I picked up one of the shards and peered into it. I could see him laying there peacefully on the wooden floor. Undisturbed. When I turned the shard, the back became a card. I turned it back over to see a picture of a mirror coming into view.

There he was.

Standing and looking away from me. I sighed before attempting to put the card in my pocket. But then it turned to dust and blew away.

His soul was set free..

Suddenly, I didn't feel like I was as terrible as I they had told me.

I walked back out to the room again and stood stiffly in the darkness. Then I called to him.

Jeon Jungkook..

He appeared to me out of the darkness and stood still with his head down. I lifted my eyebrow and he lifted his head. When I saw his eyes, I snapped my fingers and we were in another room. He sat across from me and I began the process again.

There are no need for words.. For you already know what will take place here..

He nodded then took in a breath. It was silent for a time before he suddenly looked up at me, not blinking. I reached up and untied my blindfold. I kept my eyes closed before piercing Jungkook's with them.

I saw the side of him that I never saw before. He was walking around on the train tracks when a figure appeared in front of him. His eyes looked up at the man's face and then nodded before continuing on with his walk.

"You know, you should never walk alone." The man said and Jungkook nodded. "And if you're not careful, you could get into some serious trouble."
Jungkook whirled around.
"So what do you suggest I do?" He sounded agitated. The man just smiled and Jungkook continued his walk. The scene faded into the darkness of nightfall and suddenly, there was a voice. "Make a right here." Alarmed, Jungkook looked around for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. "I said make a right." The voice said again. "Who are you?" There was silence that followed and then footsteps. When the light touched the figures face, Junkook realised who it was. "I am Namjoon. Kim Namjoon." He smiled.
"You? Why are you following me?"
"You never walk alone. Never."
"Alright, I get it! Now leave!"
"If I left, you and I would both be walking alone. So that's just
contradicting."
Jungkook glared at him and nodded.
"So, make a right. You can crash at my place."
With a sigh, Jungkook turned right and then spoke again.
"Why are you doing this anyway?"
"You never walk alone."
"Is that your answer to everything?"
"Maybe." Namjoon shrugged before laughing.
When they got to the trailer, Namjoon offered Jungkook a drink but he declined. Soon after, they went to sleep.

There was a flash of light that lead me into the future. Namjoon and Jungkook were running and eventually were caught by the police. Jungkook's face was slammed onto the car at the same time as Namjoon's. Cringing in pain, he looked over at Namjoon who smiled at him and returned the smile before being thrown into the car.

"Fun, huh?" Jungkook said.
"Great fun." Namjoon smiled. "We should be out by tomorrow."

A year had passed in time and Jungkook seemed to be losing his mind. He stood quietly in front of a canvas that seemed to taunt him. His breath became ferocious and pretty soon, I could see nothing. His breath was all I could hear. Then, when his eyes opened, there was the nightmare.

The bird..

The darkness..

It was then that Jungkook had decided to leave his past behind and Namjoon with it too. But he would never forget him. He left the picture on the table where Namjoon would leave his ink to paint his skin and left. But, of course..

This was the last time that Jungkook would live as a mortal. Now, he would live forever here..

As a trapped soul..

I looked up at him. I kept the silence and when I looked down at the table, I saw it.

Jungkook. Your mind and soul are too weak to become a leader. You are easily mislead and too innocent to become Heto.

The dagger began to move and was soon floating in the air. With my mind, I brought it forth to him.

Take it. Now place the blade on your forearm, but don't cut it.

When he had done so, I allowed the blade to cut him and the colors began to spill from him. I allowed the colors to spill from his hands, legs and arms. Still, he did not make a sound. I lifted his short with my mind and began carving the tortured being on his chest. It was then that the colors began to spill from his eyes.

It was then that I knew,

He was gone..

The colors painted his body and melted him into a black mess. A puddle of black paint of which had a card emerge from the disaster. I picked up the card and observed the painting of the bird that he had painted. The one painting that tortured his soul. The one that ate him alive..