JIMIN
Date: May 12th, 2028
He had no idea what time it was.
He put his empty coffee cup on the table in that little room they used as a break in that experimental laboratory they had built with so much effort.
-Shit- he said in a low voice, talking to himself in the solitude of those four walls.
Even the numbers weren't stable, and he hadn't slept well for days. He was exhausted. His head ached despite taking an amount of painkillers in the last week that he could no longer accurately count.
He sighed, closing his irritated eyes for a moment, which suffered an uncomfortable itch when he came into contact with his eyelids. It was clear that he needed a bloody break.
"Fuck the cup. I'll wash it later ... "he thought, stretching his back, which rang in different areas of the spine, revealing his terrible posture in the last hours. He made up his mind to just leave it there, although his partner was probably going to scold him when he saw it, when his eyes wandered to another area of that worn table.
-Oh ..- he came to murmur in surprise when he noticed a photograph that he used to always observe from a distance, but that he recognized immediately.
His fingers itched with anxiety to take it, and he looked fearfully toward the door behind him. There was no one around.
His research partner seemed to have forgotten it there, or maybe it had just slipped out of his wallet in carelessness.
"It must have fallen, it is impossible that he has left it here ..." he said to himself as he threw himself against that photographic paper with anxiety. He knew well how obsessed that other man was with that photo, even it was worn out from how much he ran his fingers over it every second they had a break.
His eyes met two other pairs of gazes that were brimming with happiness even between the folds that had already been permanently made in the worn print.
-Yes, they are ..- said a voice behind him.
The shock made him jump into place and the photograph fell to the floor.
He had discovered him.
-Jin ... I ... -
- It's Okay ... I would have liked you to see them in person ...- the tall man with broad shoulders said in a muffled voice, before walking to where he had slipped his precious treasure to put it back in his wallet.
JiMin swallowed the lump in his throat, following Jin with his eyes and thinking once again that his partner seemed so broken inside that he would never see him happy again.
He was not the young man with whom he first started the project.
YOONGI
Date: March 28th, 2020
The university coffee shop lights seemed to increase almost corporeal, covering everything in their path in a white blanket. Yoon could only see with difficulty if he narrowed her eyes and fought against the glare that wanted to blind him to take away as well.
-There is no time ..- he came to say panting -We are going to see each other for the first time, I don't know when .. -
He felt that it was difficult for him to speak, everything looked bright and caused him pain - I need you to let me know that we know each other Tell me where to look for you today ... I'll remember it.
-What's going on ????? - Namjoon was glued to the back of the chair, staring at him in horror. Yoongi could still see his face, as if it was the only thing there.
-We have to fix this ...- he came to say before the blinding light took him away, jerking his stomach and making his muscles ache terribly.
Suddenly everything was white again.
The fucking white.
The familiar burning in the throat and the taste of bile came as well.
History was repeating itself once more. Her mind was beginning to cloud, and the scared face of the boy in front of him just seconds ago was no longer so clear.
"Namjoon ..." he told himself. He remembered. He must remember.
Yoongi clenched his fists until he felt his own fingernails in his palms between the spasms.
"Namjoon" he repeated as his teeth clenched together with a force that made his jaw ache "Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeon ..." he said to himself almost like a prayer.
He didn't want to forget. He mustn't let the white man take that with him.
"Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeon ..." he repeated to himself as dizziness made him sick.
He must resist.
"Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeon .."
The final jolt brought him to a painfully hard and uneven floor. Not sure if it was the sharp blow of his chest against the ground or if it was a consequence of the trip, the next thing Yoongi knew was that he found himself short of breath and blocked by air that punctured his lungs.
He had arrived.
The side of his face crushed against rough ground hurt enough to not allow himself to stay in that position, forcing him to move although his body suffered the consequences of the involuntary contractions and his puffs did not seem to inflate his chest. enough.
His head was still spinning by the time he rose from the ground, not giving himself the time it used to take to assimilate the new place where he had fallen. He still couldn't open his eyes, but he reached down to his knees with some difficulty to stop hurting himself against the uneven hardness he was on.
Blindly his hands felt for what he guessed were stones. They looked big, his fingers touched carefully trying to understand where it was, but he couldn't imagine it. He frowned in confusion. He, too, could not hear anything to help him understand his location.
