𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-The Last Broadcast-

"The night speaks in whispers, carried by the hum of static and the crackle of forgotten voices. But beware-some echoes are not meant to be heard."

♛

-YOONGI

The hum of the station's equipment filled the room, a constant, low vibration that seeped into my bones. Outside the studio's glass window, the city stretched beyond the darkened streets, streetlights flickering like distant stars. The clock above my console read 2:53 AM. Seven more minutes until the show ended, and I could slip into the quiet solitude of my apartment.

I leaned into the mic, voice smooth and steady despite the drowsiness clawing at the edges of my mind.

"That was 'Fade' by Nightfall, taking us deeper into the early morning hours. You're listening to Midnight Frequencies with DJ Min, and I gotta say, it's been a quiet night. No strange stories from you all today?"

Silence. Just the faint hum of static.

I tapped my fingers against the desk, eyes flicking toward the switchboard. The phone lines were usually busy, even at this hour-late-night truckers, insomniacs, lonely souls needing a voice in the dark. But tonight, there was nothing. Just the heavy stillness pressing against the walls, thick and unmoving.

I exhaled through my nose, feeling a strange weight settle in my chest. Something about the quiet felt... wrong.

A flicker on the screen. A call.

Line 04.

I frowned, fingers hovering over the control panel. The number was blank. No caller ID. Just an empty string of digits, as if the call had materialized from nowhere.

I hesitated, my thumb brushing the accept button.

A sharp click. The line connected.

"Hello?" My voice was steady, but the room suddenly felt colder.

A pause. Then-

"...Is this live?"

The voice was shaky, barely above a whisper. A man.

I sat up straighter. "Yeah, you're on Midnight Frequencies-who's this?"

A long silence. The kind that drags, stretching into something unbearable.

"Kim- Kim Seokjin." The name came out choked, like he'd forced it through clenched teeth.

I cleared my throat, my fingers drumming against the console. "Alright, Seokjin. You sound like you've had a rough night. What's on your mind?"

Another pause. Then, in a voice so low I almost missed it-

"I don't know where I am."

Something about the way he said it sent a prickle down my spine.

"Okay..." I shifted in my seat, casting a glance toward the dim hallway outside the booth. "Are you hurt? Do you need me to call someone?"