I felt a light on my eyes and I slowly opened them, letting my eyes adjust to the light.
Y/n: Ow.....
I groaned as I felt a pain on my head and placed my hand on it, there was some blood dripping down the side, not much though. When I sat up, I looked around the room. 'This isn't my room? Where am I?' I thought to myself. It was completely different. Almost everything was black. The walls, bed sheets, curtains, closet doors. I got up and walked to the window to look out only to be met with just a bunch of trees and bars on the windows.
Y/n: What the...where am I?!
I turned around as I suddenly heard the door unlock. Who walked through the door, I never expected.
Y/n: Minho?
Minho: Hello, I see you're awake.
He walked through the door with a tray and closed the door behind him and it locked from the outside. 'I guess he's not alone.' I thought to myself.
Y/n: Where am I?
Minho: Please, sit and eat.
He sat the tray on the small table. I wasn't going to do anything until I got some answers.
Y/n: Where am I, Minho?
My voice was more stern this time. He sighed and leaned on the chair across from the one he sat the tray in front of.
Minho: I can't tell you.
Y/n: Why?
Minho: Because I can't. So just sit down and eat your food, please.
Y/n: I'm not doing anything until you tell me something.
I stood in my place, determined to get some answers from him, but he looked down and let out a sigh before looking back up at me.
Minho: Y/n, I'm trying to be nice to you. So sit down and eat the damn food.
He sounded more serious. As if he was trying to keep from doing something. I thought that maybe if I did what he said, he might let me go. I walked over to the table and sat down. I looked at the plate in front of me. It had eggs, bacon, and some toasted with butter and jelly on the side. I looked up at him and he sat down in front of me.
Y/n: If I eat, can I have some answers?
Minho: Maybe. It depends on what you ask.
He said calmly as he looked at me. I looked back at the food. I decided to go for it, and I have to admit, I was starving. I finished eating and I moved the tray away and leaned back in my chair.
Y/n: Why am I here?
Minho: The only thing I can tell you is to behave. If you do what we say, you'll be fine.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
Y/n: What do you mean by we? Who else is with you?
He stayed emotionless as he looked at me. "Who else could possibly be in on this too?" I thought to myself. Just as I asked those questions, the door opened, revealing the person I least expected.
???: Hello, Y/n.
Y/n: Natalie?
Nat: Yes, that's me.
She walked towards us and leaned on the table.
Nat: Minho, Care to give us a minute?
I looked at him and just got up and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
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You Don't Understand Me
FanfictionYou're Hwang Y/n, and you're 18 years old. You're a senior in highschool and you couldn't be happier. Its not that you hate school, just the people in it...Well more like one specific person you hate.