Chapter 1
yn p.o.v
So, um, five years ago—or what feels like it—I remember waking up with my eyes all blurry, you know, that kind of waking up where you’re not sure if you’re still dreaming or what’s going on? And my face was just soaked from crying. I mean, seriously, tears were still sliding down the sides, completely drenching my pillow. For a second, or maybe longer, I just froze. I was too scared to even move.
The last thing I remember was… god, it was the church. The dress. That white wedding dress that felt like it was choking me, and Jungkook… his smile, but it wasn’t his usual smile, you know? It was—it was fading, slipping away, and all I could hear was my own voice begging, ‘Don’t. Please don’t kill me.’
And then… nothing. Just nothing. Until now. No blood, no veil, no cold, hard ground. Just my bedroom ceiling, plain and boring like I’ve always known it. The soft morning light coming through the curtains—like it had no idea what chaos was in my head. I sat up so fast my breathing went all wobbly. Everything around me was just… normal? Like, completely fine. Too fine. Peaceful in a way that actually felt kind of jarring. As if… none of that ever happened. As if… I hadn’t died.
I remember my hands were still shaking when I swung my feet out of bed. I walked to the door because, honestly, what else could I do? My brain felt like it was crashing onto itself, trying to piece things together. And the second I stepped outside, bam, there’s Yuri, my twin sister. She was standing there, practically bouncing on the spot, her eyes lighting up like fireworks as she grabbed my shoulders.
"Do you know what happened?!" she said, all breathless and grinning.
I could barely manage a ‘huh’ before she dives into it.
"Our aunt fam is actually coming here! Like, after ten years! Aachi (grandma) said so. Isn’t that amazing? Finally, our families are gonna fix things and come back together!”
And, okay, just for context, that’s… kind of a big deal? There’s been this long thing—like an entire saga of family drama—and she’s practically buzzing with pure excitement. But me? I was just standing there, staring at her, probably looking like I’d seen a ghost.
My thoughts were scrambling all over the place. If this was when aunt fam was coming, then—hang on—does that mean this is five years before the wedding? But how? How am I here? I mean, I was dead. Wasn’t I? Like, I’m 99% sure I was dead.
And then, before I could even begin to wrap my head around that, our mom shows up. Her face is all tense—classic mom thing—and she’s staring right at me. Not Yuri. Me.
“What are you doing here? Go back inside,” she says, not even blinking. “Your father’s sister is coming. You obviously know that, so just stay in your room. There’s no need for you to come out.”
I felt the words hit me like a slap, but Yuri wasn’t having it. “Why, Ma?” she asked, frowning in that soft way she does.
“Isn’t Y/N your daughter too? If she’s there, aunt will be happy, right?” I could tell Yuri meant well, but Mom wasn’t budging. She chopped her words back like a knife. “That’s not necessary. Y/N, go inside.” And just like that, the conversation was done. Yuri gave me this look, kind of hurt, before heading off to the hall, giddy about seeing Jungkook or whatever.
Me? I just kept my head low and went back to my room. Didn’t argue. Didn’t say a word. Once I shut the door behind me, everything hit me all over again. My heart was pounding so loud I could feel it in my ears.
I looked at the mirror because… well, I don’t know. Isn’t that what you’d do? And there I was. The same—that’s what got me. The same face. The same eyes, like they hadn’t seen what they’ve seen. The same me from five years ago. Innocent, untouched, unscarred. My hands, my fingers, they were shaking as I reached up to touch my cheek, just to make sure it was real.
And then I whispered, “How did I come back? What’s even happening right now?”
My voice didn’t even sound like mine. But the memories, yeah, they were still there. Crystal clear and sharp as ever. The wedding… the blood… Jungkook… my death. It was all real.
And that’s when this idea—no, more like this fear—started creeping into my mind. Did I… I don’t know, I guess… did I reborn?!!? fuc--
