Taehyung woke to a coppery tang in the air.
Apparently he was sitting on a big fluffy bed with cherry checkered sheets. There was a small counter in the opposite corner of the room, with a small microwave oven and a couple of mugs and wineglasses on it. Built in underneath was a mini fridge, like the kinds in hotels that they fill with chocolate and soda and charge you ten bucks per piece. Sunlight streamed in from the window next to his bed, forming patches in a flower shape on the parquet floor.
Taehyung blinked at his unfamiliar surroundings.
Where was he?
The last he remembered, he was going home from dance practice. He decided to take the shortcut and walk through that creepy dark alley, but who cares because it was way faster and he was tired and sore. Plus it was already 11.45 pm.
Then he was walking, and walking, and suddenly he was whacked on the back of his head.
Pain.
And then darkness.
Followed by the strange room with the fluffy bed and metallic smell.
So. He was knocked out. The back of his head started to ache again.
"Ah hell," Taehyung groaned, forcing his uncooperative body out of the comfy bed. The moment his bare feet touched the floor and the sheets slipped off his body, a curse slipped from his mouth.
Why the hell was it freezing? He had half the mind to hop back into bed. But he was a bit apprehensive of this place; he was only brought here after getting knocked out. The faster he got home, the safer.
After hopping around the room for a bit, Taehyung found his well-loved Skechers (all the better to bounce around in!) placed neatly by a wardrobe, which after opening, he discovered contained several sets of plain black cotton t-shirts and pants, clean unmentionables and two heavy bathrobes. He immediately grabbed one of them and put it on; at least the thick material provided some insulation. He also picked up one of the wine glasses in case he needed to smash any evil people along the way.
Now much warmer and weapon in hand, Taehyung sneaked out of the room. He had a feeling he shouldn't be out here, but if he stayed on who knew what they would do to him. Reaching into his right trouser pocket, he was relieved that his phone was still there, a little warm from being slept on. He pulled it out and turned it on, but the digital screen of the iPhone 6 remained dead to the world. Dammit.
He continued down the empty hallway. There was nothing much except for doors, doors, and more doors. He was about to turn left when another human being popped up from around the corner. The first thing Taehyung noticed was the man's nice pink hair. He was tall, with a rather broad and tanned face, an upturned nose, tiny eyes and poofy lips. He was dressed in the same black cotton apparel that Taehyung had found earlier in the wardrobe, with a pair of bright red Converse highs.
"Looks like I didn't have to travel that far. Hello newbie," the man said in a deep voice, raising his eyebrows at the sight of the bathrobe and the wineglass in Taehyung's raised arm, poised to attack.
"Who are you? Why am I here? Where is this place? Do you have food?" Taehyung immediately spat out, acknowledging his rumbling stomach.
"One at a time, mate. You'll get food soon enough, but I think you need a shower first."
"One at a time? You hardly answered any of my questions!"
"It's not my place to tell you so much. Let's go."
"It's not your place to at least tell me your name?!"
"Fine. Kim Namjoon. Don't forget the hyung. Now let's get moving before the auspicious hour's over."
