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

Bonus II

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This don't have nomin in it but I would still reccomend reading ;)

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The great iron door was difficult to open, but the latches soon gave in and squealed loudly as the hitches groaned.

A dark room was what faced the two standing in front of this great door, trying to adjust their eyes in order to see past the collections of dust in the air. Taeyong held out a hand to stop his brother from entering, slowly stepping in front and feeling the temperature immediately drop.

He turned back to Mark, beckoning for the torch held tightly in his hand as the fire crackled away and reached for the air. The younger handed the stick to him, Taeyong using it to illuminate the room as best as possible.

He saw pale sandstone walls going up only about seven feet high, a ceiling that was cemented almost like a bomb shelter. But the one thing that Taeyong cares about inside this small room, was the man who was chained down to the floor.

"Father..," Taeyong breathes out, feeling himself go numb after not seeing him for many, many years.

The man looked awful. His face was pale and cheek bones were deep, and the bags under his eyes almost swallowed them whole. Without wasting another moment, the pink haired man sprints towards him and kneels down, grabbing his shoulders and shaking the old man.

"Wh-what? What is it?" his father said in a rusty voice, blinking the sleep out of his eyes until they focused on the person in front of him. And for a moment, he thought he was dreaming.

"Taeyong? Is that you?"

Taeyong nodded and smiled widely, hugging his father for the first time in many, many years. Mark peered in through the doorway, not able to handle it as he ran inside too. He knelt down and his father gazed upon him, smiling at how grown up his sons had become.

"We're here to get you out, dad," Mark said and smiled. The moment felt slightly bitter to the dark haired boy, because it had been so long since seeing him that his face became fuzzy in his memory.

Taeyong searches the chains, tugging on them but not finding any way to release the man.

"Here, leave that part to me," a voice spoke from behind them, coming from the same person who had helped them find this place.

The man tore the axe off of his shoulder, walking closer to the chained up man and aiming. The weapon came down in a crash, making all of them flinch as pieces of chain went flying.

"Alright," the man huffed, slinging the sharp thing back on his shoulder and grinning.

"Thank you," Taeyong smiled at him, earning a nod of the head. The two boys helped their father up, grinning widely as they finally had him back, safe and sound.