Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Four

"Aaagh! Hyungs, hyungs! Come quickly! I think we killed Abigail-ssi!"

I started awake at the sound of chaos erupting. I blinked several times as strange bright lights shone from the ceiling of whatever brand new room I was in blinded me. I gave a small, soft groan.

"She didn't die, Taehyung, you idiot," someone said in irritation. "She was sleeping. You really scared me there."

I looked around in a daze and then my eyes widened at the sight of seven young men surrounding me. I suddenly remembered how exposed I was and wrapped me arms around myself.

"Okay, so where's Miss Abigail going to sleep?" Hoseok looked around.

"She can sleep with me!" Taehyung beamed.

My jaw fell open. "It is not, in the least, proper for a man and a woman to sleep together unless they are married!" I yelled, voice shrill.

Taehyung's face fell and he blinked in confusion. The rest of the young men's faces grew red and they all looked everywhere except me.

"Okay, Jungkook, can you move in with me and Taehyung?" Namjoon finally asked, taking charge of the situation once more. "She can have your room."

"Why my room?" Jungkook cried indignantly. "What if she breaks my computer? Or my play station? How the heck am I supposed to play Overwatch then?"

"Jungkook," Namjoon started.

"He's got a point there, hyung," Jimin spoke up. "Obviously this girl is clueless to electronic devices alike. We should put her in a place where she can't break anything."

They were right that I was clueless to whatever they were talking about as more unfamiliar words swirled around me. Computer, play station, Overwatch, electronic.

"We already have a god of destruction, why did we need a goddess of destruction?" Yoongi muttered.

I gaped. "One of you is a god? Impossible."

"I give up on this woman! I'm going to bed!" Yoongi threw his hands in the air and vanished out of the room before anyone could say anything else to him.

I realized I was still sitting in the suitcase in one of the finest rooms I had ever seen before. The room was so large and the style was much more authentic than any other I'd ever seen. Carpets covered the dark brown floor. There were many couches and chairs in the area I was in at the moment. Overhead hung a stunning chandelier that looked like it was raining crystals.

"Are you guys, perhaps, a wealthy family?" I couldn't help but ask.

The men exchanged looks. "Y-you could say that."

I offered a tiny smile. "My family is quite wealthy ourselves. We owned almost ten thousand dollars in the bank." If my mother were here, she would scold me for being smug. But I couldn't help but believe the men would be amazed at my family's fortune and perhaps even offer more respect to me because of my high class.

Instead most of them just gave blank stares and one man even raised his brow. It was Jungkook.

"That's not that much money," he said slowly.

Once again, any smugness and confidence I had within me vanished. What on earth did he mean 'that wasn't a lot of money'?? Most men would immediately bow to me or my mother, apologizing for any crude behavior they may have shown to us once they realized how powerful my family was.