Amaranthine [Taeyang/Hyuna] (editing/rewriting/ON HOLD)

27 • Why

unedited

Hyuna

When I opened the door, I was blinded by the burst of light and all of a sudden my body felt weightless. Wind blew past me as my hair floated around me. I do not know whether I was flying or falling down. Afraid of the unknown, I closed my eyes, waiting for it to end.

I felt my body tugged backward and I sunk deeper in the soft mattress. Like the air just filled my lungs, I opened my eyes and gasped deeply. My heart was thudding unsteadily and my sight blurred, yet I could still make out the rushing figures in the room and their frantic yells. I blinked my eyes to get rid of the haziness just as a weird kind of warmth settled itself on my heart. When I opened my slightly watery eyes again, I saw a familiar set of blue eyes staring into mine. The person was talking but it seemed muffled. I dropped my eyes on his lips and tried to read what he was trying to say.

"...you're okay. Sleep, you'll feel better."

And I did.

It was dim when I opened my eyes again. I felt hot, and my forehead was slick with perspiration. I never liked the feeling of my hair against my face, so I used my fingers to move the strands of hair that were stuck on my forehead for God knows how long, making sure to make a disgusted face at the sight of greasy strands.

"I feel horrible." I groaned and rolled to my side, planting my face in the soft pillow. It had a distant smell that I could not fathom what, but it surely did miracle on my slightly throbbing head. It was addictive, so I buried my face in it even more. Until I was out of breath.

"Bad move." I mumbled, gasping for air as I laid back on my back staring at the intricate patterns that were carved into the high ceiling. And it hit me.

I sat up in a rush, my eyes widened at the room I am in. The low light allowed me to take in as much as my eyesight could, black and deep purple wallpaper covered the high walls, and I gasped at the sight of the huge chandelier which hung from the ceiling. It was simple, yet elegant. The room was furnished minimally, yet I bet they could fit another room in here. Two nightstands stood at each sides of the bed with lamps with yellow lights. A comfy cushion chair was placed next to my side of the bed, probably someone was watching me while I was asleep? A fireplace at one side of the room and next to it was a huge bookshelf filled with books I was aching to get my hands into, a princess-sized vanity set on the other side. Apart from a few painting that hung on the wall, the room seemed empty, like it was unoccupied for so long.

I gulped, it was so huge, almost the size of my small apartment, probably bigger. It felt so wrong to be here.

Speaking of which, how did I get here?

Before I could think more into it, the door swung open and it revealed a middle-aged lady with a tray of food on one of her hand, and a pile of clothes on the other. My eyes widened and I scooted away from her as she walked into the room and placed the tray on the nightstand next to where I was a second ago.

She turned to me and smiled kindly.

"How long have you been awake?" She asked and I froze. Ignoring my state of shock, she placed the neatly folded clothes on the bed.

"I have brought you dinner, I'm sure you're starving. My poor child." She shook her head sadly. "Daesung should have feed you but no, that silly guy do not know anything about girls and their love for food. He will receive a mouthful from me later."