#can you see kim’s eyes soften? bro i melted

[slurmpinheimer]

And that is the story of how Harry learned he cannot *Out-Kim* The One and Only Kim Kitsuragi

[redgrapetae]

since you write for pairings i wondered if you could do a yoonmin soulmate au? thank you!

thank you for requesting!! hope you like it!

Title: I Just Want To See The Light ( & I Do When I’m With You)

No. of words: 2k+

SoulmateAU where when you first meet your soulmate, you can see colours +their first words will be imprinted on your skin. but like, an editedversion of it (will explain in story).

Jimin’ssalty.

He’slike saltier than McDonald’s french fries, and saltier than Jungkookwhen he loses in a game.

Allhis friends around him had already met their soulmate, and wereforever going on about the beauty of colours. Jimin was happy forthem, of course he was, they were, after all, his friends. But healso couldn’t deny he was just a teeny bit jealous. And curious.Well, really curious actually.

Mostof his friends had met their soulmates slightly before or right atthe age of 17, but here Jimin was, at 19, with still nothing.Or, the correct word would be, nobody. Taehyung, one of hisclosest friends, had recently met Jungkook (his soulmate). Andalthough Taehyung did meet Jungkook at 19 (Jimin’s age), itwas understandable since Jungkook had just hit 17 when they met.

Itwas like a thing, where when you reach a certain age, you justseem to gravitate more towards where your soulmate would be, and youjust find them.

Like…like magic.

ButJimin was sure his soulmate was older. He could feel it. Itwas another one of those soulmate things, and the fact that hissoulmate was most possibly older, meant that it wasn’t quiteunderstandable that Jimin hadn’t met him yet. He knew of some caseswhere people never met their soulmates at all, and Jimin would neverwant that to happen to him. He was too much of a romantic, after all.

Itwas a strange concept, the whole soulmate thing. You could know theperson your whole life, but would never know whether he or she isyour soulmate until you reach 17. You don’t just see colourswhen you meet your soulmate. It’s when they speak their first words,and just as those words ink themselves onto your skin, you start tosee colour.

Ifyour soulmate was older than you, and you haven’t reached The Ageyet, your first words to them would appear on their skin, and they’dbe able to see colours. But for you, their first words won’t appearuntil you turn 17, and only then will everything come to light.Literally. This very much happened in Jungkook’s and Taehyung’s case.

“C'monJimin!” Taehyung passes him a grin as he pulls out what he calls a‘red’ tshirt. Jimin wouldn’t know, all he saw was black and white.“It’ll be fine! It’s like… being a late bloomer, ya know?”. AsTaehyung slides the shirt smoothly off the hanger, Jimin’s eyesinstinctively snaps to the small black words written across his paleskin. It said ’You’rean idiot, but I love you, Kim Taehyung,’.It was possibly one of the things Jimin would have neverexpectedto come out of Jungkook’s mouth. (That kid was hard as rock butseemed to turn into jelly with Taehyung.)

SinceTaehyung and Jungkook had been best friends before either of themturned 17, they were already affectionate to each other, hence,Taehyung’s tattoo. Jimin hoped to have something as sweet as that onhis wrist… hethinks.

“Lasttime I recalled, being a late bloomer isn’t exactly a good thing,”Jimin sniffles bitterly, pulling on the red shirt before reaching fora pair of pants. “Don’t. Take that,” Taehyung warned, “That’sorange.It clashes horribly with red,”.

Jiminretracts his hand quickly, before making a face. “Thanks,” Hemutters before taking the 'black’ – Taehyung said – pants fromhis best friend. “By the way, I’m going over to Jungkook’s laterfor a party. Wanna come?”.

Shruggingon a leather jacket, Jimin ruffles his hair. “Nah, I’ve got a shiftas pizza delivery boy later,”. Taehyung gives a simple nod, beforeholding out his fist. Jimin grins when he sees it, then bumps his ownagainst the blonde’s. Theypull away, mimicking an explosion with their fingers.

“Nice,”Taehyung chuckles, finger– gunningJimin as he does so. “See you later, amigo,”He shuts the door behind him and Jimin gives a dismissive wave.

Hechecks the watch on his wrist. 3:00. He had a few hours before work,might as well hang out with Hoseok. Fishing his phone out of hispocket, Jimin dials the number.

