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The door fell shut. Confused did Minho turn around before his eyes widen in shock. Jisung wasn’t behind him.
“Jisung!” He cried out as he ripped the door open again but behind the door weren’t the 90s anymore but a time before land even existed.
He shut the door again, still holding the handle as he leaned his forehead against the door. He just lost Jisung in time.
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About a month ago did both discover an ominous glow from the back door of they favourite music store, “ordinary”. On it stuck a poster out of light only they seem to notice saying:
Traveler information
1. Travelling happens to random places as long as this shop doesn’t exist in the time they travelled to if it does will you get back to your original time
2. Travelling only works 20 times. If that limit reaches it’s end are you stuck in the time you used your last door on
3. If you overstep the limit will you be stuck between times and will eventually fate from all timelines you ever existed in
Both were confused but curious. Time travelling? Who wouldn’t want to travel in time once in they life. And so did they already enter five times, ending up during a lot of different times of history.
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Minho walked along the old streets of what will later be known as Seoul, wearing a Hanfu as he looked into the faces of passers, hoping to spot Jisungs little chocolate chip mole on his cubby cheeks, but nothing, only the faces of strangers…
He passed by a little stall selling books and Minho stoped as he saw a book with something like a cat painted on it, maybe if he’s lucky…
He opened the book carefully and felt the roughness of the old paper under his fingers before a way whiter peace of paper fell out of the book, he picked it up and unfolded it. Another note from Jisung, he had found them in almost every time he went to by now, always hidden in stuff Jisung knew would interest him and always marked with the number of opened doors that tells him that he always seems to miss Jisung just barely because none of the numbers is missing.
Hey, Minho
I’m not sure if it’s you or if you will ever even read this but I just want to let you know that I’m doing okay, I find places to sleep, find food, and don’t get into trouble. So, don’t worry about me too much.
Your Jisung -14
Minho looked down on the peace of paper he’s holding, he’s glad to hear that Jisung isn’t in bad shape physically but how can he not worry as far as Minho knows could he be in the middle of the Korean war right now. He sighs and puts the book back in place, folding the note and shove it into his pocket. He still has to find a place to sleep, hopefully Jisung already has one and doesn’t have to sleep on the streets. Minho walked until he reached the outskirt of the city as the sun already turned the sky in a deep orange. He saw a little farm in the distance and turned in it’s direction, he surly can find a nice hay stack somewhere to doze of for a while. But as he came closer could he see that the house entrances door had an ominous glow to it.
“At least I don’t have to look for it tomorrow then I guess.” He yawns and walked around the house seeing a big hay stack underneath a little roof. He flops down in it and stares up at the ceiling. What might Jisung be doing right now? Is he also laying in some hay stack thinking about him?
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“Hey, Han! The next dish is done!”
“Coming!” Jisung rushed over to the counter and grabbed the bowl bringing it over to a table. About an hour ago did Jisung enter this inn and asked if he could help out in exchange for a room for the night, luckily was the owner very open for his idea and agreed just telling him not to expect anything too fancy to stay. And so did he end up serving in the inn’s “restaurant” for the night but the people weren’t as much of a pain in the ass as he had feared at the very beginning after a customer complained to him about him not being fast enough and being horribly at his job, seems like such people have always existed. But the old man of the inn is a really “nice dude” how Jisung had almost have told him, after the man said that such customers aren’t people he should take criticism from.
It’s almost midnight as the last guest returned to they room and Jisung flopped down on a chair near the counter and closed his eyes for a second, he was so tired…
“Good job, kiddo. What do you think about working here for a living?”
Jisung opened his eyes again, looking up at the man from his chair and shook his head with a gentle sigh. “I have to leave again tomorrow that won’t work.”
“What a pity” the man replied as he turned around to take a few plates from a table. “Well then let me know if there is anything else I can do for you besides the room.”
“Well… if a person by the name Lee Minho ever comes in here could you give him the room I had too for free?” Jisung asked breaking the silence that had laid over them, he wasn’t even sure if Minho would ever get into this time but if he did does he want him to have a warm place to rest and eat.
“Oh? Someone special to you?” He asked raising an eyebrow
You could see how the gears in Jisungs brain turned, in this time of history could he impossible say his boyfriend, right? “Ahhhh… my… b-best friend, I’m not sure if he will ever come here but if he does could you please do that?”
The old man let out a little scoff in amusement “I sure will, kid. But it’s late, you should go to bed. I don’t know when you will leave tomorrow so I will bit my farewell to you, stay safe.” He said turning around to get the empty plates on the counter.
“Yeah… I’ll take care of myself don’t worry. Good night then. Hope you can still run around without problems when you’re 90.” Jisung said as he started tog go up the stairs of the building to the rooms. He could hear the old man’s laugh behind him and the sound of plates that get stacked onto each other.
