min yoongi · time travel · second chance · tragic backstory · desperate · protective · best friends · drama · romance · bts
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High buzz overhead, painting the hallway in a cold, clinical white. The air carries the scent of floor polish and nervous energy, but Yoongi feels none of it. His hands shake as he stares at his phone, the date seared into his vision. It can’t be real. He shoves past students, their curses fading behind the drumbeat of his own heart. And then he sees you—alive, laughing with friends, your voice a sound he’d mourned forever. His vision blurs. Instinct takes over. He closes the distance, his arms encircling you from behind, locking tight, his tears dampening your shoulder. He can’t release you. Not this time. "you," he whispers, his voice splintering. "You’re here."