BLUE III [Jimin, Jinyoung, Yongguk]

Chapter II.I

In the narrow alley, Yongguk slowly awoke to the feeling of someone touching him. His mind that had been cold and dark, completely lifeless, was slowly but surely starting to stir. Impressions like smells and sounds hit him from every direction as his brain remembered how to function again. He felt heavy pressure pumping on his chest, fingers pinching his nose shut, and suddenly a pair of wet lips on his mouth. He immediately opened his eyes and in a snap he sat up straight.

"Who are you? Where am I?" He found his voice. Then Yongguk noticed something weird. Things were moving in slow motion. The boy next to him who had been giving him CPR was slowly realising that Yongguk actually wasn't dead. His big dark eyes slowly widened beneath his rising eyebrows and his mouth was slowly falling open.

Yongguk's congested mind seemed to split in two. One side of his brain was confused and shook, and the more dominant and instinctive one told him to run. So that's what he did. Yongguk dashed away from the surprised boy and away from the alley where he thought he had died.

Walking through the dark city like a lost child, Yongguk tried to comprehend what had happened. He remembered being attacked and hurt but the memories where fuzzy and dark. After some time, he came to a stop outside a closed shop selling soondae. Something about the place attracted him but he couldn't put his finger on what it really was. The soondae shop had made him remember something that had been sleeping in his mind. He'd been force-fed something cold from his attacker's arm. Yongguk felt sick from the memory and now he was even more confused over what had actually happened. Brow furrowed, he kept on walking.

Although it was getting late at night, there were still some people walking the city. Youngguk noticed how most of them were staring at him in alarm. He wondered why, so he stopped outside a well polished shop window where he could see his own reflection. His mind froze as he saw himself.

The first thing he noticed was the blood. His white hoodie was stained, along with the skin around his mouth; however, that was in a sligthly more purple shade. Since he wore a black T-shirt underneath that would camouflage the blood, he quickly removed his hoodie and wiped off the blood around his mouth with it. There was also blood on his neck, and when he wiped that away, a long red scar running horizontally across his neck was revealed. Yongguk remembered his skin being ripped when he got attacked, but this already looked quite healed.

Running his fingers along the scar, he looked into his eyes in the reflection as if to get some comfort in seeing something familiar. But he didn't get any comfort, for his eyes were not the same colour they had always been. They were no longer dark dark brown, but a shade of light brown, almost hazel. He could also see that his hair had gotten a tiny bit darker than he remembered. And he swore his tanned skin had gotten the slightest bit lighter.

In disbelief, Yongguk touched his face, and with rising panic and chock he checked whether his reflection complied. It did. The tiny speck of hope he had that this somehow wasn't actually his reflection wanished and his mind snapped. Since he woke up he'd been in pain, chock, fear, and just utter confusion. He felt like his brain couldn't function properly and he couldn't process what was happening. He felt like a swaying Jenga tower crashing to the ground - order tumbling into chaos.

Again that unfamiliar part of his brain told him to run. His body complied by itself without hesitation, and he was running at top speed, mind still a complete blur and stinging tears slowly dripping, to his Gran's house - the only place he really felt at home.