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Reincarnation

Summary:

“What’s going to happen when he dies?” Jeongguk said one day.
“We’ll mourn together,” Jimin said, “Just like the last six times.”

Park Jimin is given the chance to fall in love again and again with the reincarnations of Min Yoongi.

Notes:

I always read fics where Jimin is the super shy one and I am weak for shy Yoongi so.... Super lovey and romantic so I couldn't help myself.

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Jimin can remember his last heartbreak vividly. It was carved into his very soul now. He woke up every morning next to him, butterflies erupting in his stomach reminding him of the blessing that slept beside him. He remembered the sinking feel that one day, as if all the butterflies died and wilted in his stomach in seconds.

The grocery store was two blocks away and it was Jimin’s turn to pick up ingredients for the dinner they planned. Jimin had rushed into the house with four bags, his body shaking from the cold. “Yoongi, I’m home!” Jimin dropped the groceries on the kitchen table before taking off his coat, scarf, and gloves to hang on the rack next to the door. The two of them lived a very organized life.

After no response Jimin sighed. Be trekked to their shared bedroom, the one that held so many precious memories. Most pleasant, lovely, and colorful. All that went away in split seconds. The pleasant and lovely façade shattered as the world turned to black and white.

Yoongi laid on the floor, a piece of paper in his hand. “Yoongi!” Jimin was at his knees, shaking his lover. Hunched over his lover, screaming, crying, that’s how the others found him. Suicide.

Jimin never learned how to cope. Not with the first time, or the second time, or the sixth time. The first five had been predictable, illnesses and age, but the sixth left him severed in the chest. There were no warnings or time to prepare what was inevitable. Yoongi had been depressed since the beginning, it was just too late for Jimin to save him.

Forty years later Jimin was at the bookstore, arms crossed as he looked at this generation’s writings. Nothing will ever be as good as The Scarlet Letter. He pitied this generation’s media. “Can I help you with anything?” an employee asked politely. She blushed when Jimin turned to her.

“No thank you.” Jimin smiled. The employee nodded and left quickly. If only she knew. Instead Jimin just blindly picked a book and sat on the comfy chairs provided. He never sat and read anyone, what a pity.

That’s when it happened.

“Uh, are you reading Marie Lu?” Jimin recognized that voice—bathed in that voice. It woke him up in the morning and soothed him to sleep. It was a reminder of what he once held in his palms.

Jimin looked up to see him. He looked younger but just the same. His skin was porcelain and his eyes a deep brown abyss that never failed to captivate Jimin. His hair was now a solid black color, bordering on brown. Thank God, Jimin thought, no more damaged roots. “Uh,” Jimin turned the book to the cover to see the author. “Yeah. I just…picked up the book randomly.”

Yoongi blushed and nodded. “I like her works,” he said shyly. Jimin wished there were paint the color of Yoongi’s rose cheeks. “I’m Yoongi by the way.”

Number seven. “I’m Jimin,” he smiled back. He promised he wouldn’t let himself fall again. He was done with the heartbreak and the tears. It was easier said when he is not in front of the same exact face from forty years ago that does not recall anything. Just another Yoongi to sneak into my heart. Jimin couldn’t escape it.

“I’m sorry to bother,” Yoongi gripped onto the strap of his bag. School? He used to want to go to college… “I…uh…you should read Alexandra Braken if you enjoy that book. Just a suggestion.”

Jimin smiled back widely. What a nerd. “I definitely will.” Yoongi gave another shy smile before excusing himself to go to his class. Jimin’s eyes followed him as he left the shop and hazardously crossed the street.

 

“You got to be kidding me,” Jeongguk groaned when he heard the news. He had been alive nearly as long as Jimin and the two of them stuck together. They always had someone to lean on. At one point in their relationship, maybe it was the industrial revolution, Jeongguk confessed he had feelings for Jimin. Jimin gently let him down though and though it had been awkward for a period of time it was soon sorted out and they remained best friends.

Jimin laid face down on the couch. “I know!” he groaned. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Avoid him,” Jeongguk said like it was the simplest thing to do.

“It’s not that easy,” Jimin flipped onto his back. “He was so cute and he loved reading—he was so shy and adorable—”

“I’m going to puke,”Jeongguk scrunched his nose. Jeongguk’s house was small, standard, (paid off), and isolated. The two of them go through the problem where if they stay in a busy area for so long people get suspicious. After moving several times in decades Jeongguk got a house. Jimin insisted in staying at Yoongi’s old apartment. “You’re going to get hurt again.”

