Teaser? : New Surroundings

Hey y'all...xD I had this dream last night, and it kind of transformed into this.  I wouldn't call it a story just yet, not even a oneshot I don't think.  I feel like it could become a story, but I have no idea what the plot line would be, and how I could turn it into something people would want to read.  I'll post what I have and if you have any ideas or comments, any source of inspiration, this might as well be my next story.  Until then, I'll be working on finishing Psychology Boyfriend.  Enjoy, and please do comment about your thoughts! It'd be a great help :)

           I didn’t know how it happened, but it did.  I woke up in an unfamiliar place, and this was without me being drunk or anything of the sort beforehand. In fact, I distinctly remember getting into my bed after turning out the lights and glancing at the clock before settling down to sleep.  It was 10:39 pm, around the usual time I went to sleep.  However, looking at the nightstand next to me now, there was no clock in sight.  That was what tipped me off that this was not my room.

            Surprisingly calm, although that could have partly been because I wasn’t really awake yet, I sat up and yawned before blinking to clear my eyes.  Yes, this was not my room, and now I was officially freaked out.  I looked down to see I was still in my original clothes.  An old t-shirt and pajama shorts were what I had on.  The sheets, I noticed, were not my pale green comforters, but a dark navy blue instead.  They looked clean enough, I suppose.

            Carefully making my way out of the bed, I stood up and took a look around my unfamiliar room, seeing that it was mostly occupied by furniture.  It was a surprisingly large room, but it had the essentials.  There was a decent sized armoire, a desk under the window, and for some reason, a dining table of some sort with two chairs on two of the sides.  There was also a full mirror in another corner, by the armoire.  The bed was against the wall in the middle of it all.  There was a spaced of area with walls, and that was the bathroom, with everything squished together. Looking back to the window, I walked over to it and opened the curtains, expecting to see a flood of light, but instead, there were only wooden boards on the other side.

            Wooden boards on the outside of a window? Where was this place? I looked up and saw that the sunlight was coming through the roof, which was strangely made of glass.  It was almost like a penthouse.  Still, the boarded up window and some glass roof didn’t add up.  Finally looking toward the door, I made my way over and opened it.  Attempted to open it would be a better phrase, since the door was locked from the outside. Great, I was being held a prisoner, in a strangely eerie and nicely kept room.  Were they letting me soak in the last few moments of luxury before they moved me somewhere more hostile?

            Sighing, I decided that I might as well make the most of it.  Going to the wardrobe, I opened it to see some clothes and pulled on some jeans and a long sleeved shirt on top, changing quickly in case someone was coming in.  I brushed my teeth and went back outside again, now with nothing else to do.  I wondered if there was anything I could keep as a weapon, and searching around, all I found were pens and pencils in the desk drawers.  Well, better than nothing.  Slipping those into my jeans, I lay back down on the bed and eventually slipped into sleep again.

            I didn’t know how much later I slept until I woke up, but this time I realized, I wasn’t alone. There was a sort of heat radiating from behind me, and something slung over my waist.  I stiffened and moved slowly to look down, seeing an arm draped over my waist. Looking behind me, I was met with a sleeping face, which was much too close for comfort.  Before I could stop myself, I screamed and leapt out of the bed, back up toward the nearest wall in fear. 

            Due to my scream, the guy had rolled out of bed and was now facing me pointing his gun in fury.  I gulped as I tried to stay frozen, failing as my legs gave away and I slid to the floor.  I hope that this wasn’t how I was going to die, prematurely and in some random place where no one would know where I am.  I felt the pens/pencils in my pocket, but I didn’t think they’d do any number against a gun. Thankfully, the guy let out a sigh and put his gun back into its holster where it belonged and ran his fingers through his hair before patting it down again.  He looked up at me apologetically this time, with concern in his expression.

            “Hey, don’t worry.  I’m not going to hurt you.”

            “Then what was that gun for?!” I asked hysterically.  Who the hell was this guy anyway?

            “It’s for my protection and yours.  I’m not going to shoot you.  I heard a scream and thought you were in danger.”

            “Yeah, that’s why you were pointing the gun at me. Me in danger, yeah right.  More like me THE danger.”

            “Mistake, sorry.  Now won’t you get up? I promise I’m not going to hurt you.”

            “Make that disappear.”

            “What?”

