PT7 : I'm healed?

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Waking up to dead air and reticence, wasn't usual for me, it made me feel relieved.

So when I finally actualised where I was, I groaned and started to pat my messy blonde hair down, seeing as it was all over the place from the sleep I had once and for all received.

I rubbed my indigo eyes, before looking over the room I slept in.

Same as before, creamy and dark walls, wooden floor boards, a broken balcony door and the furniture that scattered around the decent sized room. To be honest the room is nearly double the size of my old room. There's so much leeway.

I pulled the bed sheets off myself, before standing up and ignoring the minimum feeling of burning suppress along the bandages over my arm.

Walking towards the other two doors in my room, I pulled one open to see a bathroom, a gorgeous and spotless bathroom. With a large glass shower and bathtub, rimmed and gold encrusted.

"Holy shit." I murmured, before moving back to open the last door open.

"Holy double shit." I sighed in relief, seeing the walk in wardrobe, it being filled with plenty of pairs of outfits, which to be honest weren't in this era but were pretty fashionable.

I grabbed a decent pairing, a cream looking skirt and an expensive looking white blouse that had the dainties pink collar. Walking towards the bathroom, I stopped in my tracks when black mist morphed in front of me.

"Finally, you're awake." The butler sighed, rubbing his temple before looking down towards me, as I had given him a puzzled look, raising an eye brow. Finally?

"It's twelve in the afternoon." He sighed, answering my silent question. "Shower and get dressed immediately. Meet in the Dine, At least you won't be late for lunch." He ordered sullenly, down-casting his solid black eyes, before he had dissipated into thin air.

I'm never the type to sleep in, it was probably just the overwhelming day I had yesterday.

I nonetheless continued on doing what the butler had told me to do, I'm not sure to call him 'Alfred' like Hoseok does, so I'll just continue with calling him 'butler' or 'Stuart pot.'

I had then taken off the bandage on my arm, it had dry blood along the white, but it wasn't too much, and pealing it off had my worry dismiss.

Because there was no injury at all.

I contemplated for a while, this had only ever happened twice beforehand while living with my father, the time I burnt myself on the stove and another time where I fell off my bike and grazed all down my legs, I slept early and woke up without even a scratch.

What was this?

I grazed my other hand over the arm, the only feeling was numbness, along with a dull burn across the skin it wasn't too much for me to handle.

But I dropped the discussion, only really wanting to clean myself at this moment I raked myself of the idea that were surging in my head and left to do my own business.

It took me at least twenties minutes, showering before changing into decent clothes, brushing my shortened fair hair and last of all folding my dirty clothes up and leaving them in the bathroom for the butler to clean later on.

I commenced on walking out of my room and into the desolate halls,  inaudibly closing the door to make sure it didn't echo through the halls.

It wasn't too complicated, learning my way through the manor. I had already learnt that Taehyung's room was only a few rooms down from mine, along with Jungkook's and Jimin's. I had heard that the rest were on the other side of the manor, the halls I weren't allowed to go through.

Walking down, my attention was drawn towards the things I still didn't know about that roamed the manor still, It made me feel so incommodious and confined, not only that but continuously feeling like someone was observing me was the half of it.

Unknowingly I had hit into a hard surface, caught off guard I wobbled back and staggered, Immediately looking up to see the one and only.

Kim Taehyung.

He sighed over dramatically, looking away from my gaze as if alarmed and discouraged that it was me he hit into. I looked over him, he was wearing something similar to what he was wearing yesterday when I saw him, a vintage top along with tight black pants.

"Watch where you're going." He drawled, before turning and giving a look that expressed 'follow me.' I had guessed we were going towards the diner, because this is the way the butler had taken me beforehand.

"Are you accommodating yourself well?" His voice abruptly spoke up through the stillness and quietness of the halls, our feet silently taking us towards the room full of demons feasting on their lunch.

"Well...yes." I sighed, confused by my own answer.

It was so profoundly awkward, I couldn't help but jump after he had spoken up again, keeping his void eyes in front of him, he didn't even show a sign of breathing.

