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[fantastic-bby]

A Flame In The Dark - 4

Pairing: (F)Reader x San

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: Angst | Mage!San | Demi-demon!Reader 

Summary: San's life has been pretty suffocating. His childhood friend disappeared and his parents had forced him into a magic academy against his will. Although he's made new friends, the walls of the academy tend to feel like a prison to him.

With how he's already constantly sneaking out at night to get out of the academy, he thinks he's found a way to not feel so trapped. But San's habit of sneaking out just makes his life a whole lot more difficult...

Warnings: Use of dark magic | Gore | Violence | Major character death | San gets much hurt | Reader also gets hurt | Everyone gets hurt okay | This is also the final part of FITD whoo

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“Wake up, San.” San’s eyes slowly opened, being faced with both Seonghwa and Mina looking at him in concern. The feeling of grass poking at his back slowly brought San back to the field as he sat up, looking around in slight confusion. 

He was slightly disoriented. “What happened?” he questioned. 

“You passed out,” Mina said softly. “Are you okay?” San looked around the field, his eyes stopping at the large patch of burnt grass in the middle of the field. Seonghwa followed his gaze,

“You did that, San,” he claimed. San whipped his head to the older mage with wide eyes. 

“I did?” 

Mina nodded. “You kinda exploded. I don’t know how else to describe it,” her hand raised to point to the hole in San’s shirt that was exposing his stomach. “But you were letting out this huge heat wave. I’m pretty sure the elders probably felt it, too.” Mina was right. Elder Jinx came running into the field with Elder Saron, both of them with confusion as well as concern painted on their faces. 

“What was that?” Elder Saron questioned. 

“We were helping San train and he pretty much burst into flames.” Seonghwa honestly couldn't really explain what had happened. It happened too quickly for any of the other mages to understand what was happening. Mina’s light creatures had pushed San to the ground and held him down, but San broke free by literally brusting into flames. Both Mina and Seonghwa were staring in shock as San was completely engulfed in flames, heat waving off of him and starting to push both of them back from the heat. 

“The heatwave was so strong, it stopped my magic,” Mina added. San looked at the two with the same confusion that the elders felt. 

“How did I do that?” he muttered out as he looked down at his hands. His skin was perfectly fine; unscathed. But the last time he tried to do something like that, his hand tore open and he had to visit Momo. 

“You managed to disable Mina’s magic with a heatwave?” Elder Jinx questioned, causing him to look up at her. “If you can learn to control it, it could help us greatly.” San let it sink in. If he did master it, he could use it against your den. He just needed to know how he did it. San raised his hands out in front of himself and stared at them, wondering whether or not he could replicate the power.

“Go rest, San,” Elder Jinx advised gently. “You aren’t used to using so much magic.” San obliged without much hesitation, stumbling his way towards the academy. He was surprised at how exhausted he felt. San’s body felt heavy as though he would collapse at any moment. It took him a lot just to get back to his room, and the moment he did, he passed out on his bed.

“San!” Wooyoung’s voice echoed throughout the destroyed building. San looked around frantically, trying to find his friend. The academy was caught ablaze, the second floor slowly starting to collapse into the first. None of the telepathic mages had seen you coming, and when they did, it was already too late to evacuate anyone. San had woken up to the smell of smoke only to realise that he had somehow slept through the building catching on fire and losing sight of his friends in the process.

San stumbled through the debris, desperately trying to find Wooyoung as his voice kept crying out for him. He was lucky his skin would only burn at higher temperatures. “Wooyoung?!” San called out just as a wooden frame came collapsing right in front of him. “Yeosang?!” The smoke was making it difficult for San to make anything out, but he could see a body crawling among the blaze. So, he ran through the flames and towards the body. 

“San!” Jaebeom’s eyes widened with relief when he saw the fire mage. “I can’t use my powers at all,” he grumbled, “I tried putting out the flames to try and find a way out, but the heat is too much for my magic.” San looked around the remains of Jaebeom’s study before turning back to the mentor. 

“Follow me, hyung. I think I can try and find a way out.” He held onto Jaebeom’s wrist and started to pull him through the fire as fast as he could. San needed to be quick. Jaebeom was an ice mage. High temperatures would weaken his body as well as deem his magic completely unusable. There was no way San could smash through the wall without hurting Jaebeom and the safest option was to run through the entire building until they found an opening. 

