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it’s you (it’s always been you)

yoongi + jimin; g-rated; 4,779 words

When Jimin has been pestering Yoongi from the beginning of freshman year, Yoongi gets sick and tired of it but hey, at least he's cute, right?

or 'you think i always forget pencils in this class but actually i just want to talk to you and now have a little over 200 pencils at home' AU

a/n: oh my gosh, i am very sorry about this. inspiration came from this and au from yoonmin fluff bingo: college! the pacing is very rushed hence i am truly sorry if it feels like it's going too fast. cross-posted on ao3 and aff

Min Yoongi has always been an intelligent student.

He takes class notes when necessary as he records the lecture on his little USB recorder; goes to every lecture, tutorial and practical lesson; brings the right stationary needed for the subject and revises his notes weekly.

His game plan is fairly straightforward: study smarter, not harder. As long as he managed to pass each semester with a slightly higher-than-average GPA, Min Yoongi is happy.

However, he has not always been a diligent student.

Up until his first year of majoring in Mathematics and Physics, Yoongi has breezed through his primary and secondary education without putting in much effort; he figured he did not need to try so hard when the teachers would give him straight As even if he didn't hand in his assessment piece. Hence when his grades came through the school's website, in his first semester of college, it is an understatement to say that Yoongi is shocked.

Instead of his usual, straight-As and a high GPA of 6.95, there lay a miserable GPA of 2.05.

Yoongi had barely passed. He was victim, along with his classmates back in high school, to all of the teachers' rants about how they cannot get away with slacking off in college like they were back then.

("You can't keep this behaviour up," they'd say. "You'll struggle with your degree and watch your well-earned money flow down the drain as you fail.")

The possibility of a reality like that seemed ever closer for him and he vowed to step up his studying habits. He used study plans, study guides, just about anything and everything to secure him with a satisfying pass. So he was quite proud of himself when he scored a fulfilling GPA of 6.99, the best he'd ever received during the course of his academic life, and planned to continue his study habits all the way until his graduation.

To this date, while he is undergoing his third year of college, he has stayed true to his words, like a real man.

Yoongi is seated in one of the many chairs in the large lecture hall; rich earth-brown fabric act as a cover to the chairs as Yoongi places his right hand on the bent, portable desk which was attached to all of the chairs and slides it out. He was hoping and praying that the hot espresso he drank in one gulp kicks in sooner than later; who in their right mind thought that 7am classes were a good idea?

The professor has started his talk on the topics they were going to cover over the course of three weeks and is starting to go into detail about their practical, which should help them see the physics in action.

Yoongi has never been more happier that he records the lecture as he sees a familiar tanned hand, ready to touch his hoodie sleeve-covered forearm.

Of course.

Yoongi opens up his dark and slim pencil case, grabbing the first pencil he could find. He makes sure to check if it is sharpened; he wouldn't want to hand out blunt pencils to the needy, now. Yoongi decides he must have sharpened the pencil sometime the night before as he was finishing his chapter review for this lesson.

He turns his head to see the sheepish smile that he has seen since the beginning of his freshman year; it's almost routine and convention now; he's almost certain that the boy is either very forgetful or loses items very quickly. In turn, it has resulted in Yoongi heading down to the local stationary store to buy a pack of 20 pencils, which had surprisingly run out in the first 15 days, only four of them were used by Yoongi.

He runs a quick scan of the young boy's frazzled appearance; he does not look too happy or organised about the whole morning classes outcome.

His usual, combed, parted fiery red hair has been traded for a rather mussed-up hairstyle, which looks like the boy had jumped out of his bed and simply ran his fingers over his hair as an attempt to soothe his angry bed hair. Nonetheless, his natural puffy cheeks that seemed to deflate over time as his face gave way to more masculine features, pouty lips with the faintest cherry stains scattered across them, wide and expressive eyes, and his defined nose made the hairstyle a bit more appealing to the eye. Yoongi thinks the boy could come to a lesson with a bald head, and although he might look like a happy egg, he would still manage to make that look adorable.

Yoongi hands over the pencil as the boy opens his mouth. "Here you go, Jimin."

