Make You Mine This Time [Michaeng]

Chapter Two: Not A Dream

Chaeyoung's POV

~Ring~ ~Ring~ ~Ring~

I wake up because of the sudden noise. I let my eyes follow the sound, to be met with my old alarm clock ringing away.

What the hell? I thought I put that in the closet.

I get out of bed, still half asleep, and eyes barely open to turn off the clock that's placed on my dresser.

I let out a yawn as I make my way to the bathroom. I go to the sink and turn the tap for warm water to wash my face. As I'm about to squeeze the cleanser into my hands, I look up to the mirror.

*Clank*

The cleanser falls to the floor and I stare at the mirror in shock.

My hair isn't blonde like it was when I went to sleep last night.

It's black.

Just like it was in high school.

My breath becomes rapid as I look down to my arms and see that my tattoos are no longer there.

Wait. This isn't my apartment bathroom..

I run out of the bathroom, back to the bedroom.

My breathing is becoming shallow at this point as I run down the stairs, looking around the kitchen, and into the living room.

Holy shit. This is my grandma's house.

I run back up to the bedroom to find my phone. With shaky hands, I find Sana unnie's contact and press call.

"Hello?" I hear her voice come through.

"Unnie! Unnie you need to get over here right now! I'm at my grandma's house. Please hurry!" I tell her frantically, almost screaming into the phone.

"Chaeng, what's wrong? Are you oka-" I end the call, feeling light headed.

I lay myself on the bed and close my eyes.

Maybe I'll wake up from this insane dream.

20 minutes later..

"Chaeng? Chaeng, wake up."

I groan as open my eyes, I shoot upright and let out a scream at the sight before me.

"Woah, it's just me! Calm down!" Sana unnie waves her hands back and forth.

Her hair isn't blonde anymore like it was yesterday either..

It's brown.. Just like it was in high school...

I start breathing heavily, not knowing what the hell was going on.

I thought this was a dream.

"Hey, it's okay. Everything's okay. Just breath." She sits beside me and rubs my back.

I take a few deep breaths and try to speak.

"Why I at my grandma's house? Why do we look like how we did in high school? What the hell is going on unnie?" I ask, trying to remain calm.

She just looks at me worriedly.

"Did you hit your head or something?" She asks.

"What? No. Look when I went to sleep last night, I was home in my apartment, looking like my normal 23 year old self. And this morning I wake up in my grandma's house, looking like I'm in high school again." I speak fast, trying not to freak out again.