✔broken compass (the sequel) • stray kids✔

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"Quiet, you're gonna wake her up."
"It's not like I wanted to hit my head."
"I don't care if you do, but do so quietly."
"Ya Lee Minh-"

I opened my eyes, seeing where all the noise was coming from. "Can you two please argue more quietly?" I muttered, rubbing my eyes. The sunlight was already beaming through the tinted see-through curtains, blinding my vision. "See," Minho mocked Chan, chopping Chan's head with the side of his hand. "How way too early is it?" I muttered, turning around to find a more comfortable position to lay in. "It's 12 in the afternoon already," Chan laughed, making my eyes shoot open wide.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" Minho and Chan looked over at each other, shaking their heads. "We thought about it, but since there's quite a lot to do today we decided it would be best for you to rest out as much," Minho answered. I couldn't help but be grateful. "Thanks guys, really." A small knock on the door louded, a familiar voice coming through. "Pardon me, may I enter?" Jack's voice rang through the walls. I quickly hid the earpieces under the couch, sitting right back to pretend I just woke up.

"Come in," Chan called him. The door slowly opened, Jack's head poking through, relieved to see us all. "Ah, good, I see you're all awake. I wanted to invite you all to lunch, and thought I'd show our miss to her own room now." I rubbed my eye once more, standing up. "The table will be set in an hour, and we prepared clothes in your closet," Jack added, quickly scanning the boys' current attires with a disapproving look. I couldn't help but chuckle, quickly waving at them. "See you guys in a bit." Chan smiled. "I'll wait for you when we're ready to join you," he quickly added before letting me leave.

"And this," Jack said as he opened my door, "is your room. I personally put it all together, so I hope you like it." Hoped I liked it? I absolutely loved it. It was gorgeous, indeed looking as glamorous as I had described my wishes before. I said so only to get out of the tight spot, but this way beyond anything I had imagined. It was white matched with silver and rose gold, covered with sparkly hints everywhere all across the room. I almost felt like one of those actual princesses. It wasn't what I was used to at all so it sure took some adjustment, but it most definitely was beautiful.

"I really love it, you did an amazing job," I told him, looking around everywhere. Jack came in, walking up to one of the walls. He pressed a code, making part of the wall slide behind the rest, showing another walk in closet. "The code is 4419, make sure you remember." He walked up to me, holding my hand up with one of his, placing the key in my hand with the other one. "Why don't you pick out something nice and freshen up before dinner, they all seemed excited to have you here." He kissed my hand once more, going up to the door. "Including me, that is."

And with that, he left me alone to explore. From a walk in closet to a dressoir, make up and parfums. From bookshelves filled with the most beautiful covers to a queen-sized bed covered with lots of pillows. The typical rich girl room, the ones you didn't think actually existed. I did as Jack advised, taking out a formal dress. I took out a wine coloured long dress, one with a split at the bottom showing my left leg when I moved. I picked a matching pair heels with it, something I never wore, but if I wanted to keep convincing I'd probably have to.

I carefully laid it down, stepping into the bathroom to take a shower. It felt nice and actually refreshing. Of course we had our way to wash ourselves before, but something like this? It was almost a shame to give it up. It made me understand why people would actually like it here. Not that I was going to though. I owe Changbin my life, and I'd do anything to get him his life back too, no matter the risk. I couldn't help but think about him. The past few days have been so distracting I almost forgot our real reason for going through it. It felt horrible, the thought of forgetting the guy you loved the most.

I shook all the thoughts off while getting dressed, making sure to try out the make up. I never actually wore it before, but I was lucky my mom used to use it often with me there. You know, before it all happened. The apocalypse. With a lot of retrying and adjustments, it finally managed to look decent. I blowdried my hair, making sure it had some extra volume. Perfume on, and time was as good as run out. I couldn't help but look in the mirror quite in awe. I had never looked anything like this before, I didn't feel like myself at all. Well, maybe that was for the best with all about to happen.

Another knock on the door. "Y/N? It's Chan, are you almost ready?" I took a deep breath, one last glance in the mirror. Whoever was the goddes of flirting or anything, please stand by me. I opened the door, seeing both Chan and Minho ready, all suited up. The both their eyes were now on me, jaws ever so slightly dropping, the both blinking. "Y/N? There's no way that's you," Minho managed to get out, while the both offered an arm.

"Let's get us some goodwill shall we?"