Jimin brings his hand, which was ghosting over Yoongi's arm moments ago, to cover his mouth as he laughs softly, not wanting to disrupt the professor. "You always know what I need, don't you?" His eyes are still partly closed but just enough so that he can clearly see Yoongi grinning.

Yoongi only hums, turning his head to face the professor. He notices, in the short time he had helped out Jimin, the professor was already halfway through explaining a particularly interesting connection between formulae.

He copies the generous notes on the board and hears a faint noise.

Psst. He looks to his right side to see Jimin motioning something to him. Heck, Yoongi didn't understand sign language. He tilts his head a little to the left, lowering it and scrunching his face up to say, 'What are you doing?'

Jimin reaches over and points to the black eraser resting on Yoongi's desk. "Borrow? Please?"

Yoongi shrugs but moves the rubber onto Jimin's desk as the latter whispers, "Thanks."

As soon as the lecture finishes, Yoongi packs his stationary back into his pencil case and returns his notebook, pencil case and recorder into his grey backpack, making sure to turn the recorder off.

"See you at prac, Yoongi."

Jimin bids farewell and Yoongi waves his hand, smiling. "See you then."

Yoongi stands up and pushes the desk back into its stationery position before making his way out of the lecture hall and into the open courtyard with little stores popping up every few metres. He checks the time on his wrist watch. 8:30 am.

He decides it's in his best interest to go home - Seokjin has most likely made breakfast for both of them and so, Yoongi starts his ten-minute trek back to his shared apartment.

The tempting whiff of pancakes hit Yoongi's nostrils as he opens the door and steps inside. He heads straight to his bed and places his bag onto it before pacing down to the kitchen, where Seokjin currently is, armed with a wooden spatula and a pastel pink apron tied around his waist.

"Smells good, Jin."

Seokjin turns around and greets Yoongi with a wide grin. "It'll be ready in a few minutes. Go sit down."

"I'll grab the plates." Yoongi offers and moves to the cupboard where the all the plates are treasured and the sliding shelf with the cutlery, grabbing the needed utensils to the dark oak dining table.

"So... How was your class?" Seokjin slides the last pancake from the pan onto the plate where the others rest, turning the kitchen top off. He unties his apron, slender fingers releasing the knot, and ties it on the hook on the wall. He grabs the large plate with all of the pancakes with one hand and with the other, grabs the maple syrup sitting on the bench top, making sure to place both down gently before going back and collecting the cream and strawberry jam. "Oh, yeah. We need to stock up on strawberries, Yoongi."

Yoongi pulls a chair back and sits down, facing Seokjin as he speaks. "Ah, it was alright, I guess?" He uses his fork and knife to slide three pancakes onto his plate, making sure to put adequate syrup, cream and jam on top. "I need to get more pencils later today, so I'll head down to the shops."

"Let's go together, then. I need to buy some other groceries. We're running out of stock," Seokjin laughs. "How are you going through so many pencils? What happened since freshman year? I've known you since I could remember and I'm pretty sure you don't eat through them." Seokjin follows suit with Yoongi.

"Ah, right then. After brekky." As Yoongi cuts his pancake up into smaller, bite-sized pieces, he looks up at Seokjin. "It's just - there's a kid in all of my classes. He always sits beside me and he," Yoongi pauses, rubbing the crease forming on his forehead with his thumb and forefinger, "never brings a goddamn pencil to any of the lectures! Why? It's always, 'Yoongi. Can I borrow a pencil?' and he never brings it back! What does he do with them? Do I look like I know? Why can't he either return the pencil like most people or even just keep it and actually use it during class time? Moreover, he's started this - this foolishness from freshman year!" Yoongi stops to breathe deeply and calm himself down.

Seokjin purses his lips, sympathetically. It's understandable, really, why Yoongi would get so hung up on the kid's actions.

Yoongi continues when he's taken a good few moments to recover. "And Jin, you don't know the worst part."

"Go on."

"He's too goddamn cute for me to get pissed at him. Sometimes when I'm having the worst day and he asks me for a pencil, I want to snap at him but I - I can't. He looks too pure for this world." Yoongi looks down on his plate. "Do you see my dilemma?"

