Storms of Fate [ SOF ] [ BTS ]

Chapter 7 : Belonging to Her

A/N : For a better flow, i will be writing the characters in 3rd person view. It easier that way.

Bright sunlight filtered through drapes which were never closed but that did not seem to wake the girl sleeping soundly on the big bed.
But moments later her alarm broke that peaceful slumber.

Groaning as she woke up, Anya flailed about on the bed in order to reach the device making the noise.

After battling with stray bedsheets, tossed about due to the restless night, she finally located her cellphone and turned the alarm off.

Laying back down on her pillows, she at last opened her eyes, puffy and swollen as a result of the crying streak last night. She lay down quietly, watching the room, while trying to gather herself enough to actually bother about getting up.

Last night was something she wished never to witness again. Those eyes...

No. No. She would not focus on it right now. If she herself was traumatized by what happened yesterday, then what were they going through? The only thing she could focus on was making sure it did not happen again.

She really did not wish to go through the whole song and dance of the procedure. Looming over was the rule that the first bidder would be the ones given privilege of the evening with the hybrid they bid on.

Safe to say that the ones she wanted would be the ones everybody would race to get.

She made up her mind. It was not prudent to wait even till the designated 6 o clk, especially for Yoongi.
He had bit Seojin deep. No matter what, that bitch would want to see him punished.

Given that if she wanted to stop it, she easily could but the timing was of matter. What if she was too late and some irreparable damage was already done to him?

That though send panic crashing through her, waking her up completely. She sat up on her bed, her strap of nightgown slipping down one shoulder to bare one creamy shoulder, while her hair cascaded around her in a dark perfumed cloud.

Anya reached for her cellphone again. Right now the time was 4:30pm.
That amazed her. Shocked, she grasped that she had actually slept through her alarms. This alarm was the one she had set to start getting ready.

Yesterday was really exhausting emotionally.

She swept the covers away as she climbed down from the high bed. Reaching the mirror, she assessed the damage. Especially her eyes.

Not too bad... nothing a little makeup would not fix...

Getting in a quick shower, because her instincts told her she would not get time to freshen up for the evening, she donned a robe and called Peter.

"I don't blame you for sleeping in, i kind of expected it" Peter greeted her with it.

"I know. But i should have woken up earlier. Can you do me a favour? Tell Mr. Park that i want to meet him in 20 minutes?"

"Will do." Peter replied.

As soon as she was going to cut off the call to go get ready, Peter hesitated a bit.

"Peter? Something the matter?"

"Well, you should know, something happened while you were asleep. It was one of the hybrids. The bird hybrid from yesterday i think."

Anya froze as she heard him. Seokjin? Did he mean something happened to Seokjin?

"Seokjin?" Anya asked shakily.

"I believe that is his name." Peter said.

"In details." Was all that Anya said. Dread already flowing in her veins.