Yoongi has arrived and Jimin finds something about his past.

***

Taehyung twisted and turned in his bed, groaning when the ringing won't stop. His hands patted toward the direction of the sound absent-mindedly and found the phone from underneath his blanket from where he dropped it last night.

He blindly swiped his thumb across the screen and lifted the device to his ears. "Yeah."

"Taehyungie...canyoupickyoongihyung—"

"Huh?" Tae blinked his eyes open as his best friend's voice pulled him out of his sleep-filled trance. He pressed the heel of his palm to his eyes. "Say that again."

"I said I need a favor. Can you pick Yoongi hyung from the airport?"

"Yoongi hyung?"

"He's Hobi hyung's friend from the US," Jimin said. "Hobi hyung was supposed to pick him, but something came up. So he called me. I'm helping noonas with something and can't go now. Jungkookie is working on his game."

"Oh." Tae sat up, stretching his neck to the side until he heard a satisfying crack. "What time is the flight?" He looked over at the time realizing he slept longer than he intended. It was close to noon.

"His flight should arrive in thirty minutes."

"Okay." He kicked the bedsheet off and climbed out of the bed, ruffling his hair. "Send me the details."

"I know I can count on you. Love you."

"Love you too, Minnie."

Fifteen minutes later, he hit the road fingers gracefully drumming on the steering wheel as his favorite singer crooned on the radio. Though he wasn't a big fan of mornings, there was always something different about the weekends where he doesn't have to work. Perhaps, it was the peace of mind that came with the day off. He didn't have to hurry his ass off to chase one meeting after the other, didn't have to deal with the associates or the other problems that came with his work.

After the two overwhelming years they spend working their asses off even on weekends, Jungkook had put his foot down to take a break on weekends. Taehyung appreciated the much-needed change. Initially, it was okay because they were both looking for ways to distract from the pain of losing a friend and boyfriend. But everything had a breaking point and they reached their limit.

It still amazed Taehyung how they were even able to keep up with the shitty schedule then. If someone asked him to work like that now, he'd definitely ask them to shove their idea to where the sun doesn't shine. Lost in thoughts, he reached the airport. Parking in the designated parking space, he got out of the car and grabbed his phone from the dashboard.

There was a text from Jimin already sitting in his inbox. Tae locked the car at the same time as he unlocked his phone to read the text.

Minnie:

Min Yoongi arriving at 12:30 pm

Tae stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the photo—dark brown eyes, cute nose, flawless, smooth skin... His phone rang breaking his stupor.

"I'm here."

"Ok. Just go to the arrivals. He will find you."

"He knows me?"

Jimin chuckled. "I sent him your photo. You're not that hard to find TaeTae."

"Hmm...Minnie..." he trailed off. "You never told me about him before."

"Is my TaeTae whining? Wow...that's a first."

"Minnie..."

His best friend giggled, his airy laughter drifted to his ears spreading the familiar warmth in his chest. Oh, how much he missed having his Jiminie like this.

"Hobi hyung went to college with him. I met him a couple of times. He's...um...mostly silent. Ah, it's hard to explain. You'll know when you meet him. But he's a cool hyung, very talented if you know what I mean."

Taehyung hummed as he careened his way through the crowd. "So, what does he do?"

"Does the name Suga ring a bell to you?"

Tae halted for the second time that day, completely taken off guard. "Suga? The Asian music producer who's taking over the western music...that Suga?"

"The one and only," Jimin supplied.

"Fuck Minnie. I'm a hardcore fan of his music. If I don't make it out alive, I blame you." Suga as everyone called him was a very private person. He rarely showed his face to the public. But he was a genius. Taehyung first stumbled into his music a few years ago in a club while he was in the US. He became a fan ever since. Even as he spoke, he couldn't contain his excitement. He felt giddy

His friend laughed again. "Before I forget, the reason I called is...um...can you take him to my apartment? Usually, he stays in Hobi hyung's place, but he's got some interior work going on now that he's moving in for the long term. And hyung's mansion is far from the city."

"You got only one bedroom, Minnie. Hobi hyung is already staying with you." He reached the arrivals, his gaze doing a quick sweep. The guy wasn't here yet.

"Yeah, about that. Once you drop him at my place, can you order food and wait for me? I thought I'll crash in with you for the time being."

He rolled his eyes. "Do you even have to ask?"

"No. I'm not asking."

"Okay. I—" Taehyung whipped around locking his gaze with sharp brown eyes.

"Kim Taehyung?" the man standing a few inches shorter than him, asked. The mask covering his face muffled his voice.

"Yeah?"

"Min Yoongi," he said, his eyes narrowing behind his transparent black-rimmed glasses. One pale hand rose to slide his mask down to his chin.

