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

Chapter 8 - Chris

Hello!! There really aren't any announcements today but did you see Chan's picture above? Why is he so handsome????!!!! ('༎ຶД༎ຶ') I mean... AHHHHHHH
Actually, though, I do have an announcement, next week, as a present for their 5-STAR comeback, I'll be uploading chapter nine on Friday, June 2nd. However, the week after that will be at the normally scheduled time, Sunday, June 11th.
Anyways that's it! Have a great(?) Memorial Day tomorrow (for those who are celebrating it). And enjoy the story!
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My heart stops, breath hitching. Woojin makes a strangling sound in his shock. "Uh-?" It both makes perfect sense and none at all.

I know it's like the hundredth time I've said this but it's literally the definition of today: what is happening?

"Let's give them time to process it, before we jump into questions. Then we'll decide how crazy Yongbok and you are." The younger Seungmin states. He looks indifferent but I can tell he doesn't believe it either, both laid-back and alert. I can only assume he wants to catch us up in a lie, with the way he eyes us. Why, though, I cannot say. Why would we lie about such a thing? Especially when it's something we didn't accept nor expect at first.

A couple minutes later of fighting with my head and I'm ready. To explain. To plan. To whatever. There's no denying the truth here. Felix wouldn't do this much for a prank and no matter how you put it, they're identical to us years ago. Plus, we were all separated, so it is plausible.

...And I kinda want to prove Seungmin wrong. I still haven't lost my playful competitiveness, I guess, especially against my members. Especially with him, our second youngest, Stray Kids' naughty, playful Kim Seungmin.

We could have time travelled to the past and gotten separated on our mad-hatter (A/N: For those who haven't heard of this, it's basically an informal way to say "crazy") journey. By some higher power, by some ancient artefact, by accident. At this point in life with my fellow band mates, I've learned a thing or two about doing the impossible. If anyone could manage to accidentally travel back in time it's definitely us. We are notorious for playing the heavens. And I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing. Maybe it's both... and neither at the same time. Honestly, I just find it impressive.

So that means we're in the past. Oh my god. I mean, how do wrap your head around something like this? Do you say: Okay? Do you say: No way? Not possible? I feel like there should be one of those conversation starter sets about how to reply to this because it's terribly unclear.

Woojin eats happily as he waits patiently for me to finish thinking all of this through. He looks pretty chill with all this, having already sorted it out in his head and accepted it with a seasoned ease I didn't know he had. No wonder I didn't know, I've missed so much of him. So much of his life, his successes, his failures. It breaks a part of me to recognize that. To think about how little I've been there with him. For it to be true.

A bit after Felix broke the news, we all began to feel super cramped in the kitchen so the majority sat in the more spacious living room, while a few stayed in the kitchen to finish their food. I think it was also to give me and Woojin some time and privacy to think.

Two cups of coffee and two plates of breakfast sit in front of us. Felix already had his food and now he's enjoying his third refill of their orange juice. I'm surprised he hasn't just brought the whole jug with him at this point. He quickly down the rest of the glass, frowning and scrunching his nose cutely when he realizes he's finished his drink. Again.

Hastily, he hops up from his comfy chair and rushes toward me and Woojin. Well... toward the kitchen, where we happen to be, eating our food. He pulls the fridge open and takes out the orange juice jug. Pouring nearly the rest of it into his cup, the liquid is almost filled to the brim. He puts the jug back in its rightful place. Sunshine-smiling at me, he skips back over to his seat, albeit careful of the juice cup in his hand.