Time's up // yoonmin

Give me your hand

the sound of shattering porcelain dishware disturbs the peaceful atmosphere in the café, and a sudden burning sensation erupts in yoongi's right hand.

"oh my gosh! i'm so sorry!"

yoongi ignores the high-pitched voice of the café server and frantically wipes the hot liquid off of his laptop. he clicks the trackpad once, twice, and the cursor doesn't move. the display on screen doesn't change.

"no, no, no, please—" the laptop suddenly shuts off, "fuck!"

yoongi sinks into his chair and closes his eyes to prevent the tears from escaping. the paper that he's been working on for a week disappears just like that. gone in a matter of seconds. his eight page literature paper that's due tomorrow! eight page! tomorrow! that dumb server and his clumsy ass must be a devil spawn brought to ruin yoongi and his actual chance of passing the class.

"hey, i-i'm really sorry.." there's that high-pitched voice again. yoongi whips his head to the side, glaring at the other man. god, does he even know how annoying his voice sounds? yoongi's fuming. he's tired, sleep deprived and he's fuming.

"sorry doesn't fix anything!" he grits his teeth. as much as he wants to explode, he keeps his voice low, aware that some customers are already looking their way. unnecessary attention is what yoongi dislikes the most.

"i know, i just—" the server sighs, he looks like he's about to cry too, "can you give me your hand? i spilled some coffee on your hand and i just want to make sure you don't get any burns.."

before yoongi can protest, the server takes his hand and gently dabs a wet cloth on the reddened skin. yoongi hisses in pain and the server, jimin—his nametag read— mutters another apology.

jimin is handsome, yoongi thinks as he watch the server tend to his burned hand. jimin's hair is dyed in a shocking orange, which is an ugly color to yoongi, yet jimin managed to look good with it. he has a cherubic face, rosy cheeks and plump lips; his natural beauty left yoongi a little breathless, but of course, he's not going to admit that. not when jimin practically sabotaged his paper.

jimin meets his gaze and yoongi quickly looks away, embarrassed that he's caught staring. he looks at everything and anything but the beautiful man in front of him. when yoongi directs his eyes to his forearm, he pulls back abruptly.

the timer on his wrist has stopped working.

"mama, why are there numbers on my wrist?" five year old yoongi asked his mother as they head home from daycare one day.

"my teachers and my friends have them too. you and papa, too!"

the woman chuckled at her son's amusement, "everyone's born with a timer on their wrists. you see, yoongi-yah, it's very special. when the timer stops, it means you have found your soulmate."

yoongi tilts his head to the side, "what's a soulmate, mama?"

"a soulmate is someone that you will spend your whole life with, yoongi-yah. you will love each other and care for each other, just like mama and papa."

"wow," yoongi broke out into a wide grin, "i want to meet my soulmate, mama!"

the woman caressed her son's cheek, "you will, son, someday."

yoongi grabs jimin's right arm and stares at the frozen numbers on his wrist. Both of their timers aren't counting anymore which only means..

"y-you.." yoongi breathes out, his heart racing.

jimin opens his mouth to speak, but no words comes out. his brown eyes are wide with surprise, then softens into relief and admiration. he feels a sudden yearning for his new found soulmate. there's too many emotions swirling inside him and yoongi mirrors his expression.

"it took me 21 years, 6 months, 13 hours and 9 seconds to meet you, and you do it by spilling coffee on me?!" yoongi exclaims, but there's no anger in his voice. in fact, he's smiling, showing off his signature gummy smile that has everyone swooning over him.

jimin giggles, and oh, it's the most beautiful sound yoongi's ever heard, and he would love to hear it for the rest of his life, and gladly be the cause of it. 

"i have an entire lifetime to make it up to you, soulmate," jimin smiles. he has a beautiful smile too, and yoongi wants it all for himself.

"it's yoongi hyung for you, and you should start tonight. come to my place and bring your laptop. you better help me re-do my paper."

"yoongi hyung," jimin repeats, the name rolls off his tongue like honey, and yoongi feels something flutter in his chest, "my shift ends in an hour..." jimin trails off and bites his lip. damn, can he not look cute and sexy? he's going to be the death of yoongi.

"hyung will wait for you."

jimin beams at him, "really?"

yoongi nods, eyes soft and affectionate, "always."

it's not the most romantic way of meeting your soulmate. not like the love stories he heard from his friends, or those asian dramas he binge watch on his free days. 

but hey, yoongi isn't complaining, and like jimin said, they have an entire lifetime to make up for it.

(the two males spends the rest of the day doing the paper, and also cuddling and stealing kisses from each other. yoongi eventually falls asleep and jimin finishes the paper for him. good thing he'd taken the same literature class before. yoongi swears that jimin is an actual angel.)

(yoongi also finds out that the reason his cute server spilled coffee on him is because jimin has been crushing on him for so long, that he got so nervous and tripped over his own foot.)

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A/N: i took this down (for personal reasons) but now its back! with a few edits here and there i hope you enjoyed reading! x