Jin places his cutlery down neatly after eating a few small pieces from the pancake and straightens his arm on the table so that he can lean his head upon it. "Well, tell him you don't have any spares. That should do the trick."

Yoongi frowns deeper. "I have. So many times. But then, Jimin brings out his puppy eyes. That little turd knows his strengths well."

"Jimin? I think I've seen him before," Seokjin slowly says, recollecting memories to see if they matched the Jimin of Yoongi's description.

"Red hair? Occasionally wears round glasses?" Yoongi suggests and Seokjin gasps.

"Yeah! That's the one! We met a little get-together of Taehyung's," Seokjin grins. "I see what you mean, Yoongi. He is too cute."

Yoongi pokes at his pieces with his fork and places some syrup onto some before bringing them to his mouth. After he swallows, Yoongi hums. "We have a prac later this evening so I'm hoping he brought the pencil I lent him just then!"

"You never know, Yoongi, he might be interested in you. Everyone shows their affection towards others differently. What you might give as tough love might be Jimin's persistence." Seokjin looks at Yoongi with such seriousness, the latter chokes on the pancakes pieces he was about to eat. "And he could be really forgetful too."

"But this has been going on since we were freshmen! If there was any chance of him liking me, which is highly impossible, he might have done something already," Yoongi mumbles.

It has always been this way, Seokjin places an arm on Yoongi's forearm to let him know that he shouldn't think such negative thoughts so early in the day.

"Yoongi, get your head in the game. Everyone has different tastes, just because you don't appeal to one person does not make you the person no one wants to be with, okay?" Seokjin runs his hand slowly up and down Yoongi's arm, in a soothing manner. Yoongi sighed, his emotions just declining from his high. "Hey, don't play with the pancakes! They're there for you to eat." From where his hand currently is, he slaps Yoongi lightly, just playful enough for him to recognise.

Yoongi smiles, just the least, to show Seokjin he appreciated his concern and wellbeing for him. "Alright. I'll just have to buy a tower of pencils and keep it in my bag."

They both continue to eat the pancakes and finish them before Yoongi stands up with the cutlery on his plate and the spare one resting on the table with one hand and the strawberry jam jar, which was closed, to the kitchen. He steps in front of the sink and gives a quick rinse of his plate before grabbing the yellow and green scrubber pad, with adequate detergent on it, and scrubs the residues off. He opens the tap and rinses the soap off, making sure to wipe the plate with the drying cloth on the drying rack before putting it in it. He does the same for his cutlery.

Seokjin pads into the kitchen with his plate and cutlery in tow. Yoongi grabs it and swivels his body around to wash these utensils, while Seokjin goes to fetch the maple syrup and cream, still on the dining table, and put them back in their respective places, doing the same with the jam.

"Hey," Yoongi says while washing his hands. "Should we go in half an hour or so?"

"That'd be a good idea. I need to buy things so that we can have lunch." Seokjin smiles.

"How about take-out? You need to rest once in a while, at least." Yoongi says but is met with a stern scolding about how fast food, no matter how gourmet it is, is still unhealthy for them.

"Alright, alright. Call me in half an hour." With that, Yoongi pads to their shared room.

The walls have a coating of a particularly light beige and the right half of them is easily the neatest and most organised, namely Seokjin's side, but one could argue the study table, on Yoongi's half was greatly organised too. The beds were joined together, for the ease of access when they had their nightly movie.

Yoongi grabs the backpack on his bed and moves to the study table, making sure to take out his recorder, pencil case and notebook and places them on the table. He fumbles through a particularly small pocket inside the bag and takes out his phone and wallet, plugging the former into the charger resting in the wall socket while the other was placed on the right of his laptop. He leaves his bag to lean against the table on his right.

He plugs the recorder into his laptop, grabs the earphones resting on the keyboard and hooks them around the back of his ear before putting it in, and opens his notebook before turning the device on.

“Yoongi?” Seokjin walks into the room and stands behind Yoongi. He taps his shoulder gently. In response, Yoongi pauses the recording and removes his right earbud, waiting for Seokjin to continue. “It’s ten, on the dot. Let’s go.” Seokjin says as he moves to stand just outside the room, leaving Yoongi to pack up.

