moon rise, it's your time

Namjoon's palm rests steady on his bad shoulder, eases the blow. “Kim Seokjin passed away forty-five years ago. Again, I'm so, so sorry.” Yoongi cries even harder now. Hard enough that his knees give out and he lands on the ground in front of Namjoon— Kim Namjoon, his lover's descendant, fucking great-great-grandson. Some kid that barely looks like him, that doesn't share a single quality with him except maybe, maybe something in his big, round lips. And how annoying that he's right, that Seokjin would lose his mind over this, get such a kick out of it. Want to tell the world about 'Min Yoongi, time-traveler accidental and extraordinaire!' (Yoongi left earth 110 years ago. For him, it's only been 5 months.)