《Where we are Parallel: BTS X Reader》Chapter 2
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"Ah" I started.
"It's okay hunny there is no need to be nervous." She said."I am Erma. Stache face is Tony and Mr pouty face is Beck. We are the oracles." The two men waved smiling at me.
Erma blew a big puff of smoke in the air in the middle of the table. It glowed and started showing me as a little girl at my grandparents cabin on my bike making my way to the lake. I look in shock.
"We have been watching you over the years. Ever since you opened your first parallel world portal." Erma started. As the powder shifted to show younger me peering at the invisible wall.
"Oh poor child you must have been very terrified." Tony sympathised when it showed me running away from the Loch Ness monster.
"So that was real?" I mumbled.
"Loki is actually a sweetheart he would never hurt anyone. He was trying to be friendly." Beck explained as it showed the monster swimming away and the wall disappearing.
"I'm glad we finally get to properly introduce ourselves to you." Erma gave me a warm smile.
"Why am I here?" I asked.
"I'm sure you have been told that you are a Jumper. We need your help. A new parallel world was created and is lost somewhere along with its creator." Erma began.
"Even with our powers combined we have tried to search for it but failed." Tony added.
"Our powers have there limits. We can't search for something that doesn't want to be found." Beck shook his head.
"If you guys failed to find it why do you think it's going to work with me?" I asked. They all looked at each other.
"Because the creator and you are connected in more ways than you think." Erma explained.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked.
They all stayed silent watching me as the smoke started getting big and spread through out the whole room.
"What's going on?" I looked around panicked.
"I know this seems to be a little strange to you but follow the path and you will soon understand." I heard Tony's faded voice.
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"Find Namjoon Y/N." Erma's disappearring voice was the last thing head.
...
"Y/N are you listening?" I heard a little boy's voice ask.
I looked around and saw my younger self with that little boy laying on the grass in a park.
Where am I? What is going on?
"Ya Namjoon that world sounds cool. Are you going to have ponies in it?" Younger me asked him.
Namjoon? Why does that sound familiar. Are these my memories?
"It's going to have everything. You can live there with me. We won't have to worry about anything. We can even eat all the ice cream we want?" He smiled. Younger me cheered.
Then the smoke was creeping in making everything disappeared. Then it disposed to the ground again. I look around I was in an unfamiliar place. I'm standing in the middle of a road I peered around even when there are street lights it's too dark to see farther. I turned to look at the other side of the road.
"Hello!?" I shouted, What is this place? I turned back and there was a gus station not too far from me. What? How? Oh whatever.
I frantically walked to it as I got closer I saw a men in a bomber jacket, jeans, sneakers and a baseball hat with a lollipop in his mouth cleaning a car's windows. Once he was done the owner of the car threw money at him and drove away. I walked over to help him.
"What a jerk." I help him pick up the last of the money and hand it to him.
"Nah today is one of the better days." He forced out with his teeth gritted.
"I hate to see it at it's worst." I scrunched up my face.
"You have no-" He stopped mid sentence when he looked at me. His eyes shined and a big smile formed on his face.
"Y/N!" He threw himself on me into a huge crushing hug.
"Huh?" I squirmed in confusion. "Sorry um we know each other?"
"I can't believe it. You have finally appeared in my dream ... You can't be here you have to go. It's too dangerous here." He let go looking at me.
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"Ah what do you mean?" I asked curious.
"Hey Namjoon shift is over." Someone called out from behind us.
I turned to see the gus station store. It was lit but there was no one inside.
"You are Namjoon?" I turned, to my surprise the same car was there and the man was back cleaning the windows again, onces he finished the person threw money at him once more. Didn't this just happen already? I walked up to him.
"Hey are you-" I shoot my head up to find myself standing in front of Connor.
"Okay this is my stop. I'm going back." Agent Espinoza stayed in the elevator.
"Okay see you later Espinoza." He turned to me. "Let's go they have been waiting for you."
"Whoa Dèja vu." I mumbled feeling a chill in the back of my neck.
He lead me to a big wooden double door and knocked. The doors open and there seated on a circular table Erma, Beck and Tony playing cards.
"Hah! I win again. Pay up." The woman laughs.
"I swear you cheat." The man with a mustache throw his cards.
"I never like playing with you." The other one pouted reaching into his pocket.
"Eh hem" Connor cleared his throat.
"Oh look who finally came." The woman stood up, walked over to me and cupped my face. "How was your trip?." She winked. Ooohh my gosh. My jaw dropped.
"See I told you she would come!" The man with the mustache beamed.
"Oh hush I get it." The other man spoke.
"Oh hunny come and sit, sit." She backened me to the round table. "Connor why don't you be a dear and make us some tea."
"Yes ma'am" He stepped out.
She went to take her seat after she sat me down. They all looked at me with warm smiles.
"How was your trip? Did you get anything out of it." Erma started.
"Ah, that wasn't a dream was it?" I looked at all of them as they smirked. "What did you do to me?"
"We just helped you find The creator. What did you see?" Beck he scooted closer letting his elbows rest on the table.
"Beck" Erma warned.
"Sorry." He backed up, looked to the side folding his arms and crossed his legs.
"We just gave you some tea for it nothing bad." She gestured to my right side. I looked at my right side and there sat a half drank cup of tea.
"Whao." I mumbled.
"Ah ..." I tried to remember what happened, "It was all very fuzzy but I think I was in his world. I talked to him, I looked away for a second and the scene repeated itself before I was pulled out and ended up here again." I looked around me.
"It's still too young" Tony looked at the others.
"Still developing." Beck said with his fingers stroking his chin.
"And it's already destructive. We have to find it as soon as we can before..." Erma paused looking at her companions.
"Before what?" I asked a little curious. Beck closed his mouth with his hand trying to keep himself from spilling something.
"Before the creator destroys it along with himself." Beck blurted out not able to hold himself.
"What?!?!" My jaw dropped at the news.
"Beck seriously? Why do you always have to do that?" Tony asked."You have to make the announcement more dramatic by dragging the pause a little longer." Beck shrugged.
"Beck is right. Y/N you are the only one that can help him find his way. Can you do that? The choice is yours." Erma went on.
I just stayed silent looking at all of them at the sametime. What can I do? Something crossed my train of thoughts.
"Before I was pulled back he said I shouldn't be there that it was too dangerous. How can I be the only one that can help him if he is saying this?" I asked.
"Like I said before follow the path and you will soon understand." Tony smiled as he lead me out. "Connor you know what to do." Connor nodded as the double doors closed.
Do they have to be so vague?
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