“Alright, I’m coming.” Yoongi says as he unhooks the other earbud from around his ear and onto the keyboard of his laptop. He locks his laptop before standing up and grabbing his wallet and phone, putting them into each of the back pockets on his jeans. He moves out of the way of the chair and pushes it so that it was par with the table. He walks over to where Seokjin is currently standing and they walk to the living room. Seokjin grabs the keys for the car and home lying on the coffee table before handing the latter to Yoongi, saying, “Lock up. I’ll get the car started.”

Yoongi grabs the keys and follows Seokjin’s path before turning around to lock the front door. He twists and turns the key until he hears the satisfying click.

Seokjin is in the process of maneuvering the car from the line of cars in the garage to the front of the complex, where he knew Yoongi would be. As soon as the wildfire-red Toyota Corolla sedan comes into view, Yoongi moves to it. He opens the door and sits in the front passenger seat before Seokjin drives off.

“We’re going to be starting our mid-semester project today. This prac lesson is all about you organising your groups or pairs and figuring out how you’re going to tackle it.” The professor says. “Before I let you all go and discuss what to do, you need to know what on Earth you’re actually doing. If you think about the past lectures and tutorials I’ve taught you so far in these four weeks, you might have an inkling.”

Yoongi thinks back to all of the lessons he has been to and figures the common topic was about elastic energy.

“However, if you have no idea, I’ll tell you know. You’re going to be making an egg ‘bungee jump’ from a height of 1.5 metres above the ground with the rope being made from rubber bands. You can make the rope as long or as short as you want it. The objective to make the egg come asclose as possible to the ground before it bounces back up.” The professor pauses. “Oh, and let’s just say that the group who get it the closest will earn some special prizes from me. It’s going to be super handy when the exam comes around.”

This has Yoongi determined to earn the prizes. According to past students, the professor gives out extra tuition, tips and work to the winners, which means that if Yoongi wins, he would be taught advanced topics than those in class, giving him a massive boost come exam time.

“What are you all waiting for? Every second counts! Go!”

Yoongi is about to dive straight into his notebook to see an efficient way to tackle this as someone pokes him. He turns around and it is not a surprise when he sees Jimin.

“Pencil?” Yoongi asks.

“Not today. Rather, I was going to ask you if you would like to be in a pair with me?” Jimin has a hopeful expression on his face, his lips slowly shifting into a nervous line.

The absolute thought of being in groups had sprinted out of Yoongi’s mind and he didn’t mind who he worked with as long as they did the equal share of the task. “Sure.”

That does wonders for Jimin. His eyes have crinkled back, his lips are stretched too wide and his teeth come out as he says, “Thanks.”

“So, uh,” Yoongi looks at Jimin’s notebook before looking at him, “do you have any suggestions as to how we can tackle this?”

Jimin stretches his arms above his head before eyeing the bag of rubber bands near the professor. “We need to decide on how many rubber bands we’re gonna use so then we can find the constant and go on from there.”

Yoongi smirks. He had not expected to the boy to pitch in and contribute Yoongi’s thoughts. So Jimin was not just but he had the brains too. “I like what I’m hearing.”

“Thanks, Yoongi.” Jimin laughs. “What’s your opinion on the amount of rubber bands?”

“We need to link them together and the longer we make it, the longer it freefalls before it stretches. So I reckon 20 or more.” Yoongi says.

“Okay.” Jimin pauses. “Should we make two ropes of ten bands each and then have one band at the bottom, linking the two?”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi hadn’t thought of this before; for someone who does not come to lessons prepared, Jimin knows an awful lot of tricks.

“Yoongi, do you remember that prac we did in the first week with finding the constants?” Jimin asks.

Yoongi nods.

“Bands that are parallel have a steeper line when graphed so if we can make our rope both parallel and in series, we have a better chance at actually controlling the egg’s fall.”

With every word that comes out of Jimin’s mouth, Yoongi is entranced. How Jimin manages to be so smart, so cute and cause Yoongi to be in a considerable amount of pain, Yoongi does not know but he’s extremely curious about one thing: why does Jimin always forget to bring a pencil when he brings everything else? He doesn’t realise the words have tumbled out of his mouth until Jimin squeaks, embarrassed.

