Bangtan's Babydoll

Chapter 1

   My head is pounding; people talking, steady beeping, the scent of heavy-duty cleaner-

Hospital.

My ears twitch at the myriad of sounds. All this stimuli is going to make me maul a nurse. I-

Actually, you know, I hope the staff are nice...

   I attempt to open my eyes, but the bright ass white light above me says otherwise. When I try to sit up a nearby attendant stops me. "Ah- um, sir please, wait a minute, please. It's not safe for you to do that on your own just yet." Her English is inflected in a familiar way. Not Indian, maybe Mandarin?

   She checks my vitals and uses a remote to have the bed sit me up. I look around some more & internally groan.

   It's soooo bland. Fuck, just plain white walls, a few chairs, a couch, a tv, a wall-length window, the machines, BORING! Like shit?! Could a nigga have a painting?! A plant?! Hell, it don't even have to be real!

At least there's a nice view. Clear skyline, the gorgeous blend of orange and red hues fading into the horizon, telling me Mother Moon is soon to arrive although it feels as though I just left her.

   I turn my attention to the glass door, I find a man, a rather cute man to be exact, pressed against it. He looks as if he could be my age or maybe a few years older. Our eyes meet & he smiles.

HE HAS BUNNY TEETH LIKE ME! Bucked toothed bitch, I-Staaap siirrr I just woke up iss too early to be a fazjot~
I feel my cheeks warm a little & smile back. He turns & talks to someone I can't see; I try to follow his gaze but my headache only worsens.

I tell the nurse & she turns on a drip to help with the pain. "Just give it a few minutes, " she says. I swear her accent is familiar- it can't be Vietnamese ... even then I don't know Vietnamese so I'd be stuck with context clues again.

I nod murmuring a quick 'thank you'.

That guy... He looks familiar. I pull my gaze from the door as he leaves & I turn my attention back onto the nurse, "Why am I here?"

She lowers her clipboard, almost dejected.
I can't understand the characters she's written with but I can narrow it down to Japanese, Korean, or Chinese.

She gives me a pained look & clears her throat, "You, you were force-shifted."

My eyebrows furrow, how in the fuck..."I-i thought that wasn't possible."

"It shouldn't be," she mutters.

   I nod. She seems nice, I think I can trust her. "Umm... Miss, where am I exactly?... Ah- if I'm allowed to know that is-," I ask, knowing I could potentially be starved or worse for the question alone.

She gives me an understanding look. "It's ok. No one will hurt you here," her small smile falters, "just promise you will not scream too loud."

I nod, curious about how far I am from America. She takes a lets out sigh, "Seoul, South Korea."

My eyes are probably the size of basketballs. "SEOUL!? How the hell, when the hell, what the hell?"