"At least .. It's not cold this time" he began to think while he still paced his breath. The air was heavy and oppressive.
When his dizziness finally subsided and he didn't feel the world spinning, he opened his eyes.
-WH --- ???? - his surprise was so much that he forgot his discomfort, absolutely stunned and holding his breath as his pupils swept the area where he was.
Destroyed. Everything absolutely destroyed.
Probably if he weren't on the ground, he would have fallen right there from the shock of what he was seeing.
He was in the middle of a city street. Or at least, he could tell that it once was.
There was nothing left standing. It looked like a post-apocalyptic postcard. A futuristic and pessimistic drawing that he would have read in some graphic novel. Rubble was what he was kneeling on, and that's just everything around him.
The young teenager's lips trembled uncontrollably as he looked around without understanding.
He had never reached such a different reality.
His head could not think clearly, the questions were crowding: Has something changed? What year was she in?
Staggering, he rose from his place. The sun was setting into an orange sunset that would have been lovely to watch had it not been in the midst of the remnants of a civilization that no longer existed.
His shock was so great that it even prevented him from having the level of fear that he logically assumed he should have. He was too shocked, unable to finish believing what was in front of him.
He was beginning to suspect that no one else was left. There was absolutely not a sound.
-Welcome- said a voice a few steps from him.
Yoon almost fell to the ground again from the shock and the sharp turn he took to look at him to the side where the voice had come from.
Out of the rubble and the space between buildings (which once seemed to have been a narrow alley) a figure began to emerge from the shadows.
The young teenager's mouth fell open wide, seeing a young man in front of him, looking at him serenely.
-I haven't seen another "timeless" one for a long time- said the stranger, outlining a smile that turned his eyes into two thin croissants.
-"Timeless?"...- he murmured, unable to do more than repeat. Again, he found himself without understanding anything of what was happening. His mind connected, however, more ideas and memories than after other trips. Surprising a bit about it but keeping his silence, the teenager realized that he remembered Namjoon, Hoseok, Jeon and even remembered being "awake". The terminology of this new character that he had in front of him seemed in a way to be more correct but to refer to the same thing.
-Were you running from someone?- The young man ignored what he had asked, apparently he was not interested in clarifying at that moment. His expression had also changed, he was scrutinizing it carefully -or did you come from a fight ..?
-Sorry..?
The other young man had not yet moved from his place, but his sight traveled carefully even at a distance. For the first time, amid so much shock caused by the new place he had arrived, Yoongi analyzed himself: his knees were scraped, his pants had ripped and his shirt was covered with dirt.
-Tsssk...Great…- he whispered sarcastically when he noticed the superficial wound. He bit back a groan into a grimace as his index finger felt for the severity of the injury, to check it wasn't something to worry about.
-You should wash that- the other commented calmly.
Yoon turned his attention back to him, who finally took a few tentative steps in his direction. He didn't look older than 35 and his clothes were dirty old rags. He was carrying a large backpack, which although it was deteriorated, you could see that it had been cared for with more care.
-Who are you ..? - He finally asked when he was already in front of him.
-Oh, excuse me .. My name is Park JiMin- he said with a small bow and a short smile- You can trust me, what I don't know is if I can trust you. I'm not taking you to Vante until I'm sure.
-I'm..Min Yoongi ..- he murmured as that ragged chestnut leaned over to see his face, which probably must have been injured.
From the closeness, the cherry-haired man noticed that JiMin had an exhausted face, somewhat dirty and with the beginning of a shaved beard. However, his features despite the obvious carelessness were almost angelic.
"He must have been a very handsome guy ... a model perhaps?" he reasoned silently.
-I have something in my face?-
The colors rose to his face when he noticed that JiMin's eyes had caught him staring at him.
-No .. I .. - His ears were burning- I was wondering .. what did you work for ..
-We will talk about that in a more comfortable place. Seem to you? I have a couple of questions to ask you.- he said and without further starting his way in the direction from which he had appeared in the beginning.
The teenager hesitated, watching JiMin's back walk away.
"Is it safe to follow a stranger in this situation? .." he wondered, fearing to take the first step.
-Are you going to stay there ..? - His musings were interrupted by the voice of the man who was now looking at him over his shoulder-I will answer your questions, but I need us to move from here.
Without pausing to listen to his concerns, Min hurried his steps to get to him.
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