“Ah, that…” Jimin bites his lips and tears his gaze from Yoongi, looking everywhere but at him. “I just…” He pauses again, trying to gain his composure. “I just wanted an excuse to talk to you.” He blurts.

Yoongi is taken aback. Never in his life had someone been genuinely interested in him in a way that wasn’t in a friend-like manner and to top it off, it was a fairly intriguing character at that. Not only was he confused about his feelings for a certain red-haired boy, who was smart, cute and persistent, but the other was interested in him too.

“But why? You could have talked to me easily or was it that my handsome looks scared you?” Yoongi tries to joke to calm his heart and Jimin’s nervousness but it doesn’t work for either.

“You’re just so amazing in my opinion?” Jimin voices, a bit hesitant. “At first, I thought it was just me admiring your talent and intelligence but over the years we’ve studied, it’s,” he fumbles with his hands, trying to project his feelings, “grown into something else? Do you get what I mean? Oh and what you said is true, by the way.”

Yoongi only nods again, too dumbfounded and stunned that something like this could happen to him. He should really train his mouth to not say unnecessary things but alas, it’s surprised him again when he asks, “What’s it grown into?”

Jimin stutters. “A-A big crush that I’m scared might grow into something else.”

Yoongi’s heart beats even faster at the implication of Jimin’s words. He can’t be serious, right? However, this leaves Yoongi two options: a) respond to Jimin’s confession honestly or b) forget this happened and move onto more physics which would make everything even more awkward than it should. He decides on the former and hopes his mouth won’t say anything stupid.

“It’s okay, Jimin. I’m not going to reject you. Before I say anything else, I have a question. What do you even do with those pencils?” Ah, there it goes again. Yoongi reasons he’s just partly curious.

“I kept them,” comes the reply as a shy mumble. “I have little over two-hundred pencils at home right now. But aren’t you disgusted with me?”

This time, Yoongi doesn’t stop the reaction tumbling from his lips. “Wow. No, I could never be disgusted by you, Jimin!” He places his hand on top of Jimin’s clenched fist. “You know, I would’t say I was infatuated with you since freshman year but I was certainly intrigued.”

Yoongi waits for Jimin to come to terms with what he’s saying. “From the first week since you started bothering me about pencils, I was annoyed, no doubt, but you were hella cute. I’ve always been wondering why you would pester me every lesson for three years about not having a pencil but I’m glad I know now.”

Jimin’s brought a hand up to cover his mouth, his eyes wide, brimming with tears that are eager to fall any minute. “Yoongi?”

Yoongi, noticing Jimin’s uncertainty, tries his best to convey his thoughts. “Look, I’m interested in you too. You’ve got everything I’ve ever thought of in a person; smart, adorable and you’re shorter than me.”

“I’m not!” Jimin’s laughing hard, tears now streaming down his cheeks, one by one, relieved. He relaxes his fist and turns his palm around to entwine their fingers together. “I’m glad. I’m glad that you like me. I’m glad that you’re willing to give me a chance.”

“Hey, hey, hey. Work first, play later. We can go grab something after this.” Yoongi offers but diverts his eyes back down to his notebook, anxious for Jimin’s answer.

“Of course, Yoongi. Hold on, you don’t have my kakao yet, do you?” Jimin realises and grabs his phone from his black knee-length shorts.

Yoongi fetches his phone as well, unlocking his phone and opens up the application. “I’m ready to shake when you are.”

“Ready, set, go.”

Both of them shake their phones at the same time and upon feeling the vibration, they stop and smile at each other.

Yoongi is glad his heart has soothed down when Jimin speaks up.

“Now, about that constant…”

As soon as the professor deems the practical lesson completed for the week, both Yoongi and Jimin pack up with an understandable grin stretched across their faces. They walk slowly, out of the lab, and onto the courtyard.

“What do you feel like having, Jimin?” Yoongi begins. “Seokjin’s making dinner tonight, do you want to come?”

