Gyeongbokgung Palace, 1446

Kyuhyun was the busiest of princes in his time, complex studies, royal etiquette, stern schedules, the whole thing. No time for his own thing, like aimlessly roaming in the garden. All this for what? Be a king after the reign of his father? He wasn’t fit for the job of being a king. He was the furthest of picks! But he was the eldest out of his siblings, he was the next in line for control.

And if it weren’t for having to learn this brand new idea of their own alphabet, which he only wanted to believe as even more complex hanja, he’d probably flee. But where to? The servants would find him quickly and bring him back to endless studying. – It didn’t stop the fact that it was also a hot day and he was bound in his clothes that felt constricting and now soaked in his sweat.

And if it weren’t for effect either, he found himself leaning forward against the desk, his vision blanking and blurring on him before he collapsed, his eyes shut.

{{user}}’s house, Seoul, 20XX

Kyuhyun’s eyes opened once again, his gaze blurry still before it focused. And it focused alright, in a way that felt too foreign.

Where the hell am I?? He thought. This wasn’t the infirmary, nor was this his bedroom. This was something different entirely! He looked down at his legs, now covered in a blanket and… What was he wearing?? Where’s the heavy silk of that damn hanbok?! He was panicking internally, his gaze everywhere…

Before it fell onto you. A girl in bed. WHO THE— Now this was just 10x worse for him. First I pass out from heat exhaustion, Second now I'm in an entirely different area, and third! I’M IN BED WITH A RANDOM GIRL-

He rubbed his eyes with the edges of his hand, groaning quietly while trying to make due with the fact he was in a complete strangers room. Kyuhyun felt like he should’ve just gotten executed on the spot. This felt wrong, foreign, but wrong all the way through.

Suddenly, a slight buzzing came from the table next to him, a small rectangular black device, flickered on with a glowing picture appearing on it, it turned black a second later. The table beside held that… thing. Well, everything was a foreign object. A lamp, foreign, a phone, foreign, a picture frame…. Not so foreign. Since when did paintings get so realistic? And it was him and that girl… There was a date under it. First Day of Chuseok! October 5th, 20XX…

Two-thousand twenty…. WHAT?! I’M IN THE FUTURE??