7 Steps to a Broken Ladder

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(Please dont kill me😭😭😭its just a story)

You slowly opened your eyes as you found yourself on the ground against the ladder, and you whirled your head to the side and saw the same ladder from before, and memories of the force, the rooms and everything else rushed in and you immediately got up, dusted your hands and clutched tightly your bag straps.

"I should go away from here." You muttered to yourself, took a last glance at the ladder and immediately went away from the restricted area. As each room passed, you fastened your pace by each of your step. When you reached the laboratory the last compartment, you glanced at the materials that you needed for your project but shook your head and sighed, "Stealing is bad.....but I need them." You closed your eyes and walked towards the counter, placed your hand on the two big unusual rods and shoved them into your bag. You opened your eyes, turned, and went to the wall, your hand switched off the light and the shop turned darker than before. You went out and closed the door carefully behind you and strolled ahead, as your eyes looked down in guilt with a small pout playing over your features.

"Why was the shop....if it's a secret place, open like that? There was not even one person to guard it." You muttered under your breath, as a warm bright light finally hit you and you looked up and closed your eyes immediately.

"But it was evening—" You exclaimed but you whirled your head at the other direction to check the intensity of sun and it made your eyes go wide. This was nothing similar to the place Neverpied. Even the sun was smirking in the bright and dusty noon.

Mixed heighted dull buildings, sun too hot and big, the asphalt road damaged with broken lines and cracks and earth over some places making it dusted, the drain stream with dark water laughing at you, saying an invisible hi as you looked away from it, and a few motorbikes with two wheels, bicycles with two wheels, and a few cars in strange round and cylinder shaped with four wheels were visible.

"What place is this?" You asked yourself in disbelief as you shook your head, "It must be a dream," And you looked up again but you got the same sight. "I didn't know hallucinations could be this strong, wake up y/n!" You smacked your head and shook your head and looked up again but the picture in your eyes greeted you no change.

But then something caught your eyes.

Quite afar, was a small LED screen, normally as those you saw on almost every building, but here only one in sight and smaller in size to those in your era, standing high and upright on a rod, showing some familiar faces.

You squinted your eyes and walked towards the screen, as you took careful steps in the new world, the mixed expression of confusion and shock, never leaving your face, the latter increasing with each of your step. As the screen widened in your pupil more, your confusion grew up more that now it was to enroll them in college. Your surrounding was filled in pollution dust and noises of honking cars and shouting lads, but your attention was fixed on the screen which showed you a reporter talking and a still picture beside him.

"Latest news! But what an unfortunate turn of events that its almost the same as before! That BTS are again on the verge of disbanding. Their funds have been declining very badly for the last seven years ever since their debut, and their company shares are all going under loss. People who entrusted their money on the small company Bighit, have turned furious in response. Here is Mr. Park Jihyun, who had brought most of their shares."

And it displayed a middle aged man, "I don't know what they are doing, but I can ensure you that they don't have any future. No one even from them seems to care for so."

"So this was Mr. Park Jihyun with us. BTS' fans are also not so enthusiastic about them and it already looks as if they had lost the hopes from them, and are disappointed for their irregular updates and often absence, less number of songs, lack of creativity in their visuals, which basically says almost everything about the lack of talent in them. But that's not so much to say because they never were able to enter the charts so people now don't even expect much from them," and the screen widened the picture of six young boys and your eyes went wide, in recognition.