A Faraway Land | BTS Park Jimin | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈

Chapter 4: Door 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves."

- William Shakespeare

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Y/N's POV:

Again and again, I feel a throbbing pain on my head and chest, as I lay down on the hard floor.

Nothing registers in my mind, as I lay down still, closing my eyes, refusing to move a single inch.

You know that gut wrenching feeling that something will go wrong? Yeah, well for some reason, I feel it, in this very moment in time, and I do not like it.

But I hear a screeching noise, it's soft, but wow, does it disturb me. I immediately jump up, forgetting my laziness and tiredness that I felt just a moment ago, and I looked up to see a man.

He looks like, if a wannabe 50 year old thought, hey let's try being a K-pop idol and dye my beard blue.

Oh yeah my guy, hah such a great, amazing, spectacular idea. You look great, gee. Victoria's Secret, Chanel, Louis Vuitton and Gucci would LOVE to have you as their top model.

...no.

"Why were you on the ground?" He asks, with a husky voice. Did this guy just wake up or what? Or has he just limited his speaking to Hello and Bye for the past 10 years?

His overpowering, wannabe K-pop idol figure looms over me, as I go ahead and step back a bit to answer.

"Oh, I think I just fell off the bed and didn't wake till' you came in," I say, trying to sound confident, but I fail miserably.

But he seems gullible enough considering, you know, the weird coloured beard. Does blue hair dye even exist in these times?

"Don't fall again. It'll hurt." He says, the tiniest, sliver of worry was in his voice. Or maybe it's just the fact this guy barely sleeps or something that my brain confused, tiredness with worry.

Both works.

What story is this? I'm not familiar with it? I don't remember a story with a low-key creepy, tall guy with bad style. I know black beard but, I see no Peter Pan nor a big ship.

How am I meant to survive this book, this story, if I don't know the fairytale?

And where's Jinsin? Or Taehyung? Where are they? Another room? Another house? Another town or city?

"Okay," I respond, with no emotion at all, sounding just as dead as him.

I guess it's the side effects from waking up on the floor literally every time.

We're like... Dead fish... Oh wow such a nice comparison Y/N. So smart.

"Here's the keys," He says, as he gets his hand and takes my wrist, placing the keys in my hands.

There's a few different ones, probably for different rooms or something right? Yeah, probably. Considering this place seems larger than my whole city back in Korea.

Okay, not really but, makes sence to me.

"Uhm, what are these for?" I ask, hoping he's not one of the villain-like characters in this story, whatever fairytale this is.

He look down on me, with his fuzzy and dirty blue beard almost hitting my face.

It's like hygiene didn't exist in these stories... Unless the authors decides, Let's make all these characters not so flattering unless they're the leads.