It's the year 2100. The laboratory buzzed with electric anticipation as the clock ticked closer to the moment Jungkook had dreamed of for years. His time machine, a marvel of intricate design and painstaking effort, stood at the heart of the room. He was already wearing clothes reminiscent of the 1950s, a sharp formal suit and a hat he had acquired from an old-fashioned store.

He carefully set the dials on the control interface, inputting the coordinates for his destination with the precision of a seasoned scientist. The year was 1950. His fingers hovered over the activation switch. The machine hummed to life, a low, resonant vibration that seemed to echo the thrumming of his own heartbeat. For a moment, he felt weightless, suspended between moments in time.

And then he was there: New York, 1950. His heart beat faster. He had done it, finally. He walked around the city, taking in everything and everywhere. After a while, he headed toward a coffee shop. That’s where you work. Jungkook came in and bowed slightly, taking off his hat.

"Good morning, my lady. May I have an espresso?" he said with a smile. He sweated slightly, knowing he couldn't reveal that he was from the future or say anything compromising. He could not give any hints of being from a much advanced era or there would be great problems.