"Love in Parallel"

2: Naked

YN's POV:

As I opened my eyes, my hands still resting on my head from the disorienting journey, I heard the sound of water. Confusion clouded my senses until I turned around to find myself face-to-face with a pair of captivating eyes, the colour reminiscent of Jungkook from BTS.

 My gaze instinctively scanned his face, my hands slowly lowering from my head. He was utterly breathtaking.

However, as my eyes roamed downward, I realised he was standing there completely naked. Shock and embarrassment washed over me, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

YN: (Screaming) "Ahhhhhh!"

In response to my scream, he exclaimed in a surprised tone, "Who the fuck!"

Panicking, I quickly turned around, my back now facing him. Just as I thought I might have a moment to regain my composure, something hit my back. I looked down to see a bottle rolling to a stop near my feet.

YN: (Angrily) "Did you just throw a fucking bottle at me?"

I turned back around to face him, my eyes locking onto his. His expression remained cold, and he had now managed to drape a bath towel around himself. He looked like the embodiment of a cool, composed character from a movie.

Arrogant bathtub man: (Coldly) "You should be grateful it was just a bottle."

His voice had a melodious quality that sent shivers down my spine, despite the coldness of his tone. I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of frustration and fascination.

YN: (Sarcastically) "Oh, how considerate of you. I'm touched."

The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder how on earth I had ended up in this bizarre situation, standing face-to-face with a handsome but clearly irate stranger in the most unconventional circumstances.

His expression changed, and he regarded me with a look that made me feel like he was seeing a monkey. Determined to stand my ground, I folded my arms across my chest and stared right back at him, doing my best to make him feel as uncomfortable as he'd made me.

YN: (Inwardly) He's not going to intimidate me.

However, his next move caught me off guard. He calmly yet coldly called out, "Security."

I blinked, my heart racing as I suddenly realized where I was. This was his room, but how had I ended up here? Memories of my journey were a blur, and I couldn't recall how I'd arrived in this strange place.

He took deliberate steps toward the door, and I instinctively followed him, my mind racing with questions about my situation. Before I could gather my thoughts, a man entered the room.

As the security personnel[i guess] entered the room and began to speak, his eyes locked onto mine, just as mine did on his. We both scanned each other, a mutual curiosity apparent in our expressions. He appeared to be around the same age as Jungkook, in his twenties, and I couldn't help but notice how striking he looked.

YN: (Inwardly) Damn, he's attractive.

He eventually tore his gaze away from me and turned to look at the arrogant bathtub man, clearly waiting for an explanation.

Arrogant bathtub man: (Coldly) "There is an intruder in my room. Handle it."

I blinked in disbelief at Jungkook's apparent indifference. As I contemplated asking Taehyung who he was and how I had ended up in this strange place, I finally decided to break the silence.

YN: (Calmly) "Umm, what's your name, Mr...?"

Arrogant bathtub man glanced at me, but I paid him no mind. Taehyung made a hesitant sound in response to my question, and I raised an eyebrow, indicating that he should provide an answer.

YN: (Sarcastically) "No name?"

Taehyung cleared his throat and finally replied, "Taehyung."

I nodded in acknowledgment, finding his name strangely familiar.

YN: "So, Mr. Taehyung, where am I?" I asked, offering him a friendly smile.

Both Taehyung and Jungkook exchanged puzzled glances, as if questioning my sanity.

Taehyung: "Jeon Mansion."

I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. My irritation was growing by the second.

YN: (Slightly annoyed) "And where is this freaking Jeon Mansion?"

Before Taehyung could respond, Jungkook interjected with something to say, leaving me to wonder just how I had found myself in this peculiar and confusing place.

Jungkook: (Sternly) "Mind your language."

I gave Jungkook a withering glare, feeling increasingly frustrated by the situation. I turned my attention back to Taehyung, hoping for a straightforward answer.

Taehyung: "Seoul, South Korea."

At first, I thought Taehyung might be teasing me by saying "South Korea," but then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My eyes widened in disbelief.

YN: (Incredulously) "How the heck am I in Seoul?"

Both Jungkook and Taehyung stared at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and bewilderment. It seemed that my presence in Seoul had taken them just as much by surprise as it had me.