The sound of faint voices in the distance made Taehyung stir, slowly opening his eyes though his head feels like it's being hammered to bits.

His head feels so heavy, vision swirling as he tried to look at his surroundings.

"F-fuck.." He groaned, feeling too drained and almost in the verge of fainting once more.

Did he hit his head or something?

Taehyung caressed his temple in the hopes of easing the discomfort and the continuous pounding of his head.

He doesn't have any recollection of what had happened to him. He knew he's hiding in the archive room and then...

And then..

And then what?

"What the fuck happened?" He groaned, voice hoarse as if he hadn't used it for a long time.

His throat felt so dry, badly begging for even a single drop of water. He looked around, desperately searching for something to drink.

And only then was he able to get a hold of his surroundings.

"What the hell-" His eyes widened, seeing the interior of the room similar to that of the period dramas he was able to watch when he's bored and wanted to kill time.

The walls and windows were made of Hanji, a Korean traditional paper with elegant hand-drawn designs of nature and flowers that beautify the whole room.

The pillars, rafters, window frames, and floors were all wooden which only made Taehyung frown even more.

His confused eyes landed on the mirror to his right and he almost collapsed at the sight.

His reflection is not him...or is it?

With trembling legs, Taehyung tried to stand and every passing moment only added confusion to his already disoriented state.

He slowly approached the mirror, wobbling with every step but that's the least of his concerns at the moment.

"Who-" His breath hitched, finally getting a clear look at himself in front of the mirror.

All he could see is a man who's not him but the man in the book he was browsing before he blacked out.

"What the fuck is going on?" Taehyung was beyond horrified as he stared at his reflection.

The man looked somewhat like him but with long black hair and moles on the places he originally doesn't have.

His eyes were hazel brown, skin as soft as a cotton, lips too supple and pinkish, and fuck he's too beautiful.

Not that Taehyung isn't good looking, but this man is like ten times more beautiful than he is.

It's like Taehyung had gone into an extreme glow up. As if he used a filter on himself to make him look this good.

And to top it all, he's wearing a hanbok, a traditional clothing of men and women during God knows how long.

Taehyung could feel his head spinning once more. He couldn't grasp if this is reality or if he's still in his sleep, dreaming about all these things.

He almost lost his balance but was thankful to have gripped on the edge of the wooden cabinet that kept him standing on both feet.

He breathed hard, trying to compose himself.

"Maybe this is because I've been too deprived of sleep lately." He nodded his head, convincing himself.

Voices from the outside of the room reached his ear, making him look at the direction of the closed door.

He could hear footsteps becoming louder and nearer to where he was at the moment.

Taehyung has his eyes fixated on the door when it suddenly bursted open, revealing three people whom he haven't seen before, all looking like they've come out of an ancient book with the way they were dressed.

"Young Master!" A young man rushed to his side, head hanging low as he stayed a meter away from him.

"Why did you get out of bed? You still need to rest, young master." He said in a worried manner with his head still hanging low.

Taehyung backed away, feeling so lost and afraid of what's been going on. He looked at them with wide horrified eyes.

The oldest one who was standing by the door whispered something to the man beside him who immediately nodded his head and rushed out of sight.

"Young Master, you should get back to bed to regain your strength." The oldest one said as he approached him.
He politely reached out for Taehyung's hand which made the latter flinch.

He pressed his index and middle fingers on Taehyung's wrist, noticing his still weak pulse.

"Your body is still weak." the man concluded in a worried tone.

Taehyung gulped, immediately retracting his hand away from the man's grasp.

"W-who are you and where the fuck am I?" He asked, moving away from the people who looked at him in shock.

"Young Master.." the young male on his side whispered, finally looking up to meet his eyes.

"Why are you calling me young master like what the hell?" He scoffed, feeling so weirded out by these people and everything that's happening.

"Oh fuck! Is this some kind of a hidden camera prank?" He looked around, wobbling a little but still persisted on searching around the room for the hidden camera.

"Fuck you Jackson and Bambam if this is some shit you made up." He murmured to himself, rummaging every corner of the room.

"Y-young Master, what are you doing?" The young male tried to stop him but was careful not to touch even a single strand of his hair.

"This is a prank isn't it? Just fucking show me where the camera is!" Taehyung bellowed, feeling annoyed and frustrated.

His head is pounding, body feeling weak, and these people calling him young master as if he's some royal shit only made him even more pissed.

"What's happening to him?" the young male asked the older male who could only sigh.

"This is just an effect of the medicine." The older male whispered which only made the young one even more worried.

"Calm down, Young Master. Try to lie down for a while -" the older one tried to stop him but Taehyung just moved away.

"I am not your fucking young master! I don't even know who the fuck you guys are." He said in an exasperated tone.

"What is he saying?" The young male asked, feeling scared of the way his young master is acting.

"Let me handle this, Yeonjun. Go and prepare chamomile tea for your young master." The older male ordered to which the young male followed without second thoughts.

Yeonjun hasn't taken few steps out in the hallway when he halted, immediately bowing his head.

"My Lord.." Yeonjun kept his head low, hand politely clasped in front of him.

"I heard he's awake." The beautiful man uttered in a firm and full of authority.

"Yes, My Lord." Yeonjun answered, not daring to look at the other in the eyes.

"I'll enter." The man informed which made Yeonjun flinch.

"Yes, My Lord." Yeonjun immediately moved out of the way and announced the arrival of the man.

"Young Master, Lord Baekhyun is here." Yeonjun announced, opening the door wide.

Taehyung heard the announcement but was too fed up with everything that's been going on.

"What now?" He asked in an annoyed tone. He looked at the man entering the room with two more men on his side.

Taehyung doesn't know why but he suddenly felt a mix of anger and fear for the man who just entered.

"So my beautiful son is finally awake." Lord Baekhyun uttered.

There's something in the way he looked and spoke to Taehyung that made him feel some kind of hatred.

"And who the fuck are you and why the hell are you calling me son?" Taehyung blurted out, catching everyone in the room off guard.

"What did you just say?" Lord Baekhyun asked in a dangerous tone.

The older male next to Taehyung panicked.

"My Lord! Pardon the Young Master's foul mouth. He is still under the influence of the medicine. He doesn't know what he's saying." He said, bowing down in apology.

Lord Baekhyun scoffed. "You're really fortunate, my dear son." He said meaningfully but Taehyung couldn't grasp what he's trying to say.

He was about to say something when the door opened once more.

Taehyung's attention darted to the man who entered. His raven hair was as dark as the night, face showing no emotions at all.

He stood by the doorway and just his presence alone could make everyone in the room quiet.

Everyone including Taehyung who could only stare at the man. Just the mere sight of him made his heart clench in an indescribable pain and longing.

As if he knows him.

As if his heart is calling for him.

Taehyung felt out of breath. His head was pounding so much, heart aching as if he'd been stabbed.

What the hell is going on?

He looked at the ravenette and saw him staring at him with those dark raven eyes that drowned him.

Who are you?

Taehyung doesn't know what happened. In his mind was the image of the man before his body fell down the floor, finally losing his consciousness.

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The picture on top is the transformation of the characters in this story.

18 year old Taehyung of the present and the Taehyung of the past.

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