Jimin stayed silent because Jeongguk was right, as usual. All the Yoongi’s before never knew about the others and didn’t know the heartbreak Jimin went through each time. At one point or another most found out about the immortality but never about the ones he loved before them or the ones he will love after. “I want him though.”

“Find somebody new,” Jeongguk advised.

Jimin didn’t think he could find anyone that would compare to his Yoongi. Jeongguk faced the problem with losing his loved ones as well, he never had to see their face return decades later with no recollection of their past life. Jimin hated reincarnation.

“I can’t.”

 

After staying in his tiny apartment for a week Jimin had read all the books under the author’s name Yoongi had recommended. “You hate the books written today though,” Jeongguk tsked over their past phone call. Jimin knew he was right, he nearly hated everything new this generation had created (okay, not everything. The movies were good). But Yoongi seemed pleased with the books and Jimin bought the whole collection.

Jimin had only left the house because he needed more food in the house. He took money out of his safe and trekked the city streets to the nearest grocery store. Hopefully it would be a short trip, Jimin didn’t want to risk running into Yoongi.

“Avoid him,” Jeongguk had said. Jimin, for once, tried to listen to his advice.

So he rushed to the grocery store and did his shopping, weaving in and out of the aisles as he picked up food as he went. Jimin eventually made it into the checkout line behind an elderly woman who was taking a while to pay. Jimin didn’t seem concerned as he put his groceries on the conveyer belt. As soon as the elder lady (he really shouldn’t call her that, she was way younger than he was) left Jimin was in front of the checkout boy.

He instantly regretted all his life choices once he saw who was checking out his groceries. “Total is $87.95,” he looked up and instantly and his cheeks turned a rosy red yet again.

Jimin gave a shy smile and swiped his debit card and begin paying. “Did you uh…enjoy the book?”

Shit, what was Jimin supposed to say? Yeah I binged read all the books from the author because I love you. Jimin was silent and then: “Yeah, I really enjoyed it,” he smiled. “I’m not a very big reader.”

Yoongi gave a slight nod and smiled. “I’m a big reader,” he commented, “And a collector. I own and read pretty much every classic and young adult novel.”

Jimin raised his eyebrows as he was given his receipt and got his grocery bags. “Really? You enjoy classics?”

Yoongi nodded. “Everyone hated them in school but I enjoy them a lot.” Jimin wanted to jump on the boy and kiss him right there.

With a shy goodbye and a smile Jimin parted ways. Oh, he was so screwed.

 

“Idiot,” Jeongguk wacked Jimin in the head. “I said avoid him. Not have a discussion on classics and books as he checked out your groceries.”

Jimin rubbed his head with a frown. “You don’t get it.”

Don’t get it?” Jeongguk yelled. “Jimin, I’m tired of being the one to find you screaming and crying next to his body every time he dies. You know what happens yet you continuously run back to him.”

“You think I don’t find you mopping around and screaming when your lovers leave?” Jimin raised his voice. “What about Taehyung? You were depressed for a century before you could even consider a relationship again.”

Jimin drew the line with the name on his lips. He knew it was wrong when the first syllable left his mouth. Jeongguk loved Taehyung with his being and soul. They were together for fifteen years until Taehyung was killed in a bank heist. Jeongguk never forgave himself and hugged the corpse of his lover until officials pried him away to take the body. Jeongguk was never the same after Taehyung.

“Get out,” Jeongguk said eerily calm. When Jimin hesitated Jeongguk threw the glass of water in his hand toward the lamp on the side table, knocking it over onto the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces. “I said get out!” he screamed.

Jimin hurried out the door and onto the streets. They got into heated arguments frequently, it’s hard not to after centuries together. They both know what topics to pin and attack when necessary and Jimin took the opportunity to strike it.

 

Jimin made out two centuries ago. He had made a deal with a group of pirates and in return he was granted chests and chests of gold. Through time Jimin had exchanged the gold for whatever currency was present until he got to the modern day currency. Jimin didn’t have to work as a poor merchant ever again.

That being said, Jimin didn’t have a need to leave his lonely apartment. Jimin would have his depressing days where he would lie around and look at old black and white photographs of all his past friends. 150 years ago, Jimin and Jeongguk found their most memorable friends. Friends that were still present in their thoughts. It was around the time photography was invented and Jimin and Jeongguk knew that they needed these pictures. So there were many, and maybe their friends got annoyed with the pictures but Jimin and Jeongguk would just smile. How nice would it be to be so naïve.

