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2013
They didn’t talk much about the future.
Not after the first week back in their own time. They had questions about the sudden departure, and a few of them complained about not getting answers to certain curiosities.
Jungkook gave them a simple, yet vague explanation on why they were suddenly sent back and after that they had given up on asking.
Even Namjoon and Jimin didn’t say much about what they had seen and heard during their last moments in the future. Not that they could make sense of most of it anyway.
A night or two after they had gotten back, Jimin had approached Jungkook and asked about it.
“You saw the future, didn’t you? Our future selves’ future?”
He was given a small nod.
“What did you see?”
Jungkook had seemed to contemplate it for a long moment before looking at him and smiling, his eyes squinting and his teeth peeking out cutely.
“It doesn’t matter. It won’t happen.”
After that they began to talk less and less about their trip into the future and the closer debut came the further the memories faded until they felt more like a distant dream.
There were night’s though, when they would all remember it clearly, vividly. Those were the nights they hurt the most from practice, when their patience was wearing thin, where the prospect of giving up felt like a tempting offer. Those were the night’s that Jungkook would have the worst nightmares and shortly after they would all find themselves piled on the floor in a mess of limbs with their maknae in the middle.
Those were the nights when Jimin wanted to ask again, what he saw.
But he didn’t. Because it didn’t matter.
The morning after, the memories would be further and more distant then ever before until one day they just forgot.
Until it was only remembered in feelings.
When they stood on their debut stage and felt they were looking at thousands instead of hundreds, when they thanked Army for the first time and it felt like speaking the name of an old friend, when writing a new song felt like being home.
When things got impossibly hard, but they pushed forward because they knew they could do it.
Jungkook remembered the longest. But he wasn’t scared for when the memories fully faded. He trusted himself.
And in the meantime, if he secretly noticed Jimin looking at him a little longer, or laughing with him a little harder, or playing with his hair a little bit more?
Well, it just gave him something to look forward too in the future.
And time to learn how to flirt.
2019
Their world tour was a huge success.
They couldn’t have asked for better and everywhere they went the fans showed so much love and support it was often overwhelming.
They never forgot.
They didn’t talk about it much, not more then they usually talked about their younger selves, but they all knew they would never forget.
They never saw Hope again. Though, Jungkook could have sworn he saw a woman who looked very much like the time traveller at one of their concerts.
He vowed that day to never make Army sad.
To do that he knew he had to take care of himself. He opened up to the members more, talked more about when things were bothering him and when he just needed time to himself he took it.
He had sought out Namjoon in his studio one day with the request to help him write a song for their newest album.
“I’ve already written some of the lyrics and done a rough track,” he had explained as he had brought it up on his computer. It wasn’t close to a finished copy yet but Namjoon was impressed with the work so far.
“Do you have a name for it?”
Jungkook smiled.
“My Time.”