Jeongin laid on the couch of the living room that was very worn down and old looking now.

“Am I hallucinating? Where am I?”

He says to himself when looking up at the ceiling. He felt like he was in a daze, it was annoying. It was either he was dreaming or he was really mentality ill.

Then you came over and shook his shoulder, he sat up quickly looking around with wide eyes. Everything was now modern looking now. Once he saw you, he thought you were fake, yet he felt safe nearby you. This was reality now but Jeongin doesn’t know that.

“H-hello? Who are you?”

He was forgetting things easily, you were his roommate.