It was the second Yoongi at the time, with Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin. They were all friends that would go to taverns and brothers. Yoongi and Jimin would kiss under the moonlight and run from the rear for private time, Taehyung and Jeongguk would do the same. A simpler time. Jimin and Jeongguk hadn’t ever made friends that close since. It was a tragedy, once they found out about the immortality they got scared. They heard stories about the Salem Witch Trials just two centuries prior and growing up in a religious civilization they thought the two were worshipping the devil. It took only a month for them to realize how false that accusation was and remained as close as ever.

Jin left first, dueling with a man who had slept with his wife. Shot in the side with a musket. It was already infected by the time a doctor got to him.

Namjoon was second. He always held a spot in his heart for Jin, the death devastated him the most. “Did you love him?” Jimin had asked. “More than I could ever love my wife.” Namjoon replied. He was hit by a train a week later.

Hoseok was third. He had gotten yellow fever during his trip to Philadelphia. They watched the yellowing of his skin and the bloody vomiting during the endless hours of the night. Five thousand people died, Hoseok being one of them.

Yoongi was next. He was playing piano for Jimin one night, the candles around the two of them. Jimin had laid his head on Yoongi’s shoulder and watch as he pressed the now ancient keys. It was when he brought the handkerchief to his mouth to cough when they knew he was going to die. Rich with thick red blood. Tuberculosis. Deadly. No cure. It was a death sentence.

Jimin found himself beside Yoongi from that moment on. Yoongi was wasting away in bed, winter just upon them. Jimin would layer all their blankets and sheets over Yoongi to keep him warm, Jimin would sleep on the nearby chair, flinching whenever he heard Yoongi coughing up blood. Two months later he had died in his sleep, blood dripping from his lips and his body as stiff as a stone. Jeongguk and Taehyung found him the same morning, screaming and crying over Yoongi’s body. Jimin thought the first death was bad but the second was worse. He was given a second chance yet Yoongi was ripped from his life like the last time.

Taehyung was the last to go. It was two years later when he went to the bank and was shot four times in the chest. Jeongguk had never been so heartbroken in his life. He had stayed over at Jimin’s for a decent amount of time, waking up screaming and crying over the loss of warmth beside him. Jeongguk had a Taehyung shaped hole in his heart.

They had pictures together. Some with Yoongi, some with the whole group, then there were ones where it was only one of them doing something. Jimin kept photo albums on the TV stand in the living room. On his nightstand was a framed picture of Yoongi and him, one of the only that was in color. Yoongi was taking the picture of the them. “That’s a shit selfie,” Jeongguk said years after Yoongi’s death. It was a selfie, one with a heavy ass camera. Jimin had his arms around Yoongi’s shoulders, kissing Yoongi’s cheek and Yoongi had his eyes squinted in his precious smile. It had been Jimin’s favorite picture.

Jimin had cried over that picture frame for so many nights. He cried over it when Yoongi left to join the military and Jimin would find himself scared every night thinking that Yoongi could be dead. Yoongi called him every chance he got and Jimin would tell him how his life was going and Yoongi would tell him what him and his squad had done that day. Yoongi suffered from ptsd and depression after he came home. It only took five years for it to drive him to the point of suicide. Forty years later and Jimin could have him again. He’s right there and yet he knows he will be heartbroken again. He didn’t know if he would be able to handle it anymore.

Jimin sucked on his lip before grabbing his coat and keys and leaving the apartment. Three blocks of speed walking later and Jimin found himself in the tiny bookstore. He was happy there was heating and he quickly scanned the bookstore to see no sign of Yoongi. He sighed, Jimin never went to the bookstore anyways and now he looked awkward bc he just ran the whole way here and—“Excuse me?”

Jimin turned to see the black-haired boy waiting to get inside the shop. Jimin quickly apologized and moved out of the way so Yoongi can step into the heat. Yoongi’s cheeks, as usual, were red and he was giving Jimin a shy smile again. It had been only a week since Jimin had seen Yoongi. “I seem to keep running into you,” Jimin commented.

“I uh,” Yoongi stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets. “I saw you running on the street, I didn’t know if anything was wrong.”

Jimin felt embarrassed but warm. He cared. “Are you busy?” Straightforward, but he couldn’t wait.

Yoongi’s eyes widened a little before he shook his head. “No. I was just going to do homework.”

Jimin smiled. Nerd. “Would you like to get something to eat?”

“Really?” Yoongi perked up, surprised with the request. “I mean—uh—yeah. I’d like that a lot.” Yoongi was awkward and shy, always blushing and stuttering. Jimin found it beautiful.

