Chaos (1/1)

I woke up in my bed at my mother's house by the light pouring in through the blinds reflecting off the white walls. I squinted my eyes trying to get accustomed to the light. I didn't get up right away, I sat there thinking. That was one crazy ass dream I had, felt so real. Note to self, no more eating chinese food that comes from gorgeous men.  My mind was still trying justify my crazy dream when my nose caught the most slight hint of bacon in the air. Mama loves her some bacon. I stretched and stood up, a little too fast I think and I hit the floor. Of course having the luck that I do, I hit my head on the night stand next to the bed. "Fuck!" I hissed through my teeth as I felt some warm blood begin to pool. I started trying to use my bed to help my get up so that I could hobble into the bathroom when I heard footsteps coming this way. Probably my dad coming to see what all the ruckus is.I decided it was too early in the morning to exert any kind of energy so I sat there waiting for him to come in and carry me, but when a figure appeared at my doorway it was not his. No no it was Taeyang's, or YoungBae's or whatever his real name is. At that point I had resigned myself to being totally and completely batshit crazy, I was probably in a coma or some shit and that's how I made sense of this in case any of you were wondering. "Oh my god are you alright? Don't answer that, don't try to get up, oh my god you're bleeding, hang on don't panic-" I interrupted his rambling, "There are bandages in the cabinet in the bathroom just-" It was his turn to interrupt me, "On it." he said as he picked me up bridal style and walked into the bathroom.He sat me on the counter and I showed him where the first aid kit was so he began to dress my wound. When he went to clean it I hissed and gritted my teeth; as the sting subsided I looked up to see him fully focused on my wound, like a mother. This guy, I know he's probably not real and I belong in an insane asylum but... something about him feels so familiar and right. I think I was staring too long and when I stopped daydreaming I found his eyes focused on mine in a concerned stare. "You're spacing out, let's get some breakfast in you." he said more to himself than to me but I gave a nod in agreement. He helped me off the counter and to the kitchen. Seungri was in the kitchen cooking in my mother's apron that said kiss the chef. I giggled a little bit and took a seat. Seungri buzzed over to me and served me then sat down and looked at me very sternly. "I thought I told you to call me if anything happened to you." I sighed "Well excuse me for thinking you're of my imagination and thereafter being unconcious. But I'm fine thanks for asking." He sighed too and put his head in his hands, he mumbled to himself but all I caught was memory and dangerous. He popped up from his chair. "No matter, we have things to do and people to see my dear so let's get you ready shall we?" I'm beginning to think my imagination sent me some bipolar fairy godmother disguised as a handsome asian male... strange. Seungri began to drag me to my room, I felt someone call my name, I didn't hear it, I felt it, and as I looked back I saw something that bothered me deep down in my gut, made me feel sick, everything was in slow motion, the scream, my body moved on its own, I feel sick