That thought just seeped in through you and the astonishment of the words falling from your mouth consternated you in all forms, a twinge of ominousity slowly rises in your chest, afraid it brims to the top and gush out of your contains and ebbs the locked confines to pour havoc out of your grasp.

The skin on your arms start to contract into goosebumps, your words just popped one of your bubbles and you're left wondering why?

Why would you say that? Not just a sudden outburst but it seemed like a determined piece of bright and beautiful masterpiece, a delicate tone that swept out of your mouth with the gentle spasm of your tongue.

Not only did it surprise you but also the men around you, their faces are stretched into a gesticulation of awe and shock. Suddenly, your mouth emits a trill sound, a nervous chuckle vibrating with a transitory bewilderment into a large blow.

It blows your mind and you think they also feel the same way you do.

"I mean- That's not what I mean," you wave your hands at them in attempt to abnegate your delicate outburst, but your words had already circulated in the air and had stabbed at the back of their minds, leaving them in a swirling puddle of stolid features.

'Damn it,' you think lowly.

Even your brother stood there unresponsive, your words must've been more than the kind of shock to you, it must've affected them big time. Carefully, you skid closer to him and nudge his arm.

"Hey, that's not what I meant," you say in a whisper, your voice merely a bruit. What do you have to hide? Is it the fact that you said it or the fact that it might be close to genuine?

With the ticks of the clock you slowly realize something, you must be in denial, the fact that you can't accept it means only one thing: It's the truth, an encompassing chord you had never thought to feel for a stranger.

Namjoon snaps out from his trance and stares at you wide-eyed taking you off guard, the camber of his eyes now revel on you, and the gentle frills of the crevice on his cheeks catch your attention once again. His plump lips are stretched to a slender and weary smile making you flinch at the creep.

"Namjoon, why are you looking at me like that?" You ask nervously, although aware of the fact that his body motions and draws closer to you, the smile he adorns never leaves his lips until he reaches to you.

You throw a glance at Jimin and when you look in front Namjoon has already reached at your point, he lowers his head beside your ear and starts to speak lowly, "I may know why you are here."

His hot breath ever so gently fans the crest of your ear making your chest spark in bitter disdain, your body now floats in dull and spartan. The monotomous and deep voice circulates in your ear.

With this pervious position you are at an advantage to peer behind him, his body lowers much more. The men behind him stand there unresponsive and stone-faced, strange, they had never changed positions, in fact they had never moved.

You take your time to remove the unwanted sensation by your ears by moving slightly and to the back, he stays in his position with the lowered-head and you stare at each other. Delivering an unintelligable message.

"What do you mean?" you ask whisperingly, afraid someone could hear, but with the unresponsive wits of the men around you makes you doubt if they could hear your words.

His plump lips release a small, calm chuckle before he takes you by the arm gently, "Let's change clothes first and talk after everything is set right."

He nods to everyone and as if everything is in sync they fall behind you two, including Jimin. They look like they had been put on a spell, a one so heavy it pains to oppose the obscure energy. Namjoon starts to drag you and everyone walks concurrently with yours.

He pulls you through the burned obsolete and you two stray at the meandered trees, the men behind you walk like soldiers and the thought of the possibility of them stumbling by one of the mossy rocks bothers your mind.

You both end up on a desolate road leading to nowhere and a black van is stationed by the side, Namjoon pulls you inside as everyone stations to their places, Hoseok drives the van, you are at the front seat and Namjoon and your brother are on both of your sides. Sandwiching you into a whole mass.

The nip of the artificial cold air flushes you pink, surely enough, your mother was right, never stay in a cold place after just being exposed to a hot temperature, and with this you squeeze in a sneeze between your contractions.

Everyone's focus is on the road, they had never even looked at you once and it bewilders you. One minute they were gesturing at you happily and then the second they turn into these stone statues with barely any emotions, this sparks a feeling of dread in you.

The way Namjoon's body is pressed up against you forcing your form to harshly press against your brother's makes you feel like a prisoner, and it is nowhere near to good and comfortable, you sink much more in the soft cushion and it barely gives you any comfort you had wanted as relief. With a slight turn you throw a glance at your brother beside you, and the small distance created by Namjoon's force on you creates only a black rimmed gray of corporeal in your vision.

Your brother is only a black silhouette streaked in a vertical line in your vision, and you cannot see what he is feeling or where his eyes are focused at. With this position the only way your head could go is at the front.

