Through The Looking Glass

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WARNING : YOU WILL BE SO CONFUSE LIKE HELL BECAUSE HEY, I'M. NSFW

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'I found you.'

Seokjin blinked, he turned around and saw a huge painting on the wall. "The Fall of The Rebel Angels", that painting stared back at Seokjin's doe eyes. He stepped back, suddenly his body burned up. His world was spinning, he looked around. Where was he?

An art museum. Black smokes surrounded him, he felt itchy. He followed them and somehow end up in here.

Countless statues stood beautifully, some of them gazed at him, and some of them didn't dare to watch. Seokjin didn't remember when he went to this museum, the big white museum. Familiar but he can't remember clearly, his mind blurred.

"-jin hyun-" He stirred in his sleep, he covered his ears. That voice kept ringing inside his head.

"Seok- hyung!" another voice disturbed him, he pulled his blanket closer and buried his face to his soft pillow. He whined and bit his lips hard to settle down his head.

'Finally, I Found You.'

Seokjin jumped from his bed, Taehyung flinched back when the older man abruptly got up like that. The older man wiped his eyes, his body trembled from head to toes. He started to hyperventilate.

Taehyung sat on the bed, he lifted Seokjin's face and kissed the older man's cheek softly to calm him down, "Sorry, did I startled you?" he asked with a worried voice, Seokjin looked to Taehyung with wide eyes. He froze on his spot with drenched pajama and sweaty forehead, Taehyung's kisses helped a lot in this time.

Taehyung showered him with chaste kisses, he caressed Seokjin's black hair, "Hyung? Are you sick?" Taehyung touched Seokjin's forehead, the older man realized he was in their shared bedroom. He swallowed, his throat felt so dry like he was in the desert. He shook his head lightly, the dizziness was gone.

"Hyung, we can cancel our plan today," the younger man assured him, right, he promised Taehyung to accompany the younger man to an old art museum in the other city.

He let out a shaky breath, "No," he said with a hoarse voice, Taehyung walked and fetched a glass of water for him.

Seokjin drank it without hesitation, "we should go, and you have been talking about that museum since weeks ago."

"But-" the younger man was ready to object, Seokjin raised his eyebrow and tapped his finger to his own thigh; a sign that he was one step from his pissed off state. Taehyung sighed and smiled to his fiancée, "okay then! Let's eat breakfast first, and hyung, you should take a bath"

Taehyung ran away when Seokjin threw his pillow to the younger male's face, he chuckled; Taehyung can be annoying and adorable at the same time. He shook his head, he looked to the mirror near his bed. He tried to recall what his dream was, but he can't.

It's been days or maybe weeks, he kept getting those ambiguous dreams and every time he woke up, he can't remember a single thing. He rubbed his temple, maybe he needs to extend his holidays.

"Seokjin-hyung!" Taehyung shouted from the kitchen.

"Yeah, be right there!" Seokjin replied, he took a bath in minutes and wore his t-shirt. He also took his black jacket and wore his black trouser to match his t-shirt.

Taehyung was sitting on the kitchen chair with a bowl full of cereal. Right, Taehyung can't cook and Seokjin let the man took care of his breakfast.