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It was the same mirror.
It was always the same black mirror.
Seokjin walked on the watery floor, water reaching his ankle.
The water dark blue with a little hue of something darker, Seokjin was looking down to his soaked trousers.
The hem soaked, his long white sleeves dangling and he looked forward. The same huge mirror.
The mirror was tall, about twice his height and a little wider.
When he stood before it, he was reflected in the middle.
His hair black and his eyes grey, he didn't remember he used to have grey orbs.
He closed his eyes before he opened it and he saw a scene flash before him.
The mirror gave him an odd reflection again.
The floor dry, no water and his trousers also dry.
Oddly he didn't feel something wrong.
Seokjin sat on the floor, he watched the mirror as if it was some kind of projector he once found in the mortal realm.
Taehyung sometimes took him to the human world, they had so many amazing things.
Until these days, Seokjin found himself to be tiptoeing on the edge.
His memories, mind, and even his consciousness.
It was a mess.
Everything crumbled and moulded into one, randomly, he found himself wrecked again and again.
But he had no idea how; when; why; or what.
He was lost.
Seokjin knew something was wrong with him, but he couldn't explain nor having a slight idea.
When he looked to the mirror, he saw Taehyung.
The mirror, their eyes found Taehyung in the middle of the crowd.
People wearing clothes Seokjin felt familiar with, the one Taehyung wore was better.
Not for a commoner, maybe for a noble.
Not the noble from Seokjin's kingdom, not for his people.
Not for his era.
Every time he saw the mirror, the reflection, the unknown scenes.
The headache would come and attack him as if his head was splitting.
Into pieces but still holding into the last strong of sanity.
The scene changed, they became closer.
They introduced each other, the laughed, they joked.
It was different from his story and Taehyung, they knew each other since childhood. But this one met when they were adult.
He wasn't a prince and Taehyung wasn't a farmer.
He was a bastard child, a son from a pretty prostitute and lived in a slum. He grew fangs and claws, living like a stray cat.
He found Taehyung, the other man also found him.
It felt perfect, except the agony trying to dig out his heart.
The pain trying to crush his ribs and steal his heart.
Painful.
It was torturing but the scenes kept changing and Seokjin kept learning.
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