Noticed ✅

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Beep..........beep..............beep

Sounds permeated the quiet. An annoying incessant beeping. Ugh, what is that smell? I don't remember using bleach the last time I cleaned the house.

Hushed whispers, voices that sound familiar but I can't quite figure out who they belong to.

I tried valiantly to open my eyes but it was so bright in the room and the light was so painful. I finally managed to squint one eye open and look around. Ok well, I'm definitely not home. My room is way more colorful and not just white. God, what is that smell, and can someone shut that beeping noise up. 

Looking around I see my sister and niece curled up in a chair nearby, Angie comforting Jessa who was sobbing into her neck. 

"Don't cry ladybug." I croaked. My throat so sore and scratchy it was painful to mutter even those three small words.

"Oh thank god." Instantly reaching for me, Angie clasped my hand in hers, Jessa laying her smaller one over top. "I was so scared, WE were so scared. That other driver should never have been on the road if he was drinking, not to mention speeding like that."

"What? No, it was my fault. I was running from my feelings, speeding away from JinHit and Jungkook. I ran a red light."

"What on earth are you talking about? What is JinHit, and Jungkook, did you start talking to someone and not tell me?" The confusion was evident on her face and in her voice.

"Wow, are you sure you aren't the one who hit your head. JinHit, you know the entertainment company I've been working at the past few months."

"Um Nari, you still work for the sleazeball at the accounting firm."

"No. No no no. This can't be just a dream." My voice was cracking the longer I tried to talk. The pain of finding out this whole thing was a dream was evident in my eyes. I didn't realize I was crying until Jessa reached over and wiped the tears off my cheek with her tiny hands.

"Don't cry, aunty. I don't like it when you cry, it makes me want to cry too." I could hear it in her voice, the pain of seeing me cry. She was always a gentle soul and couldn't stand it when those around her were hurt.

Forcing a smile on my face, I tried to pretend I was ok for her sake.

"Angie, how long was I out?"

"Two says. But it was touch and go for the first few hours. They weren't sure if.." She broke off, not wanting to speak the words in front of Jessa. I understood what she meant though.

Two days. I dreamed all of that in two days. It felt so real. I could feel the ache in my chest from the knowledge that none of this ever happened. Jin, Jimin, Yoongi, the new and blossoming friendships, the burgeoning romance with Jungkook. How would I be able to function without these now? Even if they were never real, the fact that in my mind and heart I had believed them to be real, had, in essence, experienced all these things only to no longer have them was a loss I wasn't sure I would be able to move on from.

"Your phone was going off quite a bit though. I finally had to bring your charger from home so it wouldn't die, not that I would have missed the constant pings and vibrations." Picking my phone up off the stand beside the hospital bed she handed it to me. "Some people sure are eager to talk to you."

Picking it up I saw I had the odd text or two, but for the most part, the people who had my actual phone number were friends, family, or coworkers and they all knew what happened so I wasn't too worried about those. Nothing major on Facebook either, not that I was surprised - I usually only went to Facebook to play the games.

Instagram was a whole different story. The number of things I was tagged in and the number of messages I had was both astonishing and horrifying. Did I really talk to this many people on a freaking app?

ParkAeRahBTS21: Your room loo.... 
KookiesNCream: Are you goi..... 
Music4Lyfe: Have you dec... 
ParkAeRahBTS21: Everything ... 
KookyIsLife: What did yo... 
JiminieOppa: I read that bo... 
I_am_Noona: My stuff ca... 
ParkAeRahBTS21: Uhh are you.. 
Music4Lyfe: Um are thin... 
Jungkook.JinHit: Are you ok?... 

Talk about deja vu. This was how it started in my dream, maybe all of this didn't have to end badly after all. Opening up his message and started typing my reply. 

The end! Or is it?