HOSEOK
Date: March 5th, 2018

He was bored. The hours in that room seemed to last much longer than 60 minutes, he was almost certain of that.

However, the brown-haired teenager, out of fear of experiencing another episode of those which he did not know how to name, did not dare to interact with anyone.

Well, hardly anyone.

There was an exception.

In the room next to him there was another patient, who seemed to be more in his own reality than that of the rest of the people.

He was loud, that had been the first impression of him.

He was screaming in his sleep, due to what appeared to be nightmares, and when he woke up he was screaming at the doctors, trying to give him his medicine.

"He did not have a good personality..." Jung remembers thinking that about his new neighbor, from whom he was separated by a few steps.

He seemed to hate everything around him. But Hoseok had been able to meet the other side of him, in strange moments of lucidity, where they chatted through the thin wall that separated them.

Their curious and peculiar friendship had sprung up from one moment to the next, with the intensity of two lost beings who cling to each other, so as not to feel so helpless.

<< – What are you dreaming of? – He had finally asked one morning, when the screams of his neighbor's room woke him up.

He sat on his gurney and listened. In those hours he could hear absolutely everything. He knew that the other young man had joined in as well, he could hear it clearly.

A few seconds of silence passed. He pressed his ear to the wall, curious and expectant

- There is a child... – the other patient answered with a curiously grave and tired voice – I... I can't remember well. I think I'm forgetting important things... - he confessed.

- I would like to forget too - he replied then, not knowing why he was exposing the vulnerable side of him. Perhaps his therapist was right: he should talk more. In a curious way, he was relieved.

- I'm sure I had to something to remember... - repeated the boy - But I can't… I can't remember... >>

Hoseok sighed wearily in the early morning silence, remembering his first exchange of words with the screaming boy.

His peculiar companion had been out of his mind for two days. He knew it, because there was absolute silence, interrupted by sporadic babbling the boy made in his sleep.

He slept a lot, which he reckoned was strange for his age. Hoseok assumed he was young, from his voice more than anything, as he had never seen him.

He was curious to know what he looked like, but he also liked the feeling of being heard by someone he didn't know about or what he looked like. He felt more secure talking about his fears.

Maybe it was better this way.
Maybe it was better not to know.

NAMJOON
Date: April 2nd, 2020

He felt strangely guilty about that glass falling down. The contorted face of his neighbor was staring in his direction, with what could be considered as a genuine fear.

"I scared him...? Am I pushing too hard...?" he wondered then, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

- It must be a new employer… - said a voice to his left, from the table next to him.

Namjoon nearly fell off his seat when he turned abruptly, perfectly recognizing the sender before seeing him: Yoongi.

The cat-eyed young man was sitting there, wearing baggy jeans and a T-shirt that was also several sizes larger. It seemed that they were not really his clothes. He held the menu in his hands, finally looking away from the bar and the broken glass, to face him after seeing his exaggerated reaction out of the corner of his eye.

The brunette was in shock, his mouth ridiculously open and unable to formulate a sentence. His gesture must have looked very strange, because the young man was now watching him suspiciously, his brow increasingly furrowed.

He seemed to have no idea who Joon was... But that couldn't be.

Or could it?

- It's you… - he managed to say awkwardly, trying to find his voice again -Yoongi…? - He then fearfully asked.

The shorter one opened his eyes in surprise and fell silent, confirming that indeed, this was the young man's first meeting with Joon.

Namjoon's head was working at breakneck speed, trying to remember everything the boy had told him.

<< - I don't know when I appear. Nor how long I am going to last there... I find it difficult to understand what time I am in, what is my real time. It makes me nervous to meet those who still don't know about me... >>

- We do not know each other yet... - he then said in a low voice, confirmation leaning towards him, as if fearing to be heard by someone else, even though there was no one around.

The teenager seemed unable to find words either, he looked scared and excited at the same time. Namjoon could even assure that his eyes were brighter. He clearly didn't expect to find someone like him, he looked like a confused child.

When Yoon was finally about to say something, he was interrupted by an authoritative voice that made both customers look forward again, to see a Hoseok with a clenched jaw and a face almost as red as his hair.

- You two... FOLLOW ME - he said, before starting a striding walk towards the exit.
Joon swallowed, scared. His neighbor was intimidating when he was serious.

A hand smaller than his grasped his wrist with determination, causing him to divert his attention back to Yoon. The touch gave him a strange tingling that reminded him of the tingling of a sleeping limb.

- Do you know him? - He asked in his peculiar deep voice. The brunette couldn't help but think that he sounded older than he looked, and remembering the confessions from the university coffee shop, he wondered if it was due to the experiences that he had, which made him grow up quickly.

Something in his heart clenched a little. He felt like an older brother, which was funny, because he was an only child. Although if he analyzed it, with Hoseok he felt something similar.

"I should go back to therapy..." he determined for the umpteenth time that week.

