"I died!?"

 ~ Taehyung ~

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Taehyung's POV

Beep Beep... Beep Beep... Beep Beep...

The scent of lemons and dirt tingled my nostrils as my brown eyes slowly fluttered open.

However only the sight of a white ceiling caught my attention.

Beep Beep...

However a couple seconds later a women leaned over looking at me.

Her mouth opened slightly in shock as I looked back at her.

"Sungho! Sungho!" The ladies soft dainty voice called looking over into the distance.

A few seconds later a male wandered over and looked at me.

His expression was the same as the women's in front of me.

Before a big smile appeared on his lips.

The women had beautiful brown hair and the male had dark black hair with black glasses on. Both of them wore white coats and had name tags on them, however the words were blurry.

They looked older then me though, possibly in their 40s.

"Kim Taehyung, can you hear me?" The lady questioned me.

"Can you speak?" The male asked me.

"Yes are you a goop!?" I uttered with an unsteady voice.

Both of them smiled before they jumped into each others arms happily.

"What does goop mean by the way?" I heard the women whisper too the male.

"Mean's a stupid person" He said quietly back to her.

How doesn't she understand what I said? It's the basic language. Maybe she is a foreigner?

But where was I?

"Can you remember anything Taehyung?" The women asked looking at me.

My memories seem to be a mess...

Crash!

Blood.

Lot's of blood.

Oozing blood.

Dark red blood.

My hand covered in my own blood as a women dashed in front of me when everything went hazy.

"The last thing I can remember was lying on the concrete after a car hit me" I said with a sigh while still staring at the white ceiling. 

Were they doctors?

They don't seem to dress like doctors...

Maybe I've been asleep for a long time, in a coma maybe?

"Oh that's how you got that wounded" The lady said now looking at my exposed waist.

Am I naked!?

If she's a doctor... Wouldn't she have known the reason I was injured?

"Where am I?" I asked.

The room went silent.

"Ah, theirs not an easy way to explain everything actually" She said while scrunching her nose up.

"May we sit you up and have a chat with you?" She asked politely even though I was feeling slightly paranoid with her ignoring my question.

I carefully nodded my head and she called Sungho and some other male over to help me sit up.

However the other male shortly left after.

"Firstly, Hi, I'm Park Seojun and this is my partner Park Sungho" The women said sweetly.

My eyes looked around the room.

It was white room, however their was loads of beautiful plants in the room.

I saw orchids, daffodils, poppies and lemon trees scattering the room in wooden barrels. 

But aren't hospitals about being clean and sterilization?

Not to mention massive machinery lay around the room but for what purpose in a hospital, I have no clue.

I'd never even seen pieces of machinery that looked so well designed and fully functional. 

This doesn't look like a hospital...

Their were tools everywhere. One's that you'd use to fix a car or house. Who would have a mechanics tools in a hospital?

"We are scientists" The lady said which made my entire expression change.

I still remember the day I turned 18 where I got my drivers license and ticked that I would give my body too scientists if I... Died.

"I died!?" I gasped in shock.

My hands felt over my bare body except for a small blanket covering my crotch.

She bit her lip nervously before Sungho answered.

"Yes. You lost too much blood, ah but now we have technology and have managed too bring you back to life" He said with a smile.

Now we have the technology?

"What year is it?" I said now feeling sick. My stomach was churning and my mind was spinning with thoughts.

My studies. I worked so hard to study at the arts academy, but I died. Did I miss my chance!?

"1930? 1940? 1950?" I asked panicked.

"Taehyung please, I know this is hard to comprehend but you need to calm down because we are not sure about your condition yet, we still need to run some tests" The women suggested to me.

"1960?" I asked ignoring her.

"It's 2016" Sungho answered.

I laughed unsteadily.

No it couldn't be...

"You are joking right?" I said now taking deep breaths.

My artworks, they are all likely gone.

And my family will be... Dead.

