They were all caught up in a discussion about their job and stuff which bored the heck out of me. So I thought of going outside and find out what's going on with me.

The door was closed, I turned the knob and closed it behind me. I wanted to know if they would notice the knob turning on its own. But they went to another room. So I couldn't test that.

The cool breeze that made its way to me, refreshed me. I felt more energized. I took a step forward just to be pulled back. I tried once more but got pulled back again. I felt a force behind me, that is so strong that the pull hurts my whole body.

I tried again and again until i could no longer take it. Disappointed, I turned to get inside. To my utter devastation, the door was locked. Ughhh....I groaned. What do I do? I can't step out of the house now I can't get in. I'm the most unlucky person in this world.

I tried budging the door non stop, to my surprise I went in. Just like before, I went right through the door.

This time I didn't give in, I placed my hand on the door so slowly and tried to push in. At the third try my hand disappeared to the other side. All I had to do was concentrate, then I could feel a tingling sensation in my hand as it went through, like I wanted it to.

Should I take it as a good thing or be worried that I'm invisible to all? All these thoughts were eating me up.

Since I didn't have much to do, I kept on tracking what each of them were doing.

It looked like the oldest among them were Jin because every one kept on calling him hyung. His face was just beautiful his full bow like lips and everything looked so extraordinary. Then there was another guy Suga, compared to others his face was pale but still handsome. All his movements were so soft and gentle like a cat. Then there's another his name is Hobi, but they sometimes called him Hoseok, so the other might be his nickname. He was a man full of pure joy and sweetness. His smile is just like his soul, heart shaped. The other one was shorter compared to others but still taller than me though, Jimin I guess. He look so cute and his cheeks makes me want to pinch them so bad. The two remaining ones, like I already said were Namjoon and Taehyung.

From the inspections I made till now I'm pretty sure that Jin is the oldest and the young ones are Taehyung and Jimin. Because they were the only ones whom none of the others addressed as hyungs.

They all kept on saying that there's one more person to come. Well I think I have to wait till then to know who that's gonna be.

To keep myself busy and not to 'die' out of boredom, I tagged along with them to the kitchen.

The said Jin was the main cook while Jimin and Taehyung kept on munching on the carrots. At one point Jin had to smack their hands out of the chopped carrots.

Namjoon was so immersed in his reading. It's like he was totally unaware of all the commotions that's been happening around him. Hobi was vibing to the beats that he's blasting on his speakers. Whereas Suga's soft snores could be heard, indicating he was fast asleep.

They all behave like they belong in the same family, although I'm sure they are not. They bickered like siblings and at the same time we could see the admiration and love they had for each other.

It made me feel so lonely. I had none. I have no one to tell to what I'm feeling right now. It made me desperate to have someone. This loneliness is killing me. I don't want to be invisible or have these powers. I just want to be like a normal person.

They all were busy talking to each other after dinner, which made me feel more sad so decided to go upstairs. I opened the first door I saw on the corridor. I know I don't have to open. But what can I say, I'm just used to doing things like this.

The room had white walls and a king sized bed which had shades of grey and black. I looked through each and every corner of the room. Nope, I can't remember a single thing. Feels like this is my first time here after all.

I knew I looked like a mess but still couldn't control myself from looking into the mirror.

And that opened my next door of disappointment. I can't see my reflection. The mirror showed all the things around me, the table, the vase, everything, except me.

I lunged on the bed, my head down the pillow and let out a muffled scream. Why did I even bother, it's not like they can hear me. I laid on the bed wanting to cry but finding it impossible to even shred a tear. I didn't know how long I stayed there because my eyes felt heavy as it slowly closed and pulled me to a black hole.