That was what they did. Twisting and turning throughout the academy only to be further trapped in when a huge portion of the second floor collapsed around them.

“San, wait,” Jaebeom coughed as he covered his mouth with the collar of his sweater. “Just break through the wall,” he suggested, cocking his head in the direction where the flames still weren’t as big. 

“Hyung, you’ll get hurt.” San’s eyes widened. 

“As long as we can get out of this place, it’s fine.” He shook his head. San hesitated for a moment, looking around to try and spot any other safer exits before deciding there was no other way out. An idea popped in his mind. He looked around at the blaze that surrounded them and realised that he was being constantly filled with energy from his element.

“I’ll blast through the wall myself, wait until I’m out.” Jaebeom nodded and San let go of his wrist. He crouched down, letting his body take in the heat energy around him to create a protective bubble. San knew if he just threw his body against the wall without anything protecting him, it would more than most likely knock him out. He charged towards the wall, feeling the shock the bubble was absorbing as it crashed through and left a hole big enough for Jaebeom. 

He landed on the ground, the bubble disappearing right as his feet hit the ground and he turned around to see Jaebeom running out. San looked around and he felt his heart drop. The sound of yelling as both sides of mages were fighting for their lives. He turned around to see Jaebeom running up to him, only then noticing just how pale the mentor looked from running through fire to get out. 

“You’re out!” Yeosang’s voice tapped into San’s mind. “Wooyoung and I are safe, the elders teleported whoever they could to a safe location.” 

“Who’s with you?” He questioned just as a dark mage threw a large piece of burning debris towards him. With a grunt, he jumped to the side and pushed Jaebeom to the ground. 

“Everyone but the mentors, Mina noona and Seonghwa hyung.” He paused. “Roll to the left with Jaebeom,” Yeosang ordered. San didn’t question it and immediately pulled Jaebeom to the left, watching as roots spiked up from the ground where they were before. 

“Holy shit. Hyung, are you okay?” San asked Jaebeom who nodded slowly. 

“I can’t do much, my ice is just going to melt quickly.” He scrambled from the ground and pulled San behind a large boulder. They had to assume it was brought by the dark mages because there was definitely not a boulder in their garden before. “San, if the dark mages are here, it means the darkin is here. You need to take her out. I’m going to try and-” Jaebeom was cut off when San was hit with a ray of dark energy, his body slamming through the walls of the academy and into the burning building.  

His body bounced off of the ground a couple of times before it slid, bumping into the wall. He let out a heavy groan, shaking his head slightly to align his blurred vision. San froze when he saw a dark figure approaching him, wings folding behind them as they walked through the fire. Fuck, it was you. San barely had any time to react when you levitated him with your magic and slammed him against the wall, the heat of the metal frames starting to seep into his skin. It was getting too hot for him and you knew that as you pushed him further into the frames. 

The feeling of the sharp edges of the metal starting to cut into his skin just added to the pain. San grit his teeth as he tried to move his hand. He let out a painful howl when he realised that trying to move would only push himself further back. 

“I’ve got you this time, mage,” you chuckled darkly as you watched the way blood started to run down his arms. Your gaze sharpened when you heard something to your left, turning to see a large icicle flying towards you. You let out a huff when you’re forced to let go of San to dodge it, seeing as the ice mage made his way towards you. San fell to the ground, wincing and groaning as the feeling of his fresh cuts. He looked up to see Jaebeom standing among the blaze, breathing heavily with eyes that kept fading in and out of blue. 

“Hyung! Get out!” San cried, panic starting to fill him when your attention turned to Jaebeom instead. Jaebeom ignored his cries and glared at you. From the way his aura was weakening by the second, you knew whatever magic he used on you would only be for a fleeting moment, and the thought of him trying amused you. The heat was taking its toll on Jaebeom, water dripping from his fingers and evaporating the moment they hit the ground. The cruel part of your heart was hoping you could drag this out for as long as you could. You had San wrapped around your finger without him knowing it, and you knew you could win this if you played your cards right.

“I’m open!” Jaebeom yelled as he raised his arms out to the sides. “Wanna have some fun, demon?!” he prodded, watching the way your red eye glowed in delight. 

“Is it smart to provoke a demon?” You licked your lips as your wings spread out behind you. You could feel your skin starting to change, the darkness flowing through your veins as you turned into your darkin form. For a moment, you could see Jaebeom’s expression falter. His eyes flicked to San’s for a split second and it was enough for him to understand what Jaebeom was doing. 