- YES… – he awkwardly managed to answer again, as he got up from his seat, ready to follow his neighbor and cut off contact (he still remembered that the last time they touched had been painful) – We should follow him, he is one of us ...

The last words made the young man jump to his feet, like a puppy ready to follow him, even without having any idea who he was.

He swallowed the lump that anxiety was creating in his throat. Apparently the time to answer questions had come.

"But... I want to know?..." doubted the tallest, as he rearranged his seat with somewhat trembling hands.

His stomach twisted with anxiety as he led the way to the front door, with Yoongi following close behind.

HOSEOK
Date: April 2nd, 2020

"We're screwed…"

Hoseok bit his lips hard, as he felt his arms shake and his legs sag dangerously with each step.

"Absolutely screwed…"

The doorbell that rang behind him assured him that the other two boys had indeed followed him.

"Those idiots…" he could perfectly feel the vein in his neck throbbing "They don't know what they're doing… they are complicating everything…"

The boy squeezed his eyes shut.
"Don't be hard on them, they are doing what we did..." Jeon's voice echoed in his mind, paralyzing him and making him sweat cold from one moment to the next. His eyelids flew open and his pupils searched nervously around him.

Obviously the boy was not there.

He was fucking dead.

- Shit… - he came to mutter, still turning his head in all directions. For some reason, he was sure that he would see him.

He was losing his sanity again.

"They are looking for answers…" that voice persisted. His head insisted on making him remember that boy every time the anxiety attacks came.

- Hoseok? - Namjoon's voice brought him back to reality.

He whirled around. The dimpled boy was not guilty, he did not know what he was causing. But he was enraged anyway.

- DO YOU REALIZE HOW IRRESPONSIBLE YOU ARE BEING? - He was practically screaming. It wasn't his initial intention, but he couldn't stop.

"What are you doing…?" he could hear little Jeon's voice reproaching him. He struggled to ignore him. His hands were shaking even more than before.

Namjoon was looking at him confused, totally ignoring all the infighting he was having.

"Damn… I need a drink…" the waiter thought, his forehead beaded by a thin layer of cold sweat.

He noticed the fantasy cherry-haired teenager behind his neighbor, looking at him suspiciously. His mere presence, even without having spoken to him, made him angrier. That boy was another awake. He was sure. They were fucking ruining all the stability he was struggling to maintain. They were staining his only remaining normal person space.

- WE ARE 3 IN THE SAME PLACE, DAMN NAMJOON! - He spat at him angrily, pointing at the shortest of them, who was already looking at him with an expression laden with rejection - DON'T PUT ME INTO THIS!

He wanted to run away to his student house. He was afraid of being out again.

YOONGI
Date: April 2nd, 2020

At times the boy believed his only destiny was simply to flow in time without belonging to any specific one.

He had no belonging. He did not know what was happening to him, nor what was happening to the world at the moment in which he simply "fell".

Logic dictated that he should by now, after so many trips, be used to the feeling. Even he, at times, believed that he was.

But at that moment, looking from the broad back of the brunette to that irritated waiter, who had practically kicked them out of the place, he was so confused that he did not know what to do or what to say.

Making a small section to the specific situation, the fact that his feelings with each passing day were more confused, was a reality that he could no longer deny. He couldn't even ignore it himself. So it was not surprising that, at that moment, his insides were fighting two strong feelings.

On one hand, something was bubbling with intensity inside him, since that tall young man recognized him and said "one of us." Some part of his confused brain was excited.

"Do I belong to a group? It's possible? Can I maybe... have a friend?" He thought, with a childish emotion that made his hands shake.
But then, the sharp-eyed red-haired boy's hostility made him furious, to the point that he wanted to hit him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" repeated the other part of his being, seeing the other young man through that tall brunette's shoulder.

– WE ARE 3 IN THE SAME PLACE, DAMN NAMJOON! – The waiter rebuked angrily.

"Namjoon"... Yoongi tried to remember that name, as he watched the other young man articulate angry gestures and point at him.

He did not understand anything of what was happening. He had only entered that place, moved by the sudden feeling of needing to do so.

Flow.

It was what he was used to doing. Aimlessly. That was his life.

Out of place.

Did those two represent a change? Would they be an anchor for the confused nebula in his mind? Why did he suddenly feel so… stable?

Yoon held his breath, as he realized that, for the first time in a long time, he was being able to more lucidly string together his own thoughts.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Joon finally exploded, still turning his back on him - DO NOT USE ME AS AN EXCUSE TO FLEE, YOU HAVE ALREADY AWAKENED BEFORE ME! –

"Awaken...?" That word echoed in his head loudly, hitting and shaking the memories of him roughly.

<< A child smiled at him, as he opened a container of orange juice. He seemed to be someone he knew.
- We are awake, Yoongi-ssi... What differentiates us from those asleep is that we can see and feel what they cannot...- >>

A slight whistle made him shake his head.

