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It’s an accident, really. They don’t happen a lot.

It’s only happened twice before: once when he and Seokjin were studying new spells, and Yoongi traveled back to an hour earlier. The other time was when Jimin was convinced Yoongi was the one that left the window open before the snowstorm hit. Unfortunately for Yoongi, Jimin was right - but Jimin could never prove that, now could he?

Still; both times Yoongi knows to go back in time for the timeline to stay intact.

It's just that he’d been working on his spells for nearly fourteen hours straight, finalizing the last few orders for one of the local witch stores in the city that had to be finished before the morning. He only stopped working on them to pee or receive his food deliveries. It's because of that last delivery around midnight that he ends up knocked out at the dining room table, the taste of soy chicken still present in his mouth.

He knows he talks in his sleep. He knows because Jimin likes telling him in the morning what he mumbled; likes to guess what his dreams were about and if they were as funny as his midnight ramblings were. It had never been a risk, though. Yoongi mostly murmured nonsense, and even if he did make sense, he never wore any of his magic jewelry to bed. Again, he’s not really to blame for this, honestly.

The truth is that he'd been exhausted, had finally finished his last order when the bell rang and his favorite person in the world – the 24-hour delivery guy – arrived with his dinner. He didn’t think about maybe taking his jewelry off in case he fell asleep, nor did he think about the fact that he sometimes mumbled when he did sleep. All he could think of was finishing that plate of rice and chicken.

And thus, when Yoongi wakes up in the middle of the night in a dark room, neck sore from the weird position he’d been sleeping in, he doesn’t register how the dining room table is completely clean. He doesn’t even realize it’s the table from ages ago, the one they got rid of when he moved in and they both decided they liked his table better than Jimin’s.

He doesn’t notice that when he enters the bedroom, the room – dark as it may be – isn’t how it’s supposed to be. How the photos on the wall are primarily from Jimin, Hoseok and Jungkook, how the Hawaiian leis from their three-year anniversary holiday weren't hanging on the pin-up board above their dresser.

All Yoongi sees is the shape of Jimin in their bed, fast asleep. He rubs his eyes before undressing quietly, with Jimin’s light snores ever-present as usual. When he’s down to his boxers he crawls in beside his boyfriend, eyes adjusting enough for him to realize Jimin had dyed his hair a silver-greyish shade.

He didn’t realize Jimin had done that today; didn’t see that when his boyfriend had walked in earlier that evening after coming back from work, or when he gave him a quick peck on his cheek. Yoongi could’ve sworn his hair was as blonde as it had been yesterday, but maybe he'd been more tired than he thought.

It had been the case lately; the two of them living nearly separate lives even though they lived in the same apartment. Yoongi was too busy preparing orders both day and night, and Jimin was out during the days; working as a gym teacher throughout the week and a gymnastic coach on the weekends.

The two of them loved their jobs, but it came with having to sacrifice a majority of their spare time together. It was only during late nights, when Yoongi crawled into bed and Jimin was still miraculously awake that the two had the time to talk, to connect, or even to get intimate. The feeling of missing Jimin was normal now, ingrained in Yoongi’s routine.

He leans over to push his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, to which Jimin lets out a soft sigh.

“Love this color,” Yoongi mumbles before leaning in and kissing him on his soft lips. He moves so he’s fully underneath the warm duvet and throws a leg over Jimin’s own. He can feel Jimin waking up slightly, a confused groan erupting from his throat.

“What the fuck?” Yoongi hears Jimin say confused. He frowns and is about to open his eyes to ask what the deal is when Jimin abruptly moves away from him, limbs frantically pushing himself out of Yoongi’s grip so fast it scares the shit of Yoongi.

“What the hell!” Yoongi shouts. His heart starts beating faster, and he turns in bed to flick on the night light beside their bed. When he turns around, Jimin is in the corner of the room, eyes wide and searching, clearly upset and, if Yoongi isn’t mistaken, actually afraid.

“What happened? Are you okay?!” Yoongi asks confused, taking in Jimin’s shaken form. There’s something very off about seeing his boyfriend like this, and for a split second, Yoongi feels like he’s missing something important.

“Y- Yoongi hyung?” Jimin yelps, the high pitch of his voice startling Yoongi.

Yoongi hyung?

“Wha-” Yoongi starts saying, still looking at his boyfriend’s tiny frame, and it’s then that he realizes something is very, very wrong.

He’s looking at Jimin, properly this time. His mind had already told him there was something off, but now, as his eyes trail the bare torso of the person on the opposite side of the room, the pieces of the puzzle slowly fall into place.

Oh no.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, and he moves his head to take in the bedroom he’s in.

“Yoongi hyung?” Jimin squeaks again, bewilderment still present in his voice.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, looking at the chest of drawers where his box of jewelry is. Or rather, where it’s supposed to be. “Fucking fuck.”

“Wh- Wat are you doing here?” Jimin asks him then, but Yoongi can’t respond because he’s looking at the open closet on the opposite wall, full of Jimin’s clothes that Yoongi knows he hasn’t seen in years. He sees how his signed basketball that should be on top of the closet isn’t there, and his gaze lands on the wall of pictures that only show Yoongi on it once or twice; in their group setting as usual, clearly as nothing other than friends.

“Please say sike,” Yoongi groans to himself, before turning his head to look at Jimin.

The ‘nevermind’ tattoo that was supposed to cover the lower right half of his rib cage had mysteriously vanished, and Yoongi lets out the loudest whine his body is able to produce.

“Yoong-”

“What's today’s date?” Yoongi asks Jimin defeated. Jimin blinks in that way Yoongi knows means he’s running out of patience.

“Wh- What?” Jimin said, clearly getting more confused by the second.

“What is today’s date?” Yoongi asks again.

“Oh. It’s... Friday? The nineteenth of April. O- Or I guess it’s the early morning of the twentieth now?” Jimin answers.

“And the year?”

“The year?”

“Yep. Year. That we’re in right now.”

“Oh,” Jimin says, blinking once, then twice.

“2019.”

Shit.

“2019?” Yoongi repeats and Jimin nods slowly.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said, falling back onto the bed. He stares to the ceiling and lets out a sigh, as he hears his boyfriend- or no, his friend quietly call his name again.

“Yoongi hyung?”

He’s traveled a little over five years back to the past. Back to when he and Jimin were nothing but friends.

Great.

Jimin is going to kill him.

