I Saved You | Rosekook | DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

Chaeyoung's POV

  The next time I wake, I am in an unfamiliar place.  Memories from what happened earlier flashes through my mind, and I groan as my head aches in pain.  I feel the material below me, and I realize I am laying on a bed that is not mine.  I examine my body, realizing that I am unharmed.  What the heck?  I sit up, taking in my surroundings.  There were many posters of an idol singer that I recognize as IU.  Along with that were also of some gaming posters that I did not recognize, for I am not a gamer.

  The bedroom looks relatively neat, but that is none of my concern.  My concern right now is how I got here, what the flip happened, and why I am in some bedroom that I do not recognize.  The door to the bedroom creaks, breaking the silence, and I freeze.

  God, please don't take me.  I still have so much to live for.

  I look around the bedroom for a weapon, and I realize I still am wearing all my clothes: including my shoes.  I hastily yank my shoes off, getting ready to throw it at my captor.  As soon as a face appears behind the door, I throw both shoes, in hopes one will at least make contact with my captor. 

  "Ow!  What the fuck?!"  A masculine voice curses, groaning in pain.  I cheer in silence, praising my throwing skills.  "What even is going on?  First Taehyung exposes me in public, then Jimin steals one of my posters, and now magic shoes are bei-" he stops his rant when he makes eye contact with me, "Great, now I'm seeing things."

  For some very odd reason, my sense of fear disappeared, and instead, I am much calmer.  Perhaps the rush of adrenaline scared my sense of logic off, and so I end up yanking my watch off and throwing it at the man.  God knows if I'm stupid or I'm just being... stupid.

  This time, the man is able to dodge it, and this time instead of looking surprised, he looks angry.

  Well, fuck.  Shoot, I shouldn't have swore, but I'm going to di-

  "Jimin, I swear if this is some sort of sick joke where you dress up as a girl I swe-"

  "Did you just assume my gender?" I hiss, offended.

  "Wow, you even have a believable female voice.  Look, this may be funny and all, but I've had a shitty day, and ju-"

  "Look, I don't know who this 'Jimin' person is, but I just got hit by a car, I ended up in this place, and now a guy I don't even know is assuming my freaking gender, and I'm triggered." I rant, glaring at him.

  The guy sighs in annoyance, "Damn, you and the guys must have spent months planning this, but can we j-"

  I'm getting annoyed now, and I can't control myself any longer, especially since this dude thinks I'm a male for some reason, "I am not a male, I am not a "Jimin," I am a female, and my name is freaking Chaeyoung!" I reveal, gasping for breathe.

  The guy still looks suspicious of me, but he is no longer glaring, "If you really aren't Jimin, then how did you end up in my bedroom?"

  "I was hoping you'd explain that to me, but I'll have you know I was having a chill day with the girls, and then I went bike riding, then I got hit by a car, which is great, for some reason I have no injuries, and now I'm magically here in some stranger's bedroom where a man thinks I'm a male when I'm clearly a female!" I explain my story as calmly as possible, but apparently that wasn't possible.

  "Okay, clearly you have some um... issues." The guy states, raising an eyebrow.

  "Thanks to a certain someone." I grumble, rolling my eyes.

  "I'm sorry, okay?  Clearly we started off on the wrong foot, but you can't really blame me since I just got home from a really crappy day, and to top it off, a stranger is in my house." He sighs rubbing his forehead.

  "I apologize for my actions as well.  I really thought you kidnapped me, so I panicked and... that happened, and I apologize again for that." I reply, instinctively tucking a strand of my hair under my ear.

  The man glances at the clock above his computer desk, sighing once again.  "Although I'd love to find out what's going on, it's really late right now, and I need to wake up for work tomorrow."  He makes eye contact with me, contemplating on something, before rubbing his forehead. "You can take my bed.  I'll go take the couch.  Good night Chaeyoung."

  "Wait!"  I yelp, causing him to stop his movements, his face looking at me expectantly.

  "What's your name?"  I ask.

  "Jungkook.  Now let me sleep."