The REPLAY of SKZ: Let's Go Back to Those Times

Chapter 1 - Yongbok

Hello! I know I said that this part wouldn't come out for a while, but I had a little time and decided that getting at least one down would be good! I apologize in advance for the short chapter, but this was really a test for me to see how much I could write with the time I had, and I promise to do my best to write more in the future!
ALSO:
If the text is UNDERLINED then it's the other side of a call
If the text is ITALIC then it's exaggeration or thoughts
If the text is BOLD then it's in English
The name next to a chapter is the POV of that chapter
Without any further ado, enjoy!
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I groaned softly, the sunlight through an open curtain blinding me. Since I was, for some unknown reason, on the cold, hard floor. Shivering, I curled in on myself. The sun may be flowing into the room, but none of that warmth was being brought through the window. Fuck the sun.

Deciding that the cold was too much, I reached over to cuddle with the nearest heat object around, which happened to be Changbin. Or maybe it wasn't? His muscles were less defined. His chest was softer and... unbuilt? Un-bulky? Not the same? Whatever the word was, it couldn't have been anyone else from the group based on his physique. Short, broad chest, comfy teddy-bear. You know, Changbin qualities. Humming an oh well, I snuggled right in. Laying my head on shoulder and wrapping my hands around his torso, I nearly fell asleep right there and then.

That was a mistake though, he groaned in exhaustion and shifted so that instead of his back facing me, it was his chest. I looked up, expecting my Changbin. It was not. There was a moment of shocked silence before an ear-piercing, shrill scream sounded in the room.

He screamed.

Startled from the abrupt noise, I scrambled back, hitting my head on a table, but too frightened to care, I pushed myself against the wooden table further. The padded mat that held nine other bodies, sunk into the ground even more as the roommates shot up from the loud wake-up call.

"Changbin-ah?" Called out Woojin. "Are you okay?" Except it wasn't actually Woojinnie, but a version of him frozen in time back from 2018 of all times. But... that wasn't possible, it couldn't be! That thought was forgotten as Woojin locked eyes with me, his eyes telling a story only Woojin could. Not possible. Impossible.

Fear coursed through me, what if this was a prank? What if it wasn't? Could someone have kidnapped me? A saesang? A crazed staff member? They didn't look like staff members. No, they looked like Stray Kids. Stray Kids years and years ago. No. It's not possible.

Betraying my instincts to run out the door while the men were caught so off-guard. I knew I was in no mindset nor shape to run about in the streets. I was in pyjamas and scared out of my mind. Not to mention a horrid headache coming on. If I ran out now, there's no doubt there'll be some rumour about me hooking up with someone. Or worse. If there wasn't one already, I had no recollection of the night before and I woke up with a bunch of strangers. What did I do last night? Strangers that look suspiciously like my group five years ago. Closing my eyes, I slowly eased my breath away from panic. I heard shuffling and whispers, with my curiosity peaking, I tentatively opened my eyes.

Only to find that only two remained... Chan and Woojin, well what looked to be Chan and Woojin, because no way in hell was it actually. You can't just go back in time.

"Um... sir... I think you should leave. I think I'm right to say that this morning has been a shock for both of us, but we have lives we need to tend to and you're in our apartment." Not-Chan said, it was plainly obvious he was scared, a complete stranger was in his apartment, near his roommates. At least he is letting me leave. And not hurting me.

"R-right! I'm sorry for interrupting your morning! I... honestly don't remember coming here, could you please... you know, tell where I am?" It was admittedly a bit of an embarrassing question to ask, but I thought it was reasonable, considering the circumstances. The weird as fuck circumstances.

"You're at XXX Apartment Complex, on XXX Street, in, of course, Seoul, Korea. Do you need any help?" His voice dripped in concern, something he appreciated in both Not-Woojin and Not-Chan. Maybe we are strangers, but they have good hearts.

"Um... I- just, stay for a couple more minutes, so I can call my friends? Can I call my friends in here? To pick me up? I-if not, it's completely fine! Actually, I'll leave right now!" I went to get up, but I flinched at Not-Woojin's hand coming at my shoulder to sit me back down. I took a deep breath. Stop panicking, you idiot!

Wincing, he started talking, "I'm sorry for touching you, but please, stay, you go ahead and call your friends, while we cook up some breakfast, yeah?" Silently nodding, I reached in my pocket for my phone and quickly tapped on Real-Chan's contact.

It rang not even once before a breathless Chan answered. "Oh thank god. Lix, your the only one to pick up any of my calls. I'm with Woojin right now." A million questions flashed through my head. Only one to pick up? Where is everyone else? Are they okay? And Woojin? Is he okay? Sure there wasn't any bad-blood between Woojin and the group... but why was he there? Did something happen to him? I decided not to voice this last concern, "Only one? I'm not the only one missing?"