Seokjin p.o.v :

"Seok..jin..ah" someone whisper.

Those voices. I hear it again.

Everyday. It keep messing with me.

"Leave me alone" I said.

Whenever I hear the voices, I can't help to follow the voice as I replied. It's like a magnet to my body, as if I belong to the voice. When I followed the voice, I ended up seeing a dark dead alley, a dead street or a bad luck situation. Hence, a mess.

"BAM!!" I crash into someone.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking" I apologize. 

"It's okay" the person replied.

I stand up from where I fall and lend him a hand for getting up, he accepted my help and smile.

He's a boy, younger than me, maybe a teenager. He's wearing a plain black shirt and jeans. It looks simple but his well fit body make it look perfect. His hair is almost the same with mine, black, hair down, it's just our bangs is different. Mine is to right meanwhile his on the left. He's really good looking for a young age. Well, nevertheless, I'm handsome as well despite my age. I feel like I was looking into a mirror, weird. Maybe it's just because of our level of good looking which is very very high. 

He bows to me and started to walk away. It looks like he's following something as well. Okay, this is getting creepier. Instead of glaring at him as he walks, I better continue what I was doing but I didn't hear the voice anymore. I sigh. I started to think again as I walk through this lonely road, th