Love Empire|Yoonmin

Flashbacks

"What's that noise?"-Jimin groaned as he was woken from his sleep due to creaks and chain noises.
He sat up while rubbing his eyes, feeling more tired than ever only to see that he was in a carriage along with other males. He couldn't believe his eyes.

*FLASHBACK*
It was a quiet Sunday evening, and Jimin surprisingly had decided to take a walk along the Han River. He was sad, disappointed, not happy with his life. Three years ago, Jimin was a boy full of hope, cheerful and undefeated. What had happened to him? Where did all those dreams go, all of a sudden?  What had he become?

While lost in his thoughts, rain started to pour on Jimin. For once he felt...clean, not physically but pride wise. He knew that what he had done, couldn't be forgiven, let alone his soul be cleansed, but a human can dream...right? Wrong.

Hours had passed, and Jimin had fallen asleep in a bench, dreaming about his thoughts, only to wake up to think about his dreams. He rolled off the bench, unconscious, he fell into the river.

He didn't react, he didn't bother swimming. Just like his body, his mind drowned, not in a puddle of water, but in guilt. He once again fell asleep, this time deeper. But these sudden wake up-s were pissing him off. He woke up to two men holding him by his arms, while dragging him to a carriage with two horses. They threw him in and for the third time that day, he closed his eyes, and let his mind wander off, thinking that this might be just a dream inside his own imagination.
*END OF FLASHBACK*

Jimin couldn't come to terms with this reality, with his surroundings, with his mind even.
He saw countless men lying on the wooden floor, some seemed dead, and some might've been. Most of them looked like asians, while others were pure white. He couldn't take it anymore.

He leaned his head towards a small window and peeked through it. That place seemed odd, and definitely not like Seoul.

"For how long have i been sleeping?" he directed the question to who ever was capable of answering.
"21 days" a who seemed to be a young male, answered. "You were about to drown, but these bastards couldn't even let you die in peace, at least"
"Excuse me?" He blinked, as confusion ran through his mind.
"Oh, unless you wanted to be saved" the guy said, unamused.
"I didn't" Jimin answered.
"Too bad. What's your name?" The blonde guy asked him.
"Im Jimin. And you are..."
"Taehyung. Kim Taehyung." The boy stretched his hand out to shake Jimin's." Where are you from pink head? Wait actually how is your hair pink?"
"I-im from Seoul." Jimin stuttered.
"Where is that?"
"Uhm South Korea, it's its capital... And what do you mean with how is my hair pink? Haven't you heard of hair dye?" Jimin said with a duh-look on his face.
"South Korea? What are you on about? There's only one Korea, and its capital is Wiryeseong" Taehyung said, feeling a little bit intimidated by the pink haired male. "And what's hair dye?"
"Bro, have you been living under a rock?"
"Bro? What's that?"
"You're weird" Jimin said while looking through the little window. "Where are we headed?"
"Istanbul" Taehyung said, while placing his chin on his knuckles.
"ISTANBUL?? What?! Why?! Who the fuck is taking us there?! Call them out i wanna go back!" Jimin panicked, feeling sick and tired. Sick of being clueless of what was constantly happening to him and tired of people dragging him in places he had no idea he was going.
"Keep quiet!" Taehyung hushed him.
"No I won't! Tell me why are these people taking us there!" Jimin scream-whispered, actually a little bit scared by Taehyung, while he had no idea Taehyung was panicking himself.
"These people are sultan's people. We are being taken to the Yeniçer soldiers, or at least some of us are..." Taehyung explained.
"Sultan? What's a sultan??" Jimin panicked.
"A sultan is a turkish king Jimin" Taehyung rolled his eyes.
"A king?! Excuse me, what year are we in?" Jimin was about to lose his patience.
"1760." Taehyung answered, with an unbothered look on his face.
" 1760?! PARDON? Last time a checked, i was a college student of 2018. What the actual FUCK?!" Jimin started shouting, making all the other men stare at him, like he was a psycho or something. At that point Jimin didn't care. He was confused, scared and tired.

"Pardon? So you know turkish? Thank god at least we won't start from zero" Taehyung said, totally ignoring the fact that Jimin just confessed he was from a whole other timeline, further away from the sultan era. He didn't want to believe it. Not the fact that Jimin was from the future, oh no, he didn't buy that. He didn't want to believe, that the only male who was being somewhat nice to him,was a total nut job, a psycho,crazy. He had to deal with it though. He didn't want to be lonely.
"Did you just ignore my questions?" Jimin said while annoyance was on its finest level.
"You'll get used to it" Taehyung said with the unbothered look making a comeback on his facial features, making Jimin shut his mouth. Somehow the blonde male had an effect on Jimin. He couldn't quite understand why.

The time went by slowly, really slow. Jimin was quietly sobbing, while Taehyung stared at him, disgust written all over his face.
Suddenly the carriage stopped and the doors opened, shedding light on Jimin's pastel pink hair.

Hope you liked this chapter. Again sorry if i made any mistakes, but i hope I'll improve as the story goes on.
Love y'all💕.