Jin seemed to stop breathing altogether this time. It was Taehyung. Suddenly everything clicked together in his mind like a gigantic, confusing jigsaw. It had been Taehyung hands that covered his eyes; Taehyung who showed him his other friends, powerless and blind to his existence, before jumping from that balcony; Taehyung who did know more than everyone else at the table, and had shown that by telling Jin about the crack in his cheek; Taehyung who was the only friend who was really there. Taehyung was the statue, with the wings of a fallen angel. But was he really Taehyung?

Jin remembered how odd his friend had been acting in the days leading up their museum trip. Odder than usual, that was. Tae was a unique guy who laughed and daydreamed a lot, but recently he had changed. What if this Taehyung was an imposter?

The 'fake' Tae's almond-shaped eyes were a brilliant, crystal blue instead of their usual, deep brown colour, and although his face looked the same, his hair and cheeks were paler, and as he opened his mouth slightly in a malicious smirk Jin could even see gleaming, sharpened fangs in place of his canine teeth.

"You're not my friend," Jin finally managed to hiss. "Give me the real Taehyung. Bring all my friends back!"

"I don't have your friends," the imposter said in a husky tone that was so alike yet so different to the real Tae's voice. "It's up to you to get them back." He laughed a harsh, deadened laugh, and his icy eyes glinted coldly.

"What do you mean?" Jin growled.

"It's your own fault you lost them. I was only trying to help you."

Surprising himself, Jin thought this through for a second. Maybe the imposter was right. He had been isolating himself from his friends lately, and it was time, he decided, to return the support they had given him all these years. It was time to get his friends back. The fake Taehyung seemed to understand what Jin was thinking, for he smiled – a warmer smile this time.

"There you go. I knew you could do it."

"What about the real Taehyung?" Jin asked, voice trembling a little.

"Don't you worry. He'll be there. He was worried about you, y'know. That's how I found out about you, Seokjin."

As abruptly as the visions had begun, Jin found himself back in the entrance hall of the art museum, facing the mural on the wall. The organ's tune was still drifting through the air, but it sounded more peaceful, more harmonious, like a choir of angels.

Speaking of angels, Jin noticed, for the first time, that that winged statue was hidden in plain sight, right in the centre of the painting, a streak of green down its right cheek and a murder of crows flocking about its elegantly poised head.

"Jin?" came a shaky voice from his side. "What's going on?"

Jin turned to see Taehyung, looking slightly alarmed, but more real and more normal than he had been for days.

"Don't worry, Tae," Jin comforted his younger friend with a hand on his shoulder. "Everything's okay now." And for the first time that day, he actually believed it.