Trivia : Melody (Min Yoongi FF)

Chapter One

(June, 2012)

The night was dark. Soft clouds hummed past the air, veiling the otherwise beautiful sky and the crescent moon like a newly wedded bride. The trees were swaying lightly, dancing with the night breeze along with the song of crickets. There was a sense of serenity wrapped around the atmosphere, obliging one to feel relaxed and calm.

Too calm.

Something was definitely wrong.

And the horrifying cry of a woman that vibrated through the gust of wind a second later, made him snap back to awareness. It was like a wake up call for him, forcing him to open his eyes widely, and he was taken aback by the view in front of him.

What was this place?

Even if the structure was uncharacteristically odd, he could tell that the place he was standing on, was the porch of the two storey house that loomed over him on his left. In front of him, there was a single room, adjacent to the porch, but definitely not architecture wise connected to the main building. He could scarcely make out the silhouette of a garden in front of him, not sure about how big it was due to the darkness. Curiously, he was about to venture towards it, when he heard it again.

The painful cry of a woman, followed by the sound of someone thrashing around and being hit.

He looked up at the balcony on his left, instantly understanding that the noise was coming from the upper floor of the house. He stood there for some moments, and when there was no more sound, he sighed and proceeded towards the garden.

Where was he though? His surroundings seemed unnaturally unknown, something he'd never seen before. Was he even in his own country? Because he sure as hell never saw coconut trees in any of the household gardens in his motherland.

With an uncomfortable frown, he tried to remember what he was doing here. The far he knew, he had his dinner and went to sleep...

It was like a flash went through his vision when his conscious mind suddenly woke up. Still concealed by the adroit subconscious, his conscience made his muscles twitch, literally. He could feel the stroke of clothing over his uncovered skin, felt a softness supporting his erect head from behind.

I'm on my bed, he concluded.

Lucid dream was something he was well aware of. What he didn't know was the place his unconscious mind had taken him into. As far as he remembered, he'd never dreamt about places he didn't know and even if he did, they were not astonishingly unfamiliar like this one. His frown deepened, as he tried to untangle the mess of confusing knots inside his head.

His attempt though, couldn't find success.

The desperate shrill cry of the woman rived through his concentration, splitting it apart mercilessly. He flinched, his fingers automatically curling into tight fists as he looked back up at the second floor. Rage and disgust filled him up as he pivoted and ran towards the house.

Whatever the problem was, beating up a woman could never be the solution.

He ran through the porch, reaching the staircases eventually that led to the upper storey. He mounted the stairs quickly, making as less sound as possible. But when he reached the turn for the final flight of stairs, he suddenly stopped, stumbling a bit forward due to inertia. His heart almost leaped into his throat as his eyes landed on the figure sitting on the stair right below the closed door that obviously led into the second floor.

The little girl, no more than eight, had two mini bunches on her head, tied up by baby pink hair ties. Her facial features didn't match up with kids from his country, neither she had any resemblance with Western children. So Saudi Arabia or UAE, may be? He was not sure. There was just something in her that made her different. And it had nothing to do with her slightly darker complexion.