Jisung walking down the hallway, the smell of wood and tress from outside lingering in the air as he opened the last door of the hallway. The room was small it had a bed and a desk with a chair that looks seconds from collapsing crammed on a wall with a window and that was also all that fits in there. With a quickie sound fell the door back in its lock and Jisung pulled out his little note book and pen, he sat down on the bed to write on the desk cuz he did NOT trust that chair. He sat there thinking for a second before the quiet scribbling sound of the pen filled the room.
Hey Minho
If you read this did the old man keep his promise I guess. You know, I worked here in exchange for this room. It’s not much but as long as you come to rest is fine. I just want you to know that I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me too much, okay?
Your Jisung. -15
He folds the paper and lays it on the table before rolling together in bed. “I wonder if he is thinking about me too right now…” he whispers before driving off to sleep, it still fells strangely cold without Minhos warmed against his back.
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The door behind Minho quicked as it closed, he found himself in th same in as before and almost thought he ended up in ht same time again but when he went downstairs was not the friendly old man there who told him about Jisungs little work time there but someone Minho didn’t know and a few more furnitures found there way in the building, he probably only travelled a few years further into the future.
The man behind the counter gave Minho a weirde look, not remembering him getting a room here but before he could say anything did Minho leave the inn. The city really hasn’t changed much in the years, it’s a little more lively but that’s pretty much about it from what he can see up to now. It’s pretty early in the morning so he still had a lot of time to look for the next door and/or Jisungs letter.
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Jisung sat in a library. In his time there are now the first asphalt roads and the first builds of what will later be cars. He fulled out his notebook again and pen and started to write.
Dear Minho
I’m so scared. This is the 18th time we opened the door, if we don’t meet in the next oe will we en see ech oth eve agin
Jisung looked down at the paper as his pen died, everything was blurry from tears making the already hard to read ink bleed into every direction of the paper.
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Jisung stumbles through the door and landed on the floor. A hand quickly helped him up and he mumbles a slightly paint “thanks” in response. The person patted his shoulder telling him to take care before disappearing from his sign. He took a moment to look around, the city still looked old but he was definitely a few hundred years in the future from where he was before but… everything here is written in Japanese but the doors shouldn’t be able to get them into other countries, he himself had landed on the rand of a big crowd holding up since written in Korean, a demonstration. He slowly started to get an idea of when he is and he doesn’t like it… not at all. But before he could do anything else did the crowd take him with them, making his pulse go faster between the pushing people, his chest tightened with ever person pressing and pumping against him as they walked trough the street. He could hear his blood rushing in his ears and his throat got impossibly tight, making it harder and harder to breat.
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Minho took a deep breat and opened the door, if Jisung isn’t here will he ever see him again? He opened it carefully and stepped through finding himself at the side of a big crowd that quickly got him trapped inside, the city looks older than where he was before, the since of the shops at the side of the street are all written in Japanese only the since the people hold up are written in Korean. Fuck, he’s in the middle of a demonstration, - somewhere in the 1950s or later - for Koreans independence from Japan. This is bad, really bad, such demonstrations often get turned down with violence, what if if Jisung is here and something is gonna happen to him and Minho wouldn’t even know? He looked around in the crowd hoping to see the face he’s looking for.
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Jisungs had his head low trying to calm down and breathe as a familiar voice cut through the mumbles and angry songs of the growd. His head snapped up as he looked around, between the people, further away was Minho, shouting his name, fighting his way through the people.
“Minho!” Jisung cried out pushing his way trough the people as well, almost stumbling as a pair of hands rapped around his waist in a hug pressing his shivering body against someones chest.
“Everything´s okay. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” Could he hear minhos voices say as tears shot into his eyes.
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Minho pressed Jisung closer, the sound of the people fading in the background. After so long… finally…
He pressed a kiss on Jisungs forehead making him look up at him to meet his eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”
“B-but we can only open the door one more time”
Jisung said, his voice shaking and forced out of this tight throat.
“Every time is fine for me as long as you’re with me, Ji.”
Minho responded softly a few tears shining in his eyes as he spoke and softly took Jisungs shivering hand into his own gripping it tightly as he pushed they way out of the crowd.
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Jisung looked back at the people as Minho squeezed his hand and tapped his shoulder. As he looked in front of him could he see a door with an unnatural glow, on it a since saying “ordinary”. The shop! Jisungs jaw dropped open in disbelief of their luck and the sight of it made Minho laugh a little before he gave Jisungs hand a soft squeeze again.
“Let’s go home, jagi. I’m sure our pets are missing us.”
Jisung took a deep breath and nodded. “Hey… Let’s go home.”