𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 「ᴛᴀᴇᴊɪɴᴋᴏᴏᴋ」

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷 - ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍ.ᴇ.

Jungkook's POV:

"Jungkoooook! Wake up, buddy! We're going to be late!" Taehyung yelled in my ear, shaking my shoulder and making me stir, darting my eyes and gasping, desperately trying to come to my senses.

"What- What time it is...?! I'm not going to be ready in time-" I stopped abruptly, hearing the laugh coming from beside me. Jin. "Huh? What's happening?" Already confused and with the world spinning around me, the reaction and the smirk on the others faces were bringing me to the edge of my embarrassment, the feeling bringing me to the image of a lost kid in the middle of older friends. My cheeks were flushing pink the moment I noticed the time showing on our clockㅡ 2 am. "H-how are we going to be late...? It is only 2. Guys?" I said, looking at them, my face expression turning from confused and sad to slight anger and disbelief. With a sigh, I sat up and walked past Taehyung, who gave me a glare which I thought about understanding until my instincts kicked in, the voice in my head telling me that I need my space, my feet taking me to the bathroom. With a careful push and a click of the handle, I closed and locked the door before walking to the sink, leaning on it and bending over after turning the water on. The sound of the water was somewhat calming, its constant flow matching the flow of my thoughts. Soon after relieving and cleansing myself with a handful of water, the fresh cold feeling stinging the skin on my face in such a wonderful way. Everything felt so hot, overwhelming, the softness of the towel which I grabbed seeming to become a healing hand wiping the cold tears of one's suffering soul.

Putting the towel back down, I turned my head towards the mirror, leaning in, looking at it as if it was an antique souvenir. Playfully, I smirked and winked at myself, turning to the side and posing a few times, admiring myself, missing the childhood, which was filled with such moments, everything seeming silly and normal... Now being such an illegality within the society... Hmm this age and responsibility.

"What can this be, huh? A warm... first day at college? Or, perhaps, people showing their true faces? I think if I really belong here..." I said to myself, looking away from the mirror for a second while whispering those words out loud, breathing them out my eyes slightly going down to the floor. It was so clean, I haven't noticed before. Everything was so... clean and tidy. "Are they so careful and neat, could it be me judging them too hard...? But last night-" And at that, my eyes suddenly raised back to the mirror, only to send my heart to skip a beat. My thoughts were so deep at this point that I lost the sense of time and space. "Look at me talking to myself now... What am I going to do? I cannot sleep back. It is so early. They really had to do this to me?" My anger was slowly raising by each word I was whispering, my eyes locked into the mirror, feeling my heart slightly pouring out, the sensation as if it was listening to me... It was pleasurable and my mind was too overwhelmed to push it away, considering this strange presence my only comfort. Soon enough, my eyes widened at the sight in front of me. I gulped, staring straight forward, something appearing... somewhat, disturbing. Surprisingly, I managed to think rationally and step back from the mirror as my reflection started forming a smile ㅡ me patting my lips thinking I was going crazy. "What the hell..." I whispered to myself as it kept staring at me back. My mind was going blank slowly getting filled with fear as the smile was turning into a grin, sending shivers down my spine, enough to freeze me in place not knowing what could be standing behind or around me. I kept my eyes locked on the mirror slowly backing away and getting a better view of the bathroom. The lights were diming and as soon as I tried unlocking the door, I noticed it was jammed.
That is when panic starting to settle in.
Nothing made sense anymore and each time I darted my eyes for a way out I could see the grin in the mirror.

With enough power, I screamed out and knocked on the door, desperate for someone to hear me and help me out, tears rolling down my face as I started hearing the voice of... him. The past swirling around my mind now was bringing up agony, my heart breathing wildly, thumping and skipping beats, getting drunken by horror. Soon enough, I jerked and screamed louder right when I felt a hand landing on my shoulder, the sensation of it shaking me slightly ㅡ nothing making any sense anymore.