ddu-du ddu-du, ddu-du ddu-du

urghhhh let me sleep some more

ddu-du ddu-du, ddu-du ddu-du, aw yeah aw yeah

ok, holdup haven't I heard this somewhere before...

subconsciously, I could feel my fist start to clench up. this was accompanied by an increase in background beeping funnily enough.

"oh my gosh he's heartbeat is getting faster! Quickly call the doctor!" a voice yells out. Judging from the tone it seemed to come from a boy one that seems oddly familiar making me feels I am possibly strongly acquainted with him," also play the music louder, it seems to be working."

Instantly something in my mind just clicked. I know who THAT ASShole is, urghhhh I'll murdeR him.

Guji wonhamyeon test me

Neon bul bodeusi ppeonhae,

Manmanhan geol wonhaetdamyeon,

come on limbs work , WORK

"Doctor his heartbeat is rapidly increasing is he undergoing cardiac arrest?"

"That's unusual." Another voice says, deeper this time. This was followed by the soft rustle of papers "I've already double checked his records and he has no history of such complications. Anyways, I better contact his family looks like he's waking up."

"You do that sir and I'll just sit here and pump the volume to 100 for good measure. I mean it would be a waste if his family came all the way here for nothing."

you MoTHA......

Oh wait til' I do what I do

Hit you with thAT DDU-DU DDU-DU DU

"YOU JACKASS" I yell as I fling my body outwards to face the source of the music. Just as expected, there stood my friend, childhood friend no less, smugly grinning at me ,"Of all the things you could have played to wake me up you just had to play BLACKPINK."

"HAHAHA , you should have seen the look on your face when you were sleeping. All that anger all that stress. You just woke up my friend learn to relax learn to let go. Like this" my friend gleefully said before sitting cross-legged and pinched his hands in a very monk-esque way.

"You know Jacobin I think you are right about one thing, I do need to learn to relax but to relax I need to first eliminate the source of the disturbance. So Jacobin, why don't you come here" I say violently pointing towards my bedside, "come on I'll make it quick."

"Good jokes my friend but I gonna stay my distance till I get a restraining order on you."

"No, but I insist," I say all while, frantically looking around trying to find anything, just anything to throw at the jackal of a friend. This was someone who continues to show a very clear lack of sympathy for a guy who just woke up from a coma no less ( either that or a very long nap but I my bets are very clearly off that possibility) . It is only right that he was to pay for his misgivings. But alas this my plan was thwarted by the fact that no one bothered to put something shArP nExT tO MY BED ARGHHHH I yell out loud, doubtlessly drawing the attention of every person in a 5-meter radius and possibly even the doctor himself if he wasn't already on the phone.

Seeing my clear distress, my friend burst into laughter. "Hard time finding something to throw aye. Don't worry mate I bring you to basketball practice once you are off the bed. To make it up to you know," he says as he flashes me his 10-megawatt smile "if you ever get off the bed that is."

"Just you wai.., ARGHHHH" I didn't even complete my sentence before I feel a searing pain rip out from between my eyes. It felt as though someone had taken the liberty to stab my forehead out with a poker stick ie probably Jacobin and my vision was very quickly beginning to white out.

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As I clutched my forehead in absolute agony, Jacobin rushed over to me showing actual concern for the first time in a good twenty minutes "Hey you..you okay?" . Seeing my lack of response, he starts panicking "oh crap oh crap oh crap. Doctor...DOCTOR the patient is in pain!!"

In between jacobin shouts, I scacely makle out the sound of the door slamming open along with a pair of footsteps clattering towards me

"Son... son??" A muffled voice says distressly.

mom..?

"Don't worry mam we'll patch him up. Nurse morphine!"

The sounds of clanking was quickly followed by a snap as the doctor's fingers come into contact with the glass exterior of the syringe. One small prick later he administers a sweet sweet dose of morphine into my bloodstream and in a heartbeat, the once excruciating pain very quickly starts to fade away and I once again start to see in color again.

"Son, son oh thank god you are alive!" My mom cries in relief before leaping over to grasps my mildly malnourished body tightly, "We were so worried that you'll never awaken again!!"

