I'm just like you

"Would you believe if I said that I was scared of everything, too?"

- BTS, V: MAGIC SHOP

November 2017

I jumped out of my bed instantly with a loud scream, but it came out more like a loud cry. Ignoring the pain that crept my head, I studied the figure that sat on my bed from head to toe. My vision was slightly blurred as I've been crying the whole time, but I could perfectly recognize the person sitting cluelessly in front of me.

Jungkook?

I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Jeon Jungkook of BTS was in Kim Hana's bedroom. My bedroom.

He came out of nowhere. My eyes are probably tricking me into this.

He was staring at me with a mutual face of confusion. He hopped out of the bed and looked around in fast motion. He was wearing plain black pants which is unusual for an idol to be wearing. But what caught most of my attention was his topless pale body. I tried to divert my eyes from it and looked deeper into his pit black eyes but before I could study them, he flinched as if he just remembered something and gazed down.

My attack mode was abruptly activated: There is a guy in my room. I threw the diary that was still in my hand, aiming at his face. I watched him cross his hands over his face in defense but what happened next was what I couldn't register well in my head. The book went right through his hands and face and hit the wall behind. I noticed his eyes widen exactly like mine. I peered over to the book that had just passed through his head and now was apparently lying on the floor, motionless. He moved away from the book as if the book would gulp him up at any moment.

"What just happened?" I heard him say in a shaky voice as he glared at the book, horrified.

"You just went through the book," I replied absently.

Wait, did I just reply to a mere illusion? Isn't he an illusion?

"No, the book just went through me" He corrected me, still glaring at the book on the floor and moving slowly away from it.

Just as I was about to give him another useless reply, the door behind us banged open. My head flung behind in reflex. He too had turned to face the door, ignoring the book that had just gone through him, amusingly or terrifyingly (as he sees it).

There stood my Dad, clutching the doorknob, panting. I saw my mom peek from behind him, his massive arms blocking her view. They probably rushed upstairs because of the scream I had let out.

"Is everything okay, dear?" My Mom squealed from behind. I pointed at Jungkook in response, who was now standing in the middle of my not-so-clean room, looking all innocent and shocked. My parents glimpsed towards his direction, but I saw no shock or even a hint of surprise in their eyes.

They both scanned the room slowly as if they saw nothing wrong in the room before turning to face me.

"It's just...the same messy room..." My dad trailed off. I heard a slight giggle from behind me at my dad's comment, but I was too focused on what was happening that I ignored Jungkook's insulting cackle. I stared at them, bewildered.

"You don't see him?" I questioned as my mind ran into millions of possibilities of what might be happening.

"Him?" My Dad asked, confusion was evident in his voice- or maybe it was concern that was in his voice but either way, it didn't make sense. He glanced at my mom who looked equally perplexed as he was. I stared at Jungkook then at my parents, trying to make sense to the scenario.

"Dear, I think you're just stressed..." mom interrupted in a soft voice as she approached me and patted my shoulders.

"I'll bring you something to eat..." She said after a moment of silence and left with my dad out of the room, concern painted on their faces.

Can they not see him? Is he really just my imagination? But of all people in the world, why would I picture Jungkook? What if he's real? But that's not possible.

"Why am I here?" He finally spoke, cutting me off. He has stopped avoiding my eyes...or maybe forgot to because of every absurd thing that seems to be happening.

"That's the question that I should be asking." I shot back. "You just broke into my home," I said in a deadly tone.

"No, you just kidnapped me here" He replied, his voice filled with fury. But his eyes, it's just now that I noticed, his eyes were swollen and bloodshot. Was he possibly...crying?

"Why did you bring me here? And how?" He demanded, his voice growing louder.

"Look, I didn't bring you here. And I have no idea why you are here" I gave him a simple answer but his eyes said that he had trouble accepting my reply. "or why an illusion is chatting with me." I added as I shuffled back to my bed.

Yeah, I can't keep talking to my stupid creation.

"I AM NOT AN ILLUSION!" His loud voice shook me. I didn't know a dude like him could put on such a wild scream. What am I even saying? I don't even know him to talk about his voice. For god's sake. Quit acting so lousy, Hana.

"Stop making it look like I'm a kidnapper, wait, you're not a kid." I chortled at my sudden logical realization. But instantly ceased my voice as I felt his flaming eyes on me.

"Urgh. Talk about making sense to your story," I mumbled in annoyance. "How in the world can I bring you to Europe when you live in Seoul?" I reasoned, staring back at his black eyes. (Oh yes, I'm trying to ignore his topless body)

"I-I-I'm in EUROPE?" His eyes were almost popping out in disagreement.

"Yup." I gave him a genuine smile and buried my head into a book that I picked up from near my desk.

"How?!"

"You're asking me?"

"Who the hell should I be asking to then?!"

"Why don't you ask yourself?"

"Would I be asking you if I had known the answers?"

"Who knows" I shrugged

Silence filled the air and curiosity won me. I peeked up to see him gawking at something, his face was expressionless like he had witnessed a ghost gobbling up a human. I followed his gaze and that's when I saw it.

A writing was forming out of thin air, just below the ceiling. The reading that was in bright golden color made no absolute sense but it delivered an explanation of what was occurring.

We stared at each other, bewildered, uncertain of this distressing situation.

Our faces held a mutual message.

I'm stuck with you