Seven Wings

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"Novalee. Wake up," a voice rumbles.

Alayna must be waking me up for work. I wonder what she made for breakfast. 

"Alayna, I had the weirdest dream last night. Somehow the k-pop gro-" I open my eyes to see a stone-faced V staring at me. He was sitting in the seat next to me, his arm stretched out across the back and his other hand twisting a ring on his thumb. Jhope was gone and so was the driver. I look out the window and see a massive building and airplane towers behind it. We must be at the airport Jhope was talking about earlier. Cars came and went by the SUV and people that looked like photographers stood outside waiting at the airport's main doors. 

"It's not a dream..." I sigh and look at V. A tiny smirk lifts his lips. I bet he would be so handsome if he smiled wide. 

"You and I both wish it was a dream," he speaks in Korean and reaches behind him to the back of the car and pulls out a stack of clothes. All I could think about was the wings he showed at the hospital. How does he hide them? What exactly is he? 

"Are you an angel?" The question spews from my mouth. V coughs and a soft chuckle fills the slient car. 

"No. I am far from an angel." I could only nod my head, I had no idea what to say to that...

"Are you a demo-"

"No. Im not a demon either," his eyes filled with laughter. Quickly that light dissapered and the small smile on his face fell. Clearing his throat he says, "Here, change into these. From now on speak Korean. Trust me you can," he adds when he see me about to protest I cant. 

He reaches into his tan coat and pulls out envolpe. "This holds your documents you will need and some things you need to remember about altered identity now. Once your dressed. You will walk behind us with the guards and act like you arent surprized by the flashing lights."

"Can I act like my life is completely in shatters and im bearly hanging in there?" I say and take the clothes. 

"Im sorry this has happened to you...but I couldn't let you die trying to save my life."

He runs his hand through his dark hair, pulling off the band that was in it. Quickly he opens the car door and gets out. My eyes follow him as he slides into the SUV in front of me. 

I guess he did save  my life. I clearly remember the bus falling and crushing me. Pain runs through my body in a dull ache as if to remind me. I would have really died if he wouldn't have done whatever he did to save me. Even though they say something is different about me now and im scared and clueless, its better than being dead. 

At least can see my family again. 

The clothes he gave me consisted of a small royal blue dress and a white trench coat paired with a pair of nude heels. I look at the windows wondering if anyone can see me but then I remembered they would have tinted windows. 

Sliding out of my ruined clothes I look at my body. For getting crushed by a bus I should at least have a bruise but my skin was perfect. In fact it was the greatest I have ever seen it, it was practically flawless. 

I get dressed in the new clothes that surprizgly fit me perfect and use the rearview mirror to fix my hair. I felt something hard in the coats pocket as I was sliding the envelope into it. I pull out a pair of sunglasses and sigh with relief. Its easier to hide behind glasses. I slide them on and push my old clothes into the back. 

I look at them with a hollow feeling. Those were the last of the things that were tied to me when things seemed normal. I would probably never see them again. Once I stepped out of the car, that was it. There was no turning back. 

Closing my eyes I step out of the SUV.  I hear the sounds of the other SUV doors opening  and see the guards surround the members. I see V look my way then quickly look away and start to walk toward the airport with the other members. I hurry and follow behind them, fitting in the best I could to just look like staff as flashes popped off from the many cameras and cheers. I was thankful for the sunglasses I wore. The bright lights were sending sharp pain through my head that would be worse if I didn't wear them. It wasn't just the light either that seemed to be bothering me but the noise also. Young girls yells were deafing alongside already loud airport noise. 

We walked for what felt like hours, each step becoming harder for me to focus through the pounding  in my head. Finally the airbridge came into view and we boarded. Some of the guards stayed behind and thats when I noticed they were American. They were probably hired here in America and didn't travel with us to Seoul. We all get shuffled to first class all in silence except for a talking manager and a few of the members laughing and joking. V I noticed seemed off and quiet, Namjoon seemed tight and quickly shooed the manager off to her section of the plain with a curtain, along with the two guards. 

The manager looked at me like I was crazy. "Come on girl, you ride up here with us," she said and tried to push me along with her. I didn't know what to say, I looked back at V who quickly said, "Actually she will ride with us. She mentioned earlier she had questions. It would be a great time to answer them now." He flashed her a charming smile. 

The manager laughed and playfully patted me on my back. " Okay. See you all at the next stop," she smiled and step behind the curtain. 

It was the worst moment of my life, besides getting crushed by a bus and finding out I'm different now, to be standing in front of seven men who weren't even men.  They all looked at me and sat down in there seats and began to buckle. 

"Novalee. Here come sit. We are about to take off," Jhope said softly and smiled at me. I internally sigh that it was him and not Namjoon who seemed to be stiff about my presence. I sit down and began to buckle my seat belt. Resting my head back I close my eyes and try not to think about my headache or where I am. 

"Why do you still have your glasses on?" One of the members ask. He had soft pink hair and full lips. His voice was so smooth and cute it was something that i would have loved to hear all day if it weren't for my head hurting. 

"My head hurts and light makes it worse," I simply say. All seven of the sighed and looked up. It seemed as if they forgot something and just figured it out. "What?" I ask. 

Another one the members with thick hair like V and looked younger than the rest said, "We forgot that your going to be sensitive for awhile. All five of your sense are heightening and becoming stronger. You are not used to it so your going to have a headache for awhile." 

That didn't sound promising at all. I groan and lay  my head back.

"Normal medideince wont work on you anymore. Im sorry there is nothing I can give you," Jhope says to me. I groan some more. This is just great. 

"Is there anything that will work?" I mumble. My head was a such a terrible state that even talking seemed to be hard. 

"Alcohol," Namjoon reaches his hand out to give me one of those many vodka bottles that planes have. I reach out and take it, quickly popping it open and downing the contents in seconds. 

They all looked at me for what felt like minuets before one member with brown hair and perfect features started  to laugh. 

I just closed my eyes and tuned the world out.