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'I found you.'

Seokjin blinked, he turned around and saw a huge painting on the wall. "The Fall of The Rebel Angels", that painting stared back at Seokjin's doe eyes. He stepped back, suddenly his body burned up. His world was spinning, he looked around. Where was he?

An art museum. Black smokes surrounded him, he felt itchy. He followed them and somehow end up in here.

Countless statues stood beautifully, some of them gazed at him, and some of them didn't dare to watch. Seokjin didn't remember when he went to this museum, the big white museum. Familiar but he can't remember clearly, his mind blurred.

"-jin hyun-" He stirred in his sleep, he covered his ears. That voice kept ringing inside his head.

"Seok- hyung!" another voice disturbed him, he pulled his blanket closer and buried his face to his soft pillow. He whined and bit his lips hard to settle down his head.

'Finally, I Found You.'

Seokjin jumped from his bed, Taehyung flinched back when the older man abruptly got up like that. The older man wiped his eyes, his body trembled from head to toes. He started to hyperventilate.

Taehyung sat on the bed, he lifted Seokjin's face and kissed the older man's cheek softly to calm him down, "Sorry, did I startled you?" he asked with a worried voice, Seokjin looked to Taehyung with wide eyes. He froze on his spot with drenched pajama and sweaty forehead, Taehyung's kisses helped a lot in this time.

Taehyung showered him with chaste kisses, he caressed Seokjin's black hair, "Hyung? Are you sick?" Taehyung touched Seokjin's forehead, the older man realized he was in their shared bedroom. He swallowed, his throat felt so dry like he was in the desert. He shook his head lightly, the dizziness was gone.

"Hyung, we can cancel our plan today," the younger man assured him, right, he promised Taehyung to accompany the younger man to an old art museum in the other city.

He let out a shaky breath, "No," he said with a hoarse voice, Taehyung walked and fetched a glass of water for him.

Seokjin drank it without hesitation, "we should go, and you have been talking about that museum since weeks ago."

"But-" the younger man was ready to object, Seokjin raised his eyebrow and tapped his finger to his own thigh; a sign that he was one step from his pissed off state. Taehyung sighed and smiled to his fiancée, "okay then! Let's eat breakfast first, and hyung, you should take a bath"

Taehyung ran away when Seokjin threw his pillow to the younger male's face, he chuckled; Taehyung can be annoying and adorable at the same time. He shook his head, he looked to the mirror near his bed. He tried to recall what his dream was, but he can't.

It's been days or maybe weeks, he kept getting those ambiguous dreams and every time he woke up, he can't remember a single thing. He rubbed his temple, maybe he needs to extend his holidays.

"Seokjin-hyung!" Taehyung shouted from the kitchen.

"Yeah, be right there!" Seokjin replied, he took a bath in minutes and wore his t-shirt. He also took his black jacket and wore his black trouser to match his t-shirt.

Taehyung was sitting on the kitchen chair with a bowl full of cereal. Right, Taehyung can't cook and Seokjin let the man took care of his breakfast.

Taehyung grinned because he can read Seokjin's expression as clear as the day, he offered the food. The black haired male gave him a mocking smile but still ate the breakfast.

"Hurry up, Hyung," Taehyung whined like a five years old kid.

Seokjin took the car key and followed Taehyung, that kid was so excited to see the art museum. Seokjin himself didn't really care about that museum, he just wanted to accompany his beloved fiancée, that's all.

It took several hours to go there since the museum was located a little bit far away from their penthouse. Taehyung's penthouse to be exact, Seokjin who works as an ordinary head chef in an ordinary restaurant won't be able to afford such penthouse. Taehyung, on the other side, was one of the famous young businessmen.

If not because Taehyung bought the restaurant where Seokjin works, the chef won't be able to have his holidays anytime he wants. It took so many efforts from Taehyung until Seokjin accepted him, with stupid reasons like 'you're young, you can't waste your time with me' or 'I'm not suitable for you', Seokjin rejected Taehyung. But the young man was well-known because his stubbornness, so at the end, Seokjin gave up and became the younger man fiancée. They were the ethereal couple people often talk about.