So the two of them made their way to Steak n’ Shake where they got shakes and burgers. Jimin ordered his strawberry shake and nearly ordered Yoongi’s shake but caught himself. Don’t look like a creep. He knew Yoongi’s taste in food, his allergies, his likes and dislikes. They all followed the same trend. “Peanut butter shake,” Yoongi had ordered, Jimin nearly smirked.

“So, you in college?” Jimin asked, popping a fry in his mouth.

Yoongi had been picking at his food nervously the entire time. “Yeah, I’m studying to become an English professor.” Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?” he commented. “I guess it makes sense with your knowledge on literature.”

Yoongi nodded. “And you?”

Jimin shook his head. “No. No college for me,” he had gotten a college degree in 1947. “I’m just living a boring life really.”

Yoongi nodded. “No student debt at least,” he sipped on his shake and Jimin laugh and agreed. The entire meal went smoothly, the more time they spent the more relaxed Yoongi had gotten. They talked about school, books, and media events. Yoongi was quirky and cute, something Jimin would never expect. Yoongi always seemed to be strong and authoritative, this was a whole new turn of events.

Jimin took Yoongi on several dates, to the movies, the bowling alley, and other places he thought were nice. In that time Jeongguk and Jimin had cooled off and were now fine. Jeongguk would sometimes give Jimin advice on what to do.

“I want to take you somewhere,” Yoongi had said after a month into whatever relationship they had. They were walking in silence before Yoongi blurted it out. It was surprising what Yoongi had initiated in their relationship. He was the first one to hold onto Jimin’s hand one night, his blushing cheeks hidden in the night.

Jimin smiled. “Of course.”

That night Yoongi took Jimin to the roller skating rink. Jimin nearly had a heart attack because he knew Yoongi had poor balance. “You okay with this?” Yoongi asked nervously, scared that Jimin would hate this idea.

“Yeah,” Jimin reassured as the two of them tied the laces of the skates. “I might be a little rough, it’s been a while.”

“My uncle owns this place,” Yoongi chuckled, already standing and shuffling on the skates. “I worked here as a teen.”

“Really?” Jimin asked, smiling brightly. So maybe he doesn't have poor balance.

“Yah, don’t tease me,” Yoongi looked away, “I’m just saying I know what I’m doing.”

“I’m sure you do angel,” the name slipped but Yoongi seemed unfazed by it. Yoongi had instead pulled Jimin onto the rink where, quickly, Jimin found out he was a newborn giraffe. Yoongi kept from laughing as he helped Jimin skate around the rink. When was the last time I skated? It had to be at least fifty years ago…

A little rough,” Yoongi mocked and Jimin swatted at him. Soon Jimin got the hang of it but kept his hold on Yoongi’s hand the entire time. It was when Jimin face planted and brought Yoongi down with him that they let go.

“I think I broke my back,” Jimin groaned. Yoongi laid on his chest and soon scrambled off, embarrassed. “Why are you always so embarrassed? You never do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi stood up and helped Jimin up, skating slowly to the side of the rink so they wouldn’t be trampled. “It’s just hard for me. I feel comfortable but I’m constantly afraid that I’ll look like an idiot.”

Jimin held onto his hand. “There’s no need to apologize,” he said, “Just know that you’ll never look like an idiot to me.” Yoongi blushed and looked down at their hands. “Lets go get something to eat, my back needs to heal.”

“What a baby,” Yoongi chuckles.

The two of them make it to the concession stand to see no one and Yoongi sighs. “I swear he never does his job,” Yoongi bites his lips. “Tae?” Jimin froze at the nickname, could it be—“Taehyung!”

The boy soon came of from the back room. “Yoongi! It’s been some time!”

“I saw you two days ago,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It’s Taehyung, 1860’s Taehyung. He looked modern, shortened hair with rich brown eyes. “Can we get two sodas and nachos?” Yoongi paused and turned to Jimin. “Do you like nachos? Sorry I assumed.”

“Nachos are fine,” Jimin replied. Taehyung shifted his gaze to Jimin and smiled.

“You must be Jimin,” Taehyung smiled. “Yoongi is lucky, I need a boyfriend.”

Tae,” Yoongi scolded.

“Uh, I need to go to the bathroom,” Jimin excused himself, “I’ll be right back.”

Jimin pressed a quick kiss to Yoongi’s cheek. “Okay,” Yoongi said unsurely.

