victon imagines

seungsik - met by chance

requested by: prikiboi- 

• genre: angst
• concept inspired by - Extraordinary You (2019)
• 2716 words
•  published: 02/05/20
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Y/N's POV
Keyboard clicks echoed through the wide room. I stayed after school, finishing up my codes.

After the last save, I connected the cable from the computer to the robot. I compiled the codes and input them. I plugged out the cable and tested the movements.

At last, it worked. I heaved a sigh of relief.

As soon as the program ended, I placed back all the things and went on my way.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself sitting on my seat once again, as if I teleported. The equipment scattered, and my program restarted.

I looked around to check any suspicious things change. I noticed a boy sitting at the corner, probably doing the same thing as I was.

He looked so busy from typing he didn't notice my presence.

Am I hallucinating? I think I'm just sick.

I thought as I put my hand over my forehead. I stood up and left, about to arrive at the clinic.

I was about to open the door when suddenly I found myself in the classroom in between classes.

I knew there was something wrong with me, I just couldn't piece it out.

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"I frequently had these experiences. I even asked a psychiatrist and he couldn't figure it out either." I explained to my friend, Jiyeon.

"I think you're going crazy," she says twirling her fingers around as an expression.

"I think I am," I wondered, still out of it.

Seungsik's POV

I eavesdropped Y/N and Jiyeon's conversation, and I knew she was already aware of herself.

But I don't think she even knows about my existence, I'm just a mere extra anyway.

No, we are just mere extras.

Soon enough, I have to tell her about this whole comic world. It will be hard to explain, but I have to.

And I had to find a way no matter what.

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As soon as class ended, so did the Stage did. I immediately went to the robotics lab, and as I expected, she was already there. She probably came from Stage that's why she got here so fast.

I wanted to use this chance to talk to her, or much better, get close to her before I explain the things going on.

I tapped lightly on her shoulder and asked: "Uh, excuse me. Could I ask for a little help?"

"Uh, sure. What is it?" She questions.

I asked an almost simple answer so I would get her attention. And I was relieved that she's glad to help me out.