Fear | K.th [Editing]

A Shift in Perspective [14°]

Her eyes ease open, focus landing on a white ceiling that didn't look like the Slaughter or the room assigned for her. She sluggishly pulls herself up into a sitting position as she examines the unfamiliar bedroom. She tries to remember how she ended up in here, hand coming to her head as she squints. She was last with Kim. She had kissed him and now she was here. Did she faint?

She remembers slipping in and out of consciousness as she was being carried through the halls. Faint voices emerging in her mind of someone's conversation. Taehyung was the one holding her lack body and another individual was walking beside them.

Before she had lost consciousness she broke down crying after the kiss, grabbing onto Taehyung. He had held her, large arms wrapping around her frame. A sudden name appears. A name that Taehyung had called her. It started with an S from what she can recall.

What was it...Soo...Soomi? He had called her Soomi. She wonders why that name would even slip out of his mouth when referring to her at a time where she was vulnerable. It may have been accidental. Could she possibly remind Kim of that person? Though, a feeling of regret sizzles in her stomach from crying in the arms of a man she loathes.

Her eyes snag on the clothing she was now in, hand clutching around the dark satin covers to pull them off her legs. She was back in a yellow uniform from when she first arrived to the Institution.

Taehyung couldn't have possibly been the one who put her in these clothes, right? He had a maid take off her clothes, she hopes. She touches around her chest to feel for any difference. Evangeline turns her head to peer over at the window. The sun was setting. She isn't sure what day it is, losing track of time since leaving the club.

Her thoughts fall back to the name Soomi, not wanting her to get off track. For Kim to call her a name like that while in her state peeks her interest. Who was Soomi to Kim Taehyung? And how would she be able to obtain the information she's pursuing. She doubts she would be able to get it from the source.

Jung Hoseok? Probably not. Mars, didn't seem like he knew much either. Jeon Jeongguk? No, he acts like Kim's personal guard dog. He'd be a brick wall she was trying to tear down with just a pickaxe. Maybe she could ask his brother, though he shows timidness. He would probably be too skeptical and run away. Perhaps the doctor, Kim Seokjin, would help. Eager to give up his boss's fears so easily. However, he was a bit apprehensive with her questioning. He would ask her how she knows about this Soomi person. For the time being, she isn't sure how she would ease around that question if it were to come up.

She has a feeling whoever Soomi is, could be the key to figuring out Kim Taehyung.

Her lidded gaze peers around the bedroom. This has to be Kim's, but why would he place her in here rather than in the ICU or back into her assigned room? That's what she's puzzled by. From the furniture, to the expensive looking decor, everything appears luxurious.

In this moment of solidarity, she rushes to stand up and find an escape. Her legs lift off the bed and her feet land on the ground. Her right foot steps forward and she's falling. She gasps, grabbing onto the bed on her way down. Her legs wouldn't support her weight. She tries again, pushing against the bed, only to remain in the same position.

She looks over at the window again. It was about eight feet from the bed. There was a balcony. If she could only get over there and see how far this floor was to the ground she could process a plan, but as of now, it seems futile. She groans in frustration, not understanding why she can't move. Did they do something to her while she was asleep?