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I heave in a breath in such a dramatic way, the tightness in my throat keeping in any sounds as I sit up in my bed with a jolt.

Pebbles of sweat are falling down my warm forehead, reaching my eyelids as I try to blink them away.

I look around my room, everything seemingly as usual. A crushing pain on the sides of my head strikes, making my eyes water. I lean back on the wet sheets, squeezing my eyes shut, my hands on the sides of my aching head.

As my breathing normalizes, I release the air from my lungs, my chest deflating.
My eyes opens, the sudden realization hitting me hard almost punching out the air of me once more. One of my cold hands reach for my mouth in shock as I glance around the room once more.

Where is he?

My mouth opens agape as I wince my eyes shut once more, trying to remember what happened.

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"Care to explain this?"

My mouth is on the floor, my frantic mind trying to put together a lame excuse to Taehyungs found.

The purple book is firmly placed between his delicate fingers, his brows furrowed questioning. Next to him is what I've been looking for this past month, the golden clock almost mocking me at it's placed in the firm palm of Taehyung.

I swallow thickly.

"I— I can explain," I let out, but he gives me no time to make up something in my suddenly pounding head.

"You sure? Cause this looks really messed up, Jia. . . These drawings are dated years from now."

He shakes his head a bit, his fingers flipping through the thick sketch-book, drawings of him and Yoongi flashing by his dark eyes together with some unknown faces.
Dated in the far future. 

"What is this? Tell me the truth." He continues, his eyes darting to my trembling frame in the middle of the room.

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out.
It's like my voice it caught in the back of my throat, begging to release into the open, but is forcefully captured by my chaotic anxiousness.

Taehyung shift in the bed, his eyes filling with disappointment to my silence. He scoffs before rising from the soft bed, his movements so fast I barely register that he's about to leave me.

It's when his stronger body passes mine that my smaller hand grips onto his wrist that makes him stops in his tracks. He freezes feeling my vague touch, swallowing as he turns to me.

Glimmering eyes staring into his, my watery tears threatening to leave the corner of my eyes any time.

"Please— just let me explain." I sniffle, my eyes begging for him to listen to me.

He opens his mouth to object, but his brown eyes tells me otherwise. In a fast blink his eyes softens — the usual stare of my caring friend back again.

He releases a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Fine."

I gasp before nodding slowly, blinking in confusion on how to put it out to him.

He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back on the beige wallpaper behind him, raising his eyebrows for me to speak.

My breath comes in sharp pants, the suffocating air in the room almost making it feel like I'm drowning. I pace from one side of the room to the other, my lips trembling as I face the anticipating man a few feet away from me.

"I'm not from here—"
My voice is shaky and I take in a deep breath as I try to gain back my voice.

Taehyung simply raises his brows even more at me, but his eyes shows an inkling of worry as he sees my current state.

He nods curtly, wanting me to continue.

"I— I got that golden clock from my sister and I— somehow managed to. . ."

I point to the source of all of this before closing my eyes in frustration, the tears building up in them once more.

That's when I feel a soft pair of hands grab my own making me flinch a little, my eyes opening.

"Breathe Jia."

What I stare into are brown obstacles, the warmth in them telling me that everything will be okay. The twinkling shine in them taking my breath away, the obvious concern lingering on my burning skin. Taehyung's voice is soft, the shushing making my trembling hands still.

"2019."

Taehyung grows confused, his eyes narrowing at my pale features.

I clench my jaw, rubbing his hands gently between my sweaty fingers.

"I came from the year 2019. I don't know how. And I don't know how to return again. . . I just don't know what to do!" I cry out, the tears flowing down my cheeks.

I hide my face in my hands, turning my back to the man that has now turned silent.
The only sounds heard are the panting from my crying and his small huffs.

"How is that possible?" His voice cuts through the anxious tension in the room, as he starts to roam around his fingers pinching his nosebridge.

"I have no clue. All I know is that I placed the clock on top of my drawings one night and the next thing I knew I was in Daegu in fucking 2010 and I had no idea where to go and now you'll hate me and I'm so sorry—"

Taehyung's arms wrap around my body from the back, his chin burying in the crook of my neck as he shushes me once more.

"Shhh Jia, please take it easy. I'll never hate you. I could never." He hums, the vibration making my breath steady.

