Nondescript
Description
Woojin is stranded. Not in another apartment complex, not in a strange new city nor was it in an unfamiliar province. He wasn't stranded in a deserted island or a faraway country.
In fact, he's stranded somewhere internet connection and signals couldn't possible reach. Somewhere electricity has yet to exist and where text messages are sent through pigeons. Yeah, he is stranded in the past. As in, Woojin is the only person who wears a pair of ripped jeans and tshirt there when everybody else are either wearing glimmering coats and dresses or torn clothes there is no in between.
Cue mayhem.
Purely based out of the vcr from wanna one fancon hehehehe which means hello prince!jihoon
Foreword
This can't be possibly it. No way.
He checks his 98% charged phone screen in agony and realized that, at least the clock is still working, but no possible way to contact any of his friends since there isn't any CONNECTIONS!
Woojin shoves his phone back to his pocket and examines his new odd surroundings with much confusion. There are hella lot of trees out here, maybe a camping site? That could be it but why is there complete huts made purely out of wood and roof from straws here? And not just one, but lots of them and this doesn't look like a camping complex at all. And those horses, real neighing and breathing horses, are surely not part of the entertainment programme a camping site would provide. Who still wears a tall hat and weird looking coat while jumping on a horse before riding off like a cowboy. Nope, Woojin checked and he is sure that he had not spotted any filming crew or any hidden cameras out there. And why is that lady cleaning crooked tin plates without soap and proper amount of water to rinse? It's the twenty first century, man. Hygiene is considered very important.
Unless...
Woojin laughs.
"Stop being idiotic. You drank to much of Donghyun's energy drinks. Stop being a moron for once, Park Woojin."
Slowly, his laugh dies in his throat as he realized that everyone there is looking at him strange. Scrutinizing gazes are more directed to his choice of clothings compared to the previous bizzare act of laughing out of nowhere.
He looks down to his green T-shirt that has a huge QUEEN logo printed on it and his favorite pair of black ripped jeans that hugs his legs just right. Well, its his normal but most dashing wardrobe ever although Daehwi begs to differ.
But it seems that these people, clothed in simple grey and beige, clothes filled with untidy stitches on the seam, similar classic looks from those historical textbooks in the French Revolution, do not think that Woojin's bright green shirt is considered 'okay'.
Before, he had laughed out to his crazy assumptions, now Woojin feels like crying.
His assumptions could probably be right. He's stuck in time. And space. Into the past. Certainly not in his campus and not in the 21st century.
God. Help him.
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