13 Dances (A Seventeen Fanfiction)

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I opened my eyes to complete darkness. For a second I was confused until I realized I was back in the real world for a bit. I perked my ears to find out if someone was there. I hoped he would be here. After this memory I wanted to hear him even more.

"She does look better now", I heard a voice.

Well, speak of the devil.

"I'm not sure, Jeonghan. She never really wears make up. Doesn't it look even more out of place now?", my sister asked.

"No, don't worry about it. Trust your husband for once", he opposed.

"Okay, this once I will", she chuckled.

"Also, don't forget we are not doing this for her to win a coma-patient-pageant. I am sure, her boyfriend will appreciate it even she doesn't look so pale anymore", he continued.

Thanks, I guess?

"Do you think she will wake up soon?", my sister suddenly mumbled quietly.

"Of course", Jeonghan said firmly, "The doctors say it could happen anytime now."

Wait, for real?

"She's starting to react to stimulations after all", he continued.

"Pricking her with a needle to determine her chances is still absurd to me", my sister opposed.

She always had been a pessimist.

"But her fingers flinched", her husband gave back.

Naturally.

"And remember how upbeat her boyfriend was that day? Don't let your distrust in the medical approaches make him feel discouraged again. He has been through enough", Jeonghan continued.

Exactly. Or I will scold you. No one discourages my sweetheart.

"We've all been through enough", my sister answered.

"Yet he is waiting for an answer", he opposed.

She sighed and then gave in: "Yes, you're right. Sorry. It's just stressing me out. It's been 48 days since the accident. I just want her to wake up."

"I get that. I totally get it", her husband told her and I could picture him pulling her into a side hug.

"She's gonna be fine. Trust the needle", he said and my sister chuckled. I could hear her hitting him jokingly. "You're an idiot", she answered and he laughed. "Your idiot", he corrected her. "Luckily yes", she agreed and I recognized a sound much like somebody kissing. Hello? How about minding the unmarried in this room?

"We should go now", my sister said, "We need to pick Vernon up, remember?" You go do that. "Oh, right", Jeonghan gave back. They said their goodbyes to me, wishing me to get well soon. Be careful, you two. And greetings to Vernon. Not that they would hear me, but I thought it automatically. And then I grew tired rapidly, embracing the next unconsciousness taking me back.

I woke up to Sabrina looking at me curiously. I flinched as she was pretty close to me. She chuckled. "Sorry", she told me, "But your facial expression was so hard to read." "Why would you even-", I began but she interrupted me: "So? Any news from your world?" I sighed, deciding to ignore her ignoring me and answered: "They say the doctors think I could wake up anytime. I am starting to react to stimulations." "Yeah, I know, I was talking about news. Something we didn't know yet", she gave back impatiently. I blinked confused. "You are starting to react to pain in this world", she explained, "That's why I know you do in the that world as well." "So this world and the real world are similar?", I asked curiously. "My world and your world. There is no real and fantasy world", she corrected me and I shrugged apologetically. For me this world was fantastical. Which made me wonder how she would probably react if she was thrown into the real – pardon, into my world...

But Sabrina interrupted my thoughts yet again as she said: "The worlds are similar indeed. But you'll figure out the differences quite vividly once you return." I jolted up. "You're saying, I will return for sure?", I asked, now excited. She shrugged and explained: "I can't see the future, but I am actually pretty certain. Yet, there is still something that keeps you here and I only hope to find it in your memories soon. Speaking of – How was the latest memory?" I smiled brightly. "Pretty good", I told her, "I enjoyed it." She nodded. "That is good", she grinned at me.

<3

Wildflowers and cultivated ones shared a nice co-existence on my porch by now. After getting hurt by the thorn, I decided to let the leftover flowers survive. However, they were pretty little in number compared to the wild ones. I looked at the combination and tried to find the reason behind me still being here. What was it? What was the doubt or question or whatever that kept me here? As if she had felt my struggle, Sabrina walked around a corner and as I looked at her, I knew what she wanted from me: It was time for the next memory. "Let's go", she simply said and I nodded, already getting up from the rocking chair.