–

Jiminmet up with Hoseok at the nearby coffee shop. It was going finereally, Hoseok was still as bright as the sun as he rambled on aboutthe new gig he had (he was a performer, dancer to be exact) whileJimin listened. Jimin was always known for being a good listeneranyways. Sometimes he thinks that’s why all his friends stuck around.

Butthen there’s the familiar chime of the bells hanging on the doorhandles and Jimin turns to look. Which is ridiculous becausenormally, he wouldn’t have cared. But it was on instinct, like howyou automatically turn to look at someone who just walked in late toclass. Not that you were judging, but their movement was sudden, andit attracted you.

Exceptthis wasn’t sudden. It was normal. And yet, Jimin turned to look. Hefound himself enraptured as a black (well of course) haired walkedthrough those doors, hands shoved deep inside his matching blackskinny jeans. The guy seemed to have a permernant pout stuck on hisface but for some reason, Jimin found it cute.

Hiseyes ran up and down the guy shamelessly, and he found his heartbeatstart to pick up. But… why? Could it be…

“Jimin!”Hoseok snapped his fingers in front of Jimin’s face, and the youngerjolts in his seat. He looks up to see Hoseok’s eyebrows knittedtightly together in concern as he stares Jimin straight in the eyes.“Are you okay? You were really spaced out there,”.

Jiminlets out an incoherent 'yeah, i’m good,’ before pushing his chairback and standing up. “Look, I gotta go for awhile,” Jimin barelyspares a glance at Hoseok as he says this. It’s like he had tobe near that guy. Something in his gut was telling him that,screaming at him to 'move closer’.

Tappingon the man’s shoulder, Jimin was about to part his lips to speak whenthe man turned around abruptly, several cups of coffee in hand.Unfortunately, Jimin was standing a little too close, and thecups knocked onto his chest before promptly spilling down onto thefloor and staining both their shirts.

Jimin’seyes widened at the sight (and he was glad that the coffee waslukewarm instead of scorching hot) and he felt himself turn red. Theman’s eyes pierced straight to his, and Jimin’s breath hitched. Hecouldn’t even speak, not with that gaze on him. He wanted toapologize, wanted to buy the man another drink, but he couldn’t. Hewas frozen to his spot.

Theman’s eyes softened for just a second as he looked at Jimin, buthardened soon enough. He didn’t even talk. Not even to tell Jiminoff. Instead, a low growl tumbled past his lips and he shoved pastthe younger with a dirty look.

It’sonly when Jimin hears the 'tink!’ of the bells start to fade does hemove. The cashier is staring at him, and not in a nice way. Hegives a smile that he hopes is apologetic before bending down tocollect the fallen cups. Hoseok is beside him in record time, helpingJimin and passing him multiple tissues before the cleaner comes andshooes the both of them away.

“Whatwas that?” Hoseok exclaims as Jimin washes his hands in the sink.The smell of coffee is strong, and everywhere. “I don’t know,”Jimin swallows. All he can remember is sharp orbs as they staredright into his.

–

“You!”Jimin screeches into the phone, and one of his co workers halts togive him a look. He sends her a charming smile, and she blinks,almost confused before walking away. It works everytime. “That’snot how you speak to a customer,” The voice on the other line says.

“You’reno customer,” Jimin sniffles. He looks left and right, making surehis manager was nowhere near before continuing, “Fine. Whaddyawant?”.

“Theones we usually buy, but like 5 boxes of those. All large,”Taehyung replies. Jimin doesn’t have to jot it down to remember.“Yeah? For the party?”. “That’s right,” Jimin can almost seeTaehyung nodding on the other end, “By the way, there’s thiscute rapper here to perform for it. I think you might like him, likeas a friend or whatever,”.

Jiminthinks back of the man he saw at the coffee shop. Definitely lookedlike a rapper now that he thought about it. He shook his head, no,too vague.

“Pizzasare on the way,” Jimin says, ignoring Taehyung’s earlier statement.

“Thanksbro,” Taehyung hangs up the call. Jimin quickly relays the messageto the kitchen, before going about answering more calls. It’s whenthe multiple pizza orders have been made does Jimin put on hishelmet, and climb onto his motorcycle. Well… more like the shop’sone, so that he could make the deliveries.