"Oh, right..." Taehyung blinked. Min Yoongi looked even more ethereal up close in person. His features were sharp, yet soft, black hair falling over his eyes. "I'm Jimin's friend." He extended a hand. "Nice to meet you."

His hand was soft, warm and he caught Tae's hand in a firm grip, shaking once. He casually shook his head, getting the hair out of his eyes. "Likewise." His voice was a deep drawl that made Tae's heart flutter. Taehyung didn't know what was different about the male. It was the way the man carried himself with an aura of confidence and nonchalance.

"Tae? Are you there?"

"Huh?" Tae had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. "I got him. I'll call you later." He disconnected the call without waiting for Jimin's response and pocketed the phone just as he reached forward to help with Yoongi's luggage. The male opened his mouth to protest but Tae already had his suitcase. "Let's go."

The walk to the car was silent and even once settled in the car, Yoongi hadn't said a word. He rolled the window down and stared outside, occasionally closing his eyes as the wind rustled his hair.

Taehyung slanted a glance at Yoongi occasionally. He opened and closed his mouth, suddenly feeling at a loss of words. Something that never happened before. Talking and mingling with the others came naturally to him, unlike Jungkook who took time to warm up to someone new.

However, now Taehyung didn't know how to start a conversation. He nibbled at his lower lip as he tried hard to come up with something they could talk and failing miserably.

I need Minnie.

***

Jimin pocketed his phone with a huge smile on his face. That was certainly unexpected yet a pleasant surprise. He'd never heard Tae getting so flustered in meeting a new person. Jungkook was working on the game again so he decided to hang out with the girls for the day.

They hit the Namdaemun market after eating brunch in one of the local restaurants that offered the best food. It was their favorite place for shopping. The trio surrounded a clothing vendor too busy shuffling through the items they had to offer. He was about to make his way to them when he felt a slight tap on his shoulders.

He turned casually to see an elderly man, probably in his late sixties smiling at him. "Park Jimin?"

A frown replaced Jimin's smile. "Do I know you?"

"You're a Park Jimin, right?" The man blinked a few times, now frowning. "Your hair looks different now. But you look just like him." His short grey hair was parted to the side, combed neatly to keep the strands in place.

"I'm Park Jimin," he confirmed. "I'm sorry but I don't remember you."

"I'm Jo Myung-yong. I own that small jewelry shop over there," the man said, pointing at the shop that sat nestled among the other shops.

Jimin bit his lips. "I...I'm sorry. I..."

"You visited my store six years ago," Myung-yong intervened. "You paid me to make a customized ring for yourself and your friend."

"Friend?" Jimin's heart was racing by now.

The man nodded. "Jeon Jungkook. Isn't that your friend's name?" He looked around then lowered his voice. "I mean boyfriend."

Jimin gasped. "How? I..."

"Can you step into my shop for a moment?"

Jimin nodded and quickly followed the man. He looked around the small shop that had simple silver jewelry in the display but nothing familiar. The man began to rummage through his drawer and Jimin stood seemingly lost in his thoughts. When did he come here? Namdaemun market wasn't new to him. He came here all the time with the girls, but usually, they were in the other part. Even a few times he came here, he never noticed the small shop before.

"I've been waiting to give you these rings for years," the man said, his face breaking into a grin as he pulled a small box from among the other things that crowded his little drawer. "You were supposed to pick this up a long time ago, but you never came back."

Jimin dropped his bags and took the box with shaky hands, his heart racing. What ring?

"I saw you standing there talking into your phone. You looked so familiar, but I wasn't sure at first," the man continued.

"I never came?"

The man shook his head. "I remember clearly because it was an urgent order. You said it was your boyfriend's birthday and you wanted to surprise him. That night I stayed late because you called me to tell me that you were running late from work and will stop by to collect the ring."

Jimin's knees trembled and he had to grab the table to keep him straight. His breathing grew ragged as tears stung his eyes. "I...I was in an accident," his voice was too low, barely audible. It was more like he was saying that to himself.

"Oh." The man stiffened, a look of pity crossing his features. "I'm sorry to hear that." He looked down but when he lifted his gaze he was smiling again. "I'm glad I found you. You paid me in advance. I kept it all these years hoping you'll come someday. Go on, open it," he said with the same smile.

Jimin's palm grew sweaty and his fingers slipped when he tried to open the box. Why would he order a ring? Wasn't he cheating on Jungkook?

The box finally opened after a few tries and Jimin felt like someone punched his gut. He took the rings, his fingers trembling as his knees gave out. He slid to the floor, tracing the silver bands that had their names engraved in intricate letters. The inner side of the rings was words, two souls in Jungkook's ring, and one heart in Jimin's.

A sudden pain shot through his skull and he gasped for breath.

"Jimin?"

A familiar sound called out, a pair of soft hands enveloping him before his world went dark.

Until we meet again...💜💜💜