Echo

04

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"Hoseok go get a glass of water from the kitchen." " Why do I have to do it?" "Just do it, wait she's waking up!" I blink slowly trying to regain my consciousness. I'm met with the sound of voices all around me but I can't understand anything they're saying. I open my eyes slowly and am surrounded by people. Wait? Are these the same boys from the video and the concert. "I must be dreaming." I mumble and close my eyes and reopen them only to realize I'm still in the same place.

I sit up quickly almost falling of the couch in the process. I scramble to the other side of the couch away from them. I pull my legs towards my chest and stare at them in pure shock. "You're the boys from the video..." I mumble mainly to myself. " Hi I'm Namjoon and you are?" He says walking closer and extending a glass of water towards me. I push the glass away not really sure if I'm awake yet. "She doesn't seem to be much of a talker." Yoongi says while crossing his arms over his chest. He makes his way to my side of the couch sitting in front of me. "Well maybe she has amnesia, I mean she did fall pretty hard?" Namjoon says they all nod their heads in agreement. "I can't understand what you're saying." "Oh? You don't speak Korean ah- well I'm Namjoon. What's your name?" He sets the glass of water on the table behind him. "Umm...I'm Echo and I don't really understand or remember how I got here?" I say looking at each one of them before focusing back on Namjoon.

"Well I kinda dropped my mic on you because you scared me, then you fell and hit your head pretty hard on the arm of a seat at the venue." His eyes scan my face probably looking for any sign of damage. "Are you okay?" He says his voice laced with genuine concern. I nod my head "Yea I'm fine, I think? I should probably go though." I move to get off the couch but am immediately stopped. "I would let you go but no form of transportation runs this late at night and none of us can drive a car." He says motioning towards all of them. They're all staring directly at me and it's making me feel very awkward. "So I guess you're stuck here." He says taking a step back picking up a blanket and a pillow placing them on the couch.

"Guys I think you should back off a little she seems a little scared and confused." They all disperse going in different directions with nods mumbling what is probably good nights.

"There is a bathroom around the corner if you need to use it." He says whilst pointing towards the hallway. That's when it hits me I'm missing something. "My backpack! Where is my backpack!" I make my way around the couch searching for my bag when I see it open the contents scattered across the floor. " Oh yeah sorry about that...Kook thought it would be a good idea to search your bag for bombs or weapons but all he found was some clothes and a stack of cash. Why are you carrying clothes and so much money?" He says his eyebrows knitting in confusion. I pick up the remains of my things and shove them back into the bag. " um... I think I'll go change now! Excuse me." I make my way towards the bathroom. He says something but it's drowned out as I close the door to the bathroom. The bathroom is very large to be a hallway bathroom. "Where am I?" I mumble looking at all the fancy decorations in the bathroom.

I stare at myself in the mirror turning on the faucet and rinsing my face with cold water. I dry my hands and face on one of the towels from the rack leaving it beside the sink. I change into my dads shirt. The shirt swallows me whole coming down to my knees the sleeves covering my hands. "It smells just like I remember..." I say nostalgia clouding my thoughts. A sad smile makes its way onto my face this shirt reminding me of the very first time my dad took me fishing. I sigh and open the door hitting Namjoon in the side in the process.

"Ah- fuck that hurt!" He grabs his side and I begin to apologize profusely. "It's okay, I'm fine." He says "I just wanted to make sure you were okay in there." "What?" I say whilst reaching up to run my necklace between my fingers thoughts of my dad still in my head. "Nothing. Um... the pillow and blanket are on the couch and that glass of water is still on the table. I'm gonna go up to my room and go to bed if you need me um... call my name." We both walk back towards the living room him continuing up the stairs, me settling on the couch. I rest my head on the arm of the couch bringing my knees to my chest.

I pull the sleeves of the shirt over my hands immediately feeling emotional. A single tear rolls down my cheek as I think about how much I really miss my dad. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my sobs and after a while I drift off to sleep.