Phantasmagoria | BTS & TXT FF

Chapter Fifteen: We Don't Want to be Here

Hoseok wakes up from his afternoon slumber and notices that he isn't in his room. Instead, he is in a room full of carnival stuffs, which are disassembled. This place reminds him of the amusement park that his mother left him all by himself and she never came back.

He bangs on the door, because he doesn't want to be stuck in here, remembering that memory. He tries to open door knob but it is lock from the inside.

"That's not possible! There's no way that I'm locked from the inside," Hoseok says.

Hoseok charges to the door, in order to bust it open, just like Namjoon did yesterday. Namjoon opened the door by breaking it, when Jungkook was in. It was no use, he can't break it open. He just sits on floor, back resting on the door.

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Taehyung wakes up from the floor, he sits up rubbing his eyes while yawning. He notices that the room, he's in, is full of tiny mirrors dangling from the ceiling and noticed that the floor is full of fine sand, good thing that the sand didn't went to his clothes. He looks behind him and sees a writing on the wall, Save Me, in an odd handwriting.

Taehyung went to observe it, but was pushed back by a glass, preventing him from taking a step forward. He looks at the one of the mirrors and notices that his hair is a mullet.

"My hair isn't this long," Taehyung says, touching his hair. "I love it!"

He then notices a cellphone on the ground, he picks it up and opens the phone. It was a picture of him and his parents, including Taehyun, who are happy and he saw a little quote on the bottom of the picture.

We just want the best for you two.

He noticed that the background is a school and him and Taehyun are wearing school uniforms, smiling wide. Taehyung's arm on Taehyun's shoulder.

The phone dissolves away from his hand, it turns into sand. He just looks at it.

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Namjoon wakes up and notices that he is in a warehouse but the walls is made up of mirrors. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, he notices that his hair is side parted slicked backed and is dressed up in a formal attire. His eyes widened and he quickly looked away from the mirror in front of him, good thing that he turned around, there is no mirror in sight.

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ. Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɪɴ Sᴇᴏᴜʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴘ 4 ᴍᴏsᴛ ʀɪᴄʜᴇsᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ.
Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ɪs ᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇᴅ ʀɪᴄʜ ᴋɪᴅ. Hᴇ ɢᴇᴛs ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs. Hᴇ ʜᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ғᴇᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜᴍᴘ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜs ғᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪs ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴏʙʟɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴs. Hᴇ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ.

Tʜᴀᴛ's ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴍɪᴛʟᴇss ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ.

Tʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴏʙᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴄᴏᴢ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ғʀᴏᴢᴇ Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ's ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ʜɪs ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅs.

Hᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʟᴏʏᴀʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀʀᴇ Jᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, Jɪᴍɪɴ, Tᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ, Sᴇᴏᴋᴊɪɴ, Hᴏsᴇᴏᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ Yᴏᴏɴɢɪ.

3 ʏᴇᴀʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

Hɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ғᴜʀɪᴏᴜs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ 3 ʏᴇᴀʀs. Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Hᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs sʜᴏᴇs.

"Wᴇ'ʟʟ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ," ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ. "Yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏɴ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜɴ ᴏᴜʀ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss ʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ sʜᴏʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ CEO."

Nᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ CEO, ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ғᴀᴍᴏᴜs ʀᴀᴘᴘᴇʀ. Bᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs.

Aɴᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ 4 ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴅɪᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ. Aғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ, ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ Cʜᴏɪ Sᴏᴏʙɪɴ. Hᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛs Sᴏᴏʙɪɴ ᴀs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

He sits, his back on the mirror while he is facing the blank wall.