Hedecides to go to Taehyung’s first. Anyways, Taehyung was their firstorder. Jimin gets there quickly, loving the feeling of wind againsthis skin and the thrill of exhilaration as he zooms and maneuveringbetween crowds. He reaches there in about ten minutes. Taking off hishelmet, Jimin ruffles his hair before running fingers through it inan attempt to try and tame it.

Heknocks twice. Something in his heart sinks when he hears whoops ofjoy and music blasting from behind that door, and he wishes he couldhave spent some time with his best friend too. Jimin doesn’t get longto lament when the front door clicks open, and the first thing Jiminsees is a tuft of hair.

Very,familiar hairstyleactually.

Itwas the same guy from the coffee shop. Instantly, Jimin can feel awarm blush spread across his cheeks.

“Areyou the pizza guy?” He asks, eyebrows arches, eyes flashing as herecognizes Jimin’s face.

Ina fluster and slight captivation, Jimin blurts, “I’m yourpizza guy,”.

Asthe last words leave his lips, Jimin feels a sudden sting on hiswrist and his head spins as colour seems to slowly sink and melt intohis world. The only thing he can seem to see is the man in front ofhim. The man’s eyes widened too, and he’s blinking rapidly at Jimin.“Oh god,” Jimin hears himself stutter, “You’re mysoulmate?”.

Ittakes a while for the man to reply, but before he does, he snatchesthe boxes out of Jimin’s hands and places them on a table somewherein the house. He rushes back to Jimin right after. “You?” Theman’s lips are softly parted, “The guy who spilled coffee all overme this morning?”.

Jimin’sface flares. “Th – that’s me,”. He could feel his heartpounding hard and fast in his chest as he gazed at the man in frontof him. Black hair and beautiful dark brown eyes. Pale skin and pink,pretty lips. Like sure, theother colours around him were vibrant and so alive andyet Jimin could only focus on his soulmate. Oh god, Jiminfelt the sudden urge to kiss him.“I never got the chance tosay sorry,” Jimin clears his throat, before passing a small smile.

“It’sfine,” The man says, “I’m Min Yoongi,”. He holds out his hand,and Jimin takes in a staggering breath. “Park Jimin,” He takeshis hand. Something like an electric tingle travels up his hand, andJimin can’t seem to let go. Instead, he interlaces his fingers withYoongi. “Nice name,” Yoongi takes this in his stride, and whenJimin looks closely, there’s a soft tinge of pink on Yoongi’s cheeks.Cute.

“I– ah,” Damn, why did he make Jimin so breathless?He wasn’t even doing anything except standing there, “I have work,”He swallows.

“Ican see that,” Yoongi murmurs. Beautiful,is the one word that runs through and through Jimin’s head, and hedoesn’t know if it’s because he can see colours now or whether it wasbecause of the man standing in front of him. “I’ll see you?”Jimin asks, unsure, hesitant…

That’swhen Yoongi breaks out in a smile, and Jimin’s heart almost beatsit’s way out of his chest. He’d give anything to see that smileagain. Yoongi after all, did seem like the type who rarely smiled.“Not staying?” Yoongi’s voice is whisper – like, eyes coy.Jimin has work, he knows this, but he also knows they make exceptionswhen you first meet your soulmate.

“Ah,fuck it,” Jimin finds himself grinning, and then Yoongi pulls himforward with surprising strength. “C'mon then,” Yoongi’s handleaves his, but Jimin quickly catches it. There’s this thing aboutyour soulmate, where you feel like you have this strong,undescribable bond between each other even though you may have nevermet. Words couldn’t describe such an emotion.

“Myperformance is up soon. I’ll be uh, rapping.” Yoongi’s eyes dart tothe stage.  By the way, there’s this cute rapper here toperform for it. I think you might like him. “Ohyeah, sure,” Jimin nods.

Yoongigives him a smile again, but this time, a more gentle one, andJimin’s heart flutters at the softness of it all.

He’dhave to deal with his boss’s scolding later, right now… well, Jiminwouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Except here. With… MinYoongi.

–

Yoongistill sometimes blames Jimin for their cheesy but matching wristtattoos, like two halves of a heart only whole when put together, butJimin isn’t complaining. He knows Yoongi sort of, kind of likes ittoo.

[mingyaus]

Words: 2k 

Genre: Crack and friendship fluff

Characters: Mainly Jimin and Taehyung, but ot 7

Summary: Camping in the PNW for Tae’s b-day. 

