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Sitting in the middle of the room was a young man. He sat on a throne exactly like the one I saw in my dream, but he was tied to it with thick rope and had a piece of duct tape over his mouth. His arms and legs were handcuffed to the throne, and he had honey blonde hair that had clearly been dyed, which was very messy and all over the place. His face was red and veins popped out from his forehead and neck, due to the lack of air he was receiving. His cheeks were streaked with dried up tears and his intense blue eyes were glazed over. When he saw us, his eyes widened and he began to start yelling a bunch of muddled words. He kicked his legs like a child, and directed his gaze at me.

Then, I heard a voice in my head.

Help me. Please, free me.

He looked at me anticipatingly, waiting for my next move. I was still unsure if I had heard things wrong. Did he just communicate with me through my mind?

Hello? Can you hear me? I thought, staring back into his sapphire eyes hoping I’d be able to send some telepathy of my own.

Yes! I know this is really weird, but please untie me and I’ll explain everything! Hurry before my father comes back!

I swallowed. So he could hear me, and vice versa. I looked at Jungkook to see if he had any change of reaction, but he was still dumbstruck. There was no way this man was able to communicate with him.

“Jungkook?” My voice quivered. “Did you hear that?”

“A-ah, that’s right. In Aquadore, couples can hear each others’ thoughts and are able to communicate through the mind alone.” Jungkook didn’t look at me. “I can’t hear anything he’s telling you right now.”

“But we’re not a couple.” I responded flatly.

A look of hurt crossed the man’s eyes, and he looked genuinely upset. Do you not know who I am?

Aren’t you Prince Jimin? I answered simply and truthfully. His eyes drooped, and I felt a stab at my heart. Was he not the ruler of Aquadore?

Jungkook scrambled over to the man and got to work untying him, ripping the piece of tape off his mouth harshly. The man panted in relief, and gulped multiple mouthfuls of air before speaking.

“Thank you.” He said to Jungkook, then looked at me helplessly. “My father will be back any moment now. If he sees you two here, you’ll be dead in an instant.”

“You’re Prince Jimin, right?” I squeaked, my voice airy as I neared the man cautiously.

He opened his mouth as if he was going to protest, but seemed to decided against it and instead nodded slowly as Jungkook broke the knots on the rope one by one. When I was only a few feet away from him, I saw him gulp slightly.

“Then… Why did you sound so upset when you asked me who you were, and I answered exactly that?”

He stared into my eyes, his gaze hard but not too sharp. I felt my heartbeat start to race, reminding me of when I meet Jungkook’s eyes, but the feeling was much stronger. They were like darts piercing through my skin, the electric blue of his eyes shocking and captivating me. I felt chills go down my spine as I dared to meet his pair, my body going rigid. I felt a wave of nostalgia and awareness sweep through me, and a strange warmth start to rise in my heart.

“Yujin.” Jungkook finally untied all the knots, and Prince Jimin broke free. He gently grabbed my hand, his long fingers slowly bringing feeling back to my numb ones. His voice was soft and low. “Try to remember.”

The two males were silent as I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to remember if I had any memory of this man. But, I couldn’t. My brain was empty. No matter how familiar he appeared, and how much of an impact his teardrop shaped eyes had on me, I couldn’t think. As time passed by and I was beginning to get frustrated, Prince Jimin finally sighed in desperation. He let go of my hands, the numbness quickly returning to my digits and palms. He avoided my eyes, refusing to look up as he stared at the floor.

“Nevermind.” He mumbled, stuffing