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

Chapter 2 - Yongbok

"Why don't you join us for breakfast while we wait for your friends?" Suggests Not-Chan. I nod, not trusting my voice. Between my own emotions—how it was heightened to early, and to fear and confusion of all things—and my splitting headache, I'm beyond exhausted, both physically and mentally.

As we make our way to their eating area, I can't help but look around... and realize that I've definitely been—or at least seen—this place before. Probably from the night before, when I broke in, I think, wincing internally at how intrusive I've been with them. And here they are, providing me food and trusting I won't kill them the moment they turn their backs.

"Why is he here?" Not-Changbin asks, his anger prominent, but the light of confusion and fear seeps through. Chan gives him a sharp look that shuts him up.

"So... what's your name?" Questions one of the younger-looking strangers say. Not-Seungmin.

I hesitate, "Um... call me Yongbok." There weren't many Felixes in South Korea, much less Australian-accented Felixes with freckles. Not to mention we are, in fact, the highest rated 4th Gen group. No way am I giving them my English name. "Wha... What about you guys?" I sighed, internally face-palming. But maybe this way I'll be able to actually differentiate them with my group.

Not-Chan smiled from ear-to-ear at that. And pointed to each person to which he linked a name. "My name's Bang Chan, but please, call me Chan," With him smiling so warmly at me, it eased the panic in me... for a few seconds. But the thoughts soon came back at full-force. Not only does he look like my hyung, but his name is the exact same as well? Of course that's my luck.

Pointing to Not-Woojin, he stated that was Woojin. What the fuck? What is happening? His finger now pointed at Not-Changbin. "That's Cha-" Alright. I'm done playing games.

"Let me guess, Changbin?" Chan's eyes widened. "And you, you're Hyunjin?" I look at the next guy.

"Seungmin?" And on it goes.

"Felix?"

"Jisung?"

"Minho?"

Then finally, "Jeongin?"

Every single time I guessed, their eyes became bigger and bigger.

"See?! I told you he's a stalker! He probably thinks we love him!" Changbin once again bursted. I suppose I got their names right then.

Woojin stepped forward, "How do you know that?" He said the words carefully, as if he was afraid I would suddenly pull out a weapon and start demanding things, and he said it sharply, like he would fight me and die before I laid hands on his kids, a fierce protectiveness. The exact way my Woojin-hyung would. I looked around, now knowing exactly where I am. Shit. I'm at our old dorm... with our past selves. My god. What is happening?

"I'm you. Well... not you. But I'm Felix..." Glancing at their faces and appearance, "Roughly five years in the future."

"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"Yeah, get out, saesang!"

"W-wait! It's not like that! It's just..." How do you explain they are your dongsaengs and hyungs, only five years earlier? And have them believe you? "Um... please, wait for my hyungs to arrive... they'll um... explain everything. Please." I turned toward their Chan, my eyes pleading.

He looks at me and I can tell his walls are breaking down. As his eyes flicker between me and who I assume is Past-Me™, he slowly nods.

"Okay. Okay. Only until they explain."

"But hyung!-"

"No Changbin." His eyes grew softer, "It's okay."

And as if the Fates were directly involved, the sound of a doorbell rings through the air.

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A/N: Hello! Yes, I'm alive! Sorry I keep revising the chapters, lol (T-T). And sorry for not actually updating in a bit (read: a long while). I know the chapters aren't the longest at the moment, but I intend to work up length as I write more and more. I hope you enjoyed! :D