Time ➳ BTS

05 | First whisper of eternity

With each passing moment, the weight of the situation bore down on you like a heavy burden, the unanswered questions swirling in your mind like a tempest. The music playing in the background only served to exacerbate the pounding of your heart, adding to the overwhelming sense of unease that filled the air.

You ran a hand through your hair in frustration, the gesture a subconscious attempt to ground yourself amidst the chaos of your thoughts. The banner before you seemed to mock you, its presence a stark reminder of the mysteries that lay just beyond your grasp.

As you stared at the banner, a sense of incredulity washed over you. Could this be real? The idea seemed preposterous, impossible even. Time traveling? Such things existed only in works of fiction, didn't they?

But as the evidence before you refused to be ignored, doubt crept into your mind, planting seeds of uncertainty that threatened to take root. Maybe this was all just some elaborate prank, a cruel joke at the expense of unsuspecting bystanders.

Yet, even as you entertained the possibility, a nagging voice in the back of your mind whispered that there was more to this than met the eye. The presence of the banner, the music playing in the stadium—it all felt too orchestrated to be mere coincidence.

This couldn't be. This banner shouldn't even exist. Unless...

The impossibility of the situation gnawed at the edges of your mind, threatening to unravel your sanity with each passing moment. Time traveling? It seemed like a concept straight out of science fiction, a fantastical notion that belonged on the pages of a novel rather than in the realm of reality.

The thought of ARMYs, devoted fans of a certain music group, being subjected to such emotional turmoil was enough to send a chill down your spine. The idea of them reliving their own tragedies, their grief laid bare for all to see, was too heartbreaking to contemplate.

And the music—playing in a stadium, no less—only added insult to injury. What kind of twisted individuals would orchestrate such a macabre spectacle, exploiting the emotions of others for their own amusement?

You frantically looked around to try and find Doctor Guk. Maybe he got some answers. "Doctor Guk! Where am I!? Please take me back!" You screamed. Some people gazed at you weirdly but that was the least of your worries right now and you just ignored their stares. Doctor Guk was nowhere in sight. The only thing that stayed was the bracelet he gave you.

You still couldn't wrap your head around the situation. This is too rushed and so much information had to be swallowed first.

Panic surged through you as you desperately scanned your surroundings for any sign of Doctor Guk, your voice rising in a frantic plea.

"Doctor Guk! Where am I!? Please take me back!" you cried out, your words echoing in the open space of the park. The stares of passersby registered somewhere in the back of your mind, but you pushed them aside, your focus singularly fixed on finding the one person who might have answers.

But Doctor Guk was nowhere to be found. The bustling crowd seemed to swallow him whole, leaving you alone with your mounting confusion and fear. The only remnant of his presence was the bracelet he had given you, its weight heavy on your wrist like a tangible reminder of the reality you now found yourself in.

As you struggled to come to terms with the situation, a sense of urgency gripped you. You needed answers, and you needed them now. With trembling hands, you fumbled for your phone in your pocket, the familiar weight of the device a small comfort in the midst of chaos.

With a rush of relief, you pulled out your phone and powered it on, hoping to reach Doctor Guk and end this nightmare once and for all. But as the screen flickered to life, your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you.