Jimin raced to the bathroom and took out his cellphone and immediately began dialing Jeongguk’s number. “Hello?”

“Guk? You need to come to the skating rink,” Jimin rushed out. He locked himself in a stall and was fisting his hair.

“Why? It’s my TV night…”

Jimin groaned. “Fuck,” Jimin sighed, “Taehyung is here—as in Taehyung. He’s friends with Yoongi. It’s him.”

Silence. “I swear to God if you’re lying—”

“I’m not,” Jimin breathed. “I swear, oh lord. His name is Taehyung, he’s exactly the same.”

"I’m on my way,” Jeongguk hung up and Jimin was now left in silence. After a few seconds he sobered up and left to see Yoongi sitting in one of the booths with two cans of soda and nachos, all untouched. Yoongi was starring at the skaters, the neon strobe lights dancing across his skin. Jimin quickly slid in the seat across from him.

Yoongi quickly looked at Jimin, startled by the new presence. “I thought you left,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Of course not,” Jimin laughed. “I’m having a fun time.”

Yoongi seemed surprised. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jimin took a nacho and dipped it in cheese. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought Taehyung creeped you out,” Yoongi cracked open his soda. “With the whole label thing.”

“The boyfriend label?” Jimin asked. “I’m not creeped out about that. I have no problem.”

“You don’t?”

“Not at all,” Jimin gave a small smile. “I mean…what do you think?”

“I’d—”

“Jimin!” Jeongguk raced to the booth, panting and sweaty. Yoongi was startled by the new presence and curled into himself a little. “Hey Yoongi,” he said to Yoongi before turning to Jimin. “Where is he?”

“Concession,” Jimin said and Jeongguk was gone in a heartbeat. “Sorry, that was my best friend.”

“How did he know my name?” Yoongi asked.

Shit. “I talk about you,” Jimin covered up, “He’s forced to listen.”

Yoongi blushed. “Who was he looking for? At concession?”

Jimin knew he was in a tight situation. “Taehyung looks like a guy he used to know,” Jimin said. “He wanted to see if it was him.” Yoongi nodded, taking another chip. “Do you want to go, hang out at my place for a bit?” Yoongi look uncomfortable and awkward in the booth. “Only if you are comfortable—or we can skate—”

“No, we can leave,” Yoongi gives a small laugh, “truth be told I don’t like skating and these skates are uncomfortable.”

Jimin laughed. “Come on, we’ll have a comfortable and fun time in socks and fuzzy blankets .” Yoongi gave one of his gummy smiles as Jimin gripped onto his hand.

The only good thing about reincarnation is that Jimin can fall in love with Yoongi over and over again.

 

“I love your apartment,” Yoongi’s eyes were wide as he looked around. “Look at your music collection!” Yoongi was a child in a toy store as he rushed to the stack of CDs and records. The funny thing was, they weren’t his. Yoongi was a music collector and Jimin kept them because 1. They were a reminder of Yoongi (like he really needed one) and 2. They were going to be worth big money one day. “Are these brand new?” Yoongi marveled. Past Yoongi was very adamant on keeping the music in pristine condition.

“My friend collected them,” Jimin said, holding his elbows as he watched the back of Yoongi’s head while he scanned all the different kinds of artists. “When he passed away I got them.”

Yoongi paused, looking over his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” he said, worry in his tone. He drew his hands back and away from all the music. “Was he really into music?”

Jimin went and sat on the floor next to Yoongi and began to pull out certain CDs and records. “It was his passion,” Jimin had said. “These were his favorites.” Jimin had pulled records of Elvis, The Rolling Stones, and Bruce Springsteen. “Made my ears bleed with how much he listened to them.” Jimin was smiling as he looked at the different records.

“I love all this music,” Yoongi was careful as he looked at the casing. “Such old music. You must have a heart for people with older tastes.”

Jimin chuckled. You have no idea. “Whose your favorite ancient artist?” Jimin chuckled.

Yoongi sat and thought. “Probably Pink Floyd or The Rolling Stones.” He stacked all the records back, making sure they were facing the right way.

Jimin shuffled through and found three Pink Floyd records and five Rolling Stones records. “Here,” Jimin handed them to Yoongi. “Keep them. You have more use than I do.”

“Jimin…”

“They’re just going to sit here,” Jimin said. “I know they’ll be put to a better use with you.” Yoongi held the records in his hands and looked down at them all.

"Are you sure?”

“I insist.”

Silence. “Thank you,” Yoongi said softly. “It means a lot to me.”

