"Good morning, lovebirds~"

A soft familiar voice reached your ears, one that you hadn't heard in what felt like ages. It was the same voice that would sing you lullabies to sleep - the same one that cried on the day of your wedding day as you told her not to, or your makeup would mess up. It was the voice that you had longed to hear, one you hadn't called in ages.

The sound of the curtain rings scraping against the curtain bar filled the room right after, the rays of sun seeping into your room in an instant. It left your eyes fluttering open from your slumber, blinking a few times to adjust to the change in brightness.

Your gaze fell on a figure staring out the window for a moment to admire the bright day outside before turning to you, her smile warm and loving.

"Mom?" your morning voice croaked at the sight of her, your head lifting off of the pillow to squint and make sure it was actually her.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you mean what am I doing here, silly. I came to wake you up for lunch, since the both of you slept in for breakfast." she chuckled near the end, turning towards your desk and arranging the pencils that lay across it. "Your father hasn't gone to work yet, so I was hoping that you both would at least show up for lunch."

Your brows furrowed, trying to piece together the information while still in a haze. It left you wondering why she was in your home so unexpectedly.

You watched her turn towards the wall decorated with polaroids which hung from a connected string, random taped quotes surrounding them on the wall.

"Is this one new? I haven't seen this one before." your mother pointed towards a polaroid, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight.

You had to squint to make out the picture she indicated, catching sight of yourself smiling at the camera as Jungkook made a duck face over your shoulder, the both of you swimming at the edge of a swimming pool.

Your brows met at the center once more, growing confused about the picture. You couldn't remember ever seeing it before, and it definitely wasn't recent.

You slowly sat up, leaning on your elbow as you took the scene in, feeling something slip off your hip. Your head snapped to the body that lay right next to you, chest rising and falling at a slow pace as his lips remained parted.

He never slept that close to you. At least not anymore.

Your heart rate began to increase as you let your eyes trail around the room, your breathing beginning to shallow as you tried to piece together how you got there.

It wasn't your bedroom. At least not the one of your current home.

It was the one you grew up in, the one that you slept in for the first 18 years of your life.

It was your bedroom. The one that belonged to you and your childhood.

"Anyways, I'll be heading downstairs now. Make sure to wake up Jungkook before you come downstairs. I want everyone at the table," your mother spoke as she made her way towards the door, disappearing beyond it once leaving the room.

You didn't know what to feel in that moment. Your heart raced further the longer that you gazed around your room. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you couldn't stand the silence that surrounded you and turned to the man that lay in the twin bed, next to you, still sound asleep.

You shook his shoulder with trembling hands, listening to the way that he groaned while lazily fluttering his eyes open.

"What?" he grumbled with a hoarse voice, a bothered look on his face as he shut his eyes right after to attempt to sleep once more.

"Jungkook," you spoke his name, hearing him grunt in reply.

You needed him to wake up. You needed him to confirm that you weren't losing your mind. How could you be in your parents house when you had just fallen asleep in your own home?

"Jungkook!" you finally gritted, watching him finally open his eyes with a glare.

"What time is it?" he asked, a look of irritation spread across his face before he closed his eyes once more.

"Almost twelve."

Your husband's eyes snapped open and he instantly pushed himself up with sudden adrenaline.

"I'm late," he gasped, getting on his feet before you could say another word, only to come to a halt. He took a small step back once taking in his surroundings - coming to the realisation that this was indeed not your home in downtown Seoul, but rather the bedroom where many past memories had been made.

Memories from ten years ago.

Doing a full 180, his eyes finally landed on your own, confusion and shock written on his face.

"This is your room," he spoke, his brows furrowed, "Why are we in your room?"

"I don't know." you answered quickly, looking away and pushing off the comforter to stand on the other side of the bed.

Breathing out in clear frustration, he raked his fingers through his hair.

"I need to call my boss," he muttered.

You crossed your arms and let out a snort, facing away from him as he searched for his phone.

"What?" he snapped, glaring at you as he uncovered the bedsheets to look for his phone.

"Just you know, the fact that the first thing you think of is work when we're mysteriously in my parent's house in Busan. Nothing else, just work." you spoke nonchalantly, listening to him let out a scoff.

"I'm sorry for trying not to get fired." he answered back, the entire bed now a mess.

Of course. It seemed like the only thing that mattered to him now.

You rolled your eyes as he continued his search through your bedside drawer, the thought of Minji crossing your mind.

"Jungkook, where's Minji?" you asked him, watching his actions still before gazing your way.

"I don't know."

Your brows furrowed as your lips pressed together to form a frown.

Maybe she was with your parents, considering you had seen no sign of her ever since you woke up.

You walked around the bed, heading towards the door and leaving your room. You headed towards the staircase that led to the main floor, a moment of nostalgia hitting you.

