Gahyeon

       I was lying on a bed, my back against the comfy mattress and a silky cotton blanket against my body.

      I fluttered my eyes open and stretched my arms as I woke up in a sitting position.

I was alone in a familiar room.

      I looked around the room next to the room Jungkook and I rests. There was old dusty furnitures. Pretty much everything a bedroom would have.

      I noticed there's a rectangular mirror at the right side of the bed hanging on the wall. I sprung up from the bed and stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection.

But something is odd about this mirror.

      Mirror were supposed to be solid. But what I'm seeing is the mirror is fluid. The image of my being wobbling from the refraction of water waves.

      I hesitated to touch it as I'm having second thoughts about this. Until I heard screaming and yelling, begging for desperate help.

And I happen to recognize her voice.

I started to panic.

      I don't know what to do but the only choice is to enter the mirror world to save her.

      But the thought of entering the mirror realm makes my skin crawl, the fact that only the dead one can surpass it—

      I shake off the ridiculous thought. Of course it's Jimin, the dead one. Despite the thought, I was unsure of it.

      I stepped closer towards the mirror and raised my finger. I inhaled a deep breath and pressed my finger against the object, my finger and my reflection's finger touched each other.

      At first, it was the circular water waves surrounding my single finger when suddenly a force pulled me into the mirror.

      I shrieked and pulled my finger away out of impulse. A chill ran down my spine, fear overwhelmed me.

      "Go", a familiar voice commanded me from behind.

       I turned around to see Handong, standing there in a white dress.

       Wasn't she went through the Changing and her dress turned black?

"What?" I blurted.

"Go. Save her", she said blankly.

      I hesitated once again but I braved myself to face the mirror, my image turns into a distorted shape. I bit my lip nervously.

"We don't have enough time", Handong warned.

      I slumped my shoulders. I tried to calm myself and think positive.

If I back up now, SuA will be dead.
I won't let that happen.

      I put a finger against the mirror once again. This time, I didn't resist the pulling force and let my whole body consumed by the mouth of the mirror.

      All I could remember is the immense cold against my skin.

***
     
 

  I woke up drenched in cold sweat. I sucked in deep, uneven breaths into my lungs desperately that I almost choke. Then I noticed someone was grabbing my shoulders to calm me down.

It was Handong.

      I looked at her with my mouth gaping at her. I was about to say a word at her but coughed instead, my throat dry and desperate for water—

Wait...
We don't feel thirst for so long.

"Unnie", I called her.

"Hm?" she hummed.

"I feel thirsty", I confessed.

"......I realise that for a long time", Handong confessed, receiving a confused look from me.

      "Look at Yoohyeon. Her leg bled. And Hoseok said he can feel the warmth when he grabbed No Name's hand. It was our bodies at the basement, the book said the truth. We have our bodies back!" she said excitedly and full of hope.

      I was relieved to know about our bodies, which were lined up in a circle at the basement surrounding the boys' skulls and weirdly, a dried pumping heart, have been retrieved.

But that's a topic for another time.

      "Unnie, you did the dreamwalking on me, right?" I asked her. Handong didn't reply but looked down guiltily. Her eyes met mine before they shifted to the mirror behind her.

Just like how my dream acts.

      I moved myself off the bed and stood in front of the clean and clear mirror, my reflection staring back at me.

      That's when I realised my dress turned black. When I glanced at the floor, there were scrapes of white that has been peeled off.

      I returned my attention back to the mirror, my body trembles out of nervousness. I bring my hand up and leaned my index finger towards the mirror.

Closer...
And closer...
Until its tip flattened against the object.

      Surprisingly, there were no water waves but a solid mirror. I waited a little longer about a minute or two.

But nothing happened.

      Part of me felt the immense feeling of relief that I'm not the dead one, another part is still confused about the dream.

      Was it the different dream that the book talked about?

      "I think your dream is a guidance for the Phantom", Handong spoke up. "It might not be you who entered the mirror world. We still couldn't find the dead one yet—"

"That's why we need to find Jimin!" I emphasized.

      She nodded and looked away. I sit at the edge of the bed facing her, the silence became louder as time ticks. "Unnie, what's your dream about then? With the fire and all?" I asked.

"I think it's the future", Handong answered.

"How about Yoohyeon?"

"I'm not sure. It was a repeating nightmare", she said.

"Oh" was all I could say.

The door suddenly opened, making us jumped in surprise. Namjoon appeared in our room, grabbing the doorknob.

"She's awake."

***

"Hey, you need to rest—"

      "Why would I rest when SuA is in a brink of danger and her life on the line? We'll find him in no matter what!" I said sternly, looking at the others seriously. Gahyeon and Handong burst into my room.

      "We're going, now", I said before I walked out of the room, leaving the others.

      Hoseok catches up with my pace while the others grabbed for any weapons available. "You haven't heard our plan yet—"

      "Then anyone cared enough can tell me on the way to find him", I cut him. Hoseok sighed in frustration and grabbed his weapon at the nearest cupboard.

      Then we exited the room as we're armed with our respective weapons.

***

      We walk along the hall, passing by old pictures and dead, wilted flowers. Yoohyeon can walk, fortunately, but not as perfect as normal. We insisted to let her stay in the room, but she stubbornly want to come along and grab a long bar.

      There were boxes scattering around the floor, big enough to hide but can't be opened. They were so close to each other.

      "That's strange. The hallway was always empty. Where do these boxes come from?" asked Hoseok questioningly.

     "Curiousity aside, we need to find Jim—"

      A loud, painful moan echoed the hallway, cutting Namjoon from talking. We immediately hide behind the boxes and peeked at the approaching black mist from the top of the boxes. Each boxes can hide at most two people.

Jungkook hide with Namjoon.

Gahyeon hide with Yoohyeon.

Hoseok hides alone at the most front box.

And I hide with Handong.

      The black gel mist roared loudly before crying tearless, its ugly, mushy face scrunched as it wails. I scrunched my nose in disgust from the intense smell of it.

      Hoseok turned around and give hand signals to us. We nodded and in a readied stance to prepare for an attack.

      Just then, I notice something on my right, feeling myself being watched, the same feeling when I carried Yoohyeon out of my room. A rectangular mirror sits and leaned against the wall, my reflection staring back at me.

      I remained unmoved as if I'm being immobilized. Despite that, my reflection moves on its own, reaching her hand out until it was out of the mirror. I couldn't move away or yelp out of impulse.

      She grabbed my hand and pulled it into the mirror.

No...
It can't be...

      I feel sick, dizzy and scared. All at the same time. I don't want to believe it. But it already happened in front of my eyes.

      Handong witnessed it, a shocked expression written on her face. She relaxes and look at me in the eye sadly.

Why is she always sad?

      "Go. Save her", she said quietly. "We don't have enough time."

      I wanted to speak up, but the words to say was not there to voice out. I closed my mouth and looked at her determinedly. I looked around us to see everyone hasn't notice about me.

      I nodded at her and grip the bar tightly. I let my body entering the mirror realm, an icy cold sensation crawls my skin.

      "Be careful", was the last words I heard from her before my whole body completely engulfed by the mirror.

But in a sad reality...

I am the dead one.

Chapter 12 updated!

I'm so sorry for the late update 😭

Writer's block? Yes.

But yeah, this is the downfall I'm talking about, though Idk if it's too obvious.

But it's still questioning, right?

Who is the real dead one?

Jimin or No Name?

Or was it other than the both of them?

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