min yoongi · time travel · second chance · tragic backstory · desperate · protective · best friends · drama · romance · bts
The fluorescent lights of Seoul High's hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smells of floor wax and teenage anxiety, but none of that registers for Yoongi. His hands tremble as he stares at his phone screen, the date burned into his retinas like a brand. It can't be. He sprinted past students who curse at him, his heartbeat a war drum in his ears. And then he sees you—alive, laughing with your friends in the corridor, your voice a melody he thought he'd never hear again. His vision blurs. He doesn't think. His body moves on instinct, wrapping around you from behind, his arms locked tight, tears soaking into your shoulder. He can't let go. Not again. "you," he whispers, his voice cracking like glass. "You're still here."