He used his magic to direct the flames towards you. Of course, you saw it coming and teleported behind San. You picked him up by his hair and placed your claw above his throat. “I’m not dumb, mage,” you hissed at Jaebeom, your claw pressing against his skin. San wracked his brain to find ways he could get out of this. Any sudden or obvious movement would have your claw stabbing into his skin. 

“You are a bit, though,” Jaebeom chuckled just as you felt a pair of hands wrap around your head from behind. Your entire body tensed up but it was too late for you to react. 

“Sleep,” the voice echoed in your mind and immediately pulled San out of your grasp. You crumbled to your knees, your brain trying to fight the sleep spell that was placed on your mind. You looked up, forcing your eyes open to see the three of them taking cautious steps back. Sleep spell counter—sleep spell counter, how do you fight it? You thought to yourself as your brain kept going through all of the spells you know until you found the right one. 

The three light mages watched in disbelief as you raised your hand to your head and sent a ray of dark magic into yourself, guarding your mind from any other mind tricks. Jackson held onto Jaebeom’s arm.

“We need to go. If you spend any more time here, you might die,” he warned as he tugged on Jaebeom’s arm, pleading for him to leave. 

“You guys won’t be able to fight her on your own.” he shook his head stubbornly. 

“Jinyoung is coming. It’ll be safer. You just need to get to a safe area to let your magic regenerate,” Jackson snapped. San turned between the two, watching them argue and watching as you were slowly getting back onto your feet. Wait, why wasn’t he doing anything? The world slowed around him as he thought about it. Why wasn’t he reacting? Jaebeom and Jackson continued to argue, the older mage too stubborn to leave his friend behind. The telepathic mage was doing what he could to convince the older to leave.  

“Both of you leave. I can handle her,” San spoke up as he lifted his arm, using the healing spell he learnt to heal his cuts. 

“San-”

“Go!” he shoved them towards the exit and manipulated the fire into a wall to stop them from coming towards him. San turned back around just in time to see you getting back onto your feet and charging towards him. He moved swiftly, dodging your attacks only to be hit from the opposite side with dark magic. You had somehow gotten faster—if it were even possible—and it was taking all San had to keep up with you. 

His eyes were desperately searching for an opportunity as you clawed at him and threw him around with your magic. San’s mind was racing to predict your movements, but without Yeosang’s help, he wasn’t fast enough. It was playing greatly to your advantage when you slammed your palm onto his chest and slammed him into the ground. 

“Fuck,” he groaned out. His entire body was aching from having been tossed around by you earlier. San was glad that he was surrounded by fire; his own element. It was constantly refueling his stamina and when you punched the ground beside his head, your fist got caught in the smoldered wood. It gave San the opportunity he needed and he immediately engulfed your body in flames. You were demon spawn—of course the fire wouldn’t hurt you, but it was enough to disorient you.

It also gave him openings to actually hurt you with force, sending bursts of energy your way to disorient you further. One particular burst threw you back enough that San charged towards you, his hand wrapping around your forearm in an attempt to blast it off. It honestly did very little, but it did burn off a layer of your skin. You grunted before simply punching upwards to send San flying across the building. 

How could you have forgotten that San could fly?

That was your downfall. 

San came flying back down and slammed into you with his body, forcing you onto the ground and dragging you until he tossed you against the wall. San could win. He knew he could. He just needed to land one hit. One hit on your chest to break into your heart. San swooped down, rolling you over to blast your shoulder, once again deeming your arm useless. You cried out, reaching up with your left hand to grab onto his shoulder, digging your claws into his skin to try and get him off of you. The opportunity was golden. San hovered his hand over your chest and that’s when he saw it. 

Everything around him froze. He stared at the chain that sat around your neck, comparing it to his own. It was the same ring. He looked between your face and the ring, his mind starting to fight with his heart. “(Y/n)?” San muttered out in disbelief. You froze at the mention of your name. This is it. You thought. You looked him in the eyes and the recognition was all he needed. “Y-You knew?” he questioned. “This whole time, you knew?” San sat back in disbelief, anger starting to bubble in the pit of his stomach. 