“Hyung can you please tell me what the hell is happening?” Jimin’s voice sounds, and Yoongi sighs before sitting up straight again.

2019. He had just turned twenty-six back then if he’s not mistaken. It meant that he and Seokjin had already learned about time travel, so Jimin shouldn’t be that surprised.

“Ehm,” Yoongi started, only now aware of the fact that he’s in his boxers. He moves out of the bed towards his clothes and starts getting dressed. “I’m Yoongi, from the future. I think I accidentally time-traveled in my sleep? Which has never happened before, by the way.”

“Oh.”

He had turned away from Jimin as he got dressed, so when he turned around after putting his sweats and t-shirt back on, Jimin was sitting on their- his bed, hugging one of his pillows.

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied. “Apparently, I talk in my sleep. I was still wearing my magic ring, so..." he shrugged. "I must have mumbled something in my dreams, and here we are.”

“Oh. Okay....” Jimin said hesitantly, eyes blinking once, then once more. That familiar frown of his was present on his face, and it’s then that Yoongi sees how young Jimin looks. He’s not changed much from who he is now; he’s was leaner here – Yoongi remembers his strict diet regime when Jimin had still been in college – and his hair is definitely shorter in the present, but overall Jimin was as cute as he’d always been.

“You don’t look that much older,” Jimin says quietly. “What year are you from?”

“Can’t tell you that,” Yoongi replies.

“Oh,” Jimin says then, still a bit confused. “Well, I saw you two weeks ago. Your hair was like, wine red.”

“Ah. Yeah. I remember this era,” Yoongi says. “I prefer black though, as you can see.”

“Yeah,” Jimin says, still staring up at him. Yoongi can’t seem to look away either. The room falls silent again.

“This is insane,” Jimin whispers. “I feel like this is a dream. Am I dreaming?”

Yoongi chuckles softly. “You’re not.”

“Okay. Is this an elaborate joke?”

“It’s not.”

“Okay,” Jimin states again. “You’re oddly calm about this. Has this happened before?”

“Definitely not like this,” Yoongi sighs. “Sorry,” he says then, scratching his neck. "I'll get out of your hair now, don’t mind me,” and moves his right hand to his chest. “See you later,” he says then, placing his left thumb over the ring on his ring finger. He closes his eyes.

“You kissed me.”

Oh.

Yoongi opens his eyes and looks at Jimin.

“You kissed me,” Jimin says again, and it’s then that Yoongi remembers kissing Jimin quickly on his mouth before falling asleep. He didn’t realize it because it’s normal for him; it’s a routine for future them, so much so that not kissing Jimin goodnight leaves him feeling somewhat restless.

“Ehm-”

“After crawling into my bed, you kissed me and then wrapped yourself around me. You kissed me,” Jimin says again, and he lifts his eyebrows, waiting for Yoongi to confirm. There’s no denying this, so Yoongi swallows.

“I guess?”

“Why?” Jimin asks, curiosity peeking through.

Shit.

“I can’t say anything,” Yoongi replies, shoving his hands in his pockets. He knows the rules of time travel, knows when he should keep his mouth shut; when he’s dangerously close to changing the timeline.

“Are we sleeping together?”

“Jimin,” Yoongi interrupts, “I’m serious. I can’t say anything about u- anything.”

“Or what?” Jimin asks, and Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“You know what. It’s going to mess up the timeline if I do. Besides, if you use magic incorrectly you might lose your powers,” Yoongi adds. He spins the green ring on his finger around subconsciously.

“I don’t want to come back home to find out my jewelry box has bursted into flames while I was gone,” Yoongi says, looking at the spot on the dresser that’s occupied with several of Jimin’s colognes. He briefly wonders if he should move his jewelry box so Jimin can put them back on the dresser instead of piling them up in their tiny bathroom.

“So you, Seokjin, and Taehyung could lose your magic powers if you abuse them?”

“Basically, yep,” Yoongi nods. “If it’s not for the greater good, part of fate and/or if it’s solely for your own gain and it encourages any of the seven vices, you can lose your powers,” Yoongi drums up, familiar with all the rules he’d learned years ago. “I’ve had friends go through that shit, it’s horrible.”

“Oh...” Jimin says, nodding slowly as he has his eyes fixed on the sheets. Yoongi nods along, and silence fills the room again. Jimin is obviously lost in thoughts, his eyebrows pushed together as he’s trying to make sense of the situation.

Yoongi doesn’t blame him for the confusion, to be honest. He remembers all the questions Jimin had asked him about magic throughout the years. It’s funny, though; it seemed like Jimin only became interested in magic when he started dating Yoongi. Which, come to think of it, would have been- 

“You kissed me, hyung,” Jimin says abruptly, bringing Yoongi back to reality.

“I think we’ve established that,” Yoongi chuckles, but it seems like Jimin doesn’t find it funny at all, so he sobers up quickly. “Listen- don’t worry about it, okay?” Yoongi reassures him. “Just pretend that this is all a weird dream. And whatever you do, don’t say anything to past m-”

“You just said, your jewelry box would burst into flames,” Jimin said.

“That’s if I abuse my powers,” Yoongi replied. “If I were t-”

“When you get home,” Jimin interrupts again. “You said you’d find your jewelry box in flames at home.”

“Yeah?”

“And you looked at my dresser.”

Oh.

“You looked at my dresser when you mentioned the jewelry box you have at home. Your home.”

Oh no.

“We’re not just sleeping together,” Jimin says, and Yoongi can feel his heartbeat speeding up. Jimin had always been too smart for his own good.

“Ji-”

“Are... are we’re a couple… that moved in together?”

Fuck.

What the hell was he supposed to say? He can’t tell him the truth, because as far as he’s aware, Yoongi and Jimin were very basic friends at this time in their life, even though they spent a lot of time in the same friend group. But he can’t lie either - what if his lies are the cause for the timeline to break?

“I...” Yoongi started, taking in Jimin’s wide eyes. “looked at the dresser... because that’s where you have your jewelry?” he said. Jimin just blinks, so he continues. “Me looking at that dresser doesn’t mean anything.”

“So this isn’t your home?”

“Jimin, you know I can’t confirm or deny anything,” Yoongi said again, hoping he’d let it go, but Jimin was still looking at him expectantly. He clears his throat.

“Let’s just say,” Yoongi starts, “I only kissed you because I thought this was the present – your future, and I was sleeping next to my present-day boyfriend. From the future.”

