Chapter Text
Jungkook was in a basement.
He turned back to the door he had just come through and tried to open the door. It was locked. He turned back to the basement, and before his eyes watched as it morphed into a long hallway. He blinked and rubbed at his eyes, but it remained a hallway.
Slowly, he began to walk down it. The walls were blank, made of smoothed out concrete. The floor was slightly damp as he walked, his bare feet slapping against the floor.
Juggling the items he had grabbed from the other room, he walked down the hallway. When he turned around to see how much progress he had made, the hallway seemed to stretch back the same length as what was in front of him.
He turned again and continued walking.
Finally, he found another door and opened it. Behind him, he could hear voices. He turned and looked down the hallway as the sound got louder.
Jimin appeared at the end of the hallway, his face twisted in fear as he started to run towards Jungkook. Jungkook went through the door and closed it behind him just as Jimin reached it.
"Jungkook!?" Jimin's terrified voice came through the wood, "g-get out of there! It isn't safe-"
Jungkook didn't answer, his eyes fixed on what was before him. A small room, with nothing but a hospital bed, a curtain, and a painting of a forest. His breath caught in his throat as a sick feeling grew inside of him.
This was the same room he had woken up in upstairs. What the hell was happening?
"Jungkook! Open the door!" Hoseok's panicked voice joined Jimin's, "please, don't go further-"
Jungkook twisted the lock on the door and stepped away from it. There was a satchel lying on the bed. He set down the things in his arms and picked up the satchel. Inside was a small note.
It read;
The realms of day and night, two different worlds coming from two opposite poles mingled during this time.
"Jeon Jungkook!" Seokjin's voice strung out and worried, carried through the wood. Jungkook looked back to the door, an odd sense of nothingness began to creep up his chest.
He felt empty.
He looked back down at the note and flipped it over to see the same symbol he had seen many times before on it. He tucked the note into the satchel, left everything but the keys behind, and pushed the curtain aside.
There was another door.
He jiggled the door, and when it didn't open, he used one of the keys to unlock it. How he knew which one was the correct key, he didn't know.
"Jungkook, please-"
He opened the door and paused, listening to Seokjin.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you-it was wrong of me to do that. Please, baby, open the door! It isn't safe in there!"
Jungkook walked through the door and felt a hand touch his face. His eyes went slightly foggy as he looked at the man touching him. Pale blonde hair, cut short and choppy. Dressed in a striped robe with silvery eyes that gleamed.
"Please! Not him!" Jimin screamed, now pounding on the door, "don't do this-don't take him from us again!"
Jungkook opened his mouth, a soft breath coming out. The man leant close and pressed their lips together. Jungkook closed his eyes, his knees became weak and he fell, kneeling before the man with his fingers loosely grasping his robe.
Whisperings voices flowed through his head, memories that were not his own bursting within him rapid fire. Too fast to process. Nothing that he recognized.
Hands grabbed his waist, lifting him up. He was weightless, and it took all of his strength to even squint open his eyes. A man with silver hair stood behind him, with plump lips and kind eyes. He touched his lips to Jungkook's cheek and watched with mirth-filled eyes as the door slammed open.
Jimin reached out, a sound of anguish passing his lips as he tried to grab Jungkook.
Their fingers brushed, and then Jungkook was gone.