White Orange (1/1)

Baekho noticed he was slowly fading as the talk went on. He started panicking and showing Minhyun his hands that were disappearing. Minhyun laughed a little."You're just waking up. Don't make such a fuss," Minhyun replied. "Listen... when you find Baekho, tell him I still love him for me. Okay?""Will that stop him?" Baekho squeaked and Minhyun shrugged, standing up to embrace Baekho. Baekho couldn't feel his coldness anymore but there was no warmth either."Probably not but it's worth a try, right, Baekho? He is you... and you are him. Just of different universes. Do what you think is right. Save Minhyun even if you can't save Baekho.""I'll do my best," Baekho said, feeling his conscious fall apart again. He groaned as he felt a prickly feeling all over his face. He slowly opened his eyes again to find himself looking upwards at a ceiling. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. He was no longer in that dark place but this place wasn't any brighter. It was dim and the wallpapers were all faded, paint breaking apart too. He heard footsteps against a creaking floor and sat up, noticing his bag pack and sword on the floor. He quickly pulled his sword up and motioned it towards the door that opened. A familiar face stared back at him which quickly turned into a frown at the sight of a blade pointed at him."Is this how you greet someone who just dragged your sorry ass from the alley to a proper bed?" Baekho with faded orange hair asked.  Baekho himself was pretty surprised to see his hair in that color. He stepped into the room fully, his leather jacket coming into view as well as ripped jeans.       "I... you.. You're not... scared of me?" Baekho found himself asking awkwardly."Why would I be scared of someone who looks like me? If anything, I would say you're like some long lost twin of mine," the other Baekho replied, turning his own frown upside down. He walked over to Baekho and moved his sword away, placing a hand against his forehead. "You're not sick, are you?""N-no." He was startled by the way this Baekho was acting. It was... very different?"Good. I don't have medicine with me but I made something light for you to eat. Put that away if you're not planning to stab me with it," the other said jokingly. Baekho nodded and kept his sword back into its scabbard. He checked to make sure the bracelet was still on, sighing in relief when he saw it there around his wrist. He got up, wobbling a little but managed to steady himself enough to follow the other."Um... do you know of someone named Minhyun?" He asked as he walked out of the room. He was surprised to see the house was pretty rundown all around. The wallpapers and paint tore at random spots. There were even cracks leading up to the ceiling. Baekho felt insecure walking since it made the floorboards creak but the other didn't seem fazed by it."Yeah. I know Minhyun. He stays next door.""He does?""Yeah. Why? Did you come all the way here to find him?""Uh... does he have... Brown hair?""No. Last I saw him, he had black hair. He's very secretive and doesn't like coming out much. Here." Biker Baekho placed a bowl of soup on the table for Baekho."Thank you," he said gratefully as he sat down and drank the warm bowl of soup. It was unlike any kind of soup he had tried before yet it tasted homely and warm. Maybe he had passed out from hunger after all. He gobbled down the contents of the bowl as the other Baekho sat in front of him, watching."You must be very hungry. Want seconds?""Yes, please." He was served a second bowl and he took his time to eat slowly. "What's.... your relationship with Minhyun?""Hmm? We don't really have one. I told you, he's very secretive. I've only interacted with him twice and it was mostly just Hi and bye.""Right. What do you do for a living then?" Baekho asked sheepishly. It still felt weird interacting with himself but he was slowly coming to terms with it."I fix bikes for people. It's nothing much but it's an honest living and I get by with it." Bikes? Baekho had no clue what bikes were but didn't think he should ask either. "What about you? You don't look like you're from around here."Baekho thought for awhile. "That's because I'm not... from around here. I'm from a different world and I'm technically you." He watched the other widen his eyes in surprise. So that's how he looked when he's surprised."Oh. I see. That's why you have a sword. And why you dress... like that." Baekho looked at the way he dressed. It was normal to him but he guessed it wasn't this Baekho's norm. He was about to reply when he heard a thump. It sounded like something heavy was dropped into water. He flinched but orange haired Baekho didn't seem affected."What was that?""That... would be Minhyun.""What? Why?""I don't know. I never bothered checking.""Aren't you worried that he's doing something to himself?""No... it's his life. I don't want to interfere." Baekho shook his head and got up. He went over to the door and tried to open it but it wouldn't budge. "You need to unlock the door first.""Ah. Right." He turned the lock and pulled it open. Outside was a shock for him. It was indeed an alleyway and he was a few feet off the ground. He stepped back and felt the other Baekho's body against him."Careful." Baekho nodded and walked over to the next door. Why was this building built so weirdly? He knocked on the door while biker Baekho stood at his own door, looking over.Baekho knocked again, harder this time. The door opened and a pale ghastly face came out.