"Yes mom don't worry, I didn't die yippeee." I say forcing a smile as the weight of my mom crushes me, "also could you now umm let go, your scarf is really getting in my eye."

"Oh yes son,"my mom says leaping away from me in a blink of an eye, "sorry about that. Also do you like the scarf I bought it from the antique store down the road and I must say it really suits my dres..."

"So how are you son?" my father says casually cutting off my mom's rambling, his hands placed reassuringly on my shoulder

"I...I am fine" I say rather shakingly, my bout of mild Alzheimer being more than likely a result of my mother's sufficiently smothering embrace.

"Hey dear I wasn't done talking to hi...."

"Dear just relax you'll have all the time in the world to talk to him, after he has recovered, right now he needs some rest don't you son?" My father says before turning around to give his all-knowing wink.

"Ok fine dear you have it your way but once he's out I am gonna cook the best food he has ever had. I mean look at the food!" My mom says jerking her hand to some perfectly edible food prepared for me "You know what this is? This is pet food! Pet food! How dare they serve such quality food to my son? Actually you know what doctor," my mom says grabbing the doctor by his collar ",get me to your cooking staff I want to have a word with them!" Before we could do anything to stop her, my mom stormed out of the room followed closely by both the ruffled-up doctor and then shortly later by the veteran at dealing with mom, my dad.

And with that, every last one of them has gone I could finally relax! I taking a deep breath, taking in the white sterile environment that was the hospital ward... Only to see that scum Jacobin laughing he's ass off at the corner of the room

"hahahaha oh my gosh your parents are really are a piece of work." my friend laughs out loud, unable to hold it in anymore. Seeing my glare, however, he raises his hand in surrender "Ok fine I'll go whatever but anyways see you in school on Monday!" He smiles at me cheekily before strutting out of the room. The slam of the door being one finaly reminder of his presence then silence.

Thus I was now truly alone. I sit there slightly pissed off and slightly overwhelmed as I sort through the absolute shitstorm which was my internal memory space. Barring all of mom's usually eccentricities, my friend's asshole behavior, and dad's usual calmness, one question still stood in my mind

Was it all a dream?

I mean the sights the sounds the pain the everything felt so real. Even the overwhelming feminine feeling I had throughout felt so authentic as though I had really inhabited that body for years yet didnt...? This is way too realistic even by my dream standards and trust me, I have had some really lifelike dreams before.

But at the same time there's no way I could have actually teleported into another world could I? I mean that only happens in those weird issekai mangas right haha HAHA. The more I laugh the more hollow my every word felt and quickly it petered out to nothingness.

Then again maybe it was some supa dupa secret Illuminati project that accidentally caused a 17-year-old boy from Singapore to gain world-hopping powers...? Nah that's too wild of a conspiracy for even alex jones to concoct up. Otherwise, maybe it's the Russians who addled my brain which caused this phenomenon...? No no no that's just ridiculous plus why Russia

"Ya actually why Russia?" at once my hands rushed to cover my mouth before my brain even began to comprehend the severity of my actions. First I had entertained the possibility that I had teleported to another reality now I was starting to talk to myself?? Wow at this rate, I was going to end up in a mental hospital in Malaysia two months from now.

"Wait what's Malaysia?" HUH, how the heck how did I not know Malaysia? Wait whatttt... I raised my hand and gave myself a big o'l slap on the face. Much better, my face contorted into a smile at the satisfaction of having proven to myself that Malaysia was indeed a real country before my smile just as quickly melted from my face as I just had just proven to myself that Malaysia exists.........

"ArghHhh" I yell of frustration as I flump onto the bed, burying my head deep in the pillow. 15 minutes have past and I was still no closer to the truth.

In any case due undoubtedly to the fact I had spent precious brain capacity trying to prove Malaysia was a real country, I was 101% spent which meant that, assuming that whenever I thought of the whole situation meant that I started questioning the existence of sovereign states, my brain was probably going to explode from all the processing power I had to devote to solve this minor irrelevant problem which is just going to add on to the processing power that is already used up for JC. So since 100% + 101% = 201% ( >100%) this means there is only one course of action left

Forget It All