hello.
this chapter is short and boring. i'm sorry. but whether is so rainy ang gloomy. so the only thing i want is to go sleep.

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JIN'S POV

It's strange, I am with my guys in our dorm. How is this possible? I'm standing in the middle of the room and look at the group of kids dearest to me. They are chatting carelessly and making fun of more and more angry JungKook'a. As maknee he can't say back to his hyungs, of which we all take advantages. Make him irritated was very entertainment. Despite his grumpy faces, we knew that he doesn't blame us. He also knew it was only a joke and we really love him. I looked around the room and saw myself, laughing from ear to ear. I saw that each of them says something, but I did not hear anything. However, I felt the familiar and welcoming atmosphere.

A blinding flash moved me to the stage. Moment! The scene? A group of seven boys danced and sang with passion and heatedly in their eyes. I had a feeling of deja vu. I remember such an event. This is our debut. I focused my eyes on jumping persons and saw myself. I saw happiness written all over my face. I achieved my goal, for which I worked really hard. Suddenly the whole group of my friends started to go to my way. Their eyes were no longer pleasant, but ominously hostile. I began to cut back. I felt that I approach the edge of the high stage. With next step, I felt a strong push and I lost my footing.

I woke up in a sweat, with a sore shoulder and on the floor. I lifted my head and looked around the dark room. Floor? I had to fall out of the bed. I sat down and leaned back against the bed. I pulled knees to my chest, rested my hands bent at the elbows on it and hid face in my palms. What was that? Recently, I have not dreamed anything associated with the house, guys or accident. This thought made me cold. The memory of that feeling of falling into the abyss is terrible. I started to shake. I took the covers off from the bed and enveloped myself in it tightly. I still sat on the floor and breathed deeply, trying to calm down.

I do not know how much time I spent in this position. When I reached for the phone on the desk display the time was 4:15 in the morning. Hmm ... nice. At six o'clock I have to get up to make it to class. It does not pay to put back because I could oversleep. But what to do about this time. I got up from the floor and I had to do it too quickly, because felt dizziness. I grabbed a desk and waited for the crisis to stop. I pulled on a sweatshirt with the number 92 and my name, a memento of the old days, which was hanging on a chair and went to the kitchen.

On the way I noticed that the illuminates from a small light bulb above the hood is on. It's probably, one of the boys. I walked into the room and standing at the sink Maciek almost choked with water he just drank.

"God Jin!" he barely said in Polish, coughing. "You frightened me." He said this time in English.

I looked at him apologetically, saying nothing. I went to the fridge and pulled out orange juice.

"Why are you awake at this hour?" He asked.

...and why you care.

"I wanted to drink, terribly." I replied casually. I'm not going to be friend with him.

"No offense, but you look like a zombie." He looked at me with a cocked head.

I shrugged my shoulders. I clean the glass, set it on the shelf, I put the juice back in the fridge and went back to my room, leaving Maciek with his mouth open.

MACIEK'S POV

What is f...k meant to be? I do not understand this guy.

I have nothing to him. He is quiet, reasonable and clever - after studying medicine. Since we introduced, we exchanged with each other maybe ten sentences. Although I'm speaking to him in English, he prefers to think that it does not understand and does not speak. I could say that he even avoids contact with me. I understand that he was hard to be away from home. I can't compare this, but I am from across the Polish and I can see family for the holidays. I miss them too. However, you have to get yourself together and make a living. Having friends may very facilitate. From what I know, he does have some friends. One of them, I do not remember his name, in any case, also Asian, quite often visit our apartment. Then he remains at Jin's room and you can hear at this times that my roommate laughs. Normally, he rather is walking with his head elevated.

I don't say that, I would be his friend, but I want to maintain good relations. I do not want any 'unhealthy acids' in the apartment. I'll still be nice to him, maybe he finally appreciate it.