That’s technically not lying or telling the tru-

“Oh, thank god,” Jimin groans then, letting out an elated giggle. “Fuck,” he laughs, pushing a hand through his silver hair, “you really scared me, for a second I thought we were together.”

Wait.

“What?”

“Yeah, I know!” Jimin cackles again and then lets out a relieved sigh. “That would probably be my worst nightmare.”

What the fuck?

“Excuse me?”

“No offense, hyung!” Jimin said, lifting his hands. “I’m sure you’re great and stuff, but wow,” Jimin sighs again, “the thought of the two of us being more than friends is what confused me the most about this entire situation.”

In the back of Yoongi’s mind, it occurs to him that Jimin had often called him petty over the years. Granted, Yoongi was petty. He just never really got called out on it until he got together with Jimin.

Jimin could get petty too, Yoongi knew. He was also aware that their most trivial fights usually were about either of them being childish towards one another. Mostly it was Yoongi being juvenile, but after the two of them would talk it out, he’d just shrug and say ‘I… can’t help it. It’s just who I am.’

So when Yoongi eyed the relief on Jimin’s dumb face, he clenched his jaw. He pulled his mouth closed tight and ignored the subconscious warning his mind gave him about messing with the timeline. As he reached for the phone that miraculously was still in his pocket, he let out a grunt, which made Jimin look up at him with interest.

“Your worst nightmare, huh?” Yoongi muttered, and he unlocked his phone and moved his home screen to the one with the least apps.

“Well… guess what?” he says and walks forward. He shoves his phone forward so it’s inches away from Jimin’s face. Jimin moves back a little, his surprised gaze moving from Yoongi’s face to the glowing screen in front of him.

It took one second for the look on his face to change from confusion to shock. Another second for his mouth to drop open, for his eyes to widen. He looks, taking in Yoongi’s phone. Or more specifically, the picture of Yoongi and Jimin together.

Future Jimin is smiling widely, eyes half crescents as his light blonde hair is pushed back from his face. Yoongi is right next to him, face in profile as he’s leaning into Jimin’s left side, nose nudging his cheek. He’s smiling widely too; the effect from planting a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek while being slightly tipsy, celebrating Chuseok. Yoongi had one arm wrapped around Jimin’s waist – he remembers it even if the zoomed-in picture doesn’t show it - and has his left hand planted on Jimin’s chest, covered by Jimin’s smaller hand, fingers entangled. It was easy to see the love radiating from the two of them, and it seems like Jimin got the hint.

As his face paled, Yoongi didn’t care about messing with the timeline (very stupid) or losing his magical powers in the future (even more stupid). All he cared about was wiping that dumb smile off of Jimin’s face. And he succeeded.

“You’re a few years too late, sunshine.”

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The mug between Yoongi’s hands was hot, the tips of his fingers shooting pain signals to his brain whenever they rested on it for too long. It was somewhat of a distraction for him; helped bring him back to the present whenever his mind wandered off to the future. He wondered how much had changed by now. Would he still go back to their apartment? Or would what he did now lead to them never being together in the first place?

Would Jimin still love him?

Yoongi’s frantic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door opening. Jimin, now dressed in an oversized light blue sweater and a pair of tight black leggings walked out, slightly dazed. Yoongi had been very tempted to travel back while Jimin was changing. Maybe that would have been the better move, he thinks, as Jimin moves to the table.

The boy hadn’t spoken to Yoongi since he revealed their.... situationship. Yoongi had asked him if he wanted to talk about it and he had nodded, very slowly, eyes not having moved from his mobile phone screen.

‘I’ll make us some coffee, then,’ Yoongi stated after a few seconds of awkward silence, and nodded once more before moving to the kitchen. Now, as Jimin sat down and stared at the coffee cup meant for him, Yoongi slowly realised the gravity of what he’d done.

What the hell was he thinking?

“Careful, ‘s hot,” he mumbles when Jimin finally reaches out to his cup. Jimin looks up at him, and back to the cup again.

In the dim light of the dining room area, with his silver hair messy on top of his head and a few locks falling in front of his eyes, Jimin looks as beautiful as Yoongi remembered him all those years ago.

His face is a little puffy from being woken up so abruptly, but it makes him look even softer than usual. The neckline of his sweater falls over his shoulder as Jimin moves so one leg is folded up on his chair, mug resting on top of his knee. His plump lips separate to blow on the hot beverage, and Yoongi has to look away when Jimin licks them after tasting the coffee.

He doesn’t know why he feels slightly embarrassed, heat rising to his cheeks when he realises Jimin caught him staring at his mouth.

‘It’s good,” Jimin says, and Yoongi looks back at him with his eyebrows raised. Jimin smiles a little. “The coffee. It’s better than how I usually make it.”

“Oh,” Yoongi says, and scratches the back of his neck. “Teaspoon of honey,” he replies softly. “It’s what you usually add to your coffee,” he says, and doesn’t even realise what he said until he sees Jimin frown.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Why can’t he stop being stupid?!

“Oh,” Jimin says, slowly nodding. He looks down at his coffee. “I guess… I’ll be doing that from now on then,” he says, a little unsure of himself.

Yoongi feels like he’s made the worst mistake of his life.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs then.

Yoongi looks at Jimin to see his reaction. The younger boy looks up at him, and Yoongi can see the confusion in his eyes. He clears his throat.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking when I revealed…” Yoongi starts, and looks down at his cup of coffee, “I’m sorry for confusing you, and for telling you about our... situation. Especially the way I did it- I shouldn’t have done it, basically.”

“Yeah, that was a petty move,” Jimin snorts. Yoongi looks up at him, and smiles a little.

“I’ve been told that I’m quite petty, yeah,” Yoongi admits. “But you have to understand that I get very defensive about our relationship.”

Jimin laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so?” he says, his eyes twinkling. He smiles at him before taking another sip of his coffee.

Yoongi blushes, and curses himself internally for doing so. What the fuck? Why does it feel like he’s back at that early stage of their relationship, when Jimin winking at him was enough for him to turn red?

“I should apologise too,” Jimin says then, bringing Yoongi back to the conversation. He looks up to see Jimin’s gaze fixed on the mug in his hands. “For saying that being with you would be my worst nightmare. That’s a horrible thing to say,” Jimin admits shyly.

“It’s fine,” Yoongi snorts. “Just funny to hear that compared to what I know,” he says, but then frowns. “Well… I don’t know what happens now that I’ve told you,” he continues. He shrugs, but can’t ignore the lump in his throat as he looks back up at Jimin.

