dream ticket | jhs

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lights off!

officer min: good day, mr jung!

mr jung: you know what, stop calling me mr jung, call me hoseok. what's your name?

officer min: you can call me officer min! i'd prefer to be called officer min, actually. anyway, what dream shall you have today?"

hoseok: hey officer min...

officer min: yes, hoseok, what is it?

hoseok: do you, do you send different people off to dreamland every day? or is it just me? like, how long do you even work? what is your work even?

officer min: i stand here, and whoever who comes, i give them a ticket and off they go! that's all, really! anyway, the ticket!

picks ticket

officer min: my my you'll be having multiple dreams of different topics! from one dream you'll move to another, each dream lasting for a few minutes, a rough night you got there! off you go!

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you can't change the past. what has happened will happen.

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hoseok pov

"arghh!!"

i woke up to face the ground, hot ground. turning around, i scanned my surroundings. people were chattering around me, some people were pointing at me, some were whispering amongst themselves, some were walking past and stole a glance at me. they were all in uniforms.

a group of boys huddled around me. one was blonde and had a crewcut, the others looks like anime boys. that kind of hairstyle, yeah, whatever you call it. they were all smirking, the blonde dude tossing a basketball in this hand.

suddenly the bald one kicked me hard in the guts, "loser," he scoffed, watching me clutch my stomach in agony. "hey!" he kicked me harder. "get up you weakling!" the others kicked my back. "oWw" i tried getting up only to be pushed down by the blonde dude. they bursted into laughter while watching me fall.

"yah! get off him!" a mint-haired boy pried apart the boys and lifted me up with an arm.

"you guys should be shameful of your behaviour, now go!" he ranted at the boys before piggy-backing me away from the scene.

"yah, min yoongi! catch that pabo!" the boys made a run for said yoongi while he speeds through the school, still with me on his shoulders. we lost track of the boys in an empty classroom.

"hoseokie, are you okay? don't let them bully you okay?" yoongi seated me gently on a table, brushing my bangs to the side to reveal a dark bruise.

"aish, those bastards, come, brother will help you clean it, okay? it will hurt a bit but hang in there." yoongi slowly tended to my wounds wish such care you'd be shock to come from a boy like him.

back in school he was a good kid. his grades were perfect. he never topped the school and never aimed to, he didn't study hard yet he aces his exams with flying colours. he had a simple life, if he wasn't eating, he was either sleeping or writing music.