He was falling and falling in complete darkness. His stomach lurched, anticipating the fall. Then suddenly, as he hit the ground, his body shattered into a million pieces, and his eyes flew open.
It was one of those dreams when you felt like you were falling endlessly. Jin gasped as he felt himself pulled out of unconsciousness.
His eyes bulged out of his sockets as he clutched his gut with heavy pants.
The floor was stiff cold, and the room dark and damp.
Jin felt his hair slick against his sweaty forehead.
Where was he?
His mind flashed back to when he met the two beings with very distinct auras. Namjoon and Seraphina. The situation he had been placed in was so surreal that Jin wanted to so badly call it a dream.
He took deep breaths, mustering enough strength to sit up straight, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Jin tried clenching and unclenching his fists. Nausea still hadn’t left him. Fear crawled inside of him as he slowly opened his eyes to the dark room.
It looked so unfamiliar, yet to him, the sensation was all the more recognizable.
Everything was pitch black except for a scallop of harsh bluish light coming from a corner.
Jin blinked, trying to decipher what it was.
“He-hello”, he croaked. His hand went up to his throat in shock. It felt swollen, tightening as he tried mumbling out another word.
Jin hugged his knees into himself, curling into a ball on the hard floor. It was all just a horrible, horrible dream. Nothing of it mattered.
He got dreams like these all the time anyway. He kept his eyes shut and focused on his breathing, hoping once more to diminish away into complete darkness, fighting back any tears threatening to break through.
The panic began to settle as his breaths came out less rapidly. The fear was still there, but the haze in Jin’s mind began to clear up.
He imagined the hard floor to be a swath of floating clouds. The dampness of the room was simply the humid sky tickling his skin.
He sighed, then slowly opened his eyes.
He was still in the same place.
“Ok”, he breathed out slowly, wincing from his constricting throat.
He felt his body fight the soreness as he scrambled to stand on two feet.
Jin scanned his surroundings, catching sight of the flickering blue light. Slowly, and cautiously he limped over to it.
The bluish glow became sharper, tinting Jin’s face with its harsh light. His eyes squinted to make out the defined structure of the device.
The bracing was of gold, intricately crafted on the oval structure. The blue resonated from its metallic interior.
Jin’s gut tilted. He stepped back.
A mirror.
Jin had learned to except fate. He had learned to succumb to the wills of destiny. But not a mirror. Ever since the young man had laid eyes on a mirror for the first time, a deep unease would erupt inside of him.
He didn’t know what people would see in him, for when he looked in a mirror, those horrid voices would lurk in his ear, and a deformed face stared back.
Was this some sick joke?
Jin gritted his teeth. He wanted to leave this dream. He wanted out.
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MIRROR MIRROR || ksj || BTS
Fanfiction"Sometimes, what we're looking for outside might be on the inside." Jin grew up with a cursed gift. He could bring the dots together. He could see the bare red threads connecting people from hundreds of miles across the world. And he saw the tragedy...
