I don't want to be alone.

I screamed and screamed until I felt a hand touching mine, stopping me from pulling my hair.

"Shh… you're okay, I'm here" He whispered, grasping my hand in his, while his other hand rest on my shoulder.

I find it hard to blink my eyes open, as if the tears glued them together.

Carefully opening one eye at a time, I saw his face, and a wall behind him. Which is not white, and a very close boundary. I mentally let out a sigh of relief.

Thank God, it was gone. No more sickening white, only questionably welcoming flickering lights.

Then my eyes came back to the mysterious man who had calmed me down.

The thing that caught my eyes first are his plump lips and stunning features. Like his dark almond shaped eyes and sharp jaw. His jet-black hair looks really soft, I wonder if it's as soft as I imagined.

He smiled sweetly and ran his hand through my locks without breaking eye contact.

"Did you have nightmares again?" He ask, now that I'm no longer screaming frantically.

"Who am I?" Was all I managed to say, because my throat didn't sound that friendly after waking up from that timeless slumber.

He stops combing my hair for a moment, and stare more deeply into my eyes, as silence fall upon us. His gaze contained emotions I couldn't quite decipher properly. Perhaps, pity?

"Oh dear, did you lost your memories again?"

He seemed worried about me, as he sighed and cupped my cheeks with both of his hand. His hand is really smooth, I noticed. My mind are wandering again.

"You're (Y/N), and I'm Seokjin. We lived here. Well I used to, before you came."

I sat there in silence, processing the information he gave and waiting for his further explanation.

He noticed my silence as a sign to continue, and proceed talking.

"Well, the reason you're here is because you often forget things, and whoever takes care of you decided to send you here."

He said lightly, while using unique hand gestures. It didn't seem like a first to him, handling someone who suffers from amnesia, I mean.

Also, he kinda looks funny with his body language. But actually, rather than looking funny, his big gestures and way of talking reminds me of an uncle. (But I'm supposed to forget things. Do my memories came back piece by piece?)

He sighed and took a seat not far from me, as I continue to walk and observe the room we're in. Taking my time to walk step by step to every corner of the room, as if going to an exhibition.

There's chairs and a table on one corner, at the other there's a small tv that was glued to the wall, and a small toilet next to it. Also, there's another door nearby, closed tightly with only a small space underneath.

Bored already from investigating, I decided to watch the tv instead. Pressing the remote I found somewhere, I start strolling through the channel. Surely there's gotta be something to watch, right?

Well, there's nothing interesting other than a show about cute animals, so I sat down and cooed at how adorable the animals are.

I feel Seokjin -who had been sitting close to me- moving, no longer sitting beside me.

"Why? You don't like it?" I asked, my eyebrows knitted together as he shrugged his wide shoulders I wish I could sleep in.

"Its boring. I would rather sleep." He answered monotonely. I don't know how to interpret his words, is he genuinely bored, or was he annoyed?

I wonder why he didn't like it. I mean, he looks like the type to love animals. Especially cute and small ones.

Regardless, I then choose to indulge myself more deeper in the cuteness of fluffy beings, leaving Seokjin to do whatever he want.