I found myself in a thick mist, clouded by the unclarity of my own mind, drowning in the unanswered questions that swarmed around. "Where am I?" I called out with a sore throat fading in the confusion. The doctors kept their silence ignoring me as whole and rather as limbs that need healing. On the other hand, the only two that I knew kept their steady stare on me, narrowing their eyes like if they were hunting their prey. We trap ourselves in each others stare. I try to form a sentence but the words stay stuck on my mouth with no means to escape. In that moment one of the males, who was leaned against the wall, shifts his stare off me and to one of the doctors around me. As if he could read his mind the doctor bowed , causing a chain reaction, the others followed with bow and quickly left their place.
My heart began racing, these two suspicious figures; the man I threw the rock at and the doctor that attended me. Was this all coincidence?
"Who are you?"I asked without censoring myself. The temptation of knowing grew beyond my limits. Once the words left my mouth a sharp pain shot up on the side of my head, scrambling my thoughts, I wince in pain bring my hand to the spot where it cried. Within seconds the pain washed away The unwanted pain send shiver up my spine as the pain of few hours ago surfaced reminding me of the terror. I shot my head up in cold sweat to the man who was there.
"Miss are you alright?" The doctor asked perking my ears, remembering perfectly the terror and chaos I faced.
"You should be more careful from now on," One barked out, he gets off the wall, drawing his steps closer to my bed. He grew closer ignoring any trace of boundaries, invading my breathing space we were only a few inches apart. I become stiff as he whispers into my ear; "something worse might happen". As if the air has been knocked out of my lungs, I stare at him searching for answer or anything but he quickly carried himself out the door before I could even form a thought. I traced his footwork as he leaves the room into the grim reality that awaits.
"I'm Youngjae and the other one is mark" He starts casually- he seems nicer and more friendly with a name to his face now- he clears the suffocating air transforming it into anew.
"Do you have anyone we can call? Family? A friend?" My body tensed up and tears that seem to be waiting quietly, sit at the edge. The air sucked out of my mouth. I've lost the only family I had, now they remain in my far memory but even in memory they are of my grasp. Disappeared in the endless mist, will I ever find them? The ache in my heart burned holes as how much I missed them.
I shook my head gently.
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(Third point of view)
The door clicked as it closed, Youngjae held the door handle for a few seconds before releasing it. He sighed heavily making his mind wonder to the clueless girl inside.
"What's the matter with you?" The eerie voice sounded off, frightening a distracted Youngjae. Without a pause, he responded; "Nothing" leaving a bitter taste. Mark leaned off the wall laughing nonchalantly at his petty reply. "Is it about her? (Y/N)?" The added name stirred reaction out of the younger one , curling his insides. They threw daggers at each other through their strained glares. Each patients running thin as they mask their painted secrets and heavy minds, refraining to speak. The thick tension of absolute silence drove them both mad. Until, finally, Youngjae heaved a heavy sigh. Irritated at his defeat he began;
"The girl knows Wonwoo" Youngjae whispered, spilling his burden.
"How do you know?" Mark blurted out, glaring at him oblivious by his disbelief.
"Right before the building collapsed Wonwoo called out for her" he played with his hands avoiding mark's glare.
" If she belongs to their clan then how do you think this would look, us having her?"Mark questioned growing irritated. Youngjae muted himself understanding the trap they found themselves in along the fact that they possibly dragged (Y/N) into something worse.
" All I know is that she is connected in someway, by choice or force but one thing I don't understand that if she was part of them then why haven't they come to get her?" Youngjae admitted pondering the thoughts he kept for a while now. Yet the pit in his stomach grew the more Y/N appeared innocent.
"Then she's already a part of this, try to keep an eye out and lets see if your right." Mark replied nonchalantly, keeping his stone gaze, he walks off letting the conversation adrift.
"The council summoned us" Mark echoed off, keeping his back towards Youngjae, "Don't be late" Marked sneered cutting his words across Youngjae chest, unbothered to see his reaction -Youngjae clenched his jaw with clicking his tongue in annoyance.
(A/N :Hello lovelies sorry I haven't been able to update my babo computer has been on drugs making things tad bit complicated, but i'm back with an update so expect more from now on! Remember love yourself and take care~~
P.s sorry if there's any typos :c
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