“Hm.” Jimin hums, unsure if he’s intruding in on Yoongi’s personal space. “I don’t mind. Whatever you wish.” He looks down at his hand and Yoongi’s; he doesn’t know if Yoongi likes holding hands this early into their relationship. Relationship. Jimin’s heart pounds faster and his mind screams at the outcome he’s longed and dreamed of for years.

“Alright then. Do you want to go for a walk or go to my place?” Yoongi doesn’t know what to do or say. It’s his first time being in a relationship and he certainly does not want to screw it all up. All of a sudden, his heart starts beating erratically as he looks over at Jimin’s ethereal silhouette in the sunset.

“Let’s walk around for a bit.”

‘Screw it,’ is the only thing Jimin’s mind is saying and he agrees, wrapping his left pinky around Yoongi’s right pinky. “Is this okay?” He asks, just to be sure. He turns his head to see Yoongi’s reaction.

It’s a rather positive one; Yoongi nods with his gummy grin. “It’s all good.”

“So, um. What profession are you after with this degree?” Jimin inquires. If they’re going to be in a relationship, they need to learn more about each other.

“As much as I hate when kids whine, I want to be a secondary school teacher.” Yoongi answers. “I want to share my love for physics and maths like my teachers did. They were fun and interesting. I just - you know that moment when you have an ’Aha!’ moment? That’s what I want my future students to feel. I want to make kids look forward to having physics and/or maths. I want them to be happy that they understood a particular concept that was hard and boost their self-esteem. Moreover, I want to be someone who is a role model to them.” He shuts his mouth, realising he’s talked too much.

Jimin tightens his hold around Yoongi’s pinky, informing him that it was okay. It was okay to talk about his passions. It was okay to trust him. It was okay because Jimin was only extremely happy and willing to listen. “I’m sure you’ll be one of the best teachers around!”

“What about you, Jimin?” Yoongi asks mainly to direct the attention on himself to be directed on Jimin and partly because he was curious.

“I want to be a healthcare robotics engineer.” Jimin looks at Yoongi. “Just like you, I want to be able to help others in their time of need. Whether it’s a robot which assists in surgery or a robot that assists in wards with medications, I want to help people when they aren’t in the best position in their lives. I know I need to do an extra degree after Honours though.”

“That sounds wonderful. I know you’ll be an amazing robotics engineer, Jimin.”

As they walk around for some more, the sky darkens. “Let’s go?” Yoongi focuses his eyes on Jimin, who was smiling into oblivion.

“Yeah.”

Yoongi watches as Jimin and Seokjin interact in their kitchen, from where he was on the couch in the living room. Jimin is cutting some vegetables, Yoongi can’t see what they are, while Seokjin is near the kitchen top, stirring something. They seem to be getting along well. That’s right. They knew each other because of Taehyung. Maybe they were talking about him, who knows?

It had barely been a couple of hours but Yoongi thinks he couldn’t imagine anything better. He’s pretty pumped to take on the world with Jimin by his side and he knows for sure that this is the happiest he’s been in a long while.

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if you let me, here’s what i’ll do (i’ll take care of you)

yoongi + (fem!)jimin, implied namjoon + (fem!)seokjin; pg-rated; 1,840 words

Yoongi has been through some tough times and as much as he wants to travel back in time (and could), he sees Jimin’s face and everything becomes alright again.

a/n: okay, alright. week 2 for the yoonmin squad bingo! this is really short, i know but i think i’ve used the rule of three one time too many. um, i didn’t really want to make it angsty but i didn’t know how else to approach this. i’m sorry? but it does have a happy ending.

title from rihanna’s and drake’s ‘take care’. cross-posted on aff and ao3.

A broken heart, a broken jaw and a broken wrist is all Yoongi has as a reminder.

He wishes he could turn back time, just late enough to warn himself not to approach Seokjin when she’s accompanied by a drunk Namjoon. Just late enough to warm himself to back away when she’s with her boyfriend. Just late enough to warn himself, ‘Don’t fall for Seokjin.’

At the same time, he wishes to turn back time, just late enough to meet Seokjin first, earlier than Namjoon. Just late enough to have Seokjin fall for him, earlier than Namjoon. Just late enough to give all of him to Seokjin, earlier than Namjoon.

Yoongi knows he can. He just chooses not to.