“The entire time we’ve been fighting, you knew?” he questioned back more harshly. You raised your left hand to claw him, but he blasted your bicep without hesitation. Fuck. You missed the chance. Fuck, you fucked up really bad. You started to panic, your mind trying to think your way out of this situation. “I spent so long wondering where you were!” San yelled. You looked around, watching as the flames started growing bigger around you before turning back to San. His eyes were glowing orange, and they only seemed to get brighter the angrier he got. 

“S-San,” you started but he cut you off by punching into your shoulder. You winced when he did and he simply glared at you. The magic he was letting out was stopping you from using any teleportation spells and you could only watch in fear as he got stronger.

“You left me. All those years ago. You left me. No message.” Tears started to stream out of his eyes, catching fire like they were gasoline and dripping onto your body. You were shocked when they started to burn your skin. “No warning—nothing. You just disappeared.” San lowered his head, his tears falling freely onto you. Your body squirmed in agony as you felt it melt into your skin. This was it. There was no way out. 

You have lost. 

You watched as San raised his fist, flames igniting all over his body and engulfing him. “I tried so hard to look for you. I waited for you,” he muttered out softly. “You left me.” 

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” San’s excitedly skipped towards you. You looked up and smiled when you saw him. “I got you something!” he grinned toothily. Your face contorted in disgust for a moment. 

“It’s not another bug, is it? Last time you said you got me something, you put a grasshopper in my hand.” You pouted. 

“It’s not, I promise!” he shook his head vigorously before extending his hands out to reveal a small box. You looked at the box curiously, watching as he opened it to reveal two rings. “I convinced my mama to let me get these. They’re matching rings,” he explained as he sat on the swing beside you. “This way, we’ll always be together!” San pulled one of the rings out and handed it to you. You took the ring from him and put it onto your finger. It was obviously too big from the way it hung off of your finger but you liked it. 

“Does this mean we’re connected?” you questioned, looking into his sparkling brown eyes. 

“Of course,” he nodded. “I’ll always be with you, (Y/n). If we get separated, I’ll always be in your heart.” 

“San?” Jackson called out. The building had long burnt out, black smoke heavily wafting off of what remained of the building and clouding the sky. The dark mages retreated while both you and San were nowhere to be seen. 

“San?!” Jaebeom entered the building carefully, looking around to make sure nothing was falling or crumbling as they searched for the fire mage. Jinyoung was laying on the ground outside, his wounds too great for him to try and help search for his mentee. Tzuyu joined the group in looking for him, following close to Jackson just in case anything happened. Seonghwa was resting with Mina, both suffering from wounds that prevented them from searching for San.

In the distance, Jihyo caught sight of a lonely silhouette kneeling on the ground. “San? Is that you?” she called out as she slowly stepped closer. When his figure became clearer, she broke into a sprint. “I found him!” Jihyo announced loudly enough for the other mentors to hear her. “San? Are you okay?” She crouched beside him, her eyes widening when she saw the state he was in. 

His shirt was burnt, hanging off of his left shoulder by a thread, a portion of his chest and stomach completely exposed. His hair was dishevelled and his whole right arm was completely burnt; flesh red and raw. San didn’t respond when Jihyo came. Her hands were hovering over his body, trying to find a place to hold him without hurting him.

“Is he okay?” Jaebeom asked as he approached them. Jihyo gave him an unsure look and he immediately crouched in front of him. “San? Hey,” he waved his hand in front of San’s face. Jaebeom took note of the way San’s eyes faintly glowed orange. 

“Hyung, I think you’re sitting on someone,” Jackson pointed out. Jaebeom looked down and immediately moved off when he saw what looked like burnt remains. His gaze moved to San’s burnt arm and he realised what had most likely happened. 

“Are you okay?” Jackson questioned as he gently placed his hand on San’s shoulder. His eyes flicked up to his mentors before looking around. He had never felt so disoriented before. San looked down at the hard shell of your body, the whole fight coming back to him slowly. After he had blasted your chest, your entire body hardened into a black shell. Instead of moving off, San sat there and cried. 

San cried until the fire had died down, and when he couldn’t cry anymore, he just sat there. Every feeling in his body was numb. He couldn’t even feel hi wounds anymore. The mentors moving around him was a blur as they got him to his feet and helped him out of the building. Jackson rested him against a tree and let Momo do what she could. 

“You guys really need to learn these spells,” she grumbled out. “It’s not fair that I have to heal almost everyone.” She turned to the others who shrugged. 

