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You finished off your work at the magic shop, that was to do nothing but stare at the havoc caused in the magic shop of your present, wreaked and broken different from the one you saw last time. You showed Jungkook the rod you brought along with yourself, and brought him inside, showing the ladder and explaining that the ladder itself connects the parallel worlds. Meanwhile the explanation, you saw him tilting his head and scratching his neck as you yourself too, couldn't understand how a simple and broken ladder connected two different worlds. So, you ended up scratching your own head mentally.

"....the ladder is somehow connecting the two realms. I don't know how though." You spoke and let a small pout rest on your lips as you looked at the ladder, with a step broken.

"Never mind, want to go to the temple to wish for our new journey?" Jungkook asked and you nodded, looking at him and you both went out, pulling the mask over your mouth half covering your faces, as you walked out of the alley.

You glanced to your left and right before taking another step for you surely didn't want to end up in a police station, and then explaining there that you weren't even a part of this world, and that most probably the items in your bag would be looking alien to them, even a pen from your world might seem Trinitrotoluene to them.

You saw the world running next to your own, as normal, rather busy, with their own daily chores to finish and go through as cycles hit pebbles on the road, leaves fluttering, flowing away from their abodes to the lake nearby and resting a cold and mild touch and people busy with their own identities to keep safe behind masks. Corona was just an excuse to let the lips make whatever shapes they wanted to.

Jungkook took the right turn, making you going after him as he had his hands shoved inside his pant pockets and you clasping your bag straps tightly. You wondered for a bit what the others might be doing at present as then a thought clicked the icon in your brain that Yoongi went out with you two as well, but in his own direction. But you shook away the thought at once.

It was not more than a one and zero together, minutes that you found yourself strolling up a shallow bushy hill, with dry plants scattered as ruined gardens for there was no light to penetrate to this place because of the tall dry trees, the vegetation was rough and brown likewise, a light petrichor smell that refreshed you and a little yellow spark of the sleepy afternoon to add a touch of life to the deserted hill.

"Is this the place?" You asked as a small, temple shrine came into your view, a kilometer apart amongst the dry plants and grasses and grey trunks, peeking through the narrow branches void of leaves, standing as the abode of God, as people would mark.

"Yes. The Buddhist shrines." Jungkook spoke as the temple approached you two, and both the exterior and infrastructure was coming to in your sight. It was a small grey blue tinted hut, with a red tin roof in triangle shape resting over, and two golden pillars supporting the hut as strong soldiers.

When you finally set your foot in the temple's locality, you saw a lady dressed as a nun, coming out from inside and you stopped for her to approach you. She saw you two and a soft smile rested on her aged features and strolled ahead and came near you. Her eyes looked kind and lips having a gentle smile, welcoming a warm greeting to you knew outlander. She seemed to you, as the first lady who actually greeted you with a warm presence.

"Here to wish for what, my dear?" She asked, her voice giving evidence that indeed her eyes had seen many decades coming to end, low and a bit husky.

You opened your mouth to say something but Jungkook cut you off instead, speaking, "We are about to start a new journey. Please....give us some blessings so that we could at least become more kind and be able to do better." You smiled and nodded at his words and looked at the nun. She smiled once again and closed her eyes, acknowledging his words and thinking pensively about the same.

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