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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.”