My friends... Dead... Everything normal that I will remember will be gone...

"I'm not joking" He told me.

"Would you like something to eat Mr Kim?" I heard a new voice say.

My eyes traveled too a young women who walked into the room.

Fuck are they rich?

Who are all these other people? 

Are they other scientists in some crazy scientists lab!?

"No thanks. Look can you please end my life again. I'm sorry but I don't want to live now. I wanted to live my life bloody 100 years ago" I said looking at the women and male in front of me after I turned down the women at the doors offer.

"Kim Taehyung you have been our first successful patient ever. Plus you only likely want to die because you think their is nothing here in this time period for you" Mr Park stated.

"Junghee out" Mr Park commanded to the women at the door a second later.

She left closing the door.

"Well what could be here for me now?" I asked looking down at the small blanket that covered my private parts.

I seem to be pissing him off slightly which probably isn't smart.

I should be more grateful but I just don't want to be here now in this time period.

"Art" Mr Park said.

"I did do some research about you, your artworks quite frankly are phenomenal Taehyung" The man said taking a seat on a black desk chair next too my bed.

I snickered.

"I bet art has changed quite a lot since then" I said rolling my eyes.

"Of course their is new types of art however your style of art is still around" Mr Park told me.

My heart danced, art is my happy place.

It's where I can be creative and put my own emotions out onto through colours.

"But, I wouldn't have a family nor friends anymore" I said feeling tears form in my eyes.

They started to slip down my cheeks as I imagined my parents grief and despair when they found out about my death.

And my dare friends; Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, Kim Seok-Jin...

They would have been terribly upset.

"Marvelous, he can still cry" Sungho said putting a capsule up to my eye.

Man this guy doesn't even care...

My tears dripped into it and he walked away with the capsule.

"About that... Taehyung, we have a purpose for trying so hard to bring someone back to life" Mrs Park said to me now alone.

I raised my eyebrow at her.

"In debt for bringing you back to life, you can have your own room in our house, also eat, drink and sleep here. You can even focus on your art works here. Even once you start to get used too our time line, we will take you out and show you the world. But as repayment for us bringing you back to life, we want you to be friends with our son" She said with a sigh.

I blinked thinking about it.

My own life only in a different timeline.

I can have a place to stay, food, water to drink and live my life with the career I dreamed for, only at the price of being friends with someone... Doesn't sound bad nor too hard.

I also get a friend in this timeline and possibly a family if I'm always around this family.

But why could they be bringing someone to life just for someone to have a friend? Making friends isn't that hard? Maybe he's a trouble maker so is constantly losing friends?

"Wait, your telling me I died in a car accident 100 years ago but you brought me back to life and as repayment, you want me to be friends with your son?" I asked checking the details.

"Yes" She said nervously twiddling her thumbs.

"What the heck, okay I will do it" I said which created a huge smile on her face.

"Junghee!" Mrs Park called.

The same younger women rushed back inside.

"How much time do I have to prep Taehyung for his encounter with Jimin?" She asked.

Her son's names Jimin, alright, I will keep that as a mental note.

But prepare me for what?

"Ah until his next accident, the likeliness of a day ma'am" She said holding something thin and smooth in her hand.

She tapped it like it was showing her something.

Damn is she a mathematics nerd!? Or maybe that massive thing in her hand was a new version of a calculator?

But accident? What kind of accident are they talking about?

"Shit, okay. Please get something for Taehyung to eat as I have such little time to teach Taehyung everything about this century. You can do your own research in the past when you have your downtime about the 1900s" She said ushering Junghee away.

Does friendship in 2016 mean job?

Because she is treating my friendship with Jimin as though I'm working.

What the fuck is this shit show!?

Won't Jimin know I've been brought back to life!?

These scientists are sneaky, they seem to be playing some sort of a game. Something mysterious is happening and I want to work out what's going on sooner rather then later when I'm around these crazy mad scientists....

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