Taehyung continued to send messages, his once-faded panic now returning in full force. Meanwhile, the user "Main BeThSce" just stayed online, never messaging back. For some reason, it seemed as if this person was just watching these messages coming in. Maybe he - or she, for all Taehyung knew - just thought he was crazy. Hell, he thought he was crazy.

Hours passed.

And in a horrifying moment, the user went offline. Taehyung was definitely going crazy now. Just as he was about to start screaming or crying or both -

seokJ is online. Would you like to message?

seokJ: Where are you?

Seokjinnie-hyung. Thank God.

Thus began the typing mania. Taehyung felt a sense of security come over him as he wrote to Seokjin and, he assumed, the others.

If he had known what was about to happen, maybe he wouldn't have felt so safe.

When he was told he had to go meet the boys in Tokyo, he was confused, to say the least. But anything to be able to see them.

They seemed hesitant to speak to him at first. As time continued, they got more used to messaging him. He spent his time on that huge cargo freighter hiding from everyone and messaging them whenever his phone had battery life and there was a cell connection.

When there was a call that the boat was about to dock, he jumped out of his place in the bottom of the stern and ran up to the deck. What he saw confused him though. It wasn't the colorful skyline of Tokyo - it was a drab, small port city.

"Hey, kid!" a gruff male voice called. Taehyung stopped his gazing and looked for the source of the voice. An older, wizened man with long dark hair pulled into a ponytail was staring at him from several meters away at the edge of the boat. "You're the one that wanted to get to Tokyo, right?"

Taehyung nodded, and the man waved his hand at the truck. "My friends and I are headed there. We can give you a lift if ya need one." The boy nodded again, and saw the man and a few others his age, each with their own dark hair, piling various carg