Through the Vents [Kim Taehyung F.F.]

Chapter 3

lisa's pov

after excitedly pressing the cool looking hologram button thingy, which sent all three of us into a dark oblivion, i had a terrible headache.

i was completely lost and didn't know how much time went by. i woke up noticing one thing. i felt taller! but also older. it felt nice being tall for once. i took out my phone to check the time. but before i turned it on, i noticed my reflection on the phone. my eyes looked more Korean like.

as i started realizing what was going on, i looked up from my phone and scanned the room around me. bts, got7, and exo posters were plastered on one side of the wall with an unmade bed on the side of the room. continuing to look around, i noticed the turquoise painted walls around me. everything was korean styled.

well I guess the time machine worked. YAY.

from a distance, i believe i heard Amisha's voice say "hello? sung gi? soo yoong?" in perfectly spoken korean. oh hell nah, she did NOT finally learn to fluently speak korean before me. wait why did I think of maria when min chan said soo yoong? WHY DID I CALL AMISHA MIN CHAN? putting these thoughts aside, hearing sung gi, i had the sudden urge to respond to it.

i walked out of my room to see min chan and soo yoong. i mean amisha and maria. i noticed one thing at that moment. i might've been taller, but still the shortest out of them. GOD DAMN IT. putting that aside, i looked more closely at them and i saw both of my friends there, looking more korean like. their eyes, skin tone, and a few other features were all molded into a korean girl's features. this was so confusing. as more thoughts filled my mind, i started remembering these memories. They were all similar to my original memories before the time machine, except it seems to have been 'korean-ized'. I could still remember my original life though.

"i have memories as if i lived in korea my whole life, plus my original one until we used the machine." i grinned, "it worked! it really worked!"

"and, you might know-" maria started. 

"you're related to park jimin." amisha cut a grinning maria off, "yes i know, i'm quite envious."

"what do you mean envious, you work with them!" i laughed, "while me and maria would be in the last years of high school you would be in uni while working with bts and got7!"

"well, i basically taught you high school, i'm the one who has to suffer through university." amisha retaliated.

"but have you noticed we're speaking in korean?" maria asked, "fluent korean. can we still speak english?"

"yes?" amisha said, this time in english, as if it were a question, "though i think we should talk english within the house so we don't forget."

"this is great! we can watch k-drama's without subtitles, understand what our idols are saying-" i squealed like my five year old self, "this is great!"

"yeh, but did you notice the necklaces?" amisha questioned, "they look like part of the screwdriver we used to get in that vent."

"yeh, it must be a reminder." maria smiled, "i like it."

we all nodded, each piece of the screwdriver melted down into a design that hung from our necklaces.

"okay, you two have finals in a few days, go to bed." amisha ordered.

"oh yeh, i'm nineteen, soon to be twenty and ready for that twenty two year old taehyung." i cheered as I made my way to my room, maria following and doing the same.

when i flopped down on the bed, the house's layout appeared in my mind almost as if to remind me;

it started at the entrance of the house which was fairly neat, three pairs of shoes lined up by the door and coats hung up on a rack. If you walked right, through a short corridor, and left turned you would get to the entrance of the kitchen that was clean and the fridge stocked with various korean and american foods, including various junk food that i will later gobble up like a fat ass. if you continued to follow the small corridor, it lead into the dining area that was seated next to the living room. the dining table was short of being on the floor, korean styled, and seated six people, the chairs being soft plush pillows.

continuing on, next to the table was the living room, equipped with a cool looking t.v, a three seated couch that extended out, a recliner chair, and a tiny coffee table. along the wall of the living room was a large bay window, containing seating plush pillows and a fabulous view of south korea's urban area. behind the living room were the bedrooms and bathrooms. to the left was a regular bathroom with a bedroom labeled park soo yoong across from it.

walking straight ahead, there was a smaller bedroom to the left labeled kang sung gi and a master bedroom labeled moon min chan.

Trying to find my own bedroom, i walked into the master bedroom, thinking I was the master and all. Mentally flips hair. I walked in realizing it was amisha's because of the punk rock and k-pop posters. Walking out of the room in disgust after knowing amisha got the master bedroom, I walked into the room labeled kang sung gi and noticed it was the same room I woke up in earlier. I laid on the bed with blue striped blankets and a white pillow as I slowly drifted off into my sleep of annoying snoring.