Annyeong, Daisy! [Ateez Fanfiction] ✓

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Soojin's POV:

I stretch my arms and sit up from the bed. It was a long peaceful sleep. When did my bedding start feeling so soft? I let my hands touch the bed cover that's resting on my thighs and it feels SOFT? Wow! Since when? It's all so comfortable that I let myself fall back on the mattress. So good. This feels unfamiliar, right? It's too peaceful. Hasn't it always been like that, though?

NO.

There's no voice yelling 'Soojin' or no sound of a working hairdryer backing English music with slutty lyrics coming from the surrounding room. But then again, who would be making those noises?

Mom and sis! 

HOLD ON! I don't have a mother or a sister. Right? 

And SOOJIN? Me? That's me?

Ahn Soojin.

No no no no no....What a crazy thought! I must still be half-dreaming. I should open my eyes. SO I DO!

"Where in the hell!" I mutter as I get up again and look around. It's a big, beautiful and expensive looking bedroom. And it's NOT MINE! Where am I?

"IS ANYONE HERE?" I yell out to whoever brought me here. And I keep doing it but no one really responds. Am I a captive? And held here in solitary confinement maybe?

I pinch myself. It's not a dream. I'm very confused. All I know is this is not my room. Not my home. It was not this big— wait, do I even have a home? An address? A name?

NO!

I climb out of the bed. My body feels light. Why? I run to the dressing table and look into the mirror. Just to tear my eyes up. BECAUSE I'M CONFUSED AS HELL!

I only see a good-looking girl staring back at me. Perfectly toned body, just the right amount of curves, glowing, spotless skin and fairly desirable and pretty facial features. For some reason, I feel like I didn't look like this before. What is this weird feeling? I imagine the same reflection with a chubby overweight feature, relatively very low maintenance skin and hair, cheaper clothes and even glasses instead, and that seems fit. The pretty woman in the mirror seems both like and unlike me at the same time. And I am not even sure.

I run out of the room. I see a grand living, an open kitchen and a staircase that goes up; everything looks elegant. There's no one else anywhere. But there's something that catches my attention. In the family living area, there's a photo wall. I approach it and what I see catches me off guard. It's all pictures of me— I mean the woman I saw in the reflection.

 I am TERRIFIED. This feeling is so so bad. I wish I was just drugged and hallucinating, but this all feels so real. Among the photos, there are also certificates. And the name in all of them reads Choi Daisy.

Choi Daisy, my name. My brain signals it out for me, but my heart refuses.

Soojin. Ahn Soojin. It seems more fitting, but I now know, mine is Daisy. Yet it doesn't feel like it. But who is this Soojin and why is the name familiar? Friend? Sister? Mother? Wife? I don't think I have any of the above in the first place.

With teary eyes, I try to run out of the house, but halfway through I bang my legs on the side of the couch and painfully come crashing down onto the ground. And then I give up...

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It's been 2 hours since I've been lying down on the floor. I confirmed it because there's a clock here. I did a lot of thinking. A LOT. It seems like a temporary memory loss. I'm not sure, but I don't have better theories. I hope my theory is right. It will be because I'm good at deducting theories. Oh, how I love reading thriller novels and watching anim— wait, no! I, Daisy, doesn't read books. So, books are boring and I used to do travelling instead?