Picture Perfect | k.th

Chapter 4

Taehyung POV

"What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?" The unusual woman muttered, pacing agitatedly back and forth.

I couldn't really understand why she was so freaked out by me. She did bring me into her house. I remember her holding me tightly. I don't really remember why I couldn't move, or anything else really...but I do remember that feeling.

She was pretty, and she had a kind giggle. But right now, she looked a bit frazzled.

"Uh okay. So here's what we're going to do. I am going to go to work. You...are not going to move from this dorm room until I get back. And if you hear the door start to open without me announcing myself, it's my roommate and you need to hide under my bed or in my closest or something. She cannot see you, no matter what. And then when I get back, if heaven forbid you haven't disappeared from my imagination, I am going to figure out how to turn you back into a painting," she explained.

"Turn me into a painting?" I recoiled, fear bubbling inside, "Are you a witch that you can do that?"

"Nope. You're a painting and I think I'm losing my mind, so please do what I say before I fully fall apart," she shook her head, quickly slipping out of the room before I could respond.

A painting? I looked down at my hands, gently picking at the skin. I felt real. And I was ninety percent sure I wasn't dreaming.

There was a wall mirror next to the TV which I got up to take a closer look at. Staring right back at me was a very handsome face. I was almost shocked by how attractive I was. My brain was short circuiting from it in fact. My mind was in shambles as to who I was and what my life was like. So much so that it had even forgotten what I looked like. The only thing I really understood was how things worked and how to move and talk, although I have no recollection of learning it. But does anyone remember learning how to walk or talk? However, even this mirror, I know what it is. I know it's purpose. I can identify that it is a mirror, but I have zero memory of ever seeing a mirror before.

"Ugh, what's going on?" I huffed.

The only point I remember was waking up feeling trapped. As if my whole body was being pinned down. I do remember the girl carrying me valiantly, like a knight in shining armor. People were threatening to burn me which is so disgusting. I mean you have to be able to go to jail for that. Then she set me right next to the couch, but I still couldn't move. But I remember watching her with her friend trying on clothes for some sort of outing. Whoever this girl was...she was really pretty. She had kind eyes, gentle features, a warm smile, and radiant energy. She was my benevolent savior.

When she came back alone, she looked so out of it. I was worried by how she stumbled in. But she was also giggling a lot and was smiling contently. Her smile made me feel happy too.

Then she came beside me, even though I couldn't move, she looked at me and she talked with me for a bit. She even called me handsome. When she pressed a kiss to her hand and then gently tapped my cheek, I thought my heart was going to pound right out of my chest.

And while she was gone and I was alone in the dark, I finally felt my body unravel from its shackles. As if I was Sleeping Beauty and she was my Prince Charming, she helped me with a kiss. Indirect, but same thing.

That's about all the memory of anything that I have. Even so, I had a strong feeling that the girl would help me out. She seemed reliable.

So I the least I could do was wait for her until she got back.

Time Skip

Yeah, there was no way I was waiting until she had got back.

Time was going by like a snail trying a cross country run. I couldn't wait any longer for her to come back. I didn't even know her name which is a crime.