"Is there something you'd like to see again?" Yoongi asked Jimin as they sat in front of a mirror together. The thing had appeared out of nowhere.

"Spring," said Jimin. He remembered that he couldn't wait to see spring. He couldn't wait to smell the flowers, the warm air, the earth after rain. He wished he could hear birds singing every morning, a rare thunderstorm in its arrival and passing, the ocean crashing over the beach a little ways off from his house.

Yoongi nodded and placed his hand on the mirror.  It had no reflection to begin with, and soon, the surface seemed to change.

Yoongi took Jimin's hand and stuck his foot in the mirror. "You trust me?" He asked softly.

Jimin gave him a smile and nodded, hair in his eyes as Yoongi pulled them through. A gust of wind nearly knocked the light boy into orbit, but Yoongi kept him grounded.

"There is a better part to hell," Yoongi said to Jimin as they walked through a field of lavender. "This is what it used to look like... now it's just a memory."

"Why a memory?" Jimin asked.

"It was corrupted. I couldn't stop it."

"Corrupted by what?"

"The moon."