Jimin smiled. That night the two of them sat on the couch in the living room and watched Netflix. Jimin attempted to cook but Yoongi was quick to call for pizza instead. “You’re going to hurt yourself,” Yoongi argued.

Jimin tsked. “No faith in this relationship, I swear.” Yoongi had laughed. Later that night Yoongi had kissed Jimin on the lips after calling an uber. The night was wonderful.

 

Jeongguk burst into the apartment before Jimin is even awake. Jeongguk rushed into the bedroom and threw the sheets off of Jimin’s body. “This is no time to sleep!” Jeongguk yelled. Jimin just groaned and flipped over, opening one eye to look at Jeongguk. “It’s him. Oh my lord he’s just like I remember him but he doesn’t remember me.”

Jimin sat up and leaned on the wall behind him. “Its reincarnation Jeongguk. He doesn’t remember his prior life.”

Jeongguk sat beside Jimin, pulling the sheets over his own body and snuggling up in the sheets. “Why can’t he remember how much I loved him?”

“You know what the one thing I love about reincarnation?” Jimin asked. Jeongguk slumped on his shoulder and hummed. “I can fall in love with Yoongi over and over again.”

“He’s probably not even single,” Jeongguk muttered. “Have you seen him? The world would be filled with idiots if nobody is dating him.”

Jimin laid down again, closing his eyes. “He’s single. Ask him out on a date, court him.”

Jeongguk groaned. “We are so old.”

 

A month later and Yoongi practically lives in Jimin’s apartment. It was unintentional but so many of Jimin’s shirts disappeared with Yoongi and some of Yoongi’s shirts found their way into his dresser. He didn’t mind though. “I can’t believe you graduate in a month,” Jimin wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s waist as Yoongi cute up vegetables.

“Only half a month,” Yoongi chuckled. “But who’s counting?”

“Me,” Jimin kissed Yoongi’s cheek. Yoongi chuckled and shied away. “Wow you’re so grown up you don’t like my cheek kisses. How hurtful.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I love your cheek kisses. I’m making dinner.”

“Mhm,” Jimin hummed. “Alright almost-graduate.”

Yoongi kissed Jimin’s cheek loud and sloppily. “Shush up, I’m making you dinner skinny boy.” Yoongi walked passed a blushing Jimin to the oven and began working.

Skinny boy,” Jimin breathed. “Have you seen yourself, you’re skin and bones!” Yoongi chuckled. “We should go out for ice cream tonight, fatten the two of us up.”

Yoongi glanced at Jimin in the corner of his eye. “There must be an alternative motive. You hate going out at night.”

“Not with you,” Jimin smiled cutely. Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Be careful. You roll your eyes a lot, probably going to roll out of your head one day.”

“Wouldn’t that be a great way to leave,” Yoongi chuckled lightly. “Cause of death: rolling his eyes too much.” Jimin didn’t laugh at that, just look at his folded hands. Yoongi was quick to notice, Jimin would always laugh at Yoongi’s stupid jokes. “What do you believe in?” Yoongi asked softly as he put the chicken in the oven. “After death…”

Jimin hesitated. “What do you mean?”

“When you die,” Yoongi said. “Like do you believe in heaven, reincarnation, nothing? I’d like to think reincarnation would be so cool.”

“Really now?” Jimin laughed lightly. “What would you be?”

“Myself hopefully,” Yoongi said, “Imagine being a cow—how sad. What would you be?”

Jimin could tell him now, come out as being an immortal being. It’s the perfect opportunity. “Myself,” he said instead. Safe.

 

“What’s going to happen when he dies?” Jeongguk said one day.

“We’ll mourn together,” Jimin said, “Just like last time.”

 

“I love you,” Yoongi said. They were laying down in Jimin’s bed, Yoongi straddling Jimin. Jimin’s fingers pressed down on Yoongi’s sides as he leant up and sucked at the flesh below Yoongi’s was, making the mortal moan.

“I love you too,” Jimin said. The two had no clothing on except for their boxers. “So, so, so much.”

Yoongi never felt so loved in his life. He made love with the immortal until their voices were broken and their bodies were tired.

Yoongi woke up first that morning, body exhausted from the night prior. He reached over for his phone to see a few unread messages from Taehyung, nothing too important.

Taehyung:
Best. Night. Ever. 

Yoongi:
What did you 2 do?

Taehyung:
We went mini golfing and went to that Greek restaurant I love!!!!!!! man of my dreams

Yoongi cracked his back before turning over and seeing that Jimin was peacefully asleep, hair falling across his face. Yoongi really got lucky. He sat up in bed and opened the nightstand drawer to see if Jimin kept anything to relieve some of the pain. Instead he found a single picture frame with a faded photo.

