A/N: im so damn sorry for not updating for like, 9483948 years. But, here you go.
Namjoon's POV.
Me, Seokjin hyung, Jimin and Jumgkook continued to explore.
Shivers went down on our spine, a smoke appeared on us, flowing slowly.
In the blink of an eye, the place changes.
It was a place..full of mirrors.
"Woah. What is this place?" Jimin muttered. I shrugged as we continued to walk, since we didn't know where the exit was. I went to walk, but a mirror had caught my attention. A glowing one. I went to approach it, and things had gone blurry.V i s i o n .
"It's over." I said sternly on a male that was begging for me not to leave. "Please! Namjoon, I'm begging you! I love you! P-please, dont leave me.." the guy loudly sobbed. "Ugh. Even your cries are annoying. But your pathetic existence and being? Even worse." I scoffed and went to get up, opening the door while getting out, slamming the door shut.I then realized i was crying. What was that? What did i just saw into the mirror? I can't..why am i crying for no reason? Did i do something wrong on that person? Did i hurt them? I can't remember..i don't exactly remember anything, since..im pretty much dead now. No way, but that guy's face is blurred. I had hurt somebody..how can i be so cruel?
I kept on sobbing quietly until, "Namjoon! Oi! A-are you okay?" Seokjin asked in a concerned tone on his voice. I whispered, "No i'm not, I'm really not, I'm so afraid." Seokjin then hugged me tightly, gently patting my back. "Tell me what happened later, okay? Just please, stop crying.." he said with a slight frown. "It's making my heart ache for no reason." Seokjin muttered quietly, but i still heard it.
I think that i finally found who i truly am, my true reflection.
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FantasyKim Seokjin. 26 years old. He got into a car accident. He woke up, in a strange place. Not one scratch nor an injury did he have. ..Strange.