Trepidation

Mirth

*Your pov*

"Ssshhhh!"

"I think her eyes fluttered"

"Stop imagining shit, she's out of it"

"I'm telling you, I know what I saw-"

A low whine passed your lips unintended, but oh boy your body hurt. Your body hurt bad. 

As your brain sluggishly attempted to reboot itself, the painless blanket of peacefulness that previously protected you felt like it was being meanly tugged away. No amount of grabbing corners could overcome the relentless tugging that was consciousness.

"I told you"

Pause

Pause

"whatever"

Smug. Smugness. The voice is smug,  my brain registered-but why?

I could hear shuffling and and a chair scraping on the floor, I winced and attempted to muffle the sound by burying my head deeper into whatever cocoon my head was currently smothered in.

"I thought I told you all to keep the noise down"

"Sorry Hyung"

Having enough of the stuffy heat, I groggily peeled back my eyelids and was met with six startlingly handsome boys. No. Scrap that-stunning boys.

Then it struck me. All at once memories of that came rushing back, and I shuffled as far away from the strangers as I could. That was, untill the loss of surface and the addition of gravity sent me flopping painfully to the floor, screeching like a startled banshee.

"Ooof"

The nearest boys mouth quirked up in  barely contained mirth, whilst the other five boys made no attempt to hide their laughter, as one doubled over clutching his stomach, another wiped tears of amusement from the corners if his eyes and the others held each other up for balance.

From my place on the floor, I stared indignantly up at them, rubbing my sore bottom as I did.

"I'm sorry" The one nearest to me gasped out "It's just your face- oh!"

He was off again, laughing heartily and whacking his thigh with his hand, his head bobbing in time.

"Here" another said approaching me tentatively. I paused, studying the hand, as if deciding whether or not tentacles would spring out of it and attack me. "Its just a hand" he said, "Its not a poison laced goblet"

Blushing furiously to the echoing snickers bouncing around the room, I accepted his hand, marveling at it's baby softness. This dudes either never had to face the elements, or he's got the best dermatologist known to man. I curled my fingers securely around his and allowed myself to be gently jolted upwards.

I stumbled slightly at the loss of support once he removed his hand from mine and he hurriedly grabbed my waist to stop me hitting the floor once more.

Upon feeling the strangers smooth hands at the sensitive skin by my hips, I was thrown arse first into an onslaught of my last memories.

I was walking back, quickly for fear of being caught in the downpour that was waiting to happen. A door swung open and closed somewhere to the left, and the sounds of beer glasses chipping and laughter filtered through. Glancing inside, I could see a pool table hosting a game being played by two guys. One looked to be losing as the other clapped him on the shoulder as if to comfort his loss.

Unconsciously,  I slowed my pace as if trying to remain in the pubs bubble of light a moment longer.
Sighing, I hoisted my bag further up my shoulder and continued walking, shivering slightly at the evening airs cool bite.

I had left the pub behind now, and was advancing towards an alleyway - my shortcut home. I had been warned countless times against walking down alleyways alone, but my excuse always remained the same. I'm 5"7, long blonde hair always knotted and scrunched atop my head in a bun, skinny jeans and oversized jumpers always my outfit of choice. Nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary. So why would anyone want to look twice at me?

Too preoccupied with thoughts about the weather,  I hadn't noticed my trainer laces coming undone. That was, until I tripped.  And obviously my hands where shoved deep into my pockets for warmth and I was unable to free them in time to prevent nose diving. 

Luckily my nose was so cold I didn't feel much,  probably for the best,  however I did feel tears prick my eyes and make their way down my cheeks.

I brushed them away with a gloved hand and-

Blink.

Blink. Blink.

"Hey!"

"We're sorry,  we didn't mean to-"

"I swear I'm sorry I laughed at you it's just-"

"Get up"

I was back on the floor, one of the men still had his hand outstretched towards me but as I watched it was withdrawn and placed into his pocket.

This time there was no helping hand. No support.  Just a wary glance in my direction.

Down.

They were all looking down.

Down on me.

I followed their gazes and pulled my legs towards my chest,  hugging them close for comfort.  My hair fell over my face and for once,  I was glad and thankful at the length of my dirty blond hair. Glad it covered my face,  my embarrassment,  but most of all,  I was glad it covered my bare chest.  

Badumtsh! What do you all think? Sorry for the massive wait guys...  Did you hear about the mini car accident BUS where involved in?