= The Man In the Mirror = {[Nomin]}

• Chapter 19 •

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Nana awoke with a start and felt sweat covering his entire body. He sat up in an instant, startling the dark haired who was laying next to him peacefully. The honey haired felt out of breath, placing a hand over his chest to calm his breathing down.

Jeno took notice of his condition and sat up as well, raising the back of his palm to place on the younger's forehead. Nana closed his eyes and focused on the touch, feeling it's warmth against his oddly freezing skin.

"A-are you alright?" Jeno said while still blinking sleep from his eyes, noticing the other felt like a popsicle that was just taken from the fridge.

Nana swallowed his breath, finally breathing at a normal pace and fluttering his eyes back open. Jeno withdrew his hand slowly, still looking at the other with a concerned gaze.

"Yeah, just... got startled," Nana said in barely a whisper, leaning back on the headrest of the bed.

They had fallen asleep on top of the bed last night instead of underneath, deeming themselves too exhausted to climb under. They also figured that the two of them had chopsticks and would be able to fend off any monsters with teamwork. It was risky, but a lot more comfortable.

The sun's rays were just starting to peek through the window, but they weren't real. Merely simulated as a reflection of the real world. The void never had a night or day in actuality.

Jeno continued to stare at Nana as he closed his eyes once more, suddenly feeling drowsy again.

"Mind if I ask what startled you?" Jeno carefully said, studying the roses stitched into the mask he continued to wear.

Nana looked in front of him at nothing in particular through cracked eyes.

"I think... I think I remember who Taeyong is. My dream... I barely remember anything except for one part. I was hiding in the old antique shop's reflection where this mirror used to be, and I remember he came across me. With a friend too, but they were forced out. But I remember his friend saying his name multiple times. Taeyong... Taeyong..."

Jeno scrunched his eyebrows and felt sweat form on the back of his neck. Taeyong was in the mirror dimension? Could it genuinely be possible that he's what that website described as a god-like creature? It was hard to fathom such a thing.

It goes to prove that there is so much else to this world than what we show it to be. It proves that there is always something underlying something as simple as the glass in a mirror. It was starting to open up Jeno's eyes to possibilities that seemed impossible only weeks ago.

"Did anything else happen?" Jeno inquired softly.

"Not that I can think of," Nana shook his head and sat up straight again, now sitting directly next to Jeno. "Even what I told you is extremely blurry."