Through The Looking Glass

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He groaned in pain, Seokjin held his head tightly when the pain bloomed inside his head. He curled and cried in pain, he sobbed but the pain didn't go away.

"Don't fight it, Jin," a voice echoed in the middle of the spinning walls, Seokjin whined in confusion. He just tried to wake up, he can't even open his eyes rightly. It was hot and uncomfortable, his body was on fire.

"I-It's hurt," he winced, unfamiliar hands cradled his face and the pain stopped. He shut his eyes and took a shaky breath. Sweat dripped from his chin to his thigh, he fell but a pair of strong hands caught him before he really falls.

He felt a hand patted his back, the big hand rubbed his sore muscles. His head still felt dizzy but this time he can open his eyes and look around. It was the same museum room, but this one was so dark; the only light was from the moonlight from outside. The big window on the white wall, too high; you will need a really long ladder to reach that window.

Seokjin was sitting on a huge bed, king-sized bed. He realized this spot supposed to be where the angel statue was kneeling. The room looked the same but actually different. The position of the things was reversed. It was like the mirror reflection.

Seokjin froze, he heard the person who embraced him hummed. A melody he never heard before, the man kept caressing his back and rubbed his neck to ease his stiff shoulder. His heart raced, he blinked and suddenly he felt scared.

He raised his head slowly to look at the stranger before him. His eyes met the sapphire blue eyes, the blond man smiled gently to Seokjin. The black haired male's heart sank. It wasn't a dream.

"You worried me," the blond man touched his cheek softly like he was a fragile glass that will break anytime.

"You should be awake two hours ago but you didn't open your eyes," he let out a shaky breath, he didn't lie to Seokjin. The man with Taehyung's face was worried about him, he stared at Seokjin's eyes like he was scared. The blond man was scared if something happens to Seokjin.

Seokjin flinched when the man moved closer to him, he backed away and it hurt the blond man. Seokjin saw how his happy face changed into the face full of sorrow.

"What's wrong, Jin?" he asked, if the man didn't kidnap him, Seokjin will feel guilty for making him sad like this. But this man, he took him away from Taehyung. He also hurt his fiancée with the black smoke.

Seokjin shook his head, he moved until the end of the bed, his back against the headboard, "W-Who are you?" he stuttered, the man chuckled.

"Come on," he replied, Seokjin frowned, "don't joke like that, it's not funny," he gave Seokjin a boxy smile, awfully similar to Taehyung's iconic smile. Seokjin hated how similar this man to his fiancée. If he uses the same hairstyle, there's no way Seokjin can tell him apart from Taehyung.

"I-I'm not joking-" he denied, he whined when the man crawled to him and gripped his ankles. He was scared, the man looked at him with his darkened eyes. Scenarios played inside his head, he didn't know how his reaction would be if the stranger rapes him. If the blond man didn't have the same face like Taehyung, it will be so much easier for Seokjin.

Seokjin gasped when the man suddenly leaned down, the man held to his ankles, almost like his life depended to him. It didn't hurt, the man's grips; but it was desperate. Seokjin can felt the man's hand trembled, the blond man's head on his toes like he was worshiping Seokjin.