Everyone is oddly silent and only the constant revs of the engine are the ones to occupy the space, the defeaning silence starts to get to you so you gently poke and tap your knuckles in attempt to relieve yourself. Your brother's chest's rise and fall are the only thing that is consoling you, and yet it's not enough, because your brother had never acted this way to you before.

You're starting to be afraid, thousands of questions start to pile in your brain and bleed to words you can't choke out, it hitches in you until it gnaws and clambers at the rails of your throat, crying to be released. But you suck it in, back into your brain, and back to its solidified form of thoughts, but a spasm of its creation suddenly bulges out of you but your lips only emit a strained, ragged sigh. You can't even speak and this worries you much more.

The road is narrow and straight, without any obstacles of any form, trees line at both of your sides, just like the clear path the mysterious guy guided you into, but this time you're riding in a car instead of going by foot.

Jimin hasn't spoken to you yet and it worries you, it's funny how the only person who could help and comfort you is one of the many statue of strange and unknown men surrounding you. You are squished into the crammed car, and you take a moment to acknowledge the fact that there was a remaining space by Namjoon's side of the seat, and he doesn't nor neither does he want to move, he stays pressed by your side, oppressing you into nothing but a human scarced of air.

It hits you with a realization; he's doing this on purpose, although the grounds you don't know of. In fact you don't know why they are acting this way and what's already happening, you're still stuck in the time where everything that had happened didn't exist, the time where you're still sat on the cream-colored window seat, looking out the window and reveling in the silver light of the moon.

The time you hadn't met the mysterious man at the other side of the lake, and the time everything is not confusing.

The pace of the car slows down to a huge, black gate, a slender man fitted into a uniform emits from a small house by the gate and opens the gate manually. The car enters and strays to a long path up a hill, it swerves to the right and parks at the side.

Namjoon opens the door and clambers out of the car and stretches his hands for you to take, his eyes closely studies you, and you catch glimpse of a little gleam of suspicion twinkling in his eyes. It confuses you, why would he be suspicious of you when you clearly should be the one to be suspicious?

He eyes you as you start to push yourself out of the van and the others follow, a gust of warm air suddenly circulates around you and pushes a part or your hair in front of your face, temporarily blinding you, "I suppose this will answer some of your questions."

You hold the strands of your hair and remove it from the sticky sweat-dried skin of your facee, it takes a little bit of work but you try to be patient. Without noticing, you had started to count the strands, one...two...three.

...And four, your eyes adjust at the figure behind the line of your strand and you gasp at the sight before you. Your strand has been long forgotten as the grip of your fingers loosens and it cascades gently and obscurely down your eye and lashes, blinding you again with its vertical form.

Your eye brims with tears as the weight of the strand on your lashes irritates your eye, but it's nothing compared to the sight your vision takes in, you can feel it now, the paling of your face.

Those pair.

The black holes.

A sly smug stretches his lips as he looks at you in surprise and amusement, the golden sunlight streams through his eyes, showing a twinkling, honey pair that's directly positioned at you.

Namjoon faces you at the sudden gasp, his brow cocks up, "What's wrong?"

With barely any audible sound you point at the man in front of you and Namjoon's eyes follow suit, but he moves his head from side to side, showing that he was not seeing anything other than bushes and trees.

"There's nothing there," he says, still looking at any possible objects or persons you could be seeing but there was nothing there.

You turn to him, eyes flashed with impatience and dread, "You don't see him?" you continuously point at the man, "He's there, standing by the fountain."

Namjoon's face creases in perplexity, "Who?"

You look around, finding someone who could help you but you have come to know that the men with you including your brother had vanished, leaving you alone with Namjoon and the mysterious one. No one could help you now.

"The mysterious man, the one who I'm not supposed to see," You answer, Namjoon's eyes widen to a dumfounded one mixed with shock and perplexity.

"You really see him?" His tone rises now, barely a bellow from the hazy crack of his tone.

"Why, what's wrong?" you ask, fear suddenly spikes through you.

"You're not supposed to see him," he answers in a low voice as he looks around and draws closer to close a small gap from your bodies.

You whisper a barely audible question, "Why?"

His voice drops to an octave lower and you take a moment to fathom on that, "Because you don't know what he is."

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[A/N]

UNEDITED.