Time travel || Wonhyuk

Prologue

For a man of age 25, Wonho was keeping quite a steady pace in life. He had a good job, a cozy home and a bunch of amazing friends he called 'brothers'.

There was just one problem though; he hadn't found love.

Surprisingly enough, his life was boring. Nothing was thrilling. Every day was just a repeat of the previous.  There is just one word to describe it: Bland.

He knew he wasn't young anymore. His youth is slowly slipping from his grasp and before he even realises, he'll be 30. He wanted change.

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It was just like any other day, walking down the same street, breathing in the same cold night air that soothed his senses from all chaos earlier that day. He had just ended his work, and the night was still young. Grabbing his favorite cup of iced Americano from the Starbucks next to his office building, he continued his daily routine of strolling through the streets back home. It was 9 pm, a time where everyone would be at home having dinner with their family or simply spending time with their loved ones. For him, he had his cup ramen waiting for him in his apartment. More often than not, the thought of having a girlfriend would cross his mind and he would then stare at couples down the street fondly, imagining how nice it would be to be in a relationship.

He closed his eyes and sighed contently, letting the cool breeze caress his face. Along with it was a light smell of bougainvilla, sweet and familiar to Wonho. The bitter aftertaste of the coffee lingered in his mouth while the coldness of the drink burned his tongue. This peacefulness that he had always treasured was soon shattered.

It had happened within seconds, the bright white lights and the blaring horns. Someone had pushed him off the sidewalk and before he had the time to react, the vehicle had collided into him. The impact was insane. Wonho felt himself lifted off the ground before crashing down on it, hard. The entire left side of his body was paralysed; he couldn't even lift a finger. The site of the impact hurts like a bull, sharp stings of pain relentlessly tormenting his body. His head throbbed, his brain feeling too big for his skull to contain. His vision had become hazy, yet his hearing senses seem to have multiplied, the sound of the noisy traffic and loud sirens threatened to rip through his head. People had gathered around him, their nosy chattering adding onto the commotion within his head. It was too much, he couldn't think straight.

The end felt near as his body refused to let him feel anything. Numbness engulfed him and all he could do was lay there on the ground, bleeding. There was no pain, no nothing. He tried to find something, anything, to hold onto, to stop himself from slipping into oblivion.

He could hear it; the sound of someone frantically calling for him; someone beckoning him. He needs to go.

Swept into the darkness, he had never felt such lightness in his body. He felt free. So this is what it feels like to die.
Ironically, he had been hoping to experience love before his last moments. Well jokes on him, he's now dead.

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"Oh the knight has awoken! Please call for the royal physician immediately!"

Another commotion. But that was the least of his concerns. A striking pain rested at his abdominal area. His fingers, he could feel them. His breathing, he counted, 12 in a minute.

He was alive.

Opening his eyes, he blinked a few times to get a sense of his surroundings.

Forcing his voice through his dry throat, he manage to croak out a question.

"Where am I?"