Sitting infront of the mirror was beautiful young man with platinum silver lavender hair and light ice grey silver eyes.
What were at first sight purple ashed were actually platinum silver lavender. He may have confused the hair colour but the eyes were very peculiar to be mistaken.
It almost looked like he was staring at a blind person.
SLAP!!
He looked at his reflection for a long time before slapping himself.
"It hurts" He mumbled as he touched his cheek where he had slapped himself.
"This is not a dream... This is happening for real?" Still in his daze he asked himself as he continued looking at the mirror.
"This is too much for me to handle. Just why when every thing was going good that it had to go down bad?". He asked grabbing his head. "And why out of everyone it has to be ME?"
Till yesterday this beautiful young man was a 23 year old Park Han-Min. A successful young man who made his debut as a lead musician just a month ago. Despite being a botany student in University going for a Ph.D he was a brilliant musician who can play minimum 100 instruments. But now he was in a situation he never expected. A successful life after years of efforts was gone in a second.
"I should go back to sleep maybe I will wake up again in m-my world. This is not a place where I should be, this is not my place. O-oh man, she will kill me if I went missing. They all must be quite worried not finding me with them." He stumbled upon his words slowly walking towards the large bed.
"I must have died' that's how it usually happens'"
"I-I don't even remember how I died now that I think" Lying on the bed he looked at the pair of black gloves that he was wearing.
Even tho it was a bit cold he didn't needed gloves. But from the reaction all three gave him when they saw he was not wearing gloves was strange but hilarious at the same time.
"It seems to me that they knew I don't remember or should I say I don't know anything." He said in a low voice.
The weather outside was gloomy and dark unlike how it was a few minutes ago and the blankets were warm making him drift into a cozy and warm sleep in the unfamiliar bed in a unfamiliar world.
"Let's think after a good sleep, sleep comes first. Let the universe handle whatever sh*t has happened with me, I will figure things out later."
He said before drifting in a pleasant sleep.
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Knock knock knock*
"You may enter"
Click*
"How was today's check up?" A deep and sarcastic voice of a man asked.
Sitting in what looked like an office was a handsome man with blue black hair that were almost black and blue eyes looking straight at both the people before him. Beside him was a old looking man who looked a bit familiar.
Although the black blue haired man looked calm, he was really annoyed by a certain someone as he tapped his fingers on his desk impatiently.
"It was alright but and the young master has woken up but their seems to be many more bigger problems." A familiar voice replied ignoring the sarcasm.
"When can I meet him?" The black blue haired man asked.
"Maybe Tommorow" The familiar voice who turned out to be Reynold said and continued after a pause," and we have quite a bit to discuss about Young master's condition, your grace."