 

Jimin woke up late, when he peeked one eye open he say that the space next to him was vacant. “Yoongi?” He sat up quickly, panicked. Looking back at the spot he found the picture frame of him and Yoongi, dated 1972.

 

Yoongi had rushed out of the apartment and towards Taehyung’s place. A short fifteen minute walked turned to a Five minute spring. What the actual fuck was that, so may things were running through Yoongi’s mind.

After knocking on the door frantically for half a minute Taehyung quickly opened the door and Yoongi let himself in. “I’m going to have a heart attack,” Yoongi breathed as he paced the living room. “Jimin—he had…I don’t even know I sound crazy.”

“Breath,” Taehyung tugged his eyebrows together and pulled on Yoongi’s arms to calm him. “Just talk. Slowly.”

“Jimin…we slept together last night and I woke up and I was nosy…he had this this picture frame in his drawer and it was me and him,” Yoongi fisted his hair the exact same moment a new presence entered the room.

“Were you blonde?” Jeongguk asked as he brushed his teeth in the middle of the living room.

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows. “Yoongi,” Taehyung said, “Jeongguk and Jimin…”

“We’re immortal,” Jeongguk spits into the kitchen sink and rinses it with water. “I’m 400 years old, Jimin is around 450.” Yoongi’s eyes widened. “You two are reincarnated versions of your past selves. This is the second Taehyung I’ve seen but you’re the seventh Yoongi I’ve seen. You keep unconsciously finding your way back to Jimin with each life you live, so he keeps falling in love with you and when you die he mourns your death.”

“That’s impossible.”

"Then explain that picture,” Jeongguk cocked an eyebrow. “That was taken around 1970ish I believe. When colored pictures became a thing. Jimin has pictures of you from the 1800s all the way through now. He doesn’t force himself to love you, it just keeps naturally happening and he can’t stop it.”

Yoongi was silent. “How do I keep dying?”

"Gosh,” Jeongguk sat beside Taehyung thinking. “First time you died in a burning building, second time was tuberculosis, third was…you had a really high fever, I think Jimin went to get a remedy and when he came home you were dead, fourth and fifth you actually grew old and passed away peacefully. The sixth time you committed suicide, that fucked Jimin up the most.”

Taehyung nudged him. “Don’t make him feel bad,” Tae scolded.

“How did you die?” Yoongi asked Taehyung.

“It was so intense, I got shot four times in a bank heist,” Taehyung beamed. Jeongguk glared.

“Worst day of my entire life,” he muttered.

"This is all fucked up,” Yoongi rubbed his face.

Taehyung groaned. “You’re going to close up to be that shy and awkward bean you are again. Isn’t is cool? You talked about reincarnation before and now you know it’s real. You have a man who has loved you for centuries and who keeps on finding you. Isn’t that fate?”

“That’s weird.”

Fate,” Taehyung argued.

 

Jimin gave up calling him after the seventeenth time. He knew he fucked up. He should have hidden it better, maybe should have told him. He probably thinks Jimin is a creep who has these weird old photographs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Jimin screamed into the void of his apartment. He never lost Yoongi this way before. He felt as if his skin was on fire and his mind was yelling profanities after profanities at him. He had built the most beautiful of relationships once again but for the first time Yoongi had left him—alive. Jimin soon found himself crying on his kitchen floor, fingers pulling at his hair. He lost him, for good. Jeongguk warned him to stay away and instead Jimin went running to the bookstore to ask Yoongi on a date.

Stupid, naïve, mistake.

Then there was knocking on the door. Jimin ran as fast as he could to the door and swung it open to see young and beautiful Yoongi standing there. Jimin quickly wiped his disgusting and messy face and tried to look at least presentable. “I can explain…”

“Jeongguk told me,” Yoongi mumbled. “He was at Taehyung’s.”

Jimin breathes for a few seconds before opening the door wider and letting Yoongi in. “The music…it was mine, wasn’t it?” Jimin nodded shyly. “And I lived here with you. I committed suicide in the bedroom.”

“Yeah,” Jimin sniffled. “You had ptsd and depression. It was sudden. You weren’t taking your medication.”

“You should have told me,” Yoongi said.

“You’d think I’m insane,” Jimin defended himself. “It’s insane.”

Yoongi nodded. Jimin had a point, it was insane. He never thought this would happen. “I hear you have pictures,” Yoongi muttered. “Can I see?”