            “That,” I said, pointing to his gun.  It didn’t matter that it was put away, since there was also still a chance of something happening.

            “My gun? It’s already away.”

            “But not gone…”

            “Are you serious? Stop being a baby.”

            “I’m not being a baby.  I’m being cautious.”

            “But…” Something in my face must have made him change his mind.  Sighing again, he took the gun off his belt and put it into the nightstand drawer before raising his hands in surrender.

            “There, are you happy? Put away.”

            “Not really.  I’m sure you have other things hidden on you.”

            He looked at me intently before making his way over to me.  As he came closer, I stood up and backed away from him, moving away from the wall and kept moving backwards till the back of my knees hit something.  He moved closer still, and I fell back onto the bed without being able to move any further.  Great position I have myself in now, don’t I?

            The brown-haired stranger smirked before leaning down and placed his hands on either side of my face, holding himself up over me.

            “Hmm, this seems nice.  I wonder what we should do next.”

            I gulped and tried to scoot my way out from under him.  He seemed to have other ideas, as his hands suddenly wrapped around my wrists and pulled them over my head, holding them down under him with one hand while supporting himself up with the other by my face, pinning me to the bed. Leaning closer, his eyes stared into mine before flickering down toward my lips. I gulped again in fear and hoped he wasn’t going to do what I thought he was going to do.  Turning me head to the side, I tried to avoid it when another voice from outside rang.

           “Hyungnim!”

           The stranger looked up toward the door irritated, as if glaring the door would somehow hurt the speaker on the other side.

           “What?”

           “Something’s happened and we need you.”

           “Go away and don’t bother me.”

           “Hyungnim, this is serious! It has to do with the Black Rose.”

           “This had better be dang important…” he muttered under his breath. “I’m coming out.”

            He stood up straight and pulled me up into a sitting position.  Smiling softly at me this time, he brushed out my messed up hair gently with his hands before sliding his hand down to my cheek.

           “Don’t worry.  I’ll be back soon.”

           My heart was thudding in my chest too fast and my mind too clouded by his actions for me to come up with a coherent response.  He smiled at me one last time before making his way to the door and opening it easily, leaving me alone in the room.  Breaking out of my reverie, I rushed toward the door to see if I could get out.  Unfortunately, the lock clicked just as I got my hands on the handle, and turning it, I fruitlessly tried to open it.  Of course, nothing happened. Sighing, I slid down and sat with my arms wrapped around my knees, tired from that little scene.

           Who was that stranger, and what did he want with me? Why was he sleeping in the same bed as I was, and what was that almost-kiss about? Did he like me? Or was he simply playing with me? Grumbling, I stood up and noticed that there was something on the table.  It was a tray of some sorts and there was some toast and fruit on it.  Well, at least he thought about my meals.  Making my way over, I picked at it and sniffed it.  What if it was poisoned? Staring at the food, I decided I didn’t want to take my chances and left it there.  There was a box of packaged milk on the other hand, so I took my chances with that, though at this point, I didn’t know if I had any to take. It helped a little, but I soon found that I was hungry again. 

           I tried distracting myself. I walked around the room and tried to explore what I could.  Opening up the armoire again, I wondered how I didn’t notice the male clothes in there before.  In fact, there were more of those clothes than mine, which were on the right side next to these.  So this was his room? But why was I in here? Closing the armoire, I walked back toward the bed perturbed.  Noticing a book on the nightstand, I reached toward it and found it was a book of poems.  It seemed to be some old English author that I hadn’t heard of.  Well, nothing to do now, so I might as well read.  At least I could read English well, being born in the states and then moving here.

           I didn’t have quite the life as a normal 19 year old.  I was orphaned once I was born and I still don’t know who my birth parents are.  I was left at an orphanage in San Diego, but a couple from Korea visiting adopted me.  I was lucky really, being adopted at the age of 14.  I suppose I was intelligent for my age, and moving to Korea wasn’t much of a challenge.  I picked up the language quickly despite my age, and spent the rest of my teen years in this new country I came to call home. It was only last year that my foster parents passed away from a plane crash from visiting friends in America.  I was devastated, but I had to move on.  As their only child, I inherited their house and belongings.  It wasn’t much, but much more than any old 19 year old would have.  Of course, I wasn’t the average 19 year old, especially if I was trapped in someone’s room, without any idea or notion of how I ended up here in the first place.