Korea's seven princes - bts x reader (rewritten version)

One: The hidden reality

"Y/n! Watch out," a distant voice said. Where did it come from? All of sudden my surroundings were getting darker and I started shivering of the increasing cold. It lingered on me and started biting on my hands and feet, making it hard to even stand up. The shadow started flooding me with its corruption and taking a breathe felt heavier with every inhalation. It held me hostage and I couldn't escape. 

With an exhausting attempt, I finally woke up. My t-shirt had dark circles around my neck and under my armpits. Even though, I couldn't stop shivering. My heart was beating so fast I could hear it wanting to just break free from my body. I used my arms as support to sit up against the bed wall and tried to take deep breaths. 

My father always told me to take three deep breaths if I was scared, cause the only thing greater than fear is fear itself. He would always repeat that to me. I've had the same nightmare for one week now, even today on my birthday I cannot seem to run away from it. It is haunting me for every hour in the silence that passes and I just can't stop thinking about that shadow. The shadow acts like it is alive, almost as if it was some sort of predator and I was just their prey.

A loud bang on my door interrupted my thoughts. "Who is it?" I said as I yawned. "It's just your servant, your mother wants to see you for breakfast. She said it was important business," they replied. Just one of my many servants. I heard him walking away and I got up from my bed and went to my closet. 

I chose a marine blue colored knee-long dress that had a black ribbon around the neck and a black belt. I brushed my hair and also put on a plain diadem that matched my dress. After fixing myself I proceeded to the dining hall. 

In the big dining hall was my mother sitting at the short end of the large brown wooden table. Different types of food and elegant platings were in front of her and she was just sipping some homemade orange juice while the servants were acting like her slaves. She stared at me right in the eye as I sat down in the chair at the other short side. 

"What important news do you have to tell me this time after not seeing me for weeks?" I coldly asked as the servants were pouring me tea. She gave me a stone-cold glare and chuckled. That glare that could kill thousands of people at sight. "How dare you speak to me like that?!" she raised her voice. I sighed and took a piece of bread. "Sorry, Madame,". Mother's glare disappeared and she started eating some grapes. "You see, it's time you start taking some responsibility. You're turning eighteen today and you're still only studying and reading your books. I won't be here for much longer so who else will take care of this house and our international business? You know, if father saw you right now and how your behavior is towards me and our servants he would be so disappointed. I'm utterly astonished at how bad of a person you've become," she ended with a sigh. 

I've had enough. Every day I would wait to hear a word from my mother, anything. But as the days keep on going by I realized that she wouldn't even care to take a look at me even if it would be just for a few minutes. The only time she would emit anything to me would be when she had to scold me, almost like I was used for her aggression. 

I quickly stood up from my chair, which fell to the floor due to the sudden impact and looked at my mother. "My father wouldn't be disappointed with me. He loved me for I was and who I am. Something you would never do for me," I said sternly and then quickly left the room. 

I ran down the corridor and up the stairs, on my way to my room, but I had to stop. There were voices calling for me. It was agonizing to listen to, they sounded like they were in pain. It was just like my nightmares. I looked around, behind me, in front of me, to the left of me and then to the right and that was when I saw it. A painting had turned into a spiral that was continually going around and around. It was almost hypnotizing watching it. I was taking steps towards it, but it almost felt as if I didn't even have a choice. The painting was dragging me in, pulling on me and I couldn't help it. The painting engulfed me and I was falling,

from the sky?