Whispers from Past |JiKook/KookMin|

~Chosen one~

"Eunseo!"

"Ajumma you scared me!"

"Stop poking boy with stick."

"I will not touch him with my foot!!!."

Someone snorted. 

"He is wearing demon's dress ajumma! Don't go too close!"

"And devil is running around naked! Eunseo-ah, did Minwoo hit you on your head."

"Ajumma the only thing he hits me with is his ignorance. And it hurts more".

Someone snorted, again.

Jungkook woke up a while ago due to constant bickering happening around him. His heart was thumping wild with "pre.I.passed.out.for.third.time.in.two.days" event.

Did he developed some mental disassociative illness due to trauma? He saw Jimin? But how? That cannot be real? But it was real! Jimin... The boy in painting. The boy as shadow. He is alive now! He hardly looked more than 19 years old. Black hair. Sharp eyes. The cute face which still showed baby fat. "Pfft! Getting married when you look like damn kitten", jungkook thought. 

"He is awake. But not opening eyes because of you Noona."

Jungkook startled, opening his eyes seeing none other than Park Jimin. A very smug and living one. "What the fuck?!."

Eunseo shrieked stepping further back. "Ajumma he speaks devil too."

"What is with all this disturbance?" Park Jinsaek appears. 

Everyone bowed in respect. Not Jungkook. He was in dilemma to remember basics.

"He is awake Appa. Now can I go? I have to practise before hyung returns". 

"What's the date?"

"Is this how you speak to your elders without greeting first, eobsneun?" Jungkook was taken aback by sharp words of Jimin. It almost stinged to be addressed as a mere stranger by the person for whom you tried fighting a ghost. 

In future life. 

Not here. 

"Mianhae" He politely bowed. "I know how this past, i mean current situation is surprising. But I need to know the year." he bowed again infront of Parks.

"1943." The eldest one answered.

"That's fucked up even on tae's scale!!!".

"Ajumma he is speaking devil's language again!!!!"

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"What's your name?". Park Jinsaek asked while offering him tea. They were sitting in the same library where Jungkook had one hell of scary experience. In future. 

"Jeon Jungkook, ahjusshi. Please accept my apology for off behaviour earlier. I was...adjusting to new time zone. I mean environment"

Park Jinsaek stayed quite, nodding his head. "With all honesty even I don't know how I am here? I was out phased. But this definitely surpassed my expectations."

The old man smiled.

"As Eunsoe said, indeed you speak funny language, Jungkook-shi" Jinsaek spoke. "Not that I was not expecting it." 

"Ahjusshi I don't know why I am here." He tried answering question.

"I know. One of the biggest mistake one could make is to waste all your time in asking questions, instead of seeking answers."

"What?" 

"You can stay here Jungkook-shi. Feel comfortable. I hope you don't mind but you will be staying in my son's room."

They finished tea in silence. Not knowing what to say. Million questions were running across his mind. Why this all feels strangely relevant. How did he ended up going back to past. What sorcery happened?! 

"The cottage across garden," Jungkook suddenly stopped at door before leaving. "Who lives there?" 

"The chosen one."