┍━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┑
we are bulletproof pt. 2
┕━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┙

A ongoing buzzing nudging at my head makes me turn around in my way to comfortable covers, in an attempt to magically make the noise stop. I scrunch my nose and sigh as I realize the attempt was a failure.

I slowly open up my eyes, and as I do so, the noise is gone all of a sudden. The sun creaks in from my blinds, creating a golden aura to my room.

Speaking of golden, I reach out, eyes still shut and search for the golden clock on my nightstand. I fumble for a minute, before opening one eye slowly, looking to my rumbling hand.

It's gone.

I raise my brows, the sunlight sharp in my eyes, making me rub them harsh. Removing my hands, I figure the clock will appear and that I was just tired and blind (apparently).

But no. It's not there.

I take my long, brown locks of hair and tie them up in a high ponytail, putting my hands in the sides as I stare out in my messy room. Small pebbles of sweat are on my forehead, surprising my warm hands as well.

I turn my head and look at the night stand once more, my eyes widening at the sight that finally registers in my mind.
The clock is still missing, but my drawings I put the same spot is right under — and they're all colored.

I never color my drawings.

They look beautiful. My fingers pinch the carton, studying the detailed strokes of pencil and painting.

My lips part, processing the possible scenario in my head. Subi has been in here while I was asleep and took back the clock and painted my drawings?

Sighing dramatically I throw myself back in my warm bed, my breathing becoming more stable. I let out a short astonished chuckle, wondering why she would give it to me for her to take it back again? But she didn't have to color in my freaking drawings.

I clench my jaw and screw my eyes shut before opening them once more, determined to have a word with my sister.

I jump off the bed, stumbling across the cold floor in my room. I'm slightly dizzy, the room suddenly moving way too much for my sore eyes. A pain in my stomach strikes, the churning feeling of nausea creeping up on me as well as a the wrench of ache inside my head.
I pinch my nose bridge and stand my ground, closing my eyes. I breathe out slowly, pursing my lips.

What's wrong with me?

I grab the doorknob, my body moving slowly out on the shallow hallway, my legs feeling like jello.

I close the door and lean my head back, swallowing the lump of spit in my throat. I dart my eyes up, looking at the mirror in front of me displaying my current appearance.

I almost jump seeing the pale girl in the mirror. My green eyes are sprung red, my hair greasy due to the sweating. My lips have no color. I look like I just got out of a horror movie.
It must've been a bad dream or something like that.

I reach the bathroom, my shaking hands turning on the tap, reaching for water before splashing the ice-cold liquid on my burning face. Blowing out, my shoulders slump down, as I support myself to the sink.

A few minutes pass and the pains decrease slowly, making me stand up straight again, turning on my feet as I go in the direction of my sisters room.

I stump my way, my energy returning as I think of how I'm going to scold her for touching my drawings and taking my clock. I start yelling as I set eye on her door, my eyes narrowing. 

"Yah Subi, you don't just color in my fucking draw—"

I stop in my tracks as I see that she's nowhere to be seen in her room. Her things are scattered just like they were yesterday when I went to borrow some sweatpants.

My ears peak up, realizing the house is dead-silent.

I clear my throat, my hoarse voice filling up the silence.

"Subi! Mom! Where are you guys?"

No answer.

My brows knit together, my head shaking in disbelief. Where did they go? And without telling me?

I sigh, grabbing my phone from the pocket of my SHOOKY pyjamas, checking the time.

10:05AM
Saturday, September, 2010

I roll my lips against each other, my eyes squinting at my screen. 2010?

What?

Who changed the date on my phone?
I rub my eyes, somehow hoping that the year will change back to 2019.

But it doesn't.

My guts tells me to get changed and go out and try to find my mother and Subi, somehow getting an explanation to all of this.

As I leave the house I put in my AirPods, making sure my favourite BTS-playlist is on shuffleplay. My feet takes me onto my usual route but as I turn out on the pavement, I jolt back as I hit a huge tree with my body.

"Ouch!"

My eyes dart up from my phone, landing on the huge tree that definently wasn't there yesterday. I turn my head around, looking at my current surroundings. The location is unknown and I start to panick slightly.

Where am I?

My breathing hitches, as I realize I'm no longer in Seoul — my house is here, but this is not my home.

I'm starting to have a panick attack, the sweat from earlier errupting once again, my body shaking.

I start running, I have no idea where to — but I just run. Hoping to wake up from this weird dream soon. I try pinching myself, wincing my eyes in pain as I realize this isn't a dream.

"Hey, watch out!"

A deep male voice yells in my direction, but it's too late — I hit the pavement after being hit by the taller figure on a bicycle, his face blurred and upside down as he approaches me slowly.

I turn my head to the side, my body sore from all of the messed up impressions, and my sight blurred after the sudden collaboration with the pavement.

The last thing I catch on a street sign before my eyes shuts, troubles my mind even more.

"Daegu. . ."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

_______________
hi guys! a new chapter. hope you liked this one. who do you think hit Jia with his bike though? 🤔 hehe.

💌 once again all credit goes to the amazing artist making the drawings — please let me know if you recognize it, so we can make sure they get credit for their efforts. thank you!