He parked the car and walked beside Taehyung. Taehyung's hand never really leave him. The museum was huge, Seokjin's mouth parted, he took a deep breath, this place was so magnificent. The white walls, the statues, the big and spacious room.

It's not crowded, near empty actually. Like this place was his alone.

Seokjin let go Taehyung's hand, he wandered by himself when Taehyung took care the tickets for them, the younger man smiled. He wanted Seokjin to relax, he noticed how tired his couple looked these days. The older man kept getting nightmares and every night the black haired male will jolt awake. Became restless until Taehyung embraced him and pampered him with soft kisses.

The younger male hoped this place can make Seokjin's mind calmer. He had no idea.

Seokjin passed the white pillars, one by one; his crooked fingers brushed against the soft texture. He giggled and continued his small adventure. He stared at the marble floors, he wondered how the janitors kept this place clean. He gazed at the flawless pieces of arts, the statue made by magical hands. The decoration was flawless.

Then, he stopped in front of a big painting.

He held his breath for several seconds, he felt déjà vu.

He knew this place. But how? He never came to this neighborhood, how can he know this place?

His breath stuttered, he tilted his head. With unreadable expression, he tried to look away but he can't move a single finger. He shuddered, the cold breeze caressed his cheek; some of them crept under his t-shirt.

'You're here,' that voice again 'I have been waiting for you.'

Suddenly he remembered, the husky voice from his dream!

'I finally found you, Jin,' the voice echoed inside his ears, it sounded awfully familiar, sounded like his beloved's raspy voice, but at the same time, it was foreign for him.

Jin? Who is Jin?

He turned around, he was scared but he searched for that voice. His long legs brought him to an unknown room, the room was empty, unlike the other room he visited before. This one had one big statue of an angel with black wings

The black haired male panted, his heart hammered against his chest. His body moved by its own, he walked closer to the kneeling statue. He reached for its jaw, the statue's texture was soft like the pillars he touched. He closed his eyes slowly as he leaned closer, Seokjin's plump lips touched its cold one.

Then, he heard someone chuckled; he looked away from the black-winged angel. He saw a gorgeous mirror on the wall, above a small table. Why he never noticed the mirror with foreign languages on its frame? He can't read the words nor the meaning behind those words. The mirror was beautiful and eye-catching. His reflection gazed back at him as he walked closer. He touched the mirror, and weirdly its surface moved like a tide. Like touching a lake, he put his hands on it and he almost screams when a hand came out and intertwined their hands like fish hooks. Seokjin's eyes went blank when he saw a face similar to Taehyung smiled at him through the looking glass.

"Seokjin-hyung?" Taehyung called Seokjin, he saw the man walked to this room before. This place was awesome, with many expensive artworks. The big painting took his attention for a moment, he didn't know its name but he was sure it held countless stories.

He shivered, he must find Seokjin. A sudden urge bloomed inside his chest, he felt weird. His head snapped to the door at the end of the hall, he gulped and he ran immediately to that exit.

He panicked, "Seokjin-hyung?!" he shouted, blood raised to his ears. He was out of breath but he kept running.

Why he suddenly felt his beloved is in danger?

'This way,' Taehyung flinched when he heard a voice whispering to him like a person just talks right beside his ear. He looked around but no one was with him, he was alone in the corridor. What the hell?

He glanced at the only dark corridor, 'go that way,' the voice whispered once again. He nodded and decided to believe that voice, Taehyung continued and tried to find Seokjin as fast as possible, this place was so big and the corridor was similar to a labyrinth. Everything looked the same, the blinding white walls with the high pillars.

The big brown door gave a loud thud, Taehyung jumped when the door beside him suddenly opened like someone pushed the door.

He saw Seokjin, he can recognize that black haired man miles away.

"Hyung-" he let out a relieved sigh, but then his heart stopped. The older man was with someone else, a blond male, Taehyung can't see his face clearly but the stranger's hand was on Seokjin's petite waist. They looked so intimate and Taehyung's heart flared with jealousy. The older male didn't fight back but followed the stranger's lead, the man guided him to a huge mirror.

