A soft shade of beige. That was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. My body felt warm and the throbbing sensation in my head was being soothed by the cloudlike pillow beneath my head.
It took me a moment to regain consciousness of my situation but soon I realized that I was in a bed. A bed that wasn't my own.
The sheets were beige and plain but beautifully simplicit.
I should've been scared but I was used to waking up in different beds every morning. I pushed the sheets off and realized I was in my underwear.
Not a huge change either.
I searched for my clothes around the room but was interrupted by a sudden shout from the doorway
"Ah! What are you doing?! You need to rest! Look at all those bruises and that head injury last night, why are you out of bed?!"
I could've sworn the voice came from a middle aged woman with at least five children but instead a handsome older man with his hair bleached blonde.
Blonde. I should try that one day...
"W-who are you?" I asked startled as he pushed me back into the bed.
"I'm the man who is nursing you back to health now do as I say and lay back down."
I couldn't help but do as he said.
"I'm gonna send Jungkook to fetch you something to eat, you must be starving."
"Jungkook?" I asked
"Don't you remember? He saved you from those thugs who tried to kill you. Carried you all the way here, he would've taken you to the hospital but he said you begged him not to."
That does sound like me.
Suddenly my head started to pound again. I groaned and the blonde haired man rushed out of the room shouting for a "Jungkook."
Why me?
