ATEEZ social experiment

Part 17

I Thought You Were American?

A body pushes against mine. I twist and turn not wanting to wake as I'm fully exhausted.

Soft warm light disrupts me keeping me from returning to sleep. I flip over hitting the body next to me causing it to groan.

My mind slowly begins to wake. I sit up and rub my tired eyes. The peach wallpaper comes into focus. The shear white curtains around the bed flow softly due to the cracked window. Gaudi crown molding and vintage décor covers the suite.

I don't dare move a muscle in fear everything will disappear and just be a dream. My breathing stops as I just stare into this false reality. What is going on.

A hand grabs me causing me to jump.

"Go back to sleep Hana," a soft deep voice comes from the sheets. I look and see Seonghwa with his face resting on the pure white pillow the down sheets pulled up cradling his face perfectly. He's like an angel.

There is no way I can form words. Is this all real.

I flip the covers off me revealing a soft pink sleepwear set that I haven't an idea where it came from. Turning back towards the bed I gently shake the earthly angel.

"Get up now." I demand. I quickly search the room with my eyes and see a boy balled up on the neighboring bed.

Seonghwa gasps once he sits up. I grab his hand and pull him out of the bed. His silk sleepwear matches mine, the color beautifully compliments his skin tone. He brushes back his recently dyed blonde hair and it angelically falls onto his forehead.

I roughly pull the sheets from San startling him. He shoots up kicking his legs. His eyes widen as they explore the strange surroundings.

"Where... Is this real?" he looks to me with desperation and the need for answers.

Before I can answer Seonghwa opens the double doors and gasps drawing both of our attention. I swiftly move to his side and San follows right next to me.

We all gawk at the metal structure that is the center of our view.

"We're..." San attempts to speak so Seonghwa speaks for him.

"We're in Paris..."

My hands slap over my mouth. Tears begin to form in my eyes as I look out onto the real world. Seonghwa puts an arm around me and I lean onto him and let the joyful tears pour down my face.

San runs out onto the balcony, the biggest smile taking over his face. He turns back to us and sounds of happiness come from him.

I run to him and he picks me up in his arms and I wrap myself around him.

"WE'RE FREE!" He shouts for the whole world to hear spinning me around.

"WOOO!" I throw my arms back and yell to the roof tops.

He gently sets me down and we all stand at the cast-iron railing none of our smiles fading one bit.

"I can't believe it," Seonghwa's bright face making me grin harder.

"Neither can I, like we're out and in f**king Paris!" San gleefully adds in.

"My face hurts so bad," I rub my sore cheeks yet continue to smile. I squat onto the ground and cover my mouth as another round of tears begin to form.

The two look to me in concern and sit on either side each draping an arm over me. I lift my soggy face to the clear blue sky.

"We did it, we survived."

Together we sit on that balcony free like birds. We take in the cool breeze as we soak in the warming sun. Never again do we want to go inside.
      "What now?" San breaks the heavenly silence. I lay back onto the concrete stretching my arms out beside me.
     "I don't care anymore," i smile to the clouds. Nothing matters anymore, we aren't captives.
     "But what about our families?" he breaks my peace.
     Seonghwa quickly stands drawing our attention. The look of concern fills his face, the creases form on his cheeks beside his nose and matching ones between his brows.
      "We need to get home," he says to use with authority. I raise my eyes up to him then into our suite.
     "I don't want to go back inside..." i softly speak as a chill runs down my spine. The fear of walking in and being trapped once again.
     My breathing begins to get heavy sweat forms on my forehead as i stair into the room.
     San grabs my hand and makes me look into his eyes.
     "Seonghwa is right. We need to find a way home so this can all end," his deep eyes hold me captive but my body still rejects the idea.
     "Please..." i plead to the younger. He looks away and begins to stand. "Don't leave me alone!" i screech. Tears form in my eyes as my blood begins to burn.
     "Come on," Seonghwa reaches his hand to me, " I promise nothing will happen." i blankly look to his hand all the memories of this happening before come to me. He hasn't broken a promise yet so i take his hand once again.
     "Let's go," I push all my jumbled emotions to the back of my mind. I just need to focus on one thing. We are alive.
   
     The elevator doors open into a massive lobby and foyer. A live pianist sits on a raised platform as people drink cocktails in their formal attire. The chandelier above covers the room in white starlight.
      I look down to my sleep attire i am still in and then scurry closer to the two guys attempting to hide my embarrassment from the people's stares.
      "There," San points to the check in desk and we make a bee line towards it.
      "Wait can any of us speak french?" Seonghwa stops in his steps. I walk past him ignoring his dumb question.
      "It's Europe nearly everyone speaks english," I turn back to him holding my head high.
     "Hello Ma'am how can i assist you," the receptionist smiles to me.
     "Do you know who is renting room 801?" i ask will all the confidence in my body.
     "That's the Sauvestre suite, and the three of you have been staying in it for the past 6 months." My jaw drops at her words the boys look at me in confusion.
     "Did you say six months?" I raise my voice to her in disbelief.
      " Uh yes... You all are very popular here," she winks at us. I slowly turn away and walk towards one of the open sitting chairs.
      "What did you ask her?" San questions.
      "What did she say who brought us here," Seonghwa interrogates. I look up them and let out a long sigh.
      "We have been here for six months." the two pairs of wide eyes burn into me.
      "What?" the older moves closer.
      "That's not possible..." the younger sits back.
      "We have been gone for a year. Six months we've been free. We've been here and we have no memories."

A/N
oooohhhh what's going on what kind of games are being played? Are they truly free or is this just the beginning.
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