A/n: *sighs* I feel dead. Really. (warning: personal rant coming up) Today my aunt felt that me and my sis were getting too unhealthy and despite trying to convince her that I go running on a daily basis and also attempting to plead my way out of it by telling her we have work, both of us cousins were stuck having to go outside and do some exercise. I would have been fine, of course, but aunt said that it would be nice if we ran and that is how we ended up doing 50 laps around the basketball court. 

*deep sigh* I have no energy to write, hell I don't even have enough energy to breathe. But I WANT to write because this idea will never leave me alone and then it'll disappear and I'll regret my life choices forever. Oh well, end of rant~ To those who came this far, do tell me in the comments whether you also had to do excessive hard work at some point ^~^

Summary: Short snippets of multiple universes where Taehyung sees Yoongi for the first time and feels an immediate spark. 

I.

The first time he saw him was when he was actually searching for his short friend - Jimin - but his eyes betrayed him and landed on the cute lifegaurd instead. To say Taehyung was stunned would be an understatement. He was stuck in the middle of the sea, unable to move his limbs even as a huge wave towered over him and flooded on his body. He was a good swimmer, of course, and it wasn't even so deep that he couldn't stand upright. But the vision of the other boy sitting there under the shade of the lookout tower, his milky skin threatening to get burnt in the terrible sun, had his mind reeling with thoughts of how it would feel like to touch him, to be touched by him. He was losing conciousness but he didn't mind if that meant he could dream about the pale male more freely. It wasn't until he felt the tug of strong arms around his body that he realised he was actually drowning. A pair of arms lifted his form above water and swam the both of them to the safety of the beach. Taehyung was mildly aware of the CPR he was receiving but his lungs refused to breath and he was panicking in his head when he felt his chin tilted upwards and soft lips pressing onto his. His eyes flew open when he realised it was the lifegaurd blowing air into his body and involuntarily his body jerked and he coughed up water. The other boy just sat beside him and rubbed his back. Taehyung didn't say anything, just looked at the dark-haired man again and slowly, very slowly, inched his face closer. "I don't think all the water's out yet," he whispers, teasing, testing. He feels the other boy smirk and let out a "well, that's not good for you, is it?" before the lips were on his again.

It is ironical, Taehyung thinks, being saved by the person who was the reason he drowned. But it is even more ironic to be drowned again in the same thing that saved him. 

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II.

The world where he lived was a cruel place. Killing was child's play and murder was every six-year old's forte. Thriving in such a world were criminals and heartless monsters in the shape of human brings. Barely surviving in such a hell were a handful of people who wanted to turn this rotten world into something that they read about in books from long ago. Books that talked about freedom and democracy and a world where the greatest of the problems was not the fact that half the continent was ruled by a serial killer. Taehyung sighed, selection day was here. Ever since he was a kid, he had been learning to become an assassin despite being in the sheltered warmth of his mother's protests. He wanted to change the world for the better and as he grew older, he was more than willing to let his dad retire and take his place in the only organisation that provided righteous judgement in the present world. He looked at the double doors that would lead him to the hall where his partner would be decided. That's how the system in the organisation worked. Everyone would be a pair. It was done for many reasons, and even though he knew the validity behind such an arrangement, he wondered if he would be able to handle a brat and work beside him. Taehyung pushed open the doors and was greeted with a judging panel and a lone boy. He looked at the other's back and wanted to go into a fit of frustration. The body looked weak and and the height was below acceptance criteria. The skin was, what he could see at least, was pale and smooth, something that was acheived only by doing no physical fighting and staying indoors. He was going to growl when the boy slowly turned around and Taehyung's anger transformed into sheer surprise and unfathomed pleasure. The boy was beautiful, his pretty eyes and midnight black hair a perfect, complimenting contrast to his