You hadn't visited your parents in so long, partly because Jungkook was always so busy that you just hadn't gone.

Your eyes landed on your parents in the kitchen, Jungkook following you from behind.

"Mom," you called out for her and she turned her attention to you from the tea she was pouring into her mug. "Have you seen Minji?"

"Minji?" she asked, locking eyes with your father for a moment, who had fully turned to you from the head of the kitchen table. "Who's Minji, honey?"

Your breath got caught in your throat, your heart beginning to race.

Jungkook stepped forward from behind you.

"Our daughter, Minji," he answered to clarify, only to watch your mother gasp and cover her mouth. There was a moment of dead silence as both your parents stared at the both of you, both in confusion and surprise. Your mother was the first to break the silence by stepping forward.

"Y/n, are you pregnant?"

Your heart sank.

"Mom, no-"

"Be honest with us. Are you pregnant?" your father cut in this time, standing up from his seat at the table, the look on his face serious.

"I'm not pregnant, dad. We're just looking for Minji, we haven't seen her the entire morning."

"Honey, we don't know what you're talking about. Who's Minji? Is this a prank you're pulling off on us?" your mother's face was stern, mirroring your father's. You took a moment to glance up at Jungkook who seemed just as confused.

"It's a prank isn't it." she huffed and placed a hand over her heart. "You two scared the heck out of me. For you to be pregnant at eighteen, that would have been horrible."

Eighteen..? You weren't eighteen. You were far from eighteen and married with a three year old daughter that you knew your parents were fully aware of.

"C'mon you two, sit down. No more pranks for today." Your mother went back to pouring hot water into her tea as you hesitantly stepped forward, sharing glances with Jungkook. He sat down next to you at the table, both of you receiving a few suspicious stares from your father for a moment.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, letting your gaze fall onto the T.V that played in the corner of the kitchen.

Something just wasn't right.

"Today the president has officially announced that the elections will be taking place October seventeenth, 2020. As of the fifteenth, voters will have the chance-"

Your breathing came to a moment's halt, your lips parting open as you listened to the female news reporter announce the dates of the upcoming elections. Or should you say, the one from ten years ago?

"Dad?" Your father hummed in response, too absorbed into listening to the news as he began piling some food onto his plate.

Jungkook gave you a side glance, as if curious to hear what you were about to say.

"What's the date of today?"

"The 26th." he answered just as your mother came to sit across from you with her mug.

"Of what?"

"June."

You were becoming impatient. He wasn't giving you the answer you were looking for.

"And the year?" you pushed, receiving looks from everyone at the table.

"Honey, are you alright?" your mom asked in concern.

"I am. I just need you to tell me what year it is."

"It's 2020."

It couldn't be, yet it all made so much sense.

For a moment your whole body stilled, taking the information.

It was 2020.

Suddenly standing, you took Jungkook's hand, dragging him with you to the bathroom near the entrance of your home, ignoring your parent's calls. Once the both of you were inside, you closed the door and locked the handle. Only when you had taken a step back did you notice your hands were trembling.

Turning around carefully, your eyes met your husband's. Or should you say, your future husband?

Jungkook leaned on the wall across from the sink, his eyes travelling from yours to the floor.

"This can't be real," he muttered.

Unless it was. It was nothing like a dream. Everything was way too vivid and real. You couldn't be dreaming, as much as you wished you were.

"They don't know Minji, Jungkook. What do we do? Where is she?"

"She doesn't exist." he breathed, the single sentence making your heart shatter.

Your daughter didn't exist.

You slid to the floor, your hand covering the cries that threatened to come out. Jungkook joined you on the floor, his hands raking through his hair as he stared off into space, emotionless.

"We woke up in my old bedroom, my parents don't know Minji, they say we're eighteen, and it's 2020." Your words hung in the silence following right after.

You glanced his way, your silent tears particialy blurring your eyesight, yet his features were still noticeable.

He looked so different; so much younger.

His jaw line wasn't as prominent as it was when you were both 28, his cheeks a bit fuller as well. At first you had decided to ignore these details because it seemed so wrong. But now it all made sense.

A face that looked just like him, but not your twenty-eight year old husband that you knew. His hair was longer and currently dishevelled, his features not as sharp but eyes still just as round.

But those eyes didn't look at you with love anymore.

You were both back to eighteen and fully conscious of your 28 year old selves and daughter. You weren't married anymore, and your empty ring finger proved that. You were simply dating.

Jungkook stood up abruptly, startling you in the process. You noticed the tears in his eyes as he seemed to realise something. You stood up to stare.

"Jin hyung." he muttered before pushing past you and leaving you all by yourself in the washroom.

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So normally I try and resist publsihing a chapter more than once a week just so things don't get out of hand and I have time to write, but this was a friends request and I just couldn't say not to her :,)

This is for you btsfangurl_7 ♡♡