It felt like hours were passing as I lay upon Jin's comfortable bed; eyes wandering the ceiling and wishing for a television screen to set themselves upon. Even a book - that wasn't written like the last one I read - would have been nice. 

Even homework. 

But alas, I had nothing. 

Just me, the bed, and the pink walls. 

"Rewriter, he said." I sulked to myself as I lifted my arm up to the pink ceiling aimlessly, enjoying the feel of gravity wanting to pull it back into the bed. 

I dropped it with a sigh, "If I was the rewriter, I certainly wouldn't be in this position, Poongi pie." I turned over in the bed and my eye caught the bright, neon pink bear on the chest of drawers across from me. I squinted my eyes at it, raking them over it sceptically as if I had just watched Toy Story and thought I could catch it moving. 

It didn't move, but I was sure it was giggling at me under that sweet, oblivious smile. Taehyung probably even put a camera in there. Sicko.

I let out a annoyed snort as I pointed a long finger at it's face. "Do you not know who you're looking at?" I asked it playfully, "I-" I placed the finger against my chest, "am the rewriter of this story!"

It didn't move, as expected.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" I articulated the Harry Potter spell, assuring myself that if it did work I'd be mightily gobsmacked. 

But it didn't, of course. I was not set out to become a witch. 

The bear just stared at me as if I were the biggest idiot in the world. 

And it wasn't wrong. 

I sent it a flat expression before turning my back to it, feeling it's glare burning holes in my back. Once again, I was reminded of Yoongi - who I hadn't seen since my jail visit. At this point he was like a guardian writer with limitless vacation periods.

He was as unreliable as water soluble boat. If there is such a thing...which wouldn't be likely because that would defeat the whole purpose of a boat...

Anyway...you get the point.

I huddled into the mountain of pillows and plushies, deciding to just sleep the time off. There wasn't much else to do anyway, unless I wanted to stare at an inanimate bear doll and pretend it was moving. 

Drowsiness weighed heavily against my eyelids as they attached to their lower associates, and into the darkness of sleep I drifted, dreaming of a day when Yoongi would actually do his fucking job. 

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"Sir," Jungkook asked his boss as he sat awkwardly beside the other members at the dining table, "Do you really think that we should keep her locked up in Jin's room like an animal?" All the other eyes at the table hesitantly made their way over to Taehyung's tense figure at the end of the table. 

Taehyung's dark gaze ignored the others and shot straight into Jungkook's eyes,  looking deeply into his doe pupils for any sign of rebellion. 

"Don't you think I can do with my property as I see fit?" He asked.

Abruptly, Namjoon pulled himself up from the table and sent a finger towards Taehyung's face, "She's not your property!" He hissed, gaining shocked expressions from the rest of the members.

Taehyung's gaze shifted to the fuming man across from him, "Come now, Namjoon," He tutted, "don't tell me you've forgotten what happened last time you decided to step out of line." There was a clear threat in the younger man's words and it sent caution throughout his employees body. 

Namjoon's lips rubbed against themselves anxiously, as if in an to attempt to stop whatever was going to fall out of his mouth next. He wanted to stand up for Y/N, but he wasn't about to beaten again. 

Reluctantly, the blonde sat down at his seat again. 

Taehyung grinned like a villain at the older man's submission. 

He sent a glance around the table at the other men, "Now, does anyone else want to question my actions?"

Several eyes fell to the floor, unable to speak back to him.

"Wonderful." He hummed in satisfaction. "Y/N will stay in that room until I have time to interrogate her about her little green haired friend." 

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I couldn't tell whether I was dreaming or not.

I was in my bedroom again - my bedroom at home. 

It felt like I hadn't seen it in decades. 

White walls surrounded me and the smell of dust and mould captured my senses. I took a big long whiff of the nostalgic scent. 

Toxicity.

It smelt like home. 

My eyes wandered around the room like it was foreign, like it hadn't been the room I'd been living in for the last eighteen years. The walls were so bland, but I'd take that over pink any day. My bed lay unused, and my clothes lay on the floor - also unused. They'd be good to wear after a little dust off. 

"Estupida (Stupid)!" Came a shout from outside my room. 

Ah yes, my mother. She was there too. 

"Mom?" I called out,  walking towards my bedroom door and opening it, expecting to see the cream coloured walls of our hallway but only seeing a deep, dark void.

Yep, definitely a dream. 

"Mom?" I called again, wondering whether she was going to emerge from the darkness like some nun from a horror movie, "Are you there?"

"Cochina (slob)!" 

I pursed my lips. It was definitely my mother. Sighing, I decided to extend my hand into the void, hoping I would be able to pull her out. 

I felt nothing for a moment, and all was silent. 

Then suddenly, a hand roughly grabbed mine, causing me to jump. The hand almost pulled me into the void as it used my arm to get out. "Mom?" I called, unable to see what was grasped unto my hand. 

Please, don't be a real horror nun. I thought, already preparing myself to drop it if it was. It didn't feel like a creepy horror nun's hand, however. It was definitely soft, but not scrawny. It felt firm, like a handshake from your boss that expects the most out of you. 

Finally, after several moments of pulling at the hand, I could see the arm beginning to appear. 

You can imagine my surprise when Yoongi's face appeared out of the void shortly afterwards.

I blinked, "You're not my mom." He wasn't a horror nun either.

As soon as his feet landed on the carpet of my bedroom, he placed the palms of his hands against my cheeks. I quickly pulled back, thinking he was leaning in for a kiss. Sure, I wanted one, but this was happening way too fast! 

"Briar!" He suddenly shouted at me, almost blowing my eardrums. I winced as I looked up into his dark eyes and saw the urgency in them. "You've got to get up!" 

"What?" I muttered, confused and wondering if Yoongi was really calling for me outside of the dream.

How romantic.

"Briar!" He called again. 

"Briar!" 

I awoke, back in Jin's room again. 

My eyes flew open and caught sight of Yoongi's mint hair floating above his face like a fluffy cloud. With his brown eyebrows arched over dark eyes, his look mirrored the one in the dream - urgent and worried.

I didn't know why though.

Sure, I was locked in a room, but I wasn't dying. 

It was nice to see him, anyway. Perhaps his presence could get me out of the room I was locked in, because apparently the "Guardian writer" was more powerful than the literal "Rewriter". Yes, I was still mad about that.

Still blinking the sleep out of my eyes I asked, "What's wrong?" No doubt it was just something about me being a douchebag, like it always was. You could never do anything right with this guy. 

He seemed hesitant for a second, licking his lips anxiously. Yoongi was never anxious. Angry, but never anxious.  Now I was worried that he was going to tell me he shit his pants or something. 

 "I've..." He sighed, "I've lost my powers." 

"Wait, what."