Rooms // (seventeen au)

IV

It was quiet in the room when the boy woke up. His brown eyes had shot open and immediately began to analyze the contents of the room. It was small, and crowded. It held too much furniture and too much junk. He could see that the walls were clumpy with dust. The ceiling was beginning to give in, which let in natural light. The floor was chalky with sand. He believed that if it were to be cleaned and if the ceiling were to be repaired, it could truly be a nice room.

The brown eyed boy shifted his sight to the other end of the room where a small table stood. Teacups lay broken on the surface alongside a few plates. He attempted to lift himself up but as soon as he moved a horrendous pain targeted his abdomen.

"Ack!" he shrieked. The awful feeling caused him to fall back. The pain caused his heart to race as fast as a rabbit.

"Oow.." He cried loudly as he began to peel his wet shirt off his body. He hadn't noticed the blood all over his shirt until just then. The sight of it caused his eyes to water with worry. However, he continued to peel it from his skin. The pain it caused was bearable but still very unpleasant. He placed his hand under his shirt and ran it across his stomach. Feeling around; his fingertips ran across something that made him shiver. He closed his eyes and breathed for a few seconds before lifting the rest of his shirt up. He peered at his own belly in horror. On him was a big cut on his stomach, starting from his belly button and going all the way down. The worst part about it was the homemade stitches. They criss-crossed joyfully down his belly. He felt a surge of emotion come over him once the complete realization hit him. This was real. He wasn't home, he was somewhere he had no memory of ever being. He didn't know how he got there, he didn't know what caused the cut. He didn't know anything.

"Hnng." A low groan made its way into the air.

The boy turned his head and looked toward the sound. His eyes widened slightly at the sight of another boy.

"H-Hello?" He called out softly.

The other boy looked up at him from where he lay.

"S-Seokmin?" the boy questioned and pushed himself up to a sitting position.

"Yeah! Are you okay, Shua?" the first boy asked. A reassuring wave of emotion lay over him. He wasn't alone.

"I think so. My nose is a bit bloody tho,, are you okay?"

Seokmin pondered the question for a second before fighting the pain and sitting up very slowly.

"Yeah,, I'm fine."