If it makes you uncomfortable, there's like small heated make out scene here, choose to read with your own risk lol.
If not, read along~

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Yoongi didn't believe in fate. He never was the type to. Even after meeting Jimin again in Korea, working in the same exact company he was working at - he didn't think it was fate.

Rewinding a half an hour, Yoongi had been done with cleaning up a song for his future album release (that he still hasn't decided the date for). A sigh left his lips as he leaned back on his swivel chair.

Checking the clock, he decided it was the perfect time he could visit his sunshine.

A happy smile playing on his lips, he got up and walked out, locking the door as he went. Humming a happy tune, Yoongi didn't even wait for the elevator and headed for the stairs to go the floor down.

When he found Jimin's room, he didn't even wait for an answer before pushing the door open.

Immediately, music spilled out, the first sight he saw being Jimin dancing. Closing the door behind him, Yoongi walked towards the front side (the wall with the mirror) mesmerized by the strong and fluid moves Jimin was making.

Jimin only noticed Yoongi's presence when the latter entered his range of sight, weakly continuing the dance before completely stopping.

He walked up to the speaker and stopped the music, now approaching Yoongi.

"Are you allowed to be here now?" Jimin had asked, plopping himself right in front of where Yoongi was sitting.

"Yeah, I finished my work for today. What're you doing?"

"Dancing," Jimin gave the obvious answer.

Nudging the boy, Yoongi frowned. "Answer properly."

"Since the group doesn't need a choreography again, they're saying I can perform. I was getting prepared for that. Apparently the audience really liked my first performance."

Leaning back on the mirror wall, Yoongi hummed before grinning. "Dance for me. Something I haven't seen."

Jimin stood up and made his way to the speakers (with his phone), thinking for a bit. Then his face lights up in memory, "I know! This was my performance back when I was in college, it was like an exam or something. I remember the moves still." Not really paying attention to what Jimin was muttering, Yoongi just watched the boy in affection.

After a few seconds, a song started playing and Jimin was walking towards the middle of the room, shooting a – seductive? – wink at Yoongi.

Heart on the verge of exploding, Yoongi felt this tingly and warm feeling at the base of his stomach as he continued watching.

Gulping down the spit collected in his mouth, Yoongi resisted the urge to let his mind wander as he saw Jimin gyrating his  hips to the song. He didn't want a problem in his pants at work.

The way Jimin moved, Yoongi felt the air get a little too hot, and the occasional sultry eyes his way didn't make it any better. Even with such an overwhelming feeling, Yoongi couldn't help but find the atmosphere so familiar.

Before he could hold another thought, there was the certain way Jimin spun that sent his mind a little hazy but he swore he's seen the exact sight before.

It was when Jimin spun once more and did this move where he stretched his leg to move lower to the ground with complex arm movements that he recognized exactly where he'd seen it before.

Heart catching in his throat, creating a lump he couldn't yet swallow, Yoongi watched Jimin (with the back facing the elder now), mind calling out the next moves just before Jimin did them.

He didn't process it fully at first, not able to organize his thoughts. It's when Jimin hadn't done what he had back years ago that he blurts out, "No, you're supposed to move to the left with your hands... outstretched..." Yoongi said, making Jimin stop in confusion.

"How did you know? I'd forgotten that part..."

A little breathless, Yoongi finally collected his thoughts, putting the two together.

"Holy fucking shit," he had breathed, staring up at the standing Jimin, still looking at him in confusion.

"No way– there's no way– no fucking way."

Now concerned, Jimin crouched down in front of Yoongi, asking what was wrong.

Yoongi didn't answer, just kept mumbling that there was 'no way' this was real.

After a few seconds, he stopped and spoke calmly, still a little breathless. "Jimin."

"Hm?" Jimin's forehead is scrunched, concern over his features.

"W-were... Did you perform... at Hae–" he paused, taking a shaky breath, "Haedodi Hall?"

Eyes widening at the sudden question, Jimin responds only after a second of hesitation, "... yeah. How... how did you know?"

Yoongi didn't answer, he just got up to his feet, a little shaky, making Jimin stand up straight as well, still confused.

Without any explanation, Jimin is pulled into a searing kiss, back pushed against the mirror, Yoongi's hands in the silver hair.

