Cross-Dimensional || BTS

III

<If He Could Wake Up From This Bizarre Dream>

»——•——«

Jimin was losing his fucking marbles.

His aunt had always said to perceive every situation from every angle possible. Such was the only way to know the absolute truth.

Yet no matter how much he twisted and turned each fact, fiction overwrote it like nothing. Every single logical conclusion had been thrown out the window the minute he heard the wrathful voice of the woman on the other line. 

"Jimin! I've been trying to get you guys all morning- why aren't you answering your phones?!"

It was insane. 

Stuck inside this flat with six other strangers who were just as clueless as he was, it was insane. And to make matters worse, one of them left. Nobody knew the repercussions and no one was going to chance it either, but he left anyway. Goddammit, he wanted to curse. 

Worst of all, this strange woman seemed to know him, personally. And, he guessed, the others as well. What is this? A sick joke?

"-Hello?" The voice droned out, "Are you even freaking listening?! I swear you're gonna get my ass fired!" She growled on the other line.

Shell shocked, Jimin spoke tentatively, "Um, sorry... what were you saying?"  He was determined to fish out some answers from her.

He could almost feel her rolling her eyes, and decided that he didn't like this lady. "You idiots have practice today, and you're still lounging around, picking your asses, while I'm getting yelled at by Sejin."

Who the fuck was that?

"...Who?" He squeaked, baffled at what he just heard. Practice? What kind of practice? And the others seemed to be involved too. 

The line went silent for a moment. 

"I'm on my way over there. Don't do anything stupid, yeah? Tell Namjoon that we'll need to have some words."  The call ended, and Jimin was left with the expectant stares of the others in the room.

"Who was it? Our kidnapper?" One of them voiced out the lingering question. Jimin swallowed thickly, seeming uncertain. That conversation only opened more questions than answers. 

"I'm... I'm not sure," He said, awkwardly shuffling his feet. His hands were unoccupied and it bothered him now, having no clue what to do with the appendages but fiddle with his shirt.

"What did they say?" Seokjin, questioned patiently; Jimin could see the fury buried deep beneath his dark irises.

"They said something about... uh practice and that she needs to talk with Namjoon."  

The man with glasses seemed to perk up at the last statement. "They know my name?"

"Our names. I'm not sure what is going on myself." Jimin admitted himself.

"Great. Just great. We might actually die, and y'all are gonna be the last faces I'll see. Can't say I'm too happy with that development." The one dangling on the window sill muttered dryly.

"Nobody is dying," the man called Namjoon, shot him a 'shut-the-hell-up' look.

"Yet." He countered with a wicked grin. 

"Hey, let's just not fight, okay?" The overly bubbly one nervously laughed. "Let's introduce ourselves. Since we're kinda stuck together for a while. I'm Taehyung- nice to meet you guys," he waved patheticly. 

"Namjoon," the man with glasses stated.

"You already know who I am," Seokjin muttered more to himself.

"I'm Jimin."

"And I'm Lord Farquaad. Together we're the Power Rangers." The man, who Jimin decided that he didn't like as well, gave a close-eyed smile.

"Can you take this seriously?" Namjoon said in a calm, professional tone. Piercing him with an intense gaze.

The man tilted his head innocently, " I am being serious." He stated matter-of-factly. 

The two stared at each other for what seemed like hours, neither willing to break eye contact. He seemed completely apathetic to Namjoon's growing rage and the tense atmosphere in the room.

His lip twitched, "If you keep looking at me like that, I might blush." 

"This isn't the place!" Jimin yelled, exasperated by the idiot's antics. He looked at Jimin and winked. Jimin sputtered, the tips of his ears growing red. He glared at the man, who looked completely amused.

He placed a finger on his chin, pretending to contemplate. Humming to himself. That bastard.

"Well, if you two handsome fellows keep insisting," He flashed a wicked grin, "my name is Hoseok." 

Jimin wanted nothing more than to choke him at that moment.

»——•——«

The first thing Yoongi saw on the busy streets of Seoul was a fat poster with his face and the other strangers plastered brightly on a skyscraper. They were huddled together, grinning ear to ear like idiots. One might say they were friends, brothers even. The way they were comfortable with each other was something Yoongi had never seen with himself. Ever.

Downright horrified, that was his expression and initial thought process. It caused several people to shoot him questioning glances, but he would rather ponder on how many times he saw his own face in posters. On vehicles, shops, side walks, hell some people had shirts with his face on them.

He didn't really want shirts with his face on them.

Shit.

'BANGTAN SONYEONDAN', was slapped in his face in bold, bright letters. His face was free from the scars, and he looked thinner. He was dressed in brighter colours than he ever had the right to own.

Shit.

He seemed shorter too.

Fuck fuck fuCK-

Ultimately he looked genuinely happy.

The man on the billboards wasn't him.

And this place wasn't his home.

Luck wasn't on his side, it seemed. In his midlife crisis he met eyes with a complete stranger, and to his horror- she squealed. 

"OH MY GOD- IT'S MIN YOONGI!"

"Fuck!" He cursed loudly, making a beeline back to the apartment as a crowd suddenly started to follow him. The crazy people were screaming and flashing their phones like he was some endangered species they never saw. 

He had no idea how. He couldn't even comprehend why-

But something told him that he was far away from home.

And he wouldn't be going back anytime soon.

The epiphany reached him before the screaming mob did, fortunately.

»——•——«

A/N:

Lmao Yoongi got mobbed by a bunch of fans. I shouldn't be cackling to myself, even though it was funnier in my head. 

What do you think would happen next?

Who was the woman on the phone? 

Who are these BTS doppelgängers?

Find out in the next episode of Dragon Ball Z-

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