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V's eyes flutter open to the sound of birds chirping. The sky above him is a pale morning blue, streaked with the pinks and oranges of dawn. He blinks, trying to remember how he ended up outside. His head is pounding, his body aching as if he's been hit by a truck.
Slowly, he sits up, looking around in confusion. He's lying on the cold ground in the middle of the woods, his clothes damp with morning dew. The memories of the previous night are hazy, like a dream that's slipping away the harder he tries to grasp it.
V: (to himself) "What... what happened?"
He touches his chest where the knife had plunged in, but there's no wound, no blood-just a dull, lingering pain. The confusion intensifies as he stands up, swaying slightly from the dizziness. He checks his phone, hoping it might give him some answers. There's a new message in the group chat from RM, suggesting that they all meet up in Seoul for a break from their solo projects. V smiles at the thought of seeing his brothers again, the familiarity of their banter soothing him. The memory of the night before is still a blur, but the more he tries to remember, the more his head aches. Pushing the thoughts aside, he decides to head back to the cabin and pack up his things. Maybe he just needs some rest, and everything will make sense in the morning.
V:(softly) "Yeah... I'll figure it out later."
He heads back to the cabin, feeling strangely disconnected from everything around him, like he's walking through a dream.
Back in Seoul ..........
The flight back to Seoul is uneventful, though V can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. The familiar skyline of Seoul does little to comfort him, and the drive to the old dorm feels longer than it should. When he finally arrives, the other members are already there, laughing and catching up as if no time has passed.
V steps into the living room, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of his brothers. But the smile falters when he realizes that no one has acknowledged his arrival.
V: "Hey, I'm here! Sorry, I'm late. The flight was a bit delayed."
But no one responds. They continue talking and laughing, completely oblivious to his presence. V's heart sinks as he waves his hand in front of RM's face, but RM doesn't even blink.
V: (panicking) "Guys? Can't you see me? What's going on?"
He moves from one member to the next, trying to get their attention, but it's like he's invisible. The room starts to spin as the memories of the night in Norway come rushing back-the man with the knife, the pain, the darkness.
V: (whispering) "No... no, this can't be real..."
He backs away, stumbling into the corner of the room, watching as the realization dawns on him. He's dead. He's really dead, and his brothers can't see him, can't hear him. Tears well up in his eyes as the grief hits him like a tidal wave. The members continue their conversation, oblivious to V's presence and his anguish. V watches them, feeling more alone than he ever has in his life-or death.
