Namjoon looked at every room there is, even though he is having such conditions, he kept himself strong just to see that man again.

At least, please, the second time I'll be able to see my soulmate, before I end this life. I want to see him happy and smiling.

He held onto the walls, hoping he wouldn't slip as his legs wobble. He mentally cursed himself and he bit his lower lip miserably.

He huffs and he pauses for awhile in the uninhabited aisle, smelling the stench of death and nothing but death. Was he supposed to be suffocating in this fragrance? Is this a sign, perhaps? That he'll die anytime soon?

What is death like?

Will he really see the Grim Reaper like those in the movies?

Will he really see the good things he had done throughout his life before he lost his breathing?

Namjoon looked up at the distant window by the end of the aisle, he could barely see anything from behind the glass.

It was all dark.

And the stars weren't even there.

Where had they gone?

He felt like he suddenly forgot his purpose and his life. Everything. What suddenly went wrong. What did he forgot about?

What was the meaning of the stars to him before? The stars were there for what? It's as though his life suddenly became meaningless at the loss of the stars. There wasn't anything guiding his path from now, and he feels so lost.

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He's surrounded by the dark realm, barely feeling anything as his body grew numb suddenly. Namjoon doesn't know where he is, or where he wanted to go.

But being in this awfully dark realm with nothing to see and hear but his thoughts had always been familiar.

Had he been here?

The embrace of darkness had always been so beautiful for him. He felt at peace, but surely demons lurked around him, probably looking at him in distaste. Or maybe they're the one embracing him?

Being comfortable in the dark is ironic, after all. The presence of comfort isn't even here to begin with, but it feels so good, he just wanted to stay here. Can he?

"Namjoon."

Someone is definitely calling him.

What is this blurred image?

"Namjoon."

The image becomes more and more clearer.

A person, of course. Perhaps his soulmate?

The image starts to get more and more clearer, till Namjoon sees himself those familiar eyes, those lips, those brown locks.

He was right about his guess.

Seokjin looked back at him with those pitiful eyes, but Namjoon smiled at him pathetically.

"You're my soulmate, aren't you? I knew."

Seokjin giggled and he ducks his head down shyly. 

"I knew too. But I wasn't able to tell you my first impression, I never thought we'd meet like this miserably." Seokjin licks at his lips and he smiled down, swaying his body as well with such demure demeanor, emitting delicacy and aesthetic with just him alone.

Namjoon wanted to reach up to the guy, but he couldn't move from the position he is. But he was happy he's able to see his soulmate right in front of him.

"I've dreamt of you, quite a lot of times, but it had always been blurry. I've always wondered what the purpose of dreaming is, and now I know, that it drops hints of your soulmate." Namjoon proudly says upon the new discovery, trying to rile up Seokjin and see more of the way his smiles form by itself.

"Namjoon, I'm sorry." I'm sorry... for what?

"It was fun while it lasted. It's too late for me."