BOSOM. |Bang Chan

Thirty One.

"A week?" Alana gasped. "I've been asleep for a week?" She questioned earning a nod from Minho. "Oh, God! I thought I was out for hours."

"You scared the shit out of me. That's why I'm here." He shrugged. "I'll have to head back to Japan, though. But I'll wait till I make sure you are perfectly fine."

Although Alana was confused, she flashed him a grateful smile.

The two friends were now in the room where Alana woke up minutes ago before she rushes to her Lost Prince- oh! To Chan. Before she rushes to Chan. She couldn't believe her ears when she heard him spell his name for her. The name she was curious the most to know. She couldn't help but start sobbing all over again. She couldn't help but pull him in a hug, ignoring those who were cramping in his small room.

It took Minho all of his logic and calmness to convince the girl to retreat to her room to be examined and then she would be able to come back to her Chan. She was reluctant, both were reluctant to part ways that soon, but she really had to be checked, so at last, she complied much to her dismay.

Sitting in her room, Alana recapped what happened over the last week with Minho. She was caught in a wild storm that was like no other for long years. Minho warned her to stay inside but she didn't listen. She was already an unconscious mess when she was found on the road. Since that hospital was the nearest to her location, she was sent there.

Once she was strolled to the emergency room, the staff there could recognize her. She was examined and tested but there was nothing wrong with her. Yes, she was hurt, had some cuts and gashes, and hit her head somewhere, but overall, she wasn't that hurt to be unconscious. Her tests and x-rays showed nothing.

That left them with only one option and heavy hearts.

Dr. Kim came rushing once he heard the patient's name. The man stayed by her side and monitored her for a day or so before he announces that the patient, Mun Alana, would be moved to the sixth floor. To the Department of Hibernation.

Minho, who had been trying to contact her for more than a day with no response, had no option other than booking a ticket to South Korea on the first flight available after the storm subsided and the airlines resumed working. Once he stepped into the hospital, on the sixth floor, he was met by the obvious commotion and a crying Nurse Miyoung. His heart sank knowing what that meant.

His new friend was there, as a patient, as a hibernated patient.

For a week, Alana was in a deep sleep that no one could wake her up. Not her parents calling her name, shaking her weak body, or pleading for her to open her eyes. Not Sky who cried her heart out by her side and Felix who kept promising that she would be fine. No one could drag her from the endless dream she was having for a week.

For a week, Alana was going into loops inside her head. She would be paralyzed, but then she finds herself could walk. She walks on that empty never-ending road, only to find herself facing a fork. Two roads and she had to choose. The dark stormy one and the sunny vibrant one. She would find herself choosing the dark one over and over again. And once she does that, the loop repeats itself.

Every now and then, Alana could hear the voices of those who were by her side, but only one voice would take over the others. That specific voice wasn't anywhere around her. It was inside her.

"How did he wake up?" Alana asked Minho who was narrating the events that happened during her sleep.

"He just opened his eyes." Minho replied with a radiant smile. "This time, the storm brought you a miracle. When the sky goes crazy, miracles happen."

"But you said something wrong was going on and that the storm wasn't normal." Alana reminded him of his words during their last call.

Minho sighed, resting his back on his chair that was next to Alana's bed. "I think something big happened somewhere. Something ... I don't know. Transcendental?"

"Like what?"

"Not sure yet. But whenever there is a thunderstorm like this, I find something odd happened somewhere. Miracles and disasters take place. We'll have to wait and see what odd incidents will come to the surface." Minho smiled again at her as he leaned closer. "Let that be for now. Chan? Huh?" He smirked.

For an unknown reason, Alana felt her cheeks flush. Absentmindedly, her hand moved to her mark to rub over it. Minho followed where her hand landed. His eyes widened once they landed on the mark before his features softens again and his smirk decorates his face in a wider form.

"What?" Alana questioned when she noticed the look he was giving her.

"Nothing! Looks like your prince gave up to th-"

Minho's words were cut off by the door being kicked open. A boy and a girl stormed in. Both were panting as if they went up the stairs to the sixth floor instead of using the elevator. The girl's eyes landed on Alana and widened, while the boy let out a funny squeal.

"Mun Alana!" The girl yelled lounging herself at Alana. "You fucking bitch! You scared me to death!" She threw her arms around Alana and hugged her tight enough to suffocate her. A second later, she was a crying mess in her sister's arms.

Minho figured out that the girl was Sky, Alana's sister, and the cute freckled boy who joined the life-draining hug, was Sky's boyfriend and soulmate.

"S-Sky, Lix, I can't-t breathe." Alana said tapping the backs of the two who were squeezing her.

"Oh, sorry." Sky said as she pulled back. Felix was quick to wrap his arms around her and pull her to his body.

"How are you feeling?" Felix asked.

"Good! Super good." Alana replied happily, making the couple look at each other with confusion before eyeing her again. What 'good' in what she had gone through? Did she hurt her head?

"Alana, babe," Sky approached her again, holding her hand softly. "Are you okay? Did you get a check u-"

"Alana!" Miyoung walked into the room calling for Alana, cutting Sky's words. "The Lost Prin- Oh! I mean Chan is looking for you." The woman said with a warm smile.

It took Alana a few, very very few seconds before she was on her feet, pushing whoever blocked her way out, pedaling out of the room at speed of light, and making her way to where her Lost Prince, her Chan, her BOSOM was.