Fic title for your ask game! “Meeting each other slowly”.
genre/au;; time travel!au but my way, soulmate!au but my way ksksk , fluff, maybe a sprinkle of angst, yoongi could be considered a time traveler but like it’s a one time thing, he travels back to the day you were destined to meet, he’s determined to alter how you met so you don’t end up in a coma, he fucks up the days you’re supposed to eventually meet because something bad will happen so uh yeah, it’s a mess you’ll see.
there you are. as stunning as can be. and in the little corner of the café, he was. buried in his work and you waiting at the queue. both of you hadn’t noticed each one and another. he remembers how you met. one glance and before you knew it, you were in his arms, giggly and happy. before the accident happened. he winces at the memory but focuses, peeking out from his shades at his past self and he was getting up. you were about to meet.
and he needed to prevent that. he couldn’t let you look each other in the eyes. this wasn’t the time!
yoongi slips on his hood, and adjusts his mask. the idea he was is stupid but it has to work.
he stops his past self, “hey man, I think your car is getting towed.”
past yoongi seemed so befuddled. but runs out the door anyway, shouting a quick expression of gratitude. better safe than sorry.
yoongi sighs. he has this in the bag, next meeting should be easy and of course, it’s the official one.
not easy. most definitely not easy. how stupid of him to think that this would be easy? it’s the day for you two to meet. well in this altered time.
past yoongi is in his studio while you’re having lunch with your friends at some place just across the street from his studio. so close yet so far. how is he supposed to get you two to meet?
come on, yoongi. think, think!
he paces around and no thoughts come to mind.
what’s he supposed to do now?
a sudden loud crash catches his attention. a potentially fatal car accident right there. in the street dividing you two.
maybe today wasn’t the perfect day.
and it’s simple. much to his surprise.
and also, back in the same café. yoongi feels nervous, is something horrendous about to happen? he hoped not.
you’re right in front of his past self. just in the queue. yoongi somehow managed to make it into the line and stood behind his past self.
he mapped out his idea. it’s easy. and it was now or never.
he just needed to get you to look at him.
he pushes yoongi. seemed better in his head but he went along with the act.
“ah, I’m so clumsy today...,” he murmurs, and dashes out of the line and peaks to see if his master plan worked.
“ah! I’m sorry!” yoongi bumps into you and you turn around, balancing your order alongside your friend’s order.
your gazes meet and you knew it. it’s him.
“it’s...,” your response dies on the tip of your tongue. yoongi seems to be at loss for words as well. he feels it too. it’s his soulmate.
you’re lost in each other and yoongi only observes from a small corner with a genuine smile on his lips, content with his work.
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