trapped in a photograph || chenji

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕏 : ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕌𝕡 𝕒 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕋𝕠 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪

Zacharov was at the controls when Jisung hit the recall signal. As he had promised him, he widened the wormhole from microscopic to Normal size. Then he sent the basket down. A minute later he could see the gondola coming back with Jisung in it. his normal scowl had been replaced by a look of intense anger.

"So... you were gone almost the entire night. You had fun... Yes?" He said hoping the look was just Jisung being overly grouchy.

Jisung quickly got in his face and narrowed his eyes, "Fun... NO! You need to check your machine. It was a bit off."

Zacharov backed up with a worried look, "OFF? By how much?"

The Korean rebel huffed and hardened his Jaw, "3 years and 5 months. So instead of the rather festive May 12th, 1937, I got into the rather terrifying, October 9th, 1940. Which as it happened to be— was during the London Blitz. So I got to see a German air raid first hand and let me tell you. NOT FUN. Not fun at all. I even got to see some poor bastard they were pulling out of the rubble on my way back. He didn't look too good. Normally I'd loved to see a dead body. But because of my long night, I couldn't even enjoy it. I spent the entire night sleeping, rather uncomfortably I might add, in a corner of an underground station. and I'm tired, my back hurts and I'm hungry as hell on top of it. So no, I didn't have any fun!"

Zacharov turned white and took a rather nervous sip from the cocoanut he was holding, "Oh... my, I'm I'm so sorry! I... I... need to check the calibration."

Jisung nodded and grabbed the bag of his modern clothes that was in the corner, "Yes... you do that." he said in a rather chilling voice, followed by an equally chilling glare. "Now, I'm going to change, go home, take a shower, eat, down about 10 aspirin and half a bottle of bourbon. Watch N-city's dance practice videos or old live streams, or whatever. Then go to sleep, bye bye..."

Zacharov felt terrible, not to mention he was half scared out of his wits, "Uh... take the next week off with pay while I fix this."

Jisung just grunted and left the room. For the next week, Jisung relaxed and attended his classes as normal. Though his thoughts remained on Chenle, he pushed asides any thoughts of his eventual trip to the 1800s.

he returned to the lab a week later to work. No trips had been planned so Jisung figured he would just run errands, as he did normally.

"So did you get the thing fixed? Because the rather unnerving buzzing which is the sound of a few hundred German Heinkel bombers headed in my direction, is not one I care to hear again," he said abruptly, as he walked into the lab.

Zacharov stood up and handed Jisung a small box, "Yes. A circuit board had failed, causing the calibration to drift. I need to watch that in the future. I also took the time to install a secondary backup. I feel very bad for what I've done and I've got something to hopefully make it up to you. Here."

Jisung looked at the box and opened it. Inside was what looked like a small but old ticket. Pulling it out, Jisung could see it was a well preserved and unused concert ticket.

"You've mentioned that you like Siouxie and the Banshee's a lot. So I found this on eBay and ordered it for you."