April 11_
*Seokjin POV* (partly the story will be told in Seokjin's point of view as he's the main character)
You know the most dreaded feeling, it's the feeling of your subconscious mind as if it's forcing you to walk down a thorn plastered road. A road that is disowned by it's owner and ready to devour anyone who wishes to pass by, being that they don't have a choice. Or maybe I'm being too sarcastic as to believing in a fraction of my mind's illusions. Yeah right, illusions...
For what seemed like an eternity, I was lying unconscious in my silk lined bed. In the midst of horrifying dream..no a nightmare, yes, one that was enough to shake me off the face of earth. Coming back to my senses I slowly open my eyes only to find myself in a victorian-styled room, one that was quite the opposite to my tastes. Having the strength to pull myself to my feet, almost having a panic reaction due to a warm yet rough feeling of the carpet underneath me. I look over at the tall victorian-style window similarly designed to match the interior of the vile room, heavy patterned curtains covering most of it's frame. 'Not bad' I think to myself, though this room does have quite a similar structure to my own.
Realising my absorbent behaviour towards this mysterious 'place' I turn my heel towards the door and pause, I replay the nightmare inside my head, over and over again. They were with me, we were together, us but... there was something wrong, silence. Even if we were together, the guys and me we didn't feel close but more distant as if seeing each other for the first time. 'Whatever' I say in boastful sarcasm and I know that's not helping me any better. The nightmare, maybe it's just my subconsciousness telling me to go rest my head down.
Returning to the presence of the room, homely yet eerie I stand hunched in front of the bocote wooden door. I couldn't help but trace along the smooth bocote furnishing which is in fact a rather expensive premium brand of wood. Similar to the one in my father's study and the closet located in the detention room where me and the guys hung out. Ignoring my wilder than fire thoughts, I manage to clamber outside in a still but dimly lit hallway.
I grab and slowly unlock the similarly designed wooden handle, filled with rather unusual wooden carvings. Mixed feelings of maybe early regret started to fill inside me and only one question wavered around me, what was beyond this point of the door? perhaps it is something I should be prepared for?
He couldn't argue that whatever this place was it sure gave him some grand royal vibes, only to be belonging to the riches. But there was something else that came to disturb his thoughts, huge pictures held securely in place by thin gold-plated frames. Weren't all hallway's supposed to be the same way, for the same purpose, then why did he feel troubled by these pictures? They had something about them that wasn't right... the people in the picture looked so realistic as if they were alive!? No, not possible but also the identity of the people was similar to the ones he knew. There in front of him was a picture of seven people gathered, sitting direct in front of each other perhaps to have a grand feast. Though the aura of this picture was somewhat gloomy, even though they were close those people seemed distant...
Not long had he stood there analysing the old-loaded picture when he heard someone walking up the same hallway. Turning on his heels he had nothing but a gust of anticipation flooding through him... "Seokjin?"...