LOST | KTH (feat. JJK & PJM) ✔️

LOST 1: "Just Dreaming"

"Are you sure you can drive now, Raina?"

With a sarcastic scoff, she snatched her car keys from his hand, opening the door. "Don't worry, I'm gonna get your girlfriend home safe and sound. Besides," She hiccuped once before going on. "I was born in a car, dumbass."

He giggled lightly, shaking his head at her stubbornness. "No need to be a savage, baby girl." Then, he leaned down, taking her lips in his for a quick kiss. "If you were still awake when you get home, give me a call."

"Careful there, Mr. Jeon." She leaned closer to his ear, whispering. "Your girlfriend may think that you're cheating on her with me or something."

He chuckled, acting like he was whispering in her ear too, not really caring to speak in a loud voice since he saw his girlfriend passed out inside the car already. "Aren't I?"

Raina shoved him away playfully, getting in the car. "I'll call you."

On the middle of the way, Raina took a glance at the girl beside her, for a second, she actually felt guilty, knowing very well how much she did love her boyfriend, and 'thinking' that this love wasn't returned by him.

Just when she looked back at the road, her sight was blinded by the strong lights coming from the headlights of some huge truck, along with the loud noises of its honk that caused her heart fall down in her legs, paralyzing her movements.

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My eyes snapped open instantly as I sat up on the bed, startled by my regular nightmare.

Honestly, I never knew when I'd ever be able to accept the fact that it wasn't just a nightmare, it was a true flashback of my goddamn life when I was 18. Three years ago.

Wait.

When did my hair grow down past my shoulders?

Looking around me, my heart clenched tightly at what I saw.

Don't get me wrong, it's not like I've woken up to a house of vampires or something. It was a very normal room, classy to be honest. Anyways, it was a classy bedroom with a king-sized bed, where I was seated, and silk grey, obviously expensive, sheets messily thrown on the mattress because of the people who were sleeping there, who seemed to be me and someone else on the other side of the bed.

It was very normal, nothing extraordinary at all, except for one thing.

This was NOT my room, neither was it my bed. My hair was much shorter than that. And my freaking boyfriend had been abroad for three days and wouldn't be back till midnight.

What's with the clothes though?

I'd never worn such fancy silk pjs, not just because they would be over budget; they'd make me feel like I'm sleeping in the sun or something.

I chuckled and shook my head, thinking that I just woke up from a nightmare to such a sweet dream. I rubbed my eyes and laid back on the unfamiliar bed, trying to go back to sleep.

I felt like an idiot as I blinked my eyes several times, but nothing.

I was wide awake.

Where the hell was I?

It started to get ridiculous. And scary.

That's what I thought, until I found a man coming in the room, realizing that what I said was an understatement, because it felt way more than just ridiculous now.

He was a work of art with those flawless features of his face and muscular body, especially in such a formal suit that wasn't completely on since he had the cravat untied and the first three button of his shirt undone.