✔Invisible Girl | Bts Seokjin

• Chapter 3 •

◈◈ Y/N POV ◈◈

I felt a huge kick to my ribs, my hands going directly to the spot that had been stabbed. Was that the concrete floor? But why was the pain not on my face?

It took me several minutes to open my eyes, the pain making me wake up. Had I been asleep? No, that wasn't usually how that worked. I feared what I would see, my hand still pressed against my ribs.

As soon as I opened my eyes, the bright light stung my eyes. It took a second to adjust to the brightness, my hand leaving my rib and going immediately to my mouth, covering the large gasp that escaped it. I wasn't in some hospital bed, nor on the cold concrete of my uncle's driveway, no, I was in some luxurious palace, with a small puppy glaring at me.

It began biting me, barking, and pawing toward me.

A small growl came from its direction as it tried to bite my fingers.

"The little shit,"

Processing my situation, I scanned the dog.

It was a cute corgi with a pink collar and pink nails as if it had had a manicure... Or pedicure... Clawnicure?

"Better maintained than I ever would that's for sure," I whispered.

She looked unhappy and kept growling at me like a wolf would when angry. In this situation though, the pup looked too cute and only made me chuckle as I examined it.

"More like chuckle in anger, you little shit, why the hell would it bite me!? I haven't done anything to it in the first place!" I thought to myself.

My body finally felt less stiff so I began to scan the room around me. My eyes were wide, my heart racing with every item and area I recognized. 

I was sitting smack down in the middle of -what I could only guess- was the living room, a nice sofa in front of me, formed around the TV like a fort with only a small place to get out from. It was an isolated island next to a kitchen, a sidebar high enough to keep my vision from seeing too much inside of it.

The carpet underneath the small island was hard, made of some weird sort of twine that scratched at my legs. It was a dark shade of brown with red and beige patterns adorning it, my hands going down to make sure it was real as I continued to scan around. The carpet ended by the edge of the flat-screen TV, turning into a sand-colored hardwood floor that covered the rest of the apartment.

I got up, finally noticing how I couldn't see my own hands.

I looked around at myself.

My body froze.

"What the fuck?"

I began scanning my body again, blinking quickly to try and make out my legs or arms.

Nothing.

I touched my shoulders, looking for the comfort of my clothes, but all I found was a bra strap.

I trailed my hands down my sides, noticing how it was only skin I felt, no fabric.

I finally reached my hip, feeling my underwear hugging my body tightly.

"So, I at least have undergarments on. But where in the hell did my clothes go?"

I walked around the apartment, heading towards the dining room first. Across from it was a bartending area and at the very end of both of them was a huge marvel counter. Behind the counter was the kitchen, all on display and colored black, a nice color that complimented the rest of the apartment feel.