The sharp shard of glass tore a deep gash into the rough skin of his palm. Namjoon's eyes hung, exhausted over tear-stained cheeks which were red and abused from hours of endless sobbing. The crimson liquid that coated his hand hand begun to dry leaving a rusted stain behind. Sleep threatened to overtake his senses, forcing his eyes closed and evening out his weary breaths, until a sharp click forced his upwards - his gaze now trained on his ticket to freedom. The open door threw a shaft of harsh light into the desolate room, calling Namjoon towards it, coaxing him gently forwards with the promise of freedom. He warily stood, swaying for a few moments before fully gaining his balance. Namjoon quickly stumbled towards the door tripping clumsily over loose floor boards as he was handed his escape. A smile crossed his lips, his damaged hand grazing against the rough wooden door frame. Almost there. The gentle smile on his face fled when a dark silhouette blocked his path, the blinding light behind them making them seem even more intimidating. "W-what?" he mumbled, staring at the figure in awe. Silently, they reached out a pale hand beckoning him to take it. Hesitating slightly he placed his hand into the figures who swiftly pulled him out of the room and into the cold corridor. Suddenly the masked figure stopped, a black piece of material in his hands. Namjoon's brows furrowed in confusion, the person stepping closer. His grasp tightened on the sharp glass in his hand, re-opening the painful wound. The midnight robe swirled around the person as they approached, wrapping the dark material around the panicking man's eyes. Darkness clouded his vision the rest of his senses heightening in response. His body tensed as he was lead forward a familiar voice filling his ears. "Don't panic Namjoon hyung." J-hope said soothingly, his footsteps pausing. A creak of hinges and the click of keys forced Namjoon's heart rate to quicken as he he was once again led into the unknown. A few more footsteps and the pair were brought to a halt once more. Light blinded him momentarily as his sight was given back to him. The younger let out a gasp of surprise as he expected to the smiling face of Hoseok but was simply greeted by a flawlessly white mask covered in flecks of gold and sliver that hid his friend's normally cheerful features. His abuser lips turned into a confused frown once a single solemn word was uttered from the usually cheerful mans lips. "Go." Hoseok turned and left the empty room locking the door behind him. Several worn doors lined the walls all seemingly begging him to open them. Dazed, he slowly moved towards the centre of the small room where seven chairs were located. All different colours. But his gaze fell upon something past the small splash of colour in the centre of the room. An open door. A single open door which beckoned him to enter. His wary, tired legs carried him through the frame into the dark depths of the corridor that lay in wait for him.

A singular booth sat in the room, seeming lay awaiting his arrival. Dashes of colour ran across the walls creating a kaleidoscope of dizzying pigments. A lone figure sat silently in the booth watching him. Motionless. Namjoon's eyes flicked to the blood-stained glass in his palm before settling on the booth. Head still spinning from the colour and harsh lights,he approached the box, his hand outstretched as he offered the glass towards the figure. A gloved hand removed it from his grasp replacing the painful object with a small black hair bobble. A smile danced along his lips as he clasped his hand around it. A sigh of relief fell from his lips as he made his way down the corridor once again. This was it. His magic shop. His happiness. His 'love'.

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Edited by @itz_just_aidan (On Instagram)