“W-Who are you?”
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he stares at the young boy standing in front of him. Something about the boy brings on a wave of familiarity, as if Yoongi’s met him before, and it’s unnerving really. Why did this boy’s skin tone match Taehyung’s so much? Why did this boy’s eyes remind him so much of his own small sharp catlike brown orbs? Why did this boy have the exact same mole on his top lip that Taehyung had?
Everything about the younger scared Yoongi, though he had no idea why.
“I’m your son.” The boy speaks firmly but with a slight lisp mixed in his Daegu accent, so like Yoongi, the elder gasps. “You won’t believe me but I need you to.”
“My name is Min Sanghyuk, I’m twelve years old and I’m from the future.”
The boy was right, Yoongi doesn’t believe him. The elder actually tosses his head back as his body shakes with laughter.
“Okay, sure kid.” Yoongi wipes a stray tear from his eye as he catches his breath. “Your joke was funny, now go run along now before your parents kick your ass for being outside so late.”
Sanghyuk’s eyes hardened into a glare. The boy moves quickly, pulling something from under his shirt and another gasp is pulled from Yoongi’s mouth when he sees what it is.
“W-Where did you get that….”
The necklace is dull in color, a soft brown nothing like the bright gold it is when Yoongi gifts it to Taehyung on their wedding night, but the elder sure it’s the same necklace. After all, how many necklaces were out there handcrafted into the shape of a heart twirled into an infinity symbol? How many other necklaces had that exact design made out of black diamonds with the day Yoongi and Taehyung met engraved onto it? Yoongi was sure the necklace the boy had wrapped around his neck was the exact same necklace he’d gone to nearly fifty stores to find and it scared him when he realized there was no way the boy could have gotten another just like it.
“You gave it to me.” The boy’s eyes shine wet with unshed tears. “Two weeks after you and papa Taehyung divorced.”
Yoongi’s blood runs cold. Sanghyuk’s hand curls into a fist.
“It was during his funeral, you gave me this necklace and told me it was the only place papa would want it to go to.”
Yoongi remembers the day he married Taehyung, the day he gave Taehyung that same necklace this boy, his son, wears around his neck. It had been cheesy but Taehyung loved it, the younger loved the way Yoongi had gently tapped on his glass with a spoon to get everyone’s attention before standing up to pull the younger onto the dance floor for their first dance. They’d twirled together and messily stepped on each other’s feet while they laughed and were so in love. Yoongi had picked the end of their dance as the moment he pulled the necklace out with shaky hands.
“Min Taehyung, this necklace is a promise that our love is forever.”
Taehyung had teared up as Yoongi gently placed the necklace on him and when he spoke it’d been so quiet only Yoongi could hear it.
“Min yoongi, I promise the day I take it off will be the day my love for you ends.”
Yoongi wants to vomit as he finally understands what the boy said.
“He died in an accident, he’d gotten into a car crash driving to your home to get back this necklace after you ripped it from his neck during a fight.”
Finally, Yoongi breaks down. For the first time since Sanghyuk had stopped him on the street, the elder breaks down so hard he feels as if the world is ending.
“It’s why I’m here,” Sanghyuk speaks firmer than before and Yoongi stares at his son. “I’m here to stop us from losing the most important person in our lives.”