It was a dangerous ability, being the only one on earth who could travel through time. I had seen everything, from the dinosaur age to the futuristic 3000. This was how I had spent my life for the last 300 years. Living in different eras, meeting so many people, I was a walking, breathing history book of the world. Until I met her. And my history book came to a sudden halt.
Is this a blessing or a curse?
My memories are filled with light and darkness
Regrets from the past and dreams for the future fill my head
Nothing lasts forever
My mind contains the true essence of humanity
Actions are irreversible but my case is anything but simple
Turning back time is my feeling of euphoria
The world spinning round me
It is a perfect disaster, beautiful yet painful.
Everything stops as i welcome the feelings of all of the world's armageddon
Everything passing by so quickly
The past and future are at my fingertips
The only thing stopping me, is her
I had spent ten years in the 1800s, and a new decade was in store for me. This was how I had lived the last 300 years of my life, hopping from one decade to another. I looked up at the muggy sky, unsure of where to go to next. I had already said goodbye to my friend Namjoon. A genius that man was. He pushed out invention after invention, feeding the century's desire for more efficient technology. It was a shame how the economy would fall in the future, but I had already lived through that decade. It wasn't a fun one. I closed my eyes, my mind set on the desired year I wanted to go to, and within seconds, I left the 19th century, only leaving a cloud of smoke where my form had originally been.
As I felt my feet settle on hard ground, I opened my eyes and smiled as the loud sounds of afternoon rush hour filled my ears. I stepped out of the alley I had landed in, and came face-to-face with 21st century Seoul. Bustling citizens on their way home from work, honking cars trying to make it through traffic, tall skyscrapers covered in screens displaying advertisements for the latest skincare. This was nothing compared to what it would be in 1000 years, but it was so much better than the technology lacking 1800s. I noticed many eyes trained on me as people walked past, and looked down at my outdated clothing. First thing I needed to do was get some new clothes. The money I brought with me through the years automatically updated itself to be used in the century I went to, but I would still need to get a job to keep me afloat. I glanced around, looking for any clothing store nearby. I was ready for a fresh start in a new decade.
"Could you fold any slower? You've been working on that table for 30 minutes!" I rolled my eyes at my boss' yapping. There were no customers in the store, and at the moment, the only thing there was to do was tidy up the folded clothes on the tables. Of course I'm going to take my sweet time. I only had 15 minutes left until my shift was over. I mentally groaned as I heard the soft bell chime and the shuffling of footsteps. I plastered on a smile and headed towards the door to greet the new guest. I caught a glimpse of them, and immediately hid behind a rack of clothes to spy. They were wearing the most peculiar clothes, almost as if they had just stepped out of a movie from the 1800s. My eyes traveled up to his face and immediately widened. Why was a guy with those kinds of looks wearing such horrible clothes? My spy mission coming to an end, I walked over the guest to welcome them.
"Can I help you find anything, sir?" He opened his mouth to answer, but hesitated.
"I'm really not picky, can you just pick out a few outfits for me?"
"Sure! What sizes do you need?" He froze, his eyes like saucers. Poor boy doesn't even know his clothing sizes. "Don't worry about it, we can bring you a few sizes to try on. If you'll follow me, I can set you up in a dressing room." He slowly nodded, and I led him to the dressing rooms. "You wait here, and I will come back with a few options." I gave him another look before heading onto the floor. I selected five different outfits, each in three sizes for him to try on. I quickly headed back to where he was waiting, and pulled him into the dressing room. "try the smallest size first and if it doesn't fit, try the next one, and then the next one. Hopefully one of these sizes will work for you."
"Thank you," he muttered before I exited the room. I stood outside of the door, waiting for him to come out in the first outfit. The door slowly cracked, and he popped his head out. I motioned for him to come out, and he tentatively walked into the hallway.
"Well shoot," I muttered under my breath. This is what he had been hiding under those horrid clothes? He had the looks and build of an idol. I was completely mesmerized.
"Does it look ok? You're not saying anything." His words woke me from my daze.
"It looks amazing. Those other clothes really were doing you no justice." He chuckled, causing me to cock my head in curiosity. "What's so funny?"
"Back in the days, those clothes were very attractive to the ladies."
"I would say you must've been quite the ladies' man back then, but you look to be around my age." He chuckled again as if what I said wasn't true.
"Let me try on the next one." I quickly nodded, keeping my cheerful demeanor until he closed the door. My eyebrows frowned in confusion. He was acting like a man in his sixties, but he didn't look a day over 20. Moments later, his head popped out again, but with a look of slight embarrassment. "I don't think I put this on right," he mumbled before stepping out of the room. I held back a laugh when I say the lopsided button-up shirt.
