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In which he is lost

Everything around him was blue and grey. He was running — as fast as he could — but through what? He couldn’t tell. Thick fog swallowed everything, blurring shapes and sounds. It felt like he was trapped in a dense forest. His lungs burned, gasping for air. Someone was chasing him. Was it Hwang?

He didn’t want to look back. Fear froze him — what if it was Hwang? His heartbeat skyrocketed; sweat slicked his forehead. Behind him, footsteps crushed leaves and twigs, closing in.

“Oh, your beauty enthralled me…”

That voice. The one he hated with burning passion echoed through the fog, coming from everywhere and nowhere.

“I’m a slave to your blue eyes…”

Don’t speak. Shut up! His throat was clogged with thick saliva, bitter and heavy. He couldn’t swallow.

“Your lips are like a red rose…”

His legs gave out. Shivers crawled up his spine, anxiety coiling under his skin. He ran blindly, but the fog swallowed his path. He was lost.

Cold seeped into his bones. He wanted to hold onto something, someone — but his legs betrayed him. Faster footsteps thundered behind.

“You think he’ll save you?”

No! He screamed inside. Shut up!

“Don’t you think he’ll be disgusted by you?”

No, that’s not true! Jungkook loved him. He wasn’t like Hwang. Don’t speak of him that way.

“Do you think he’ll love you once he knows the truth?”

His heart plummeted. Something twisted deep in his gut. His mind spiraled with the question no one dared to ask.

“He will leave you… just like the others.”

Will he? Would Jungkook abandon him like everyone else had? A hurricane raged through his chest.

Why were these terrible doubts crawling into his mind? He hated them.

Suddenly, he found himself standing before a mirror. Bright, sterile light flooded the white tiles that boxed him in. He brushed his fingers over the marks on his body — ugly reminders of a tortured past. Small, burned circles from cigarettes, long thin scars etched along his ribs.

Voices echoed inside his mind, a twisted chorus dragging him back through all the pain. Confidence shattered. How could he face the love of his life? What would Jungkook think, knowing everything? Fear gripped him tight.

He clutched his head, screaming silently to drown out the voices — but they only grew louder.

The room spun. The white tiles and mirror merged into black and white ribbons twisting endlessly. He felt like he was drowning — water filling his lungs, ears ringing with pressure. His legs finally collapsed beneath him. The cold tile bit into his skin as darkness swallowed his vision.

—

He dashed to his room, trembling as he grabbed his phone.

“Hey, Hoseok… Did you find Hwang?”

“No?”

“I can’t find Taehyung…”

“Yeah, okay.”

He hung up, brows furrowed as a strange sound caught his attention — running water. He followed it to the bathroom.

There, sprawled on the floor, lay Taehyung — unconscious, clothes soaked, the shower still running.

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