“Who knows, maybe now we won’t get together after all,” Yoongi admits. He forcibly swallows away the nasty feeling of potentially having his five-year relationship disappear because of what he did.

Did he mention how stupid he’d been?

“Even if we do… get together,” Jimin says, the hesitation clear in his voice, “I’m not sure if it makes sense for me. Not right now, at least. I don’t know- it just feels like this is coming out of nowhere. Like it’s too sudden for it to be… genuine?”

“Ah,” Yoongi says, and chuckles a little. “Got it.”

“Sorry,” Jimin says, and Yoongi can feel how sincere Jimin is about his apology.

“No- don’t be,” Yoongi says, wanting to reach out to hold Jimin’s hand, but stops himself before he can make the move. “It’s just…” Yoongi says, and lets out a laugh before continuing, “that’s exactly what I thought when I realised you were into me, too.”

“Really?” Jimin asks surprised, and Yoongi nods.

“Thought that for a long while, if I’m honest.”

It’s interesting; Yoongi used to wonder what it was that had made Jimin suddenly interested in him. They had been friends for a couple of years by the time they started dating; with his little brother Taehyung dating Jimin’s best friend, it was almost impossible for their whole group to not become friends.

Besides that, everyone knew that Yoongi had a thing for Jimin. Namjoon, who was his best friend, knew him - and his type - like no other, which meant Seokjin knew about it as well.

Taehyung had often teased him when the two of them still lived together - never when they were together as a group thankfully - but when he did, Yoongi just rolled his eyes at him. And if Taehyung knew about it, Jungkook knew about it too. Everyone knew except Jimin, and Hoseok of course, who was often oblivious to those things.

So what if he had a thing for cute guys that looked like angels but could probably bend him in half without breaking a sweat? So what if Jimin had always exuded that exact energy?

It was just who Jimin was: beautiful, strong and ever so sexy without trying. He might not have been born with magic, but the power that radiated from Jimin was enough to call him ethereal. Yoongi was just happy to be in his presence whenever possible.

“Wait- what do you mean ‘you were into me too’?” Jimin asks, and his eyebrows shoot up before Yoongi can even respond, a gasp escaping his lips. “Hyung- do you have a crush on me? Like- right now? In the present? Or like, past?”

This time, Yoongi chuckles out loud. “I mean- yeah, obviously,” Yoongi laughs, and shrugs, “I always thought you knew somewhere in the back of your mind. Damn,” he says, shaking his head after taking a sip of his coffee, “you really were oblivious.”

“You never said anything!” Jimin says, slightly offended. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Look closely at the people who go out of their way to make you feel special,” Yoongi says then. “That’s how you recognise love, in whatever shape it is.”

Yoongi had meant it lightly, but Jimin blinked once, then again, mouth forming a small ‘o’ as he paused from taking another sip of coffee.

“Wow,” Jimin said after a few moments of silence. He chuckles lightly. “That’s… beautiful, I guess.”

Yoongi smiles, is about to point it out; brain starting to form the sentence ‘you’re the one who said it, doofus,’ when it hits him.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

-

“Fuck, I love it like this,” Jimin says, head thrown back, panting heavily as he moves up and down.

The two of them were in bed, Jimin on top of Yoongi, legs folded on each side of Yoongi’s thighs as the older boy sat leaning against the head board. His hands were guiding Jimin, gripping right under his ass as he helped him bounce on his hard length.

“Feels so good,” Jimin moans as Yoongi leans forward and kisses his throat, pushing himself closer, deeper into Jimin.

Yoongi loved Jimin like this; whenever Jimin let him know how happy he was when they were together, how much he appreciated their relationship and their love. Yoongi had always craved Jimin’s approval during sex – wasn’t shy about asking him if it was good; if he was good to him.

“Yeah? You like it?” Yoongi pants too, feet braced on the bed as he moves his hips in sync with Jimin, thrusting at the right moments.

“Yeah,” Jimin exhales, his head moving back down so he was looking at Yoongi, eyes hooded. “Love it, hyung,” Jimin sighed, “You make me feel so good; so fucking good,” Jimin moans.

Yoongi’s heart raced as he looked into his boyfriend’s eyes. It wasn’t just because of the sex; he loved hearing Jimin talk proudly about the two of them being together, still smiled brightly whenever Jimin introduced him as his boyfriend.

Maybe, in the back of Yoongi’s mind, he was still as insecure a year and a half into their relationship as he was in the beginning - when he realised Jimin liked him back. He was just Yoongi, the quiet, older brother of Taehyung, who spent his spare time looking at architecture, improving his magic potions and watching nature documentaries more than he’d like to admit.

Jimin was, well, Jimin: the state champion gymnast who also happened to be a math genius. Jimin; the most popular boy on campus. Jimin, the most handsome, beautiful guy Yoongi had ever laid his eyes on. Jimin, with his delicate but strong features. Jimin, with his bright eyes that disappeared when he was happy and became twice as big when he was confused. Jimin, who had the entire campus wrapped around his finger. That Jimin had felt something for him, too.

“I’ve always wondered what it was that made you interested in me.” Yoongi says, not so suddenly for himself, but sudden enough for Jimin, who looked at him, eyebrows frowning as he registered what Yoongi said. They slowed down into a grind, Jimin still moving. He cocked his head to the side a little, his smile growing and growing until he let out a giggle.

“I’m serious,” Yoongi pouts, pinching Jimin’s ass.

“I know,” Jimin laughs, “I’m not laughing at you. I’m just surprised, that’s all,” Jimin says, and stops moving.

“It felt so sudden, you know?” Yoongi says, moving his hands to rub Jimin’s thighs distractedly. Jimin looks at him, and he knows he waiting for him to continue. Jimin’s fingers push his hair away from his face, and move to gently massage Yoongi’s scalp, soothing him enough for him to continue talking. “What was it that changed?”

Jimin drops his hand from the back of Yoongi’s head and places it right underneath his ear, his thumb caressing Yoongi’s cheek. He smiled softly.

“I think I just had a change of perspective? You know how once you see something, you can’t unsee it?” Jimin asks, and Yoongi nods.

“I kind of had that realisation with you. Someone once told me to look closely at the people who go out of their way to make you feel special. That’s how you recognise love, in whatever shape it is,” Jimin said. “It made me notice you. And how you made me feel.”