It seemed that something old and forgotten was struggling to come into light.

Meanwhile, the situation between the other two continued, oblivious to his state. He saw the other boy answer with the same level of anger, neither seemed to pay attention to him.

- AND SINCE THEN I HAVE BEEN DOING THE POSSIBLE TO AVOID MORE BREAKS! –

"Breaks…"

<< – What do you mean, don't they see it...? – He heard himself consult the little one.
- They don't notice it at all. I have checked. - he replied, shrugging his shoulders with a grimace that he could not decipher - They have no idea what is happening... as if they were still in a dream, oblivious to the breaks of time...>>

The beep got louder.

His limbs tickled.

He felt weird. Uncomfortable.

- No. What you do is run away and deny what is happening to you, Hoseok. – determined the tallest, with hostility.

That Hoseok guy didn't seem to take that answer well, because he grabbed the other young man by the neck of the shirt roughly. Yoongi wanted to react but he couldn't, he felt stunned.

<< – How do you know so many things? –

The boy looked at him innocently. The scenery was different this time. It was night time and they were walking slowly through a park.

- It's been happening to me for a long time... - he simply answered, as he walked again looking straight ahead.
- And why are you telling me all this? –
- Because I think it is my duty... - he said now, without taking his eyes off the road, while showing a childish pout - I once met someone who told me that there are people who are glue.
- Glue…?-
- Yes… I think I'm like that too... –
- I do not understand... -
- You don't have to - he answered, smiling. >>

- Don't talk to me like Jeon again...! Don't lecture me! – said the redhead, threateningly. Something inside him stirred almost painfully.

- And who the fuck is Jeon?! – Namjoon asked, pushing Hoseok to get rid of him, while Yoon took steps backwards, overwhelmed by the amplified sounds that made his head ache. He was breaking down. His head seemed like it was going to explode. Images were beginning to overlap in his mind.

He closed his eyes tightly.

Something he must remember.
But what was it?

"Jeon..." his head repeated the name, like a deafening loop.

<< He opened his eyes after the blinding white. He was vomiting again and cursed under his breath flavored with bile.

A small hand gave him a disposable handkerchief, pulling him out of his discomfort for an instant, to see that he was not alone.
- Hi Yoongi-ssi - said the buck-toothed boy.
- Jeon, how do you always find me?... - he heard himself ask.
Although he didn't see himself, he knew he was smiling. He had someone waiting for him.
He had an anchor inside that madness. >>

Yoongi returned to paying attention to his current surroundings. He was shaking and a layer of cold sweat clung to his body. He felt sick and strangely lucid at the same time.

He took giddy steps towards the waiter and held his sleeve with determination, drawing his attention.

- Did you know Jeon too?… - His mouth was dry. His words scraped the throat and came out with inexplicable difficulty.

He remembered. At last he remembered. He didn't know why it was so hard, but finally there he was peering through the memories more clearly.

Hoseok released himself from his grasp, hearing him as if his touch burned. He looked scared.

- Why don't you leave everything as it is?!...– He asked, with terror in his voice, interspersing his sight between the two boys.

A strange knot in the pit of his stomach made his features constrict. "Leave everything as it is?…" The very idea of continuing with that reality generated anguish and anxiety.

- Don't you want to do what Jeon wanted? Fix the damage? –

- No .. Don't mention him ..- he muttered in a strange plea- It cannot be repaired... There is nothing to repair... We have to continue our lives... - said the redhead, decisively.

Yoon couldn't believe what he was hearing. He saw him starting to walk away, dismissing the matter. As if he doesn't want to be around them.

- Is he your friend?… - Yoon now approached Namjoon, who was with confusion painted on his face.

- I... Give me a moment… - he answered him, running now towards the other boy.

He wanted to ask him not to go, but he couldn't. The beeping began to bother again, leaving him speechless and frightened at his place.

He didn't want to leave. Not when he had finally remembered something.

He was afraid of getting lost again.

He hugged himself in terror, shrinking into his place, staring at the other two boys who were now arguing several steps away from him.

He fought against his panic, trying to find his voice again, until he managed to emit a kind of groan that made them both turn to see him again.

A deep breath. The air was missing again. White would be coming for him soon. He was sure.

- It's a break! I'm not going to last long here! I don't even know your name! - He came to say aloud, with all his willpower.

- Come find me! – the black-haired boy then said, heading with hurried steps towards him.

- Namjoon, NO! IT'S A MISTAKE! – Hoseok shouted, leaving his place to reach him and stop him, taking him roughly by the arm so that he does not approach him. He seemed fucking scarier than Yoon himself.

Quickly, Joon scrambled away and ran in his direction.

- Namjoon! March 28, 2020, morning elective class IV, Seoul University - he yelled at him, while he was still approaching him.

- Let's fix this, we'll get together next time to clear things up, Namjoon! - Yoongi came to answer before the light swallowed him.

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