“He hasn’t moved since we brought him out,” Jihyo muttered out softly. San was staring straight ahead, seemingly unaware of what was happening around him. Never in his life had he thought that when he found you again, he’d have to kill you. 

He stayed silent even when the elders reappeared. Wooyoung and Yeosang immediately ran up to him, their footsteps slowing when they saw how blank he looked. “San?” Yeosang crouched down beside him, but San remained unresponsive. 

“Is he okay?” Wooyoung questioned, worry lacing his voice. Yeosang was careful when he placed his hands on either side of San’s head, tapping into his mind to look through his memories. He knew that San would’ve fought back if he wanted to, but something about the way he simply sat there made them both understand that something must’ve happened. 

“O-Oh,” Yeosang muttered out softly. “San, I’m so sorry.” He said solemnly. Yeosang saw everything; the fires, you, and just how much emotion San felt. Whatever San was feeling was so overwhelming that even Yeosang couldn’t stop himself from feeling his heart ache. 

“What happened?” Wooyoung nudged Yeosang’s arm and he turned to the voodoo mage, hesitating for a moment before sending the images to his mind. He sat back on his arms, the weight of San’s emotions settling in his own mind. “Holy shit,” he muttered out, turning to San who was staring at them blankly. 

His bottom lip quivered—trembling ever so slightly, “I had no choice.” The words left his mouth so softly, his two friends almost missed it. “I would’ve put the entire academy in more danger if I didn’t. She was getting too strong.” 

“You did the right thing, San.” The three turned to San’s right to see Seonghwa looking at them with half-lidded eyes. “I’m sorry it had to be her,” he rasped out. 

“It’s okay, hyung. You didn’t know.” San’s head leaned back against the tree. “None of us knew.” Yeosang and Wooyoung sat back, watching the way San seemed to keep coming in and out of reality. Seonghwa nodded in understanding before turning away from him. Yeosang decided against tapping into his friend’s mind again, simply letting him grieve on his own. 

San closed his eyes, letting his mind replay the last thing you had said to him. 

“I didn’t know who you were until my mother told me. If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have fought you as hard as I did,” you quickly rambled out as he held his hand out in the air. “But, I would still do anything to become queen.” Your eye quickly changed into a bright glowing red as you wiggled your wing out from under you in an attempt to pull San off of you. San had already seen it coming. His hand clenched into a fist and slammed down onto your chest, a loud cry following as he centered his magic in his hand.

His anger overcame the pain, his mind building a wall around his heart. There was nothing that could stop him anymore and you knew you had lost. You missed all the chances, all the openings—you were too reckless. Your body slowly hardened and San could feel his skin burning and tearing, but he was too overwhelmed to even feel the pain. He could feel nothing. 

Never in his entire life had he thought that when he found you, he would have to turn you away. San imagined that when you both reunited you would relish the feeling of finding each other—bask in the presence of each other and finally catch up. But it seemed the universe had other plans for him. Instead, you were ripped out of San’s life by his own hands. 

End

[ayeateez]

First Kiss - Kang Yeosang

For anon~

You both sat on the hood his car, looking up into the night sky.

“Look, and that one is Cygnus!” You pointed out another constellation. As you kept on blabbering about constellations, you realize Yeosang wasn’t saying anything. You looked over at him to see him staring at you.

“What?” You asked with a small laugh.

“You look so beautiful...” he says softly, moving a hand to brush a piece of hair out out your face before resting his palm on your cheek. He looked deep into your eyes, slowly moving closer to you, resting his forehead on yours, noses touching.

It wasn’t long before he closed the gap between your lips, initiating a deep and passionate kiss. Attempting to kiss him back only failed, as he chuckled into the kiss before pulling away.

“Was that your first kiss?” He asked with a playful smirk. You nodded and looked down shyly.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ll teach you” he smiled, before leaning back in. He was gentle, hands sliding down to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you carefully slid yours around his neck.

There you two stood, kissing under the moonlight and stars, there was no other person you’d want to have your first kiss with.

[ayeateez]

[12:36am]

Yeosang finally walks through the door, tired as always from practice. You get up from your spot on the couch to hug him and he loses himself in your arms. 

