How Did I End Up Here (BTS)

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Chapter Sixteen

*Lizzie's POV*

I had woken up a few times in the night due to nightmares. It was always the same. 

Running down the stairs. 

Sungjoo dying. 

Shooting. 

Pain. 

I couldn't shake the feeling, couldn't get it out of my head. 

The morning hadn't been much better, what with the morning sickness starting. I felt awful, just sitting on the bathroom floor for a while. After a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and rinsed my mouth, brushing away the taste. Ew. I hadn't been physically sick since I was 12, and I would have preferred to have kept it that way. 

Opening the door and returning to my room, I saw Matty was still passed out. Might as well leave him. I'm hungry, but would they mind me making something?

What I really want is a bacon sandwich. Mmmm. Bacon. 

Walking through the dorm, no one was around. Figures, it was only like, 7 hours since we went to sleep. Yes, I'm awake at 8am, on a sunday. 

I think it's sunday. I'm not exactly sure.

I hope Jin won't mind me using his kitchen, I'll clean up I swear.

Hmmm, well there's bread. But no bacon. But there's cheese. Come to think of it, I really want a cheese toastie. I toasted the bread a little, before thinly slicing some cheese and placing it between the two slices. Then, pan fried it. It smelt like perfection. I had already run some water, so I left the pan to soak. 

"Something smelled so good it woke me up," a voice said from behind me, making me jump. 

"Oh, morning," I smiled at Namjoon. 

"Cheese toastie?" 

"Yup, want one?" 

"Sure," he replied, sitting at the table. 

"You might as well have that one, I've only just made it," I said, drying off the pan. 

"Oh my god this is so good!" He said, face full of cheese toastie. 

"What's good?" V said in korean, rubbing his eyes. I had started to pick it up already, from the brief lesson yesterday with Namjoon. "What smells so good?" 

"Want one?" I asked, putting the newly made toastie onto a plate. 

"Yes pleeeease," he fluttered his eyelashes. 

"Here," I laughed, handing him the plate. "Next one's mine." I said to myself, singing to myself. 

"Bang bang into the rooooom," I sang flipping over the toastie, then putting it on a plate. Turning round, Namjoon's and V's faces were all scrunched up. 

"What?" I said taking a seat. 

"Maybe you shouldn't sing. I mean, you sound better when you don't, maybe," V said. 

"Are you saying I can't sing?" I said with a straight face, pretending to look hurt.

"No, no that's not what he meant," Namjoon stuttered, "He just meant, save your voice."

"Yeah, I meant that, whatever he said just then," V replied, as Namjoon told me in English. 

I straight faced them, and looked away pretending to cry. 

"You're saying I can't sing," I cried. 

"Please don't cry, no we're sorry, you're an amazing singer!" V said.