“What did you notice?” Yoongi asked, and Jimin smiled a little before leaning in and giving him a soft kiss on his lips.

“You always gave me an extra pillow to sit on or hide behind when we did movie nights,” Jimin whispered, and moved to place another soft kiss on his jawline. “I noticed how you’d let me borrow your scarf whenever it was cold outside,” he said, and kissed Yoongi’s cheek. “How you gave me that bouquet of magical flowers that bloomed for a year straight after I won that national competition.”

“Yeah, that one wasn’t so subtle,” Yoongi admits, chuckling quietly.

“You made me feel special, hyung,” Jimin whispered.

“You are, Jimin,” Yoongi said, as he looks back up in Jimin’s brown eyes, hands back to holding Jimin’s small waist tight. “You are so special and so gorgeous, inside and out. You’re a fucking gift Jimin, and I’m so happy I get to spend my days with you by my side.”

Jimin looks at him for a second, and leans forward to kiss Yoongi hard, deeper than before, his tongue hungrily licking inside Yoongi’s mouth.

“See?” Jimin says against his mouth, slightly out of breath as he starts moving again, a little more desperate than before. “You say things like that but then wonder how I fell for you,” Jimin says, hurrying up the pace. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, hyung.”

 “I should thank whoever that was,” Yoongi pants, “for making you realise how hard I was subtlety trying to woo you.”

“You should,” Jimin says, and leans forward to give Yoongi a kiss. He moved away a little and started bouncing again, the smile growing on his face. “Smart guy. Ahead of his time.”

-

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Yoongi had never really thought about that conversation after it happened. He was happy with the answer; happy that Jimin saw the effort he’d put into making Jimin feel special, wanted, appreciated in his own little ways whenever he could. And frankly, Yoongi had been too dizzy with want coursing through his body that he never fully grasped what Jimin said.

He didn’t think of the way Jimin smiled when he’d talked about that someone; the way his smile had hid something back then.

This had already happened.

Jimin had already met Yoongi in the past, and never told him about it.

Jimin had met him, and had still fallen in love.

“Yeah,” Yoongi says eventually, not letting the silence linger for too long.

“That is really beautiful, isn’t it?”

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Jeju Island, Yoongi thought, eyes trailing the somewhat empty wall in Jimin’s room. Hawaii was missing too, obviously, as were the pictures of the group trip to Osaka. There were a few more pictures missing, some selfies of the two of them on dates and other random places, Yoongi knew. The one of them half-soaked in their tent from that camping trip wasn’t there either, making Yoongi snort as he briefly thought about warning Jimin to never bring him camping, ever.

The room, although void of anything Yoongi-related, still feels scarily like home. Yoongi realises it’s mostly because the room is just so full of Jimin. He tries hiding the smile on his face at the realisation as he hears footsteps nearing the room.

“I think I might skip training tomorrow,” Jimin said as he entered the room after quickly doing the dishes. “ I have to get up in about three hours, but there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep for the rest of the night. That picture still freaks me out. Can I see it again?”

“I think you stared at it long enough,” Yoongi laughs. “I’ll leave you be, then. I should be heading back anyway,” Yoongi said as he turned to look at Jimin who sat down on his bed.

He pulls his legs up to hug them, his entire frame nearly disappearing underneath his sweater save from his small feet poking out. Seeing Jimin like this made him miss his boyfriend even more.

“Wait,” Jimin says when Yoongi gets ready to place his hand on his chest again. Yoongi raises his eyebrows.

“I... have a question,” he says quietly, eyes fixed on Yoongi’s ring.

“Jimin-”

“I know, I know,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “you can’t say anything. I’m not going to ask you about the future.”

“Then what?” Yoongi said as he rolled the desk chair next to Jimin’s bed and sat down, elbows leaning on his thighs.

“Just... something else,” Jimin said, and under the soft light of Jimin’s night light Yoongi almost didn’t catch the blush on Jimin’s face when he leaned closer to him. Almost. “About the present.”

“The present?”

“Yeah, us in the present? If that’s okay?” Yoongi looked at Jimin, who then shrugged. “Not too deep, of course,” Jimin added.

“Hmm,” Yoongi leaned back a little, letting out a sigh.  “Sure. Why not,” he said, and gave him a little nod. “Ask away.”

“When did you start having a crush on me?” Jimin asks, and Yoongi cackles.

“Seriously?”

“What?”

“Did you not just say ‘not to deep’ or did I imagine that?”

“It’s not that deep, hyung.” Jimin says as he rolls his eyes.

“It is to me,” Yoongi said offended. “That shit is personal,” he said as he looked down to where he was picking on his nails subconsciously. “Past me would kill me if he’d find out.”

“I’m not going to tell him anything about tonight,” Jimin said, eyes sincere. “Promise.”

Yoongi looked at Jimin for a moment, before looking down at his hands again. The night was silent around them, and Yoongi knew that if he were to look up Jimin would still be looking at him. He had always been patient when it came to matters of the heart, like time would do the work for him.

Eventually, Yoongi shook his head softly, only slightly embarrassed about admitting defeat so easily.

“I’ve always had a crush on you. Ever since I first laid my eyes on you,” he says quietly, still not looking up. “Namjoon said you were basically my ideal type.”

“What’s your ideal type?” Jimin says, and Yoongi looks up when he realises how soft Jimin’s voice had gone.

“According to Namjoon I like boys who could... easily break me in half,” he said, and snorts.

Jimin’s looking at him, eyes wide and curious. He has a small smile on his face, the one Yoongi categorises as his hopeful one; when Jimin’s carefully weighing the outcomes and thinks they’re headed in his favour.

“You were this… paradox,” Yoongi continues. “You were so polite when we first met, all smiles and stuff. You were never loud or all over the place like Tae or Jungkook could be. I liked that,” Yoongi says, and smiles a little, thinking about the first few times they all hung out together. “I remember you giggling a lot.”

At this, Jimin smiled a little bigger.

“But then, the first time I saw you in a gymnasium,” he continues, not realising he was trailing off, thinking of the first time Taehyung and Jungkook dragged him and his friends to go watch Jimin and Hoseok at one of their competitions. It took him a few moments before he continued talking.

“I felt like I barely recognised you, you know?” Yoongi said, voice filled with awe. “I was so used to seeing you in these soft, oversized sweaters that I had to ask Tae twice if I was looking at the right person. You were so… strong,” Yoongi says as he looks Jimin in the eyes again. “You looked so determined, and so self-assured. Like you knew you were going to kill it. And you did,” Yoongi said then.