“I love you”

[ayeateez]

Treasure Hotel//6

Other parts

Hongjoong woke from the sounds of the creaking. October was just beginning, and honestly? Hongjoong was terrified. It was like something always possessed one of his friends during October. Everywhere they went, it seemed to be haunted.

He checked the time, and having it be 3:33am only made him more paranoid. He sat up on his bed, making sure not to hit the bunk above his. He was contemplating whether he asked to sleep with Yunho or not.

After deciding on yes, he got up and climbed half way up their bunk bed, on to realize that Yunho was gone. Maybe that was it, it was just Yunho getting out of bed, right?

Hongjoong tiptoed out of bed and down the hallway, where the light was one. He peaked into the kitchen/living room, only to see Yunho getting a glass of water.

“What are you doing up at this time? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” Hongjoong asked while walking next to him. Yunho was a bit startled, but managed to respond.

“O-oh, hyung. I was just thirsty so I got myself some water, yeah”

It sounded like Yunho was hiding something, but Hongjoong didn’t think too much about it, as he was so tired.

“Yunho, will you sleep with me?” Hongjoong asked, half sighing, half whining.

“Yeah sure, give a moment. Go wait for me, I’ll be there in a bit” Yunho shooed him off, but Hongjoong was too tired to yell at the younger for treating him such ways.

Hongjoong slowly walked back to their shared room, climbing onto Yunho’s bed, the top bunk, snuggling under the covers before waiting for him to arrive. Of course it took longer than Yunho said it was going to be, who would he be to trust Yunho, especially when they’re both tired.

As Hongjoong was drifting off, he heard the same creaking before feeling Yunho’s body lay next to his.

“Hmm, good night, hyung” Yunho sighed before drifting off instantly. Now that Yunho was back, the drowsiness Hongjoong once felt had gone away again. He felt uncomfortable, but didn’t want to toss and turn because of the chances of Yunho waking back up. He just stayed in that position, now wide awake as he waited to fall asleep.

The whispers sent chills down his spine, making goosebumps appear on his arms. He almost jumped when Yunho shifted in his sleep, throwing an arm over Hongjoong. It wasn’t Yunho speaking, there was no one else in the room-

There was no one else in the room, right?

Hongjoong couldn’t even move to check. He just laid there and dealt with it until the early morning, when the alarm that goes off at 6:30 woke up Yunho. Hongjoong was exhausted from not being able to sleep, and on top of that, having to deal with children and other people’s stupid ass children, he regrets everything now.

~

As he entered the hotel in progress, he noticed it was colder than usual.

“Yeosang, did our heater break?” He turned to Yeosang, who was taking off his jacket.

“Nuh uh, Joongie it’s like an oven in here. You can’t possibly be cold. Maybe you’ve been possessed by a demon or something” Yeosang shrugged before going to help San decorate his café.

“Yunho, do you feel cold?”

“No, hyung. I’m already sweating. I think our AC broke. Let me go check” Yunho walked away. People were being fairly sane so far today. None of Wooyoung’s friends have come up to bother him, nobody was screaming, yelling, or whining, nobody is trying to kill each other, it’s weird to Hongjoong. For once, he felt oddly calm. And cold.

“I just turned up the AC. I hope it gets a little cooler in here” Yunho disappeared into one of the rooms. Treasure Hotel was actually set to open up, soon. They had gotten new beds and sheets, redecorated the rooms and the lobby, everything. The only thing they’re waiting for are the signs that go on the front of the hotel.

Hongjoong turned as he heard the door opening, only for the door to have no signs of moving since the last people came in. Was he just hearing things? This made him slowly freak out inside. Maybe he just needs to hang around someone else.

He started to make his way to the café, where Yeosang and San were scrubbing the counters.

“Hey Hongjoongie, here to help?” San asked, looking up at him with a bright smile on his face, dimples appearing.

“Uhh yeah. What can I do?” He asked.

“The floors, could you mop them please?” San asked. Hongjoong only nodded as a response, grabbing the materials he needed before starting on the task.

His head shot up when he heard the whispering again. Yeosang and San were still doing their thing. Hongjoong looked around, only to catch his own reflection in the mirror. He... he wasn’t himself.

Hongjoong dropped the handle of the mop, falling to the wet floor with it. San and Yeosang rushed over to check up on him.

“Hongjoong are you okay?”

“What’s wrong?”

Their jaws dropped when Hongjoong looked up, slowly making eye contact.

“Whoa...”