???: Y/n...
Y/N: Oppa?
Y/N: Where are you?
???: Can you hear me? Can you?
Y/N: Yes, yes I can
???: Y/n help me, please it burns...
Y/N: It burns? Where?
???: Everywhere, please help me
Y/N: I...I can't, I'm sorry.
???: Why not?
Y/N: I can't tell if it's real. I'm sorry...
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Setting:
Y/N's POV:
I blink my eyes a few times as I wake up.
Jimin: Well well well, If it isn't Miss Topic of the Hour.
- He says sitting on the floor with a cup the gave off the smell of coffee.
It took me about five seconds to realize where I was.
I'm in my condo
My 4.5 Million dollar condo, I just had my bedroom re-modeled, that's why I didn't recognize it at first glance.
- I look back down at Jimin who now has his phone in his hand, waving it at me slowly, almost as if he's weak.
Jimin: It's 3:16 Ma'am.
Y/N: Which M?
- I say shocked at the way my voice sounded.
Jimin: AM
- He says as he starts standing up from his sitting position.
Why am I so stiff all of the sudden?
Why does my voice sound like this?
Come to think of it, why is Jimin wearing different clothes, and why is there a bowl of water with towels next to me?
Why is there folded clothes near me and......hold on....
Did he just call me Miss Topic of the Hour.
Y/N: Why Miss Topic of the Hour.
- I say as I carefully stretch out my joints.
Jimin: Well...
- He says as he starts walking towards me, taking a sip of his coffee.
Jimin: Everyone is talking about you.
- He says as he pulls my bed sheets from me so I can move around better.
Y/N: Why?
- I say yawning this time.
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