“You killed your routine, and got up on the platform when they announced the winner like you knew it was going to happen. All of the confidence but none of the arrogance. You just looked so strong,” Yoongi repeated again. He let out a chuckle, one full of reminiscence.

“It was hot. You were fucking hot,” Yoongi said, and smiled a little when he saw Jimin’s red cheeks. “I couldn’t help but admire you after that.”

As Yoongi looks at Jimin, he can’t help but feel… proud. Proud of the person he was back then, and the person he is today. He can taste the confessions on the tip of his tongue; the wins, the losses, the opportunities Jimin gets for being the amazing athlete that he is. The fact that Yoongi ends up being there every step of the way.

He wants to tell him how much courage he has for deciding to give up on his career as a professional athlete to stay closer to home. He wants to tell him to stay strong in those months after the decision, where he feels lost and thinks he’s made the wrong decision. But he looks at Jimin, still young and full of hope and determination, and he realises he doesn’t need to. He’ll figure it out, they both will.

“You never said anything,” Jimin speaks up, and it’s only then that Yoongi realised the two of them were quiet for a long time, just looking at each other. Jimin is looking at him in that way that makes Yoongi shy; like he’s made an impossible dream come true.

“In all these years, you never said anything.”

“How could I?” Yoongi says then, and feels the heat rise to his cheeks. “You were… so much, you know? So much, almost too much for me,” Yoongi said. “I wasn't too confident about myself, wasn’t really sure I could do you justice and give you what you deserve.”

Jimin lets out a breath, and Yoongi thinks he doesn’t even realise how beautiful he looks like this; eyes wide and cheeks flushed, silver hair messy. Yoongi wonders how he got so lucky.

“Plus, you were one of the most popular boys on campus. You had other people entertaining you from time to time,” Yoongi chuckled.

“Oh,” Jimin said, still with his cheeks still flushed. “Sorry, I guess?”

“Don’t be, idiot,” Yoongi laughs. “It happens. I didn’t sit still either.”

“Right,” Jimin says, letting our chuckle. “Don’t know why I’m apologising,” Jimin says then, scratching his head before curling his arms around his knees again, hugging them tight as he drops his chin on his knees. “It’s not like I’ve slept with entire campus. But, I do… get around. A bit.”

“As do a lot of other people in college. You’re not a fuckboy, though.”

“I know,” Jimin nods. “But… I sometimes get surprised by how much I want it, you know? Crave it, even.”

“It’s not the multiple people you’re craving. You just love being touched, a lot. It’s the touching that you find so addictive,” Yoongi says.

Jimin frowns. “How do you know?”

“Because I know you, Park Jimin,” Yoongi deadpans, and Jimin rolls his eyes.

“Oh really?”

“Yes, really,” Yoongi said. “I’ve spent enough time with you to figure you out.”

Jimin scoffs, letting his legs drop down as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“Prove it.”

“Prove it?”

Jimin raises an eyebrow. “Tell me what I like,” he says, the dare so obvious Yoongi lets out a laugh. Jimin just raises both eyebrows.

Yoongi leans forward, more and more until he’s face to face with Jimin. The younger boy does his best to keep his gaze fixed on Yoongi, eyes unwavering even though Yoongi’s eyes are focused on Jimin’s lips. He knows Jimin knows what he’s staring at, as the boy licks his lips. Yoongi looks back up.

“Well?” Jimin says, voice betraying him by being a lot softer than expected. The corners of Yoongi’s mouth go up.

Then, he moves; his hand drifts towards Jimin’s leg and touches his knee. Slowly, it moves down to Jimin’s shin, and then circles around to his round calf.

“You have very sensitive calves,” Yoongi starts, still looking at Jimin. He can see Jimin’s mouth twitch when he slowly starts rubbing the muscle.

“You like getting them massaged,” he continues, and he sees Jimin’s eyelids wavering when he squeezes gently. Jimin lets out a breath.

“What else?” he asks then.

There’s a voice in the back of Yoongi minds that briefly wonders if he’s about to make a mistake; if what he thinks of doing now will ruin whatever might happen to them in the future. He wonders if somewhere in the back of his mind his past self would be annoyed about how his first times with Jimin might not have been Jimin’s first times with him.

But then he thinks about present Jimin, about how all those years he’d kept whatever happened tonight a secret, so Yoongi’s entire experience was unbiased and genuine, and he realises whatever happens tonight is the catalyst for their entire relationship. Which is why he isn’t afraid of the consequences anymore.

This was fate; going back in time to meet Jimin was fate, it was what had to happen in order for their relationship to start.

So fuck it, he thinks, grabbing Jimin’s calf tighter as he stands up from the chair. He moves so Jimin has to lean back on his elbows on the bed, scooting himself closer to the centre of the bed when Yoongi kneels down on it, taking Jimin’s leg and wrapping it around his waist.

Jimin lies down on his back as Yoongi moves his other leg around his waist. He leans over Jimin’s frame, the younger boy looking at him, eyes wide in anticipation.

Yoongi leans down, closer and closer until there are only a few inches separating their faces. Then, Yoongi looks up, sees Jimin’s hands splayed out next to his head and takes them, engulfing them into his own.

“You like it sweet,” Yoongi says, and leans in to give Jimin a small kiss, “soft,” he says, giving him another, “and slow,” he finally says, before leaning in and kissing Jimin deeply. He feels Jimin’s grip tighten in his hands as he pushes his tongue past Jimin’s lips, licking the inside of his mouth, swallowing all the soft sounds Jimin lets out.

“You don’t have a favourite position, as long as we’re facing each other,” Yoongi murmurs into his mouth then, and Jimin lets out a moan when Yoongi bites his lip. He trails kisses over his jawline, finally placing the last one right below his ear, sucking hard on the sensitive skin there. Jimin takes his hands out of Yoongi’s to hold onto him.

“Ah- hyung,” Jimin sighs, pushing Yoongi closer to him.

“You like it when I whisper in your ear,” Yoongi says, and feels the grip Jimin has on his shirt tighten when he licks the darkened patch of skin, “said my voice alone can make you come,” he continues, and feels the desperate way Jimin is now grinding against him. Yoongi pushes Jimin’s sweater up and moves so he’s hovering over his nipple. He plants his mouth over the hardened nub and sucks hard, making Jimin gasp, a groan erupting from his lips.

