenly Taehyung dropped right to the ground.

The lights now flickered on and off at a rapid pace, the buzzing made the male want to shout.

And he so he did.

"For fuck's sake, just all STOP!" It wasn't even that loud, but at that moment the lightbulbs broke apart, shattered pieces of glass came tumbling down.

The spell book shut close on its own, Jeongguk's pain stopped. Namjoon sighed in relief, seeing that the body stopped moving, the skin going back to a slightly more normal colour. He sat back on the floor, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes shut for a moment. 

Seokjin froze, noticing everything that happened purely because of his words. He has no clue what he can do, he has no idea what he's capable of. That thought unsettled him in the most nerve-wracking way. And now, seeing Taehyung on the floor so awfully still, he tugged on his locks, mind going hazy with the thousands of questions and worries that were roaming around through his head.

Bending down, he gently picked the male up, walking towards Taehyung's bedroom so he could use the excuse that he had dreamt all of it when the morning came along. Hopefully, he would buy it, and if not, Seokjin hopes he has enough time to come up with a better excuse.

He carefully laid him down, ignoring the way he began to shiver himself once he stood there in the silence of the middle of the night. 

That's when his eyes fell on the giant standing mirror. Of course he remembered it from the last time he stood in this room, how could he not? He sighed, looking back at Taehyung's figure before taking cautious steps towards it, his gut screaming at him. 

Snapping his fingers, he watched as the previously broken lights reversed themselves back into their original forms; as if you'd skip back to a certain part of a movie, rewinding everything back. They flicked on, the room now illuminated so he could see what he was doing. 

Turning his gaze back towards his reflection, he furrowed his brows. It seemed like a normal, regular mirror. But if it is, then why does he feel this strange towards it? 

He reached his hand out, finger inching closer and closer towards the glass. Reluctantly, he tapped on it, sighing in relief once he noticed that nothing happened. He shrugged, turning on his heels, planning on going back to his own room when he nearly stumbled towards the floor because he tripped over something.

A frown plastered itself on Seokjin's face, as he saw his book right there, on the floor. But he was sure he left it on his bed, he saw it close with his own eyes. Then how the hell did it manage to get there?

He picked it up, scanning the page it was opened on. He noticed one particular sentence that stood out amongst them all. It was as if it floated on top of the page by mere milimetres, the letters individually moving a little to the left and to the right. 

He wasn't sure if he could ever get used to this. Or, if he even wanted to, in the first place.

''Here goes nothing..'' He mumbled, praying to whatever was out there that this was his gut, finally after all those years pointing out what had to be done. 

Slowly, he said every word out loud, trying to pronounce them correctly. He couldn't afford it going wrong, purely because his pronunciation sucked. Not that he would be able to check it, but he wanted to do his best. Correction, he needed to.

He shut his eyes tightly after finishing it, not looking forward to whatever could possibly come afterwards. 

One minute turned to two, and two to four. By the time he was sure he stood there for six minutes with his eyes closed and nothing happened, he dared to open them again.

Nothing.

He cursed under his breath, not sure what to feel at the moment. Turning the lights back off, he made sure everything looked somewhat decent, so he'd have a good excuse in the morning. 

Once he was back in his room, he unlocked his phone, seeing that he had a few missed calls from Namjoon and like a few hundred texts. They varied between 'Is everything okay over there??' to 'Please pick up your phone, I'm worried!' 

However, the last few texts made him freeze in his spot, as he read what had happened over there, whilst he was trying to get everything under control at Taehyung's place.

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻: 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗝𝗶𝗻. 𝗧𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸. 𝗛𝗲'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲?? 𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗳 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀.