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Now, at twenty-six, he had seen centuries. He had walked through streets that existed long before he was born. Each jump left him in awe, sometimes disoriented, but always exhilarated.
He had always remained in the shadows. Observed. Recorded. Returned.
“—and that’s why I will never trust a vending machine in Busan again,” Jisung said, the words laced with the carefree slur of someone slightly tipsy. He grinned, expecting laughter.
There was a pause.
A stilted cough. Felix raised an eyebrow. “I… don’t get it.”
“Yeah,” Hyunjin said slowly, arms crossed, “what’s funny?”
Jisung blinked, feeling the faint, familiar tug, the sensation of the world drawing in a breath it wasn’t going to release. His smile faltered, and he waved a hand weakly. “Come on, guys… not now. I’m tipsy.”-
Or : Every time Jisung makes a bad joke, he time travels. He doesn't know why or how it happens, but the key to getting back to his own time is making a good joke.