“Oh my god,” Jimin pants, as Yoongi flicks his tongue over his nipple again and again. “Oh my god, ohh,” Jimin keens.

Yoongi’s hands move lower over Jimin’s tight abs, and he realises that future Jimin’s stomach, although still tight, is little less defined. Yoongi doesn’t really care, but he secretly prefers Jimin a bit softer to the touch; it makes him feel more like a human and less like the otherworldly sex god Yoongi’s convinced he is.

His mouth moves down more, leaving behind kisses all the way to his bellybutton. Yoongi hooks his fingers in the waistband of Jimin’s leggings, pulling them and his briefs down, his half-hard erection an all too familiar sight. Jimin, who has now taken his sweater off, discards it somewhere on the floor and leans on his elbows, his gaze locked with Yoongi’s.

Jimin hisses when Yoongi’s hot mouth takes him in, and falls back on the bed again. “Oh- god, fuck,” Jimin sighs as Yoongi moves swiftly, head bobbing up and down. A few moments later, when Jimin’s hands have found their way into Yoongi’s hair, Yoongi releases him so he can fully take Jimin’s leggings off.

Jimin whines; his arms now covering his eyes when Yoongi spreads his legs wide. Then, he pushes Jimin’s right leg up to Jimin’s chest, and Jimin moves so he’s holding his leg by himself, gripping the back of his knee.

“You have a birthmark the shape of a paw, right here,” Yoongi says, eyes still focused on Jimin. He presses his thumb to the back of Jimin’s thigh, right under the curve of his ass. Jimin squirms as Yoongi starts rubbing the pressurised spot, his thumb pushing the flesh as the circles move closer to his pink entrance.

“Hy- Hyung, p- please,” Jimin mumbles when Yoongi's finger circles his hole. Yoongi takes Jimin in his mouth at the same moment he pushes a finger inside.

“Ah- Ahhh, fuck, hyung,” Jimin moans. Yoongi uses his other hand to push Jimin’s thigh back down on the bed. He feels Jimin squirming underneath him as he starts pumping his finger in and out, later adding another one.

“I-  it- so- ahh! Fuck, fuck ‘s so good,” Jimin murmurs, and the younger boy entangles his hands in Yoongi’s hair again when Yoongi hums. He pushes in a third finger, rubbing Jimin’s tight walls and going deep enough to finally touch his prostate.

“Ohh goddddd,” Jimin moans, tears welling up as every touch leads him closer and closer to the edge.

When he comes, Yoongi swallows every drop, rubbing his prostate over and over until Jimin squirms away from the sensitivity. His mouth lets Jimin go with a loud pop, and Yoongi rubs the insides of Jimin’s thighs for a moment before moving up to face Jimin.

“There’s more where that came from,” Yoongi whispers against his lips, and leans in to give Jimin a kiss. Jimin looks so dazed that he doesn’t notice how Yoongi has already moved his hand with the magic ring to his chest.

“How am I supposed to behave around you now,” Jimin says, still out of breath. He licks his lips, probably tasting his own come, but doesn’t say anything about it. He smacks his lips and sighs, and Yoongi looks at him for a moment, taking in the artwork underneath him.

He can’t wait to go home.

“I’m sure you can figure it out,” Yoongi chuckles softly, and leans in to give him a final, soft kiss.

“See you around, Park Jimin,” he finally whispers, and recites the spell to go back to the present. Jimin’s silver hair spread out over the pillow and the growing smile on his face are the last things Yoongi sees before he closes his eyes, finally leaving the past in the past.

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The first thing Yoongi registers when he opens his eyes is that he’s sat down at the dinner table - the right one, this time. His literature and notebooks are spread out over the table, just like they had been when he’d sat down to eat his dinner. The plate with rice and chicken on his right is cold, the coke on the table probably lukewarm. He hadn’t been traveling for too long – time moves equally fast when he switches time periods, so he couldn’t have been gone for longer than an hour or two.

There’s a sound coming from behind him; footsteps shuffling around on the carpeted floor of what is their bedroom. Yoongi barely registers how his heart speeds up in anticipation as he stands up and hurries to the bedroom.

When he opens the door he spots him; lean legs crossed over each other in tight black skinny jeans and a tucked-in, black t-shirt loosely hugging his frame. There’s a simple silver necklace hanging around his neck, and equally simple silver bracelet around his delicate wrist. His light blonde head is aimed down as he seems to be typing away on his phone.

“Jimin,” Yoongi sighs, and Jimin looks up from where’s he’s sitting on the bed.

Yoongi is so out of it he thinks it happens in slow-motion; how Jimin blinks once, then twice, and his mouth opens; his eyes crinkle before his mouth is even finished forming his blinding smile.

“Hey handsome,” Jimin says, as he smiles at his boyfriend. “Finally done with your order for tomorrow?”

Jimin makes a move that suggests he’s about to stand up, legs uncrossing as he places his phone next to him on the bed. Yoongi is faster though, almost runs over to the bed as he reaches out to his boyfriend.

Jimin’s eyes grow wide as he sees the relief in Yoongi’s eyes when he comes closer. Jimin’s off the bed already, not fully standing up straight when Yoongi’s lips touch his, when his hands grab his waist and they pull him up and closer towards his body.

The kiss is deep, and Jimin feels Yoongi's intense hold on his body, hands moving up and down his sides. It makes Jimin a little nervous, the way Yoongi is so desperately clinging onto him. Jimin is surprised at the intensity, has half the mind to maybe beg for more when he and Yoongi eventually break apart.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispers against his lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too?” Jimin said, flushed and confused. “Hyung- are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yoongi exhales, eyes taking in every inch of Jimin’s face. “I’m fine,” he says again, and lets out a sigh of relief. “I just… realised how much I loved you. Still love you,” Yoongi continues.

“Hyung, did something happen?” Jimin said, obviously still confused. Yoongi nods and takes his hand, guiding Jimin to sit back on the bed, and went to sit next to him. Yoongi cleared his throat.

“I... accidentally travelled back in time, to 2019. To when we weren’t dating, and I think I kind of convinced you to start dating me?”

Jimin looks at him, blinks, and to Yoongi’s surprise, suddenly starts laughing.

“Finally,” Jimin giggles, and slaps Yoongi’s thigh. “Finally, you asshole!”

“What?!” Yoongi smiles surprised.

“Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting to talk to you about this? For five years, Min Yoongi! Five years!”