Yoongi doesn’t want to intrude on his best friends’ relationship, like he did before. He doesn’t want to make them despise him, all because he couldn’t keep his hands away from the tempting candy. He doesn’t want to ruin their happily ever after, just because he couldn’t have his with Seokjin.

But then there’s Jimin, always waiting for him. Always tending to his needs, his wants, his wounds. He sees the looks she gives him when she thinks he doesn’t know; loving, brimmed with sadness, and broken.

* * *

Yoongi thinks back to a time when Jimin wasn’t there. He struggles to find it. Even in his thoughts, she manages to crawl in. Her ubiquitous presence confuses Yoongi.

He looks at her as she nurses Yoongi’s wounds, all but the broken heart. She’s trying to heal that too, Yoongi can tell but it isn’t a quick fix that he’s after. She looks so fragile; she looks more depressed than Yoongi.

Those deep frowns should never belong on Jimin’s face. Never. She looks her best when she’s smiling, carefree and bubbly.

He knows what he needs to do in order to see her like that again.

But he’s not yet ready for it.

* * *

Yoongi awakes to a high-pitched wail in the middle of the night; it scares him how casual and comfortable he is when he automatically turns his attention out the door, sitting up. He sees Jimin, with her jet black hair, flowing down to the top of her hips, padding her feet quietly, as to not wake Yoongi, to the door. She turns around and he’s met with the most mature and beautiful face he’s ever seen.

“It’s alright, Yoongi. Go back to sleep. I’ll take care of her tonight.” She says, finger skirting over the wall before she leaves, walking with grace.

Yoongi cannot bring himself to go to sleep. He figures he’s years in the future, but not if it’s an alternate universe or his present world, if he’s settled down with a small family. He reminds himself to ask Jimin what year it is when they wake up.

As much as he is surprised, he doesn’t find it strange nor peculiar. Jimin looks the happiest he’s seen her in a long while so at least this Yoongi takes good care of her; she deserves the best, only the best. He doesn’t realise the crying had stopped and Jimin had returned until she places her hand on his shoulder.

“What are you thinking about?” She speaks, just soft and quiet enough for the two of them. Her gentle voice hadn’t changed, either.

“Everything. Us. Our lives.” Yoongi says, in the same gentle manner. “What year is it now, Jiminnie?”

“It’s 2021. Our anniversary’s coming up in a few weeks.” Jimin looks at him in the most loving manner and smiles. “Did you just time-travel?”

“Yeah.” Yoongi guesses Jimin is used to this.

“I’m guessing you have no idea about us? Our baby?” Jimin asks and Yoongi nods. “Alright, I’ll tell you but promise me something. Promise me that you’ll never, ever, change the events that happened. I know you’ve always wanted the best for me but you don’t know how great you make me feel. So please, don’t ruin our future by making a rash decision.”

She takes a deep breath as she leans her head on his shoulder and begins talking.

* * *

Yoongi is scared for his sanity.

Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays - they all merge into one and Yoongi is scared. Truly and utterly scared.

He doesn’t know what time it is, he doesn’t know what day it is, he doesn’t know what year it is. All he knows is that both him and Jimin are both on the worn-out couch, in their apartment, with Jimin still sleeping on his lap. She shuffles a bit but once settled down, she sighs.

Yoongi looks at the clock hanging above the television still turned on and playing, in front of him, on the pale beige wall. He’s glad the TV’s on as the dark night wouldn’t allow him to decipher the time, otherwise. It’s currently three thirty - no, three forty. He reaches for the remote resting on his left and presses the power button. The colours on the screen fade away as Yoongi follows the flow of Jimin’s silky, red hair, his fingers trailing.

His memories of a future with Jimin presented him with options he had to choose, ones that would result in their happily-ever-after. Looking at Jimin’s and his clothes in the dark blue light, filtered in through the windows,  they must have been out on a date. So technically, it should have been either a few days or a few weeks since the incident with Seokjin and Namjoon occurred.

