Min Yoongi was in a new country with a language he couldn't understand and a father who's face seemed to shrivel up into a prune whenever he was around.
His first day at school had been horrible, but maybe a cute boy with red hair could make it all better.
“There’s a theory,” Namjoon starts, wipes under his nose and then laughs, kicks his legs so that he swings softly and the playground creaks. “There’s a theory about multiverses. About how they’re all running parallel and perpendicular and it’s not, it’s not linear. It’s like a grid, ya know? It’s like a grid and there’s points in time where everything happens the same but everything is different.”
“How so?” Jin asks.
Namjoon nods, wipes his nose again. “Like right now. If this were a point in the grid, right now there’s thousands and thousands of ways we’re sitting. We’re here now, but in another universe you love me back.”
The one where Namjoon is obsessed with multiverses and is in love with his best friend.
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13 Aug 2018