"Here I'll fix it. You just missed this button at the top that's all. My fingers grazed along the soft fabric as they swiftly unbuttoned the shirt. I caught a glimpse of what laid underneath the shirt, and felt my cheeks grow hot.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no! Everything is fine," I answered all flustered. I quickly buttoned the shirt correctly to avoid any more accidental glimpses. "At this rate, I'm pretty sure all of those outfits are going to look good on you." He nodded his head as he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I'll go ahead and take them all then, but I'm gonna keep this on. If you don't mind just throwing my old clothes away." I pulled the remaining outfits from the dressing room, and brought them to the register. A few minutes later, he emerged from the dressing room, and came to the register to pay. He handed me a wad of cash, not bothering to count out the amount. He grew flustered as I stared at the many green bills in my hand. "I'm sorry. I'm not exactly sure how the currency system works here." Ah that makes more sense.
"Don't worry, I'll count out how much you need to pay." I quickly counted out the necessary amount of money, and handed him back the left-over bills. I dropped his receipt into the bag and handed it to him over the counter. "Thank you for stopping by. Come back if you need anything." He smiled as he took the bag from my hands. His fingers grazed mine, and I froze.
The rough image of a man dressed in an old-fashioned military uniform flashed through my mind. He was on the battlefield, fighting for his life.
"Urm, Excuse me?" The image faded away, and I was brought back to reality. I immediately released the death grip I had on the shopping bag, and bowed to the man in apology. He bowed his head before finally leaving the store, the door chime ringing in my ears.
"Hana. Yah, Hana!" My head whipped over to the middle-aged woman yelling my name. "Your shift is over. You can go home now." I retrieved my belongings from the staff room, and left through the back door. I walked to the bus stop in a daze, trying to wrap my head around what had just happened. Who was that man? And how was he related to the man trying on clothes. In my daze, I walked into a stranger waiting to cross the road. I immediately bowed in apology. My eyes widened as I looked up at the man I had run into. It was the same guy I helped in the dressing room.
I meandered along the sidewalk, not really having anywhere to go. I didn't have a place to stay yet, and wouldn't be able to get one until tomorrow. I stood behind a group of people waiting to cross the road. I was suddenly pushed forward by a force, and looked back to see who had bumped into me. It was the girl who helped me pick out clothes. She immediately apologized, before looking up at me. I watched her eyes widen as she realized who I was.
"Oh, what a coincidence running into you out here," she chuckled. "Do you take this bus too?" I looked over to the area she pointed to, and noticed a small bench with a 'Bus Stop' sign in front of it.
"Ah, y-yes, I do."
"Oh cool! We can sit together if you don't mind." I nodded before the light turned green, and the mass of people migrated across the street. Just as we made it to the bench, the bus pulled up, and she boarded it. I followed her, paying the small fee, and walking to the back of the bus. "So, what stop do you get off at?" She questioned me as soon as I sat down next to her. I hesitated, not knowing how to answer. I frantically looked around the bus for a map of the route, and blurted out a random stop. "Hey, that's my stop too. Wonder why I've never run into you before."
"I don't take the bus too often," I mumbled. We sat in silence for the rest of the bus ride, and I followed her off when we got to her stop.
"My apartment is this way, but maybe I'll see later," she smiled before turning to walk in the direction she pointed to.
"W-wait," I stammered. She turned back around and blinked at me. "I um, I was wondering if-"
"My name is Hana, and this is my number. You can call me anytime you need anything." I stared at the thick card with her name and number printed on it.
"Actually, I was wondering if I could stay at your place tonight. You see, I actually don't have anywhere to go, and I won't be able to get a place until tomorrow." I could see the contemplation in her eyes. It wasn't normal to let a stranger you just met stay at your house. Seeming to have come to a decision, she slowly nodded.
"Follow me. My apartment is this way." After a few turns, we came to her apartment, and she held open the door for me. "I only have one bed, so you'll have to sleep on the couch." I nodded. "Have you eaten dinner? I have some left-over chicken in the fridge that I was going to heat up." I slowly walked around the living room, glancing at the numerous picture frames scattered around. "Oh, I didn't catch your name," she yelled from the kitchen.
"Jungkook, I see. Well, it's nice to meet you. Welcome to Seoul I guess. You seem to be new here. Do you have anyone you know? Family, friends?"
"I'm alone. No family, or friends." I was born a time traveler, I never had a family, and all of the friends I made in each era, I eventually left behind. I tried not to make too many to avoid difficult departures. I couldn't stay in an era too long, or my powers would be taken away.
"Well then you can come to me if you need anything. Consider me your first friend here." I grinned at her kindness. I was thankful she was the first person I met in this decade.
WAAAHHH NEW STORY! This is actually a collab with an amazing friend of mine I met on the ARMY Amino! She wrote the intro poem, and her poetry just astounds me every time. Hope you guys are excited for this new story! I'm taggin all of my past readers, so let me know if you don't want to be tagged :( If you're new to my stories, let me know if you want to be tagged in the comment section!