Dreaming of the Seven

Chapter 5.

I'm starting to feel warm now, maybe I'm drifting back to life... I still feel like I'm in a daze, it's like I'm in a place full of fog and white light, just that it feels more warm, peaceful and... homely...

But suddenly, I'm not scared anymore, I'm not afraid anymore...

I try to find the source of the warmth that wraps my body. But my body still aches a lot. I can't even lift a single finger. I feel so exhausted, like someone just stabbed me a hundred times.

What are all these noises...?

Everything still feels blurry, I can't exactly figure out what's all this noise is about. I try to open my eyes but they refuse to let me see the reality. I try to lift up my body but the muscles refuse to respond.

W HO A RRR EE Y O UUU....

What... why is mom calling me like that? I thought... I'm home...right?

WHHOOO A RREE YO UUU? 

Suddenly, everything becomes less difficult. My muscles response's to my orders, my eyes open slowly having no idea what's waiting for me, I can feel my heart picking up its rigorous pace, I can feel my blood gushing back to every part of my body, in a hurry to supply itself, I slowly open my eyes... Two blurry figures are trying to say something to me, I can't point out these blurry figure at all. I try to open my eyes a little more widely but I fail. But the voices are clearer for me to point out.

Two men, yes, two men are talking to each other frantically, scared that someone might see them, scared of something gravely. I wonder what made them so frightened.

WHOO AR EE Y OUU?!

WHO ARE YOU??!

 This time my eyes shot open, and my mind doesn't miss the words or more likely the question.

The figures become more visible and....

The faces that greeted me were neither my mom nor my dad...

I analyze the space in which I'm currently in. I find myself snuggled in a thick white blanket radiating its warmth to my small figure. The room around me is decorated in such a clean way, just some clothes lying here and there.... Clothes of men... other than that the room is white and really elegant.

This is definitely not my room.

Wh-where am I?! What am I doing here?! This is not my room. The room that I loved, the room I decorated with my mom, the room in which I used to do those painfully boring assignments assigned by my history teacher wearing those black thick-framed glasses with wrinkles covering certain places of her face, the room in which I cried my eyes out of complete misery, the room in which I decided to give myself these deep slashes covering my hands and legs, the room where I tried to commit suicide god knows how many times but always failed... where is that room?

WHOSE ROOM EVEN IS THIS? IS THAT A BOY?!

They say when reality hits you, it hits you hard. And it hit me TOO HARD...

"wh-who are you?! Are you a sasaeng? Why are you here?!*

*I-I-I a-am Shreya.* God, I barely whispered that. Had I not paid attention, I wouldn't have heard my own self. I wondered if they did...

Their dumbfounded and pale faces proved that this is not a dream...sadly. Wait.....

ARE THEY THE BTS?!

The fear of waking up in a complete unknown place and the pain from the bruises made me completely ignore the fact...that they're THE BTS...

No no it can't be...