Jongdae's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. His eyes trailed around, and he found nothing but an almost completely empty and old looking cabin room, and a large, clouded window to his left. His heartbeat picked up a little at the full realization that he had no recollection of this room whatsoever. Sitting up, he wiped the condensation off of the window, looking out at his foggy surroundings.

He was in the forest.

His mind was cloudy like the dark morning outside. How did he get there? The more he tried to remember, the less he felt like he knew. He checked all his pockets, looking for, but not finding his phone.

What was going on?

Looking back out at the forest through the window, he realized he did recall being in the forest, but the memories slowly faded out into nothing like an old song.

He got up slowly, his limbs aching a little. He wondered how long he had been there as he got up onto his weak legs. When he first tried walking, the limbs gave out and he crumpled into a pile of confusion.

Fear was starting to really affect him, but he pressed on. He exhaled heavily as he pushed himself onto his legs once more, this time gaining more control of them, though at first he almost fell again.

He was finally able to walk more steadily after practicing doing so in small circles for a minute or two.

Only then did he find it in him to make his way down the wooden stairs.

Each one creaked almost severely as he made his way down, but they didn't feel unsteady. Just kind of old.

The stairs led him to a large living room sitting in the center of the wooden cabin. As he looked around, for whatever reason, the unsettled feeling in his chest calmed a little. It felt safe somehow.

But then he saw tufts of hair peeking out from the top of one of the chairs, and he realized he was not alone.

His heart skipped a beat before jumping into his throat. What was he supposed to do? When he listened now, he could hear soft breathing coming from the person. From the slow, steady pace of it, he could tell they were asleep.

His feet seemed to be rooted to the ground. Judging from the height of the chair and the barely peeking out wisps of light orange hair, the person was quite short.

He stood there for several minutes, trying to calm himself with the gentle sounds like the stranger's breathing and the muffled bird's singing outside.

After a while, he felt calmer, but still couldn't bring himself to walk over to a place where he could see the sleeping stranger's face.

Suddenly, as he was beginning to zone out, he heard an abnormally loud inhale, and realized that they were waking up. He panicked, but he didn't think running was smart, so he stayed right where he was.

They stood up, and Jongdae, somewhere in his frantic state noted that they were male, and, in fact, very short.

The small figure turned around slowly, and goosebumps traveled across Jongdae's skin as he felt himself staring into a striking face, and unbearably beautiful, glowing, blue eyes.