Episode 3: No More Dream

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes again.

This time, the pain in his head was still there—but the voices were clearer.

Two men hovered over him.

One looked worried, sleeves rolled up, brows furrowed like he was trying to solve a problem way too big for him.

The other stood beside him, arms crossed, face calm but clearly judging everything.

“Oh,” Jungkook muttered. “Characters have faces now.”

“What?” both men said at the same time.

Jungkook blinked at them.

“Yeah… this is definitely a dream.”

The man on the left frowned. “He’s talking nonsense.”

The man on the right nodded seriously. “That’s a bad sign.”

Jungkook sighed. “Relax. I’ve had worse dreams. Last week I dreamed my boss was a chicken.”

“…What’s a boss?” the serious one asked.

“…And what’s with thechicken again?” the worried one added.

Jungkook froze.

He slowly sat up. “OK. Weirdly detailed dream.”

Both man look at each other

"OK?" worried one look at the other

"Oh! Don't ask me I've read book but never read about that" calm man nervously answered

The calm man leaned closer. “You were unconscious after being hit. Are you truly alright?”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said casually. “I’m fine. I’m just still dreaming.”

The two men exchanged a look.

The calm man sighed. “He insists it is a dream.”

The worried one scratched his head. “Should we hit him again?”

“No!— no.” Jungkook yelped. “Dream or not, pain is still pain!”

The calm man nodded. “See? Not a dream.”

Jungkook stared at them. “Wait… what?”

“You were struck by accident,” the calm man explained. “This is real.”

Jungkook laughed nervously. “Nice try, dream characters.”

The worried one leaned closer. “I swear on my life.”

“…That doesn’t help.”

Jungkook rubbed his temples. “Okay, okay. If this isn’t a dream—then who are you?”

The calm one straightened. “Kim Seokjin.”

The worried one smiled awkwardly. “Kim Namjoon.”

Jungkook blinked.

“…Why do you sound like historical figures?”

They both blinked back.

“…Why do you sound strange?” Seokjin replied.

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Right. I should introduce myself.”

He took a deep breath.

“My name is… Ian.”

Silence...

Namjoon tilted his head.

“…Ian?”

Seokjin repeated slowly. “Ee-an?”

“Yes,” Jungkook nodded. “Ian.”

They stared at him like he had just spoken an ancient curse.

Namjoon leaned toward Seokjin. “That’s… not right.”

Seokjin frowned, squinting at him. Jokingly “He… looks familiar. His family name should be Jeon, right?”

Namjoon gasped. “Yes! And his given name—Jungkook. Of course!”

“…What?” Jungkook asked. “Wait, what are you saying?”

“You are not ‘Ian,’” Seokjin said firmly, pointing a finger at him. “You are Jeon Jungkook.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon added seriously. “Jeon Jungkook. That’s who you are.”

Jungkook blinked. “woah! Wait— who? Jungkook what?”

Seokjin wagged a finger. “Yeah. Here, and now, you are Jeon Jungkook. Ian… Ian does not exist!”

Namjoon nodded like he had just solved a great mystery. “Yes. Ian? Ee-an... That’s ridiculous.”

Jungkook groaned, covering his face. “Even in another time… my name causes confusion.”

Seokjin leaned back, satisfied. “We fixed it, then. Officially: Jeon Jungkook.”

Namjoon nodded. “Finally. Peace restored.”

Jungkook muttered under his breath, “I should just disappear into a corner…”

The two men stared at him.

“…No. You cannot disappear. You are here now, Jeon Jungkook,” Seokjin declared proudly.

Outside, the wind brushed against the window.

And somewhere beyond it—

the past was waiting for him.

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