The heart never forgets. It's just that... sometimes there has to be sad endings for the spark of better beginnings.
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~Sequel to Let Us Be Us~
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START DATE: 28.02.109
And something sweet at the same time, like pancakes?
Involuntarily I shift my body on the surface I'm laying in.
- Ahh... -I groan squeezing my closed eyes tighter. My head hurts so much... I feel numb too, as if I have been sleeping forever.
What happened to me?
My eyelids slowly flutter.
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At first it feels normal, a regular pretty bedroom.
But then my brain cells shoot.
- Where the hell... -I sit straight on the bed, pushing the soft covers over me aside and scanning the room with my wide open eyes.
My heart starts beating fast as I realize that I have no idea where this place is. When and how did I get here?!
- Fuck... -I must have passed out last night while drinking.
I don't even remember how it happened! I only remember the part where I was swallowing bottle after bottle of soju and laughing at the same lame joke that Chul-soo made last week. After that it's black out. My brain is still numb, with the shock of waking up somewhere unfamiliar, it's hard for me to gather information about what the hell I have been up to with a drunk mind.
A sudden fear washes me over; I immediately stare down at my clothes.
Everything is in place.
Whew... This could have been worser than it is now.
- Aiiiiish! -I scratch my hair in frustration and curse at myself from inside.
What is this place?
Who brought me here?
Maybe someone found me passed out and brought me over with pure intentions? Or maybe they kidnapped me?!
Insecurity and fear of the unknown eating me up from inside, I run my eyes over the place, still not finding the courage to stand up and face the house owner. The place looks decent though... A regular bedroom...
There are little plants in the wooden shelves on the wall, there is a medium-size wardrobe, Christmas lights hanging from the ceiling, pile of books, a lot of cables, electronic devices... A recorder? Oh wow, this resembles a real musician instrument, it's a professional voice recording device. The ones we used when making music with my BTS members.
And then there is a very soothing, a very familiar smell in the room...
I almost forget my worries about where I am and calm down. I slowly make it out of the bed and walk around the room, roaming around and taking a look at the stuff out of curiosity.
