Last Girl Alive | Bangtan

102: Youniverse

Sound.

It was a sound that woke you. The sound of absolute silence. And then a soft thud somewhere above you. You feel woozy like you'd just woken up from a hangover, yet you can't open your eyes. Everything is dark and so silent, not even your heart beats. Are you even alive? Have you gone blind? What is happening?

Slowly, ever so slowly, you prop an eyelid. Then the other. Gradually you flutter open your eyes, feeling the weight of them force back down onto your eyes. Opening your eyes had never felt like such a hard task before but as your body began to kick back into life you were more persistent to do. What was this thick material pressing against your body, what was the hardness behind your head? What was in front of you, behind you, above you, under you, beside you? Where were you?

None of the questions would be answered if you kept your eyes closed.

With extreme effort you force them open again. They blur in front of you and you exhale deeply, hearing the gush sound of air through a pipe. Like you were underwater breathing through a scuba mask. You wait, blinking gently as your vision slowly looms into place. A glass screen of thick fiber envelopes your vision, giving you a filter to look through. You make out large shapes, sort of dark and undetermined, blocking your vision of the grayish hexagonal interior. You were ...

you were in a spaceship.

In space.

That is when your heart contracts wildly, beating the blood and life into your soul. You inhale sharply, eyes focusing more clearly and brain working furiously to connect the dots. You'd been in the cockpit, you'd felt that intense rumbling and then ... you'd fainted. Everything had just shut out and now-

A piercing pain attacks your head and you let out a noise of hurt. A large migraine, fiercer than any you'd ever experienced before, clamps your brain as all the liquids rush to your head. You suddenly feel dizzy again, and your vision vibrates. You try to move but you can't feel your body. You can't even locate your own arms. All that exists is that throbbing headache.

Hissing through it, you look down, the curved glass serving your vision following your eyes. You realize the thing pressing strongly against your stomach is a seatbelt. Slowly, ever so slowly and taking your time you find your fingers, moving them numbly to the seatbelt. But as you fumble over the flap, more-so caressing it, a large thump distracts you. That same noise you'd heard seconds ago.

You look up unhurriedly, curious as to what that noise was. Your veins go cold. You breathe in sharply again and grip onto your seat. The quick fear kicks your nervous system into control awakening your body and you bury yourself into the seat. Unblinking you stare, mouth dropping open at the sight of a body attached to the ceiling. A person, cloaked entirely in the white uniform of an astronaut bangs himself into the hexagonal ceiling again and when you look closer you realize that's not just anybody. No.

That's Park Jimin.

You flash down to look at yourself. Your eyes widen with horror as you realize your butt is not pressing against the seat. No, your entire body is weightless, moving, shifting and restless. You were-

floating.

That jerks an immediate action from your body. Your hands quirk and you kick into your seatbelt. No matter how many times you blink you are still hovering, like a ghost, like a spirit. Your eyes whirl back to the man plastered across your ceiling.

He senses the movement below him. You see a helmet turn over a shoulder and then the little perk upwards of the fingers as he notices you. You watch, heart pounding, as the man literally swims through the air to reach you. You dig yourself deeper into your seat. You were dreaming right? Or you were dead and now seeing things ...?