I’m dead. He thought as the only explanation that made any sense to him.

Just then, Minho looked around trying to figure out where he was and how did he get there. However, when he tried to sit, the bed simmered louder than expected, startling him. He was even more scared when he noticed that his body wasn’t following his orders. He wanted to get up but couldn’t move his legs and the only thing he could feel was hunger. He was so hungry that he wished to feel pain instead of this urge to eat.

Trying to calm down, he took a deep breath and tried to focus his attention in anything else but his stomach screaming to be feed. It took some minutes until he started to relax and when he did it, although he couldn’t see anyone, he started to feel a presence, as if he could hear someone breathing.

“Kibum?” He called, not expecting an answer. He was sure that he was crazy or he wouldn’t be hearing things like that since he was obviously alone in the room.

“I’m pretty sure he isn’t able to answer right now.” A voice answered, for Minho’s surprise. “You know, the accident was ugly”.

“Who are you?” Minho asked, looking around trying to find the origin of that voice. He could hear it as clearly as if the owner was whispering in his ear although he was still alone in the room.

“I might be your angel.” The voice answered. “But yeah, my name’s Jonghyun.”