“How’s that my fault?! I didn’t know any of this was supposed to happen!”

“You gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life and then disappeared, literally disappeared into thin air!”

Yoongi blushes. “I... that might not have been the smoothest exit ever?”

“You think?” Jimin says offended, shoving Yoongi’s shoulder lightly. “You’re unbelievable.”

“At least I didn’t call our relationship ‘my worst nightmare’,” Yoongi retaliates, and Jimin’s mouth drops open, only to close again.

“Yeah that was... pretty fucked up,” Jimin said, and then starts laughing again. “As was you shoving that picture of Chuseok in my face,” Jimin replied.

“Yeah,” Yoongi shrugged. “You know how petty I can get,” he said, which made Jimin roll his eyes.

“I remember seeing that picture right after we took it,” Jimin said then. “I wasn’t sure if I had to convince you to put it as your background, but you ended up doing it anyway.”

“Crazy,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “So crazy, I can’t believe what happened tonight.”

“It really changed everything for me,” Jimin said. He looks up to the ceiling, pondering his thoughts a little before continuing.

“After you left that night, I was just... in shock. About everything. I couldn’t really tell anyone about it, and I didn’t want to, either.”

“You’ve never spoken about it with anyone?” Yoongi asks. Jimin shakes his head.

“Not even with Jungkook?”

“No,” Jimin said. “No one. I didn’t want to share this with anyone. It just felt too... intimate. It’s such a huge moment in our relationship. At least it was for me, back then.”

“I get it,” Yoongi replies. “Thank you for keeping it a secret, even from me back then,” Yoongi says, and then laughs. “I think that if I'd known I would end up with you, I wouldn't have been able to look you in the eye for months.”

“Which is why I didn’t believe it at first,” Jimin adds. “When you showed me how we would end up in a relationship together I just kept thinking of the person you were back then,” Jimin says, taking Yoongi’s hand.

“You were so quiet back then, and serious. You never actively showed any interest in me, at least not that I was aware of, you know?”

Yoongi nodded. “I was kind of insecure back then.”

“I know,” Jimin says. “You were still cute, though.”

“You thought I was cute?”

“I might have been oblivious to your feelings but I still had eyes, hyung,” Jimin said. “You were adorable then, and you were very sweet to me. But that night... the person that I met that evening was so... hot. And sexy. So, so sexy,” Jimin said, leaning forward. Yoongi meets him halfway, a smile growing as he softly kisses Jimin.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah,” Jimin said against his lips. He gives him another kiss before he moves back. “I couldn’t believe you were going to become that guy. So full of confidence, and love for me.”

“Being with you made me more confident,” Yoongi admits. “Being around you made me proud, but it also gave me a push. I kind of... wanted to be better. For myself mostly, but I also wanted to be a better man, for you.”

Jimin smiles, his eyes full of admiration. There were a few quiet seconds before he continued.

“You speak as if you’re reading from a love letter, hyung. Did you know that?”

Yoongi blushes, looks down at their entangled fingers. He hums.

“Seriously, hyung,” Jimin says, squeezing Yoongi’s fingers. “Whenever you talk to me about us, about what we have and how you feel about me, I just get so... overwhelmed. You make me feel like- like, I don’t know, like... I’m the only fucking girl in the world,” Jimin says exasperatedly, making Yoongi snort.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Whatever, I’m not good with words.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You’re fine, and you don’t need to tell me in words how you feel. I know you.”

“See? You always make me feel better about myself,” Jimin continues, still looking Yoongi in the eyes. “And you call me out on stuff, too. You said that you want to be a better man for me, but don’t even realise you make me want to be better, too.”

Yoongi looks at Jimin for a long moment, taking in the words he’d spoken.

“Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“Will you marry me?”

The hush that falls over the room is so quiet, Yoongi briefly wonders whether the world actually froze, stopped moving. But he spots movement then; Jimin’s eyes widen and he hears a tiny inhale.

“W- What?” Jimin says, bewildered. His eyes are wide and he looks like he’s in shock; hands frozen in Yoongi’s.

Yoongi smiles, lets go of Jimin’s hands and stands up. He walks to his jewellery box, takes a second to find what he’s looking for and walks back. As he sits down, he shows Jimin the ring he’s holding.

“Will you marry me?” Yoongi asks again, looking down from the ring back up to Jimin.

Jimin is looking down at the ring. It's silver; the band small but not too thin, and there’s a line of three tiny emeralds in the middle of the band.

“I bought this for our next anniversary, but I realised tonight that there’s no better time than the present.”

“Hyung,” Jimin says, in awe. He looks back up from the ring to Yoongi, who isn’t surprised to see the tears in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Yes,” he finally says. “Yes, yes, of course I want to marry you, Min Yoongi.”

“Thank god,” Yoongi exhales, and Jimin lets out a watery giggle and sniffs, hand shaking slightly when Yoongi takes it in his own.

Yoongi puts the ring on carefully, lets out a sigh of relief when he sees it fits perfectly and looks back up at his fiance. He leans in for a kiss, and Jimin follows his lead. Their lips touch for a sweet, brief moment before they break apart again.

“Thank you for coming into my life and giving the two of us a chance,” Yoongi says. “I know that lately we haven’t spent as much time together as we used to, or as we’d like to. But I promise I’m going to be better from now on,” he continues, fingers entangling again.

“Going back to the start made me realise how in love I am with you. It also made me think of what would happen if I’d lose you.”

“Yoongi,” Jimin says quietly, eyes tearing up.

“I don’t think there’s anyone else on this planet that makes me feel the way you do. I wouldn’t want to do life without you, Park Jimin.”

“I’ve already said yes, hyung, you don’t need to convince me anymore,” Jimin chuckles in between sniffs. “The speech goes before the question?”

“I know,” Yoongi says, heart full of happiness when he wipes a tear away from Jimin's cheek. “But you deserve to hear shit like this all the time,” Yoongi says, and kisses the hand that now has the engagement ring on its fourth finger.

“I really hit the jackpot,” Jimin says, now able to manage an actual full smile. “It’s funny; I spoke with a guy once,” he says as his eyes twinkle. “He told me I should look for someone who’d go out of their way to make me feel special. I feel like he might've been rooting for himself, though.”

“Smart guy,” Yoongi says. “Ahead of his time, wasn’t he?”

Jimin giggles, holds Yoongi’s face between his hands and leans in for another kiss.

“He really was.”