Jimin, a stuttering mess, quickly agreed and went to go get the photo albums. “Did Jeongguk tell you everything?”

“Down to exactly how I died each time,” Yoongi mumbled. The two sat on the ground of the living room as Jimin set down the photo albums.

“I don’t have the first you photographed,” Jimin said, “Cameras weren’t invented then and we didn’t have the money to get a painting done.”

“What time period…” Yoongi trailed off.

"1593,” Jimin said, “I didn’t know I was immortal until after you died and I stopped aging.” Yoongi nodded, clearly confused about the information. Or he wanted to leave as soon as possible and never gave Jimin again. Yoongi opened the first photo album. “This was 1844. Taehyung was alive during that time and we had a few other friends, I haven’t seen them since.”

It was like looking at past pictures of ancestors from 200 years ago. But it was Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk all in the 1800s. “I know them,” Yoongi muttered as he pointed to a trio. “Jin works at the café on 8th street. Hobi works morning shifts at the skate rink. Namjoon is a professor at the college. We all talk.”

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows. “Really?” Yoongi nodded. The fell into silence, not knowing what to say. They flipped through the 1800s. “This was 1879,” Jimin pointed. An old and faded picture of the two of them along with several more. “This was 1901,” Jimin pointed to some more pictures. “And this was 1946.” Yoongi had leaned his head on Jimin’s shoulder, gazing at all the pictures. “This was the most current. 1971.”

Yoongi can almost recognize the apartment in some of the pictures. He looked happy. They both did. “How long were we together?”

“You were in the military for a year together, including that we were together,” Jimin twisted his lips. “ 6 years? We were close to 7…”

“I can’t imagine this being me,” Yoongi breathed, flipping the pages to see all the photos again and again and again. “Am I the same every time?”

Jimin smiled but shook his head. “Past you would envy you,” Jimin said, “He was dyslexic, couldn’t read well so he didn’t go to school even though he wanted to so badly. He was all tough and dominant—you all really were. When I saw you and your shy nature my heart swooned and I was ready to fall in love with you all over again.”

Yoongi nodded. “I’m sorry,” he said shyly. “That you keep going through this.”

“I won’t lie,” Jimin says. “It hurts. Jeongguk would comfort me for decades. It was forty years since I last saw you and Jeongguk told me to keep away but of course I ignored him. I choose to get hurt because you’re worth it. You’re always worth it.” Yoongi wiped his eyes and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist. “You’re not leaving?”

“Of course not,” Yoongi mumbled. “Never leaving your side.” Jimin’s heart grew ten times bigger.

25 years later Yoongi got cancer at the age of 47 and it was too late to cure him. Towards the end of his life he lived in the hospital and Jimin would visit every moment of the day with him, holding his hand reassuringly. It looked at if a parent and son were in the room. “I love you,” Yoongi told Jimin in his last minutes.

Jimin, tears streaming his face. “I love you too, so, so much.” Yoongi’s hand was in Jimin’s and Jimin pressed kisses to the surface of the younger’s have.

“I’ll remember you,” Yoongi breathed. “I feel it.”

Yoongi died March 27, 2042.

 

Jimin was late. The city streets were crowded and the rain was drenching them all. He was supposed to meet Jeongguk at the restaurant fifteen minutes ago and was already preparing himself for a scolding. Jimin’s glasses were drooling in his nose and had water sticking to them. When he got to the restaurant he instantly found Jeongguk sitting in a booth, waiting for the man. “You’re late,” Jeongguk tsked when Jimin sat in front of him, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I am 535 years old Jeongguk there’s no need to scold me,” Jimin chuckled as he opened up his menu. Jeongguk rolled his eyes. “So how’s Taehyung?”

“Super shy and sweet,” Jeongguk smiled into his fist. “Completely opposite from the last two. It’s super cute.”

Avoid him,” Jimin mocked.

Jeongguk hit Jimin on the shoulder. “That was before I knew how it felt.”

Jimin hummed as a figure approached the table, probably to take their order. Jeongguk was about to order but then—“Jimin?” Jimin’s head snapped up to see a blond, young face on a boy—no older than 20. Yoongi.

Jimin couldn’t speak. He knew his name… “Hey Yoongi,” it felt as if a weight was lifted off his chest and he could finally breath. “It’s been a long time.” Yoongi was wearing the waiter uniform, and his notepad and pen were in his hand as her nervously fiddled with them.

“I remember you,” Yoongi breathed. “I remember everything from the beginning.”

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