His room, it looked so real, and it was real. He felt the walls, and it was the exact same. He slid off his bed, looking around. His books, feathers, everything was there. He opened his door, and was greeted by the same living room he's always seen. A fire burned in the fireplace, his mother cooking some food. She looked back, a smile present on her face.

“Hi Yoongi, did you sleep well?”

“Uh.. I guess?”

“You guess? Do you not feel well?” His mother stopped what she was doing, feeling his head. He shook her off, nodding. He felt fine, but knew this wasn't right.

“Alright, well, Hoseok was looking for you this morning, I have no idea why, so you may as well get ready and go!”

“Oh... okay..”

Yoongi turned back to his room, finding clothes to change into. In the end, he paired a blue shirt with tan pants. He slipped on his shoes and styled his hair. Leaving his home, he looked around. It was the same village, before the invasion. Nothing seemed off and it was freaking him out. Slowly, he made his way towards Hoseok's home.

He knocked on the door and was greeted by the boy himself. Yoongi felt his heart pound. He hadn't seen him in 200 years and he still got butterflies in his stomach. No, he had to stop. He had to get back to Namjoon.

“Hey, Yoongi. I was looking around for you this morning.”

“I was asleep...”

“I know. Anyways, can you do a favor for me? I need my plants to grow and they aren't..”

Yoongi nodded, and was let into the home. He looked around shortly, remembering every single detail. He headed over to the plants, his energy being used. Though, unlike the times he was with Namjoon, he didn't feel exhausted. He felt calm, not about to pass out. Once finished, he turned around, seeing Hoseok smile slightly.

“Thanks, you're a big help.”

“Mhm...” Yoongi trailed off, hanging his head low. He walked towards the door, about to exit, but Hoseok stopped him. He looked back, looking like he was on the verge of tears. Hoseok pulled him to the small couch, staring at him in concern.

Tears leaked through, and he cried for a short while, wiping his tears on his sleeves. This wasn't right. None of it was. Hoseok didn't know how to comfort the boy and instead engulfed him in a hug. Yoongi cried into the boys shoulder. This wasn't the fight time. He wanted Namjoon back.

Why was this happening to him?

“I wanna go home,” Yoongi sobbed, and Hoseok stared at him.

“Your home is about two blocks away, I don't understand?”

“This isn't the right time period. I'm supposed to be alive 200 years from now, with Joonie.”

“What? But you're here, I don't understand?”

Yoongi stared up at Hoseok, his heart stained with fear and sadness.

“You're gonna die, Hoseokie. I'm going to turn into a statue, be dormant for 200 years and be awakened by my true soulmate...”

Hoseok took this in. He knew he was going to die, but now seeing Yoongi like this, knowing he wasn't in the real time, had pained him. He wanted to comfort the boy, but there was nothing he could do. He sighed, pulling the boy back into him, hugging him tightly.

“Just fall asleep, I promise it'll be alright.”

And Yoongi did just that, slowly but surely, he fell asleep.

He awoke again, but not from 200 years ago, and instead at the correct time period. A weird smell filled his nose, and he somewhat gagged. His eyes shot open, and he looked around at the bright, white, unknown room. At his side stood a stand with medicine and flowers, the other side with wires hooked up to him. He sat himself up, looking around.

Nobody was there, and he was alone. Where was he? Was this even the right time?

The door began to open, and in came Namjoon, new flowers in hand. His hair seemed messy, and he was definitely badly injured at his side. When he saw Yoongi awake, he smiled and walked over. He couldn't run, no, in fear of opening said injury. Yoongi smiled.

“Gone for almost a whole week. I can't believe Jimin tried to rid of you...”

“W-what?!”

“He injected the serum to turn you back to stone into you. Instead, you somehow fought back. Do you know where you went?”

“200... Hoseokie...” Yoongi broke out into more sobs. Namjoon set the flowers down, engulfing Yoongi into a hug. The boy cried and cried, and Namjoon comforted him, rubbing his hair and murmuring comforting words. Eventually, he stopped and stared up towards Namjoon.

“Where's he now?”

“House arrest. But trust me, I had a restraining order filed so there is no way he'll ever be touching you again.”

“What about you, Joonie?”

“I still have to clear things out with him before I do anything else. Don't worry, though,” Namjoon said. He took the vase of flowers and threw them away, putting in the new ones. Yoongi wanted to get up and hug him, show that he was strong.

“Joonie... are you okay?”

Namjoon looked towards him, smiling with a nod.

“If you mean the injury,” he lifted his shirt, showing the wrapped place, “I'll be fine. I was lucky I wasn't stabbed anywhere else. While you've been gone, I had to fire a few of my people and go over new rules.”

“Which are?”

“Those are for a later date. Anyways, you should rest, you'll need it.”

“But what if I don't wanna.”

“Yoongi, do it for me.”

“I don't wanna go back to those 200 years ago,” Yoongi said quietly, his eyes shimmering with fear. Namjoon sighed, pulling up a chair and sat next to him, taking his hand into his.

“Then I'll stay here with you. Now, sleep, Yoongi,” Namjoon murmured. Yoongi, a little skeptical, eventually succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep, Namjoon's hand holding his. Namjoon, too, fell asleep onto the bed, holding his beloveds hand.

In his other hand held a small box, containing a special ring for the boy. But that was to wait for another day.

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