APRIL 11th, 5

Jin woke up in a cold sweat.

Namjoon.

Kim Namjoon was alive.

And working at a gas station.

Jin lay awake, unable to process what had happened after he saw Namjoon. All he remembered was the bright lights illuminating his figure, the cap, the rain getting heavier and heavier - and then waking up. He didn't know why he had woken up - had Namjoon died? Surely that wasn't possible. But he didn't remember many things - maybe Namjoon's death was just a forgotten piece of his mind, floating around somewhere. Either way, something was wrong. He had an unsettling feeling that maybe him seeing Namjoon wasn't just a coincidence. And that he was only one part of a much larger puzzle. So, not knowing what else to do, Jin got up. He ate a banana, combed his hair, took a shower, grabbed an umbrella, and threw on a rain jacket. The perfectly clear sky mixed with his heavy coat and dangling umbrella got him a few weird looks, but mostly people didn't care. As he walked through Incheon, he tried to remember exactly where the gas station had been. He found himself wandering around, until soon he had no idea where he was. It was still a louder part of the city, but the buildings around him were not familiar. He decided to give up on finding Namjoon temporarily, and instead get something to eat. There was apparently a decent udon place two blocks away, so he threw his hood down, shoved his phone in his pocket, and walked through the streets. When he entered the little shop, he was surprised by how empty it was. He was greeted by an old, grandmother-ly woman with a wide smile who took his order and brought him a steaming bowl piled high with noodles. As he slurped them up, he began thinking about where he should go next. Though he didn't know how to find the gas station again, he did know that it was a little further west than some of the other places he had been. He finished up his soup, tipped the old lady, and went on his way. The further he walked, the more it began to drizzle. Soon, his umbrella and coat didn't get weird looks any more. A clap of thunder even boomed overhead. As the sky got darker and darker, and the street lights became brighter and blurrier, the more he became unsure of where he was. He tried to make mental notes of the streets he passed, but each one got harder to see. His legs began to grow tired, so he sat down on the rain soaked sidewalk, letting his head rest against the concrete building behind him. And then he heard a scream. He jolted up, expecting to see someone being harassed or hurt, and instead saw a group of people, pointing at something above him. He dropped his umbrella and stared up, and could almost make out a figure through the pouring rain. A figure falling, falling, falling, until -

SPLAT.

The body hit the pavement with a disgusting sound. Blood pooled around it, moving quickly and seeping into the sidewalk. Somebody threw up. Another person called the police. Jin felt himself growing faint. He ran over to help, to try and check for a heartbeat, a pulse, anything, and rolled the body over. Though his face was thoroughly deformed, and covered in blood and rain, Jin could still make out the unmistakable figure lying cold and lifeless before him.

"Jungkook."