"Seokjin-hyung!" he screamed, he knew that man was dangerous.

When Taehyung shouted, the man snapped his eyes to his direction. Looked surprised just like Taehyung who mirrored his expression, the blond man clicked his tongue and pulled Seokjin harshly.

'He shouldn't be here,' the blond hissed, 'I'm sure he can't find this room.'

Seokjin gasped, he was back to reality. Like someone pulled him from a room full of smoke, he gained his consciousness back because of Taehyung's voice. He blinked several times and his eyes widened when he saw Taehyung was running to his direction with a furious face. He stumbled when someone pulled him harshly, he fought back.

He kicked the stranger, the stranger glared to Taehyung with scary eyes but Taehyung also glared back at him with the same murderous eyes.

"Soekjin-hyung!" Taehyung shouted once again, the blond man was stronger than Seokjin's prediction. He dragged Seokjin as easy as a kid drags their toys. He was too focused on Taehyung before and he didn't bother to check the stranger. The blond man lifted Seokjin from the ground like he was a feather, with his uncomfortable position; he glanced at the stranger.

The blond man stole his breath, he froze; his face went pale.

His face; his eyes, his nose, his mouth, his cheekbones, even his jaw looked the same. It was like Seokjin met Taehyung's twin brother.

Taehyung had black hair while stranger had blond hair.

"Let him go you bastard!" the younger male cursed, he ran but he can't reach Seokjin because some black smoke changed into pitch black hands and pushed him. Taehyung's back hit the wall but he didn't give up.

Seokjin struggled and about to kick the man's leg until he realized the man didn't have it. Black smokes covered his legs; the stranger's legs never touched the marble floor, the black smokes moved like the blond man's second limbs. It helped the man, the smokes surrounded Seokjin and made him dizzy.

He inhaled some of them and Seokjin thought if this the feeling of people that inhales weed.

Taehyung gritted his teeth and caught Seokjin's wrist, the other man hugged Seokjin from behind. If the situation wasn't this complicated if Taehyung wasn't so desperate to take Seokjin back from the bad guy who had the same face like him. He will notices the blond man's body vanished when he touched the mirror behind him.

The man went inside the mirror, "T-taehyung-" Seokjin gripped back. Taehyung was about to follow them but the black smoke caught his legs and he was unable to move.

The blond man chuckled darkly, his hands crept from Seokjin's shoulder and slowly went to their entwined hands, and he glared to Taehyung. For a moment Taehyung saw guilty from the blond man's face but it soon shifted into possessiveness. The blond man covered Seokjins mouth and muffled his cries, he won't let Seokjin calls Taehyung's name.

When the black smoke gripped his legs tightly and he winced in pain, Seokjin cried. He knew that smoke was hurting his fiancée and he was helpless.

'I won't let him go,' the blond hair male said with a deep voice, even his voice sounded exactly the same like Taehyung's voice, 'not again.'

With the last tug, Seokjin's lost all of his power; suddenly became tired. Black spots covered his vision, he slowly fell into oblivion. Taehyung didn't care about his bleeding legs or when the black smokes transformed into chains and tied him down to the cold floor. He kneeled and screamed as the blond man smirked; he went deeper to the mirror and vanished along with Seokjin inside his embrace.

Taehyung dropped his hand that reaching for Seokjin, he clawed at the marble door. He sobbed, when he looked to his legs, the black smoke also vanished into thin air; leaving his bloody body.

He looked to the mirror, someone who had the same face like him, a demon took Seokjin away. He ran and punched the mirror, but it never cracks even when Taehyung's fist bleed. The younger male fell to his knees and begged anyone to save his fiancée, he can't follow them; go through the looking glass.

Not yet.

A/N :

So, anyone also snap out when you hear BS&T plus Fake love? Because I do every time I play them.
Tell me your opinion!

If you're confuse with the 'Seokjin' and 'Jin' problem, it will be clear in the next chapter. Also, Taehyung and the blond man is different being, sorry to make this so confusing.