hihi poly skz long fic teaser below the cut & it's a timeloop au ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
"did you have a bad dream?" felix’s voice is soft, coming from right beside you. you feel his hand touch your back, rubbing small, soothing circles between your shoulder blades.
"i've got you," chan murmurs into your hair, his chin resting against the top of your head as he holds you steady. "it's okay. whatever it was, it wasn't real. you're right here."
minho sets the spatula down, walking over from the stove with his eyebrows pulled together. he reaches out, his thumb catching a tear on your cheek, and wipes it away. "look at you, you're shaking. did something happen before you came out here?"
"no," you choke out, your voice thick and wet as you try to pull yourself together. you look around the circle of faces—jisung is sitting up now, his sleepy expression completely gone, replaced by a wide-eyed, anxious look. seungmin and jeongin are watching you from the table, their expressions worried. "no, i just... it was just a really bad dream. i'm sorry. i didn't mean to freak you guys out."
"don't apologize for crying, kitten," minho says, though his voice is entirely soft now, the teasing edge from his earlier bickering completely gone. he bumps his shoulder against yours, the exact same gesture from your... dream, but this time it makes you let out a shaky, half-broken laugh.
"you good now?" changbin asks, leaning over the counter to look at you. "do we need to go fight the dream monster for you?"
"i think i can handle it," you say, wiping your face with the sleeve of your shirt. you let go of chan’s hoodie slowly, though your fingers feel reluctant to lose the contact.
chan gives you one last squeeze before letting you step back. "alright. let's get you some food. sit down next to jisung."
you slide into the chair, the wood cool beneath you. jisung immediately scoots his chair closer, his arm pressing against yours as he looks at you with sleepy, blinking eyes. he looks so healthy, his face clear, his hair sticking up in every direction.
"did you dream about me?" he asks, trying to bring the light mood back into the room. he breaks into that familiar grin. "you look like you dreamt about me. i bet it was a good one, like—"
the words hit you like a fucking semi-truck.
it’s the script. it’s the exact same script.
the phrase burns in your throat before he can even finish the sentence. the memory is so clear, so loud in your head, that your lips move on their own, the words slipping out in a quiet, breathless whisper before he can say them.
"—where you're a famous chef and you make me breakfast in bed."
jisung stops mid-breath. his grin falters, his mouth staying slightly open as he turns his head to look at you. his eyes widen in genuine surprise, his eyebrows shooting up toward his messy hair.
"wait," jisung says, blinking at you. "how'd you know i was going to say that? i didn't even tell anyone that joke yet."
the room goes quiet for a second, the members looking between you and jisung.
you force a laugh, but it sounds high and brittle to your own ears, completely fake. you reach for the syrup bottle, your hands shaking so hard that the plastic clicks against the ceramic of your plate. "i don't know," you say, your voice trembling as you try to keep your face neutral. "just a lucky guess, i guess. we spend too much time together, hanji. i can read your mind."
"that's creepy," seungmin retorts, though he lets out a small snort, turning back to his phone.
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