Thrown off of his feet, Jimin couldn't help but melt into the kiss, responding back with equal fervor– his dance routine having him in the mood.

Just when his fantasies start running wild, Jimin felt Yoongi pull back, lips following Yoongi's as a whine sounded. When he realized that he actually stopped, Jimin leaned back, head gently against the mirror behind him.

Both have their cheeks flushed, breathing unsteady and lips a little red. "What was that about?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi replied in the oddest possible way. "Remember when you told me you believed in fate? And I said I didn't?"

Snorting, Jimin retorts. "Of course, I remember. I was being all cute to you and you had just turned me down."

Shaking his head, a small smile on his lips, Yoongi leans forward, letting their noses touch.

"I believe it, Jimin. I believe in fate. I can't believe that I'm actually saying this– but fuck–" he pauses, taking a deep breath with his eyes closed. When he opens them, he sees Jimin looking at him, a little surprised.

Then, the cute man giggles, eyes curving as he smiles. "What happened?"

Yoongi thinks of how to explain everything before he settles with just blurting out whatever he remembers.

"I was there."

"Hm?"

"I saw you dance," Yoongi continued after a moment. "I was there." He said again. "Second row, fourth seat from the right. Your performance was the fifth one, wearing tight black pants, loose white shirt. Your hair was golden at the time– shit, I couldn't remember your face back then but when I look back now, it's so clear."

Extremely taken aback at the information, Jimin's jaw is slacked. "You... saw me? Like... actually?"

Yoongi nods, letting out a long breath. He can't help but let his lips attach to Jimin's again.

After a full minute, they pull back, breathing unsteady.

"But, hyung," Jimin breathes, dazed. "That seems likely. You were in Daegu, too, then. It's quite surprising, but not that surprising. Well, it is really surprising but–" he babbles.

Chuckling, Yoongi drops his head on Jimin's shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "You want to know why it suddenly made me believe in fate?"

"Yeah! Exactly that."

"Well," Yoongi starts, remembering the moment all those years back.

He remembers how he was so mesmerized, so fascinated at Jimin. He couldn't get the 'man with the enticing dance' out of his head the whole night; and the rest of the week, too. He remembers going home, staring at the ceiling when in bed, and letting his fantasies run wild. He remembers the first tear he shed when he realized he's gay. He remembers how overwhelming it all was at first, crying his heart out– not just because of his realization, because of everything else, too. He remembers the 'enticing dance' making its way back to his head, leaving him hot throughout. He remembers pleasing himself for the first time in his life, then when he finished, crying again.

Instead of saying all that, he just settles with, "You're the one who made me realize I'm gay, Jimin."

The air falls silent.

It isn't until a few minutes later, Jimin actually processed that sentence in his head.

"Oh."

Yoongi laughs, "Yeah, oh."

He hears the steady breathing of Jimin right next to his ear.

"Well, fuck."

And, Yoongi can't help but laugh again, lifting his head up to look at Jimin, who was looking at him with his cheeks rosy pink and lips parted.

When Yoongi leans in, it isn't for a kiss. He lets his lips trade Jimin's ear, body flush against each other.

"You know," he whispers, feeling Jimin shiver. He smiles at the reaction before continuing. "That night, I imagined your body against mine like this."

Yoongi can see Jimin gulping before the latter speaks in a whisper as well. "Oh, yeah?"

Humming teasingly, Yoongi has his hand on Jimin's neck, pulling his head back to look at  his man.

Neither of them deny the pull of their lips together, kissing again. The kiss for how long, they don't know. But by the time they're done, both of their hair are messes, lips swollen, and hearts full, but still needy for more.

"Wait– does this room have CCTV?" Yoongi asks, panicked as he looks around.

"No, only the first floor has that," Jimin explains, laughing.

Yoongi lets out a breath of relief, smiling at Jimin with a warm look.

"Love you," he murmurs, arms around Jimin's shoulders, face buried in the softness of silver hair.

He feels a gentle squeeze around his waist from Jimin's arms. "Love you, too."

"... Jiminie?"

"Hm?"

"We're meant to be."

"Yeah," a delighted giggle, "We are."