"I'm surprised. You hang around the foolish Kim twins so often I had thought of you to be like just like them." He spat, giving off a disgusted look.

I gasped, my cheeks turned a visible dark pink as my eyebrows angrily creased, my hands tightly fisted in torment, I tried to bite back my sore and irritating words.

"How dare you!"

"How dare I what?" Taehyung spat, turning to look over me. His dull and sunless eyes glaring over my persona, I pulled away form his gaze and anxiously stepped back.

"They're my friends! How dare you just openly insult them like that! In front of me?" I raised an offended and enraged eyebrow, my heart hammering in my chest when Taehyung had immediately stopped his slow walk, not far from the dines doors.

He pulled at my collar. Giving me a fierce glare and pushed me backwards and towards the wall, but I lucky didn't hit the wall. Briskly enough I moved out of the way.

"They're fraudulent people Delaney. I watch the way they mistreat you, the way they look at you. It amuses me actually... Knowing you're not sharp enough to realise— They. Don't. Care."

"You don't even know them! Don't act like you're so superior!"

"I can't not act superior in front of you. I am your master, you look up at me, I look down on you. That's how it works you hoi polloi."

I opened my mouth to speak, but aught left my lips after his glare dredged and morphed into overcast as if searching through my soul, trying to see what I was feeling.

"Don't forget who I am to you." He spat. Before trudged towards the dines doors, slipping it open before disappearing behind the door, as if nothing.

I sighed, my face was obviously flushed red. I took a deep breath, appeasing myself down as much as I could.

Walking towards the door I slipped through myself before silently sitting beside the stoic boy, his face showed off as unreadable, but I could see how exasperated and antagonised he was.

"You got here early." Jimin sarcastically bickered, laughing before carelessly biting into bloodied and fresh meat.

I bit my lower lip, trying desperately to hold in my irritation for the short demon sitting across from me, but I bit my tongue and held back.

"How's your injury Delaney? Does it hurt?" Hoseok had questioned over the stiff sound of utensils on utensils, and food being eaten. I took a look away from his gaze after catching his overly stimulated Simper.

"It's fine..." I sighed.

"You must show us. You may need stitches."

"She's fine." Jungkook had on spur of moment hissed, the room had then went reticent, Hoseok was clearly displeased with the words that were aimed at him by the maknae.

"Shut your mouth Jeon. You're just acting all envious and vulgar because of Taehyung aren't you?"

"You shortsighted jackass. I don't give a damn about the girl."

Jungkook had stepped up from his chair, following him was his chair scraping against the wood of the floor, making a stinging and sharpened sound that immediately muted everyone.

"Did you just call me a jackass? You know-"

Marni, who I hadn't realised was sitting at the end corner of the table, across from Namjoon and beside Jungkook on her other side a spare chair, spoke up.

"Boys. I passionately believe that raising your voice is far less useful then even speaking. So please, do us a favour and put a sock in it." Marni sighed, lifting her wine glass she took a steady sip.

The boys promptly pulled their chairs back before they sat back down. My eyes lingered on Marni though, after catching her gaze she had immediately moved her orbs to my covered arm and to an already looking Namjoon, who had a peeved and heavy expression, rubbing his chin.

I observed them, as Marni raised a brow towards Namjoon. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, till Namjoon nodded a final time, before his attention followed to Jimin.

Why was I feeling uncomfortable? Did...She know that I had healed?

I was hoping not, I didn't want them experimenting on me.

"Does someone want to so kindly give a trek of the house for Delaney? I'm sure she'd like to know where and where not to go. For her own safety, of course." Jin had piped up, wearing a fitting suit his hair along with it his neatly styled, he grinned and stood.

I took an anxious breath, I aspired for it not to be Hoseok. At least Taehyung or Jungkook, I could possibly get the information I needed off of them.

"I will." Taehyung sighed irked, flipping his ash grey hair before looking towards me in the corner of his eyes. He had been abnormally quiet this eating.

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