"I've been waiting for you."

The words were spoken by a familiar voice, but everything about this place was unfamiliar. Red handprints on tiled walls, hardware tools scattered across the floor, the only light coming through frosted windows.

Namjoon often found himself in weird places whenever he dream-walked, but it was an ability he couldn't quite control yet. He saw such strange things in the dreams he entered, and sometimes, like now, people expected him.

"Taehyung?" Never before had Namjoon entered the dreamland of someone he knew, but this was more bizarre than just that.

The expression on his friend's face was blank, dull-eyed and drowsy."You have to speak to him."

"Speak to who?" Dreams rarely made sense, but Namjoon needed to find the twisted logic behind the dream events to make his way back to his own dreams.

Taehyung turned his gaze to the side, peering at a closed door."Hoseok-hyung said he was going to get ready. He wants to look his best, you know. But he's been there for a long time."

This greatly concerned Namjoon. What could be happening in Taehyung's dreamland that caused him to appear so emotionless and speak in such a monotone way. It was honestly creepy."How long has he been in there?"

"I'm not sure anymore. A week. A month maybe." Turning to face the nearest wall, Taehyung pulled a marker from his pocket."Please tell him he looks fine. It's been so long, but we really must go now."

Namjoon didn't fully know why, but a sort of dread came over him. He watched as Taehyung began to write on the wall in black ink. It looked like Morse code, but he didn't know what it said."Where do you need to go?"

"I don't know." As he wrote, Taehyung's body was stiff, like he was merely a puppet performing controlled actions."If Hoseok-hyung doesn't come out soon, we'll be late. Maybe we're already late."

Not really getting any useful information from Taehyung, Namjoon decided he should go through the door and ask Hoseok, if Hoseok was really in there."I'll talk to him."

Approaching the door, Namjoon gulped as he grabbed the knob."Hoseok?" He opened the door, and all he saw was a splash of crimson before it all faded...

And he woke up in his bed.

Breathing heavily, Namjoon knew something was wrong. Why did Taehyung's dreamland look like that? Why was he talking that way? What was he writing?

Before he would forget, Namjoon grabbed his phone from his nightstand and searched for the meaning of the Morse code Taehyung had been writing.

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