1 Chapter 1: Blurred vision

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Someone tries to grip her; she can feel the cold fingers touching her bare arm, desperate to garb her but... too late. She has already jumped from the bridge into the river.

Splash! Splash!

In a little while, her lungs are gonna be filled with water, and she will be dead before the aid arrives. Well, she desperately wished for it, and now that is happening.... she's happy... or at least her soul will!

While drowning, she can see three guys standing at the edge of the bridge... shouting, but she can't make their words. Among them, a guy dived in to save her, but her lungs were filling with water. And the moment her lungs are completely filled with water, there will be no room for air to exchange and she'll soon die deprived of oxygen, and her body will float on the surface of the river.

Cough! Cough!

She opens her eyes, thinking that she is still alive and it was just a dream. But was it really a dream? She can't tell. She lies there for a second or two... gasping, and then get up from the bed, rubbing her head as it aches badly.

"Ah! Dizzy," says Janice. As soon as she is back to her consciousness, she realizes that the room in which she remained the whole night is neither hers’ nor she has ever seen or been to.

The room is quite luxurious, wide, and based on a girlish theme, evidently designed for someone dearest. Pink curtains, lamp, bed, and wardrobe all are too systematic and beautiful that she can't even dream of it. The bed is soft and cozy; she can tell since she slept quite well last night.

"Where the hell am I? She checks her body and notices nothing wrong with it. She realizes that she is still wearing the black lace dress that she had worn last night before going to the party. Her dress is body fitted and sexy, and yet she has a curvy body, so it fits her well. She wore long boots, which she guesses she is still wearing.

She remembers that she over drunk last night and went to commit suicide but ended up here sleeping in some luxurious room which she doesn’t know who owns it. All those visions are too blurring, and she can’t remember what had happened last night. But she can tell she didn't drown... and that someone saved her. But who? And why?

Janice put her fingers in her hair but end up feeling bizarre. "Aaaaaahhh! I... I just can't remember no matter how hard I try to concentrate. I was too drunk. I was going to commit suicide, but how come I'm still alive? She curls her arms around her knees and lays her head down. "Janice, focus!" A few minutes later, she fed up with this bizarre posture of hers' that she starts to get angry and roll over and then fell from the bed.

Argh!

She hit the floor with a loud thud. She tries to get up, but her muscles ache badly, so she lies there. Who knows what will happen next, and then the door swings open.

"Morning!" says a tall, handsome muscular boy standing in front of her in a doorway, wearing pants and a black sweatshirt, his sleeves roll-up. He looks Janice from top to bottom as if trying to scan her. Janice feels that he is going to burst into a laugh, but his facial muscles remain tight, like he is feeling agitated.

"What a mess!" he thinks.

She immediately gets up from the floor and hides herself under the quilt. Oh! What an embarrassment! She just slipped from the bed before he entered. Does he thinks that she is an attention seeker?. Oh! Nay, not; she isn't that type of girl! But right now, she is confused about what type of girl she is. Last night, she was dumped, and now, she has slept in someone else's room.

“You should've knocked the room before coming in,” orders Janice covering every inch of her exposed skin with the quilt. "By the way, who... who are you? And why am I here? What is this place? You haven’t kidnapped me... have you?" She inquires.

The boy rolls his eyes, thinking, how dare this girl says who am I and from which angle do I look like a kidnaper to her? Across the room, he sees his reflection in the mirror. No, certainly not.

He opens his mouth, trying to explain every question she asks but is interrupted by her when she says, "Whoever you are, I just don't care... let me leave" Am I that despicable that she wants to run away? Well, how dare she interrupt me? I hate to be interrupted. So, she indeed doesn’t know me. Now let me show her how to respect others. The thought makes him smirk as he takes a few steps forward.

"Freeze right there; otherwise, I will shout!" she commands, and he stops, raising his eyebrow at her. "Are you dumb? why aren’t you replying me?" asks Janice, as if she wants to die right away rather than bicker with this cold guy.

How dare she call me dumb.... let me show who I am. He closes the door and locks it.

“HEY! why did you lock the door?" she asks in a high tone. She has read many comics and is well aware of what happens when the room is locked. Is he trying to harass her? She would surely call the police if he dared to mess with her. But her phone? Oh crap! Where is her phone? It is possible that she may have lost her phone when she was.... high.

"It's my place, I can do whatever I want," says the boy calmly.

“Okay! do whatever you want but firstly, let me leave," pleads Janice.

“I refuse," says the boy fatly. How dare he refuses me. “What do you want from me then? asks Janice.

The boy put both his hands inside his pant pocket. "Hmmm... what do I want from you?" he says with a slight mischief. "What do you have to give me?" his eyes encircling her.

Janice hides deeper in the quilt, feeling insecure. A thought emits in her mind that she is standing in front of a wild beast who has been hungry for days and will eat her... without roasting. She doubts his looks.

No, he is not going to ask that, is he? "Err... Look! I have nothing to give you right away," says she, stammering.

“Oh really?” investigates the boy walking towards her. Janice lay her head down and presses her face hard against the mattress. Why is he coming near me?

“Weren't you going to shout?” asks the boy hiding his smile.

She raises her head up and finds him bending towards her, his hands pressing against the mattress. He is so handsome, just like a dream boy. Everything is perfect. His jawline, his brown eyes, and his curves... how can someone be so perfect even with his hair messy?

But, instead of falling for his beauty, considering that it's a trap, she tries to seize the chance and takes advantage of the situation, throwing the quilt aside, she tries to punch hard on his face but... too quick he is! Rather than hitting him, she herself ends up pinned against the bed by him.

His abs, muscles, his warmth! Ohhh, anyone could fall for that!

“Too quick!” utters Janice recalling his fast move. “Weren’t expecting you will have the guts to punch me," says he, slightly amused. “Who are you?” asks Janice

“Dylan Yu, taekwondo champion! says Dylan.