Sorry I haven't been posting chapters in a while.

I've been very busy with school, family life, and big art projects lately.

But I am going to try and post more. 

I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

"Yoongi can you stand in the middle of the room? Where that big circle is?" Seokjin asked smiling.

"Uh...sure? Just what is going on here?" I said stepping into the circle.

"You'll see," he purred before stepping to the side with the others.

You'll see...is that all these people know how to say?

I grumbled when suddenly...I heard flute music.

It swirled around me as it played each note.

It sounded...so beautiful...

My eyes started to droop and my body felt numb.

What is this?

"Hey! What's going on-" I screamed but my voice caught in my throat.

I couldn't move!

The flute's music felt as if it was a python squeezing its prey.

My eyes closed and I felt my body fall to the floor.

I couldn't do anything.

Everything was dark.

The music soon faded away and I was in a different place.

A cold ally way with boxes filled with homeless people and crying children.

I shivered.

Why am I here?

Why am I here again?

I looked around and saw a small boy with midnight colored hair crying in the corner.

He looked so weak and he most likely hadn't eaten in days.

"Hey-" I said reaching out for him but two other little boys ran in front of me and hugged the boy.

"Yoongi-hyung!" one squealed picking up a piece of bread, "look what I got!"

The small boy whipped his face then smiled. 

"Where'd you get it from?" the small boy asked.

"A nice old lady gave it to us!" the tallest boy said smiling showing missing teeth.

I remember this... It's Namjoon, Hoseok, and... me.

Why am I seeing this?

"HEY! You kids! Give me that bread now!"I turned around as a man came running up to them- I mean us.

The man ran up to us and grabbed the bread from Hoseok's hands.

"Hey! That's ours!" Hoseok protested and the man glared at him.

"How about I give you something better kid? A knuckle sandwich!" the man yelled raising his hand to slap Hoseok.

Suddenly the younger me ran in front of Hoseok and spread out his arms to protect him.

"Yoongi-hyung!" Hoseok screamed.

"Don't touch Hobi," younger me snarled as he winced from the red hand mark on his cheek.

The man growled and grabbed for younger