Future Past |Han Jisung| ✔️

One

Jisung groans, stretching his body as he feels the sun shine through his windows. "Shit. I haven't had a good nights sleep like that in a while."

He stretches his arm further and feels the other side of the bed empty. "Y/n?" He lets out. He quickly sat up and sees that there was no Y/n.

He furrowed his eyebrows and immediately noticed something different. His eyes trailed to his chest and jumped when he sees himself shirtless. "Where the hell is my shirt?"

"Wait?" He clutches his blanket before looking under. He lets out a shriek when he finds himself naked. "Did she take my clothes when I fell asleep?"

Jisung lets out another shriek when his bedroom door opens. But that wasn't what shocked him.

"Ry-Ryujin? W-what are you doing here?" His eyes widened to see Ryujin with a glass of water in her hand and half naked with one of his shirts over her.

She takes a seat on the edge of his bed as his hands on the blanket tightened. She chuckles at his state, "Why all of sudden are you so shy? You weren't so shy last night." She teased.

He didn't say anything.

Ryujin chuckles, "Here drink this. You need to hydrate after that party last night." She said.

"Party? What party?"

"Are you still hungover? Yesterday was the last day of winter break and Hyunjin threw a big party. Which was so stupid because we of course have school the next day?" Ryujin shook her head.

'Hyunjin? School?' Jisung thought.

"Well you sober up. I gotta get home and get ready for school." Ryujin rested her hand on the doorway as she looks back at him, "By the way thanks for last night I really needed that distraction. If you need anything you know who to call." She winks before leaving.

Jisung sat there, completely in shock. What the hell was Ryujin doing here? Jisung hasn't heard Hyunjin's name or the word school in 6 years. And where the hell was Y/n?

Finally processing that Ryujin was definitely in his room he looks around and notices that he was back in his bedroom at his parents house.

He grabbed his underwear that was hanging from his lamp and puts it on before walking around the room.

Everything was there when he was still living with his parents but why was everything there and why was he there?

Stumbling to put his clothes on from the floor, which totally wasn't what he wore to sleep last night, he made it out to walk the familiar streets.

This was totally a dream he thought. This all can't be real. But like that morning after Hyunjin's end-of-winter-break party and Ryujin being in his room was definitely a real memory and not a dream his brain could possibly make up.

"E-excuse me, may I ask for the date?" Jisung asks the group of teens sitting at a bus stop. "It's January 7th." One of them said.

"And the year?"

They looked at each other confused then the same boy answered Jisung. "2022."

Jisung stammered his words, "I-uh-um..." He cleared his throat. "Thanks son." He patted the teenager's shoulder which earned him a weird look. But he completely missed it when he clearly remembers this day.

"This can't be real." He said.

...

Of course Jisung just wanted to be sure. He walked into the halls of his old high school and just like his old bedroom, everything was the same as it was.

He was taking everything in and looking at the students who was or, in this case, is his schoolmates.

Not paying attention he stumbled when he almost bumped into someone who was standing in front of him.

His eyes widened. "Y/n. Oh my god." He exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around the girl, letting out a sigh of relief. But the girl didn't have the same feeling.

"Ugh." She groaned before pushing off the boy. "Stop being weird. Other people can tolerate it but I can't." She had a disgust look on her face.

"But you like it when I'm weird." He said.

"Since when?" She furrowed her eyebrows.

"Anyways I didn't come here for chit chat. I just need you to sign this form for your club. Chan graduated and Changbin is out sick so I had no other choice but to find you instead."

Jisung blinked. "Oh. Um-y-yeah." He grabbed the pen from her and signed the form.

She snatched the pen back from him before showing him a small smile. "That wasn't so hard was it?" She then looks behind him and scoffs in disgust, rolling her eyes before walking away.

Before Jisung could react to that he felt someone wrap their arm around his neck, adding a little weight to his shoulder.

"Why is she always uptight all the time?" Hyunjin says as he watches Y/n walk away. "I bet she would loosen up a bit if someone just slept with her."

"What?" Jisung blurted.

Hyunjin lets go of the boy, now walking side by side. "Hey what did you and Ryujin do after sneaking off from my party last night?" He smirks.

Jisung makes a sudden stop when he stares at Hyunjin. He hasn't seen or talked to him in over 8 years. It was so weird seeing him again and it's also weird how, in Jisung's mind, the first conversation they had in years was about him and a girl hooking up.

He continues to stare at the boy and watches how his mouth is moving but no words were coming out. "Um I gotta use the bathroom." He blurted, leaving a confused Hyunjin.

Jisung felt his heart race as he manages to find a empty stall. He quickly locks it and paces back and forth in the small space. "How the hell am I back? Is this real?" He slapped himself in the face and groaned in pain.

He gasps as he comes out of the stall to look at his reflection through the mirror over the sink. He caresses his face when he sees his old- wait, young 18-year-old self. That same glow, the way he wore his hair, and the style of his clothes.

"Okay okay. If this isn't a dream..." Jisung slaps himself again but even harder this time. "Augh." He groans. "Why the fuck do I keep doing that?" He holds his cheek and when he looked up he sees the red mark on his face.

"Holy shit. No way." He exclaimed. "Oh my god wait but how is this possible?"

He thinks back to before this all happened and tried to remember his last memory. "The shooting star." He mutters. "Those things do actually work."

"This is it. This is my senior year, I'm fucking 18 again." He exclaims. He smirks when he admires himself in the mirror. "This has to be the universe giving me another chance."

Jisung points to himself through the mirror, sternly staring at himself. "Don't mess this up again for yourself Han Jisung."

He fixes his jacket, prepping himself to stride down the hallways and relive his glory.