I close my eyes for a second feeling the burden from my chest release, finally making me breathe again.

"I'll help you return to your time. I believe you. It all makes sense to me. Why you suddenly were here, your clothes, your weird behavior at some points — it all makes sense now. It's fucked up. But it makes sense."

He turns me around, making me face him once more. He chuckles lightly, raising a warm hand that gently wipes away the-now dry tears on my cheeks.

"Thank you Tae," I let out, taking his hand in my own, "I'm sorry about keeping this from you guys. Yoongi doesn't know either."

"We'll just tell him right aw—"

"No! We can't. We can't tell anyone about this, please. I'm not supposed to be here. I have to go back somehow." My voice grows frantic thinking about Yoongi finding out.

He can't.

Taehyung opens his mouth to object, but I raise my brows at him in such a haste that he closes it again, licking his lips instead.

He scratches the back of his neck.
"Fine. I won't tell him. But— you have to say goodbye to him? You can't just leave without saying goodbye. . ."

The words making my heart strike with pain, before pursing my lips. My heart aches, the feeling making my stomach turn. Nibbling on my bottom lip I raise my hands to my weary face in frustration.

That's the thing.

I have to leave without saying goodbye. He would never let me leave. It would infuriate him.

"I can't Tae. I have to leave. Now."
My voice is low, the regret shining through every word that comes out my mouth.

Taehyung sighs. "I'll help you. I promise."

"You have to keep this with you. The clock. If I'm gone when you wake up, you have to take it with you and keep it safe. Okay?"

The plan is all set as me and Taehyung is cuddled up in bed lying on our sides staring into each others eyes.

I place the golden clock firmly on a random page in my sketch-book, just like I did it the first time.

The window upon us is illuminating the dark night outside of the warm room. Stars shine as sugar spilt over black marble, glistening in the sun. The yellow moon the only source of light in the room, reflecting in the dark eyes of Taehyung.

His brown eyes fills with worry at my spoken words, the thought of him not seeing me again causing him to twitch his mouth.

"What if it won't work?" His voice shakes a little, his breath hitting my face at the close proximity.

"Then we'll see each other again tomorrow."
I let out a small giggle before bopping his nose gently, trying to make him less tensed.

The corners of his mouth lifts a little, his delicate features shining in the dimmed light.

"Jia— If I won't see you again — thank you. Thank you for being such a good friend. Thank you for believing in me."
Taehyung swallows, his eyes darting to mine.

"Oh Tae. I'll see you again for sure." I bluntly say, caressing his soft cheek with small strokes.

"What do you mean? You don't know-"

"I do. Why do you think I have a whole sketch-book with drawings of you? Yoongi? That I drew years from now?"

A furrow erupts between his strong dark brows, his head shaking a little in confusion.

"Just know Tae — you have so much to look forward to. I won't tell you what exactly, but just know that maybe you won't see me in the future. But I'll be seeing you. I'll always support you. No matter what."

My soft voice curls into the cool air from the open window as Taehyung grabs my hand in his and close his eyes as he swallows — the words imprinting in the back of his mind. He clutches my hand tight, afraid that I'll be gone when he wakes up.

I close my eyes, fiddling with his long fingers wanting to feel his presence for just a little longer.

Just a little longer.

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My eyes dart open again as the blurry images recalls in front of me, my body jolting up and stare at the bedside table, hoping our plan worked.

The sketchbook is splayed open, the pages all colored in just like last time. I sigh in relief as my mind registers that the golden clock is nowhere to be seen. Like it had vanished into the thin air. 

It worked.

I huff out a surprised breath, swallowing as I grab my phone from the bedside table, my smile already spreading on my chapped lips.

The pebbles of sweat on my skin now dry, I lick my lips as the salty taste reaches my tongue making me frown. But as quick as my smile had made my eyes crinkle in amusement, just as fast it fades as the small object in my hand illuminates the little black letters on the bright screen.

My eyes squints, blinking in disbelief as I feel my mouth go dry. The world stops once again, as I feel a chill run down my spine.

I blink once more before looking at the screen again,

12:43PM
Friday, June, 2013

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hi guys! another update. hope you liked the way this was written, i had some trouble writing it i have to admit.

please vote and comment if you liked it — your comments are really encouraging me to keep writing this story. i was considering deleting it, but you keep me going. so thank you for giving this story a chance 🧡✨