"Y/N. Y/N. Helloooo." 

A voice brought me out of the darkness, and as I opened my eyes I found that I was looking straight into the face of Jungkook, who had been laughing with me as we died seconds earlier. 

Turning from him, still blank in my cognitive processing, I could see that we were in the unharmed helicopter. I looked behind him and saw the other members too, helping the limping Taehyung out the door of the helicopter and unto the metal step.

Jungkook waved a hand in my face, "Earth to Y/N. We need to go inside." He smiled, showing his bunny like teeth.

I frowned, still disorientated, "Go inside where?" 

He gave a masculine chuckle,  "The mansion, of course. Where else?" 

So we're back at Taehyung's mansion, huh? Yoongi must have done a rewrite. Slowly and slippery I began to drag myself out of the helicopter. It was weird that I still had side effects of Hypoxia when Yoongi had already rewritten the scene.

Seeing me stumble about, Jungkook was quick to come to my aid, holding my hand as I advanced down the steps. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, looking over me with concern.

"I don't know. Do I look alright to you?"

He shook his head, looking at me with a grimace, "Nah, you look pretty beaten around."

"Yeah, no shit." I was just ascending into the heavens rapidly while dying of hypoxia.

He gave me a pat on the shoulder. "Today was probably tough for you, but I'm so glad you were able to make it out of there before Jackson's men got to us."

I groaned. If I had a dollar for every time they congratulated me for something I actually failed miserably...

It's not like I could tell them though. "Hey in reality, I actually couldn't move the helicopter around so we ended up ascending into the sky and dying while laughing about nothing." Yeah, like they would believe me. I could remember the faces of the men as I tried to explain to them that I wasn't the girl they thought I was. They thought I was crazy.

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As soon as we walked into the doors of the mansion, a woman who was crying incessantly came and knocked me off my feet as she ran past me, sobbing out Taehyung's name. It didn't take me long to figure out who she was as I watched her pretty figure and shiny dark hair fly up the stairs. 

Kang Seulgi.

Yes, you heard me. Kang Seulgi from Red Velvet.

 She was here, as Taehyung's girlfriend. You know... the one he practically forgot about when he decided to ogle after me? I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I was forgetting about her myself. It was about time she showed up. I'm sure this was the part where Y/N was meant to be jealous and upset about Taehyung's other woman, but I didn't care at all.

Good thing he had her to cry for him, cuz I was dead tired. Instead of following Seulgi to Taehyung's room – like I'm sure the story wanted me to - I made a beeline up the stairs to Jin's room, locking the door behind me as I entered.

After dying twice in one day, it was good to be back. The room was still as pink as ever.

I flopped myself down on the bed, exhaling an exhausted breath as I stared at the ceiling. It was so strange. I had always wanted to take Y/N's place, but now, I just felt so tired of it. I was tired of people expecting me to do the random shit that Y/N is somehow good at. I was tired of seeing the color pink. I was tired of seeing the knock off version of Kim Taehyung as he totally insulted and verbally abused me.

Sure, I loved the other guys. Yoongi was kind of getting on my nerves but he was still hot, so he was still in the radar.

The thing I was really wondering was: what was the point of all of it? Yoongi had never told me. Why had I been picked? What was I doing here? Would I ever go back to my real life, or would I be stuck in this weird fantasy parallel universe?

Sighing again, I turned towards the small, pink bedside table. It was there that something caught my eye. A book. Curiously, I picked it up, inspecting the front cover. On it were two guys, one with white hair and one with black, and a red vintage car. One of the guys looked very similar to Namjoon, and the other looked like Yoongi. It was safe to say that it was probably another fanfiction.

"Joon's, huh?" I read the yellow colored title, flipping open a few pages to take a peek through the story. 

It couldn't be that bad, right? Hopefully it's better than this.

The sun come in through windows. Girl asleep. Another girl in room. Girl that is not other girl, scream.

Girl: What fuck.

Other girl: You should seen your face! *Smiles*

Girl: How did you get in my house?!?!?!? *Screams*

*Other girl laugh funny*

Other girl: *Points to window* It open

Girl: :-/

Other girl: :-)

Man named Namjoon come. He have muscles. He have white hair. He handsome.

I sighed, closing the book. I forgot the same ten year old author who wrote this would have written that book.

I lazily threw the book back unto the bedside table before flipping unto my back, staring at the pink ass ceiling again.

Yoongi, where are you? I need some explaining done. 

And you need a good smack across the butt cheeks.

It wasn't long before I drifted off to sleep.

A/N:

 Hope you enjoyed. 

What was your favourite part? 

Also, you may have noticed, the book 'Joon's' mentioned in this chapter is parody of my actual book Joon's. Trust me, its way better written though. Check it out if you're into science fiction and cray cray drama - and extra comedy because how could i not. I also have several other books you can check out that are just as comedic as this one. 

OHhhh and before you leave, I have a suggestion.

Does anyone want to do an interactive QnA with the characters for a bonus chap? Just wondering. 

If so, place your questions here, with the name of the person you want to ask and the question> 

Don't be shyyyy they all love questions- 

Yoongi: There's no way in hell-

Me: *Hits him with a frying pan*

So yeah, please do it even if you're a silent reader because I would love to see what you ask. 

Byeeeeee