LOST . PJM [Completed]

Chapter 2.

Jinhee's POV 

Lights. Bright lights were flashing all around me. I coughed and slowly got up. I screamed in agony when when pain shot up my arm. My breath came more rapidly  and my heartbeat sped up, but it wasn't from the pain, it was from the traumatizing scene in front of me. Shattered glass lay everywhere and a thick curtain of smoke hung in the air. Among the pile of debris, laid Jimin. Bloody, disfigured and motionless. I twisted my head around and saw my brother's head covered in blood. I screamed again and tried to pry open the door to get help, but I was too weak. 

 "Jinhee . . ." 

A faint voice caught my attention. I whipped around and saw Jimin's parted lips which were covered in blood. His beautiful lips . . . he would never be the same again. 

 "Jinhee . . ."  

His voice came out weaker this time. 

 "Yes?"

I answered in a small voice. 

 "Go . . . save him . . . don't come back . . ." 

Then his head lolled to the side and he became still again. I surged forwards, ignoring all the pain in my arms and legs. 

 "No. Jimin, Jimin. Stay with me. I'll go get help. Everything will be okay. Just stay with me, please." 

I cupped his bloody face and shook him gently. Where were the paramedics? 

 "Jimin!"

I cried out and continued to shake and plea. 

 "Just open your eyes . . . jebal." 

I whimpered but shed no tears. I had no energy to cry. All my tears were dry. Suddenly, the car was hurled to the side. I flew with it and hit my head on the car seat. I shook my head 2, no 3, no 4 . . . 3? My vision kept shifting and I couldn't see clearly. The women came towards me and gingerly lifted me up in her arms. 

 "Please . . . save them first." 

Then, everything went black again. 

~*~

Slowly, I opened my eyes when I felt the warm rays of sun on my skin. I stared up at the ceiling for a while until I realized something was wrong. The room smelt different. It smelt of strawberries. No, that was my maroon hair. I shot up in the bed and looked at the room in bewilderment. This wasn't my room. It was a man's room. I screamed when I saw a body right next to mine. That's when another wave of fear and shock hit me. We were both naked. 

 "AHHHHHHH!" 

I rolled off the bed and pulled the covers down with me. Bad choice. I didn't realize that we were sharing the same blanket. I pulled of the blankets to reveal the also naked boy. 

 "AHHHHHHH!"

I screamed again and slapped a hand over my poor innocent eyes. 

 "Bora?" 

The mint haired boy stood up and walked over to me. 

 "What's wron-" 

 "STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" 

I screamed at him and shuffled back on the floor. He cocked his head to the side and looked at me with a confused face. 

 "Bora . . ." 

 "I'M NOT BORA!" 

I screamed at him again. 

 "Oh my God. Where am I? Who are you? Where the fuck am I? Why are you naked? Oh my God . . ." 

I covered my face and ran out of the room. I ran into the living room and collapsed onto the couch and saw a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Not caring who they belonged to, I quickly pulled them on. I sat on the couch and tried to calm my breathing. What the fuck is going on? I looked up at the TV and screamed when I saw my reflection. A pretty girl with tanned skin, green eyes and maroon hair was staring back at me. 

 "WHAT THE FUCK?!" 

The  boy burst through the door, thankfully clothed this time. 

 "Bora? Is everything okay? You seem different this morning." 

Although he had it together on the outside, I could tell that he was freaking out on the inside. I didn't answer his question and stared at my reflection. 

 "What in the world . . ." 

I lifted my hand and the girl also lifted her hand. I touched my face to make sure that it was real. Soft skin. I looked down at my pink nails, not believing what I was seeing. The boy slowly approached me and sat on the couch. 

 "Um, is something wrong?" 

I started breathing heavily. Yes. Everything is wrong you idiot! I'm not even in my own fucking body! I turned to him. 

 "What . . . what did you do to me?" 

 "What did I . . . . ?" 

 "Who am I?" 

He stared at me. 

 "Okay, Bora. Stop it. It's not funny anymore. You're really scaring me now." 

He laughed nervously. I just stared back at him with a serious face. 

 "I'm sorry, but who are you?" 

He stared at me in disbelief. 

 "I'm your boyfriend, Yoongi." 

I stared at him with a blank face. 

 "You- you really don't know me?"

I shook my head. 

 "Am I supposed to know you?"

His jaw fell. 

 "BORA! STOP IT! IT'S NOT FUNNY ANYMORE! YOU'RE ACTUALLY SCARING ME!" 

Suddenly, he rose from the couch and yelled at me. I didn't even flinch. I was so used to people yelling at me . . .especially when my dad lived with me. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. 

 "I am your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, and you are my beautiful girlfriend Kang Bora." 

Kang Bora? Isn't that the really popular girl who bullies everyone in my highs school?