Note- Paragraphs in italics imply the pasts.
"Did she leave already?" Yoongi asked as he tilted his head, looking at Jin who prepared bread, eggs and bacon as their usual breakfast, but on an unusual morning. It was the morning of the comeback.
"Yes, she said she wanted to make some beforehand so she left at six." Jin replied as he placed a plate piled under bread slices, and a plate with seven eggs, and sizzling bacon strips.
"But the comeback is at ten right?" Yoongi asked as he glanced at the clock, whose hands were still lingering around 8 and 12, the seconds hand ticking nonchalantly.
"Yeah. She is hardworking, indeed," Jin smiled as he finally was content with the empty plates all placed at their specific abodes, yet filled with the dreams that were to bloom that day with better fruits. Jin glanced at Yoongi as the latter looked back at him, "We should have our breakfast and get ready."
Yoongi nodded.
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"Where were you!?" The manager shouted at the seven with two more figures as pedestrians stood behind them.
"Uh...practicing. Hehe." Jungkook replied as he rubbed his neck nervously.
"Practicing for three whole months, disappeared without a coach!? Do you have an explanation for it Namjoon!" Infuriated, the manager had his eyebrows, nose, and eyes all scrunched as he looked at Namjoon with a determined rage.
"Three months?" Namjoon questioned as he looked back at him, confused. He surely knew the manager was angry but the reason walking behind it, did not even care to enter his mind. He had no idea.
"Of course for three months. It is October already and tomorrow is your comeback! 10th October!" The manager exclaimed, now with a more gentle tone but a shouting shock for the others, otherwise.
"Tomorrow is the comeback!? And it is October already!?" Jimin looked at Namjoon with as wide eyes as it could be possible for him, though everyone admired him, especially for his pretty small eye smiles.
"Let me explain," Yunaey stepped forward and started, "The time there moves way faster like one day there is equal to three months here."
"We just practiced for one freaking day!? Like only a damn day! And you said we would be able to improve ourselves a lot there. Was this all your doing huh? Tricking us to there, eating our fucking time reducing it to only a single day, now saying it is equivalent to three months here! What was your stupid plan, that you plotted all this time huh!?" Yoongi let out, at one go, his usual and a normal self, when instilled.
"Calm down." Yunaey said as she looked firmly at him.
"Yeah fucking calm down. Tomorrow is our comeback, for which we dreamt of countless days and nights, thought of putting all our efforts into it in the remaining time, improving ourselves even more with each moment, and now you say, to calm down. Do you think your plan succeeded in doing it? Because I don't. And it has not." He replied, crossing his arms and turning around.
"I know there, the time moves faster, but the place has a special effect too," Yunaey said calmly as she looked at Namjoon, in thought of trying to convince him, instead of the other raged rapper.
You, too, couldn't comprehend well like how things took a turn of 360, with no idea if it was for the better, or the worst you could imagine.
"Yeah why not, say you will add some ribbons and glitters on our stage tomorrow." Yoongi commented.
Yunaey ignored him as she went on, "The efforts you put there, are already amplified here. Now if you practice for once, you can see for yourself."
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