He leans back against the couch, cursing. He’s infuriated that he doesn’t have any control over his ability to time-travel. It comes and goes, depending entirely on Yoongi’s feelings. If he wishes or if he was feeling depressed, it was instant, he would find himself either in the past or the future, with an abundance of choices. Fix up the past so that he wouldn’t make a certain mistake which could lead to many different problems in Yoongi’s current age and his future, or live a while in the future to see what eventually happens and what he needs to do to get there.

One thing has never changed. No matter if it is the past, present or future, Jimin is always there. Jimin is always at Yoongi’s side, telling him what and what not to do. She has seen the best and worst of Yoongi yet she never judges. She never fails to please him. She never fails to make him forget the bad incidents and be proud of where he is today.

And as he looks down at Jimin with the smallest smile on his face, he realises he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but with her.

* * *

“Hey.” Jimin pokes Yoongi’s pale cheek as he rests on her lap.

He gains enough consciousness to feel the stabbing pain running up and down his body. Where is he? What day is it? What year is it? They are all appropriate questions and viewing Yoongi’s confused expression, Jimin explains.

“Yoongi, it’s the current day in our universe. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s been exactly a day and a half since Namjoon hurt you. Look around. You’re home, Yoongi.”

And look around, Yoongi does. A sheer sense of glee finds him as he sits up and embraces Jimin in a warm hug. “I’m sorry for bothering you and taking your time, Jiminnie. Thank you for looking after me.”

Jimin wraps her arms around Yoongi’s relaxed back and entwines her fingers together, creating a strong grip. “No, don’t be sorry. I don’t mind the least helping you. In fact, it’s the least I could do for you.”

“Jimin. Look at me.” Yoongi says, relaxing his arms as he places them on Jimin’s shoulders, their eyes connected. “I know what you feel about me. I know. I’ve been to the future enough times to know what’s waiting for you and me. For us. And all I want to do is bring you with me to see it together but sadly, I can’t.”

He sees her hopeful yet scared eyes, ones that were anticipating Yoongi’s next words. He continues, “I know I’m not the best person to fall in love with. Hell, I was so cooped up in the illusion that Seokjin would be with me that I didn’t realise the gem, who had been waiting long enough for me. The pearl that was patient, caring, understanding. I don’t understand why you would still love me.”

Jimin lets out a small whimper as her tears fall hard and fast, she did not know what Yoongi was getting to.

“I’m sorry I put you in second-place when you deserve the best and more. Forgive me, Jiminnie.” He pauses, catching his breath and wiping away the sole tear coming out of his right eye. He needs to stay strong for Jimin. “I want to be a part of your future; I want to make the future I saw and lived a reality for the both of us. Will you let me?”

He moves his arms back around Jimin and leans his head on her shoulder as she whispers. “Yes. Yes. A hundred times yes. Yoongi, you don’t need to be sorry. You’ve done so much for me and I,” Jimin hiccups, “don’t deserve this. I feel as though I’m being too greedy. Is that right?”

“No, it isn’t. You can never be too greedy when it comes to me. I’ll do my best to fulfil each and every single one of my Jiminnie’s wishes. Thank you for waiting for me.”

“I’ll wait for you for a thousand more years if it means I can be with you.”

Their breathing shallows out as they both relax and stay in each other’s arms for a while.

Yoongi cannot believe what had happened but he makes sure to vow to himself that he would make Jimin the happiest girl in the world as she deserves nothing less.

* * *

A healed heart, a loving wife and a wonderful day is what Yoongi has as he looks to his beautiful bride on his right.

He’s glad he never turned back time, just late enough to warn himself not to approach Seokjin when she’s accompanied by a drunk Namjoon. Just late enough to warm himself to back away when she’s with her boyfriend. Just late enough to warn himself, ‘Don’t fall for Seokjin.’

He’s glad he noticed Jimin’s feelings, just in time. He’s glad he told her about his feelings, just in time. He’s glad they decided to spend the rest of their lifetime together, just in time.

Yoongi knows he could have chosen a different path for himself. He just chooses not to.

He doesn’t want to ruin the happiness lying ahead for them. He doesn’t want to ruin the happy family he will have waiting for him in the future. He doesn’t want to break Jimin’s promise and vows to him, both in the past, present and future.

(“I may not be your first love, first kiss, first sight or first date. I just want to be your last everything.”)