Deeper, deeper, the wound just gets deeper

No one meant for this to happen. It was an honest mistake.

Taehyung knows that that, but Jimin just can’t accept Tae’s forgiveness and continues whining about his guilt as Taehyung sits on a log slightly annoyed 40% because of Jimin’s unending sobs and 60% because an unusually sharp branch has been lodged into his forearm. They got it out, but now the wound is bleeding. Jimin tripped and fell on top of Taehyung who fell and used his arm to soften the landing on the oddly sharp branch.

The younger boy groans as he tries to avoid looking at the blood flowing down his arm, instead he turns his focus to Jimin who is kneeling on the ground in front of Tae with his head quite literally in the dirt. Jimin continues to sob and shake and bow and after ten more minutes Tae has had enough.

“Get up and help me!” Tae growled, allowing his annoyance to overcome him. Jimin quickly scrambled to his feet and begins to take off his shirt. “WhaT ARE YOU DOING? JIMIN! THIS ISN’T ONE OF THOSE OVERLY FAN-SERVICEY DANCE PERFORMANCES I KNOW YOU DO ON CAMPUS SOMETIMES, THIS IS MY ARM. IT’S GUSHING OUT BLOOD. DO SOMETHING OR FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN ACTUALLY HELP ME.”

“A-ah! I’m sorry. I thought I could use my shirt as a tourniquet! Uh, but it might actually be more helpful if I find someone because I’m not an actual doctor and I can’t help and--ah gosh diddly darn I feel so bad and I want to help and, hm, maybe I should become a doctor?” As Jimin continues to ramble, and he moves his fingers away from the hem of his henley long-sleeve and sets his hand against his smooth chin then taps a finger on his lips. “Oh speaking of doctors, you know Jin our friend the doctor? I think he’s staying at the campsite right next to ours, oop–“

“THEN GET HIM!” Taehyung nearly screams. The pain is becoming unbearable. It’s like nails on a chalkboard, if the nails had been torn off whatever demon was scratching the board and the nails were lodged nearly an inch into Tae’s arm as the nail-less demon grabs the chalkboard off the wall and continually hits Tae’s arm with it. All that pain bundled into one.

Jimin, with his hand on his lips and wide eyes gets up and scurries off to find Jin.

Despite Tae feeling all the pain, he maintains a calm exterior. His nestles his chin on the palm of his right, uninjured arm.

Why did he even agree to go on this camping trip? Especially now, it’s winter and it’s not snowing, but it feels like it should be. He’d much rather be somewhere in Europe shopping at brand name stores, not here in the woods of the Pacific Northwest with Jimin, the one who suggested they go on the trip to celebrate Taehyung’s birthday. But how could Tae say no? He really didn’t want to spend the day alone.

Two weeks earlier, Tae and his friends met up for brunch and apparently everyone (except for Jimin) had something going on. Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook (the fresh out of college assistant) were to have a business meeting in Canada as part of the boys’ PI company named Cypher. Jin said he had something going on and rushed off because of some emergency doctor call--Tae never found out why he couldn’t come. So Tae had to cancel his plans to visit his favorite buffet in Las Vegas and three days ago he accepted Jimin’s camping offer because he didn’t want to be alone.

“Oh dear, that looks really bad. Good” Jin calmly strolls right up to Taehyung and takes his arm. He gives it a quick once-over and pulls out his phone. “Thank God the genius named Kim Seokjin decided to get an extended data plan because now I can call 911 to get you some real help. While I’m doing this, Jimin, can you please get something to help me clean off all that blood?”

“I have some bandanas in my bag,” Taehyung says to Jimin before he can start pulling his shirt off again. Meanwhile, Jin dials.

Now, they’re at the edge of the forest right by the entrance at 3 pm, though it looks more like dusk because they’re in a forest and it’s winter. The trees cover the sun as Jimin compresses an ice pack they found from friendly backpackers onto Taehyung’s now somewhat clean and covered wound.

It takes the emergency vehicle twenty more minutes to arrive and Jin is low key furious at their tardiness especially since it’s Taehyung’s birthday. He is soon calmed when the first responder praises the handiwork done on the arm.

“It’s still a good idea to bring him in though. Just to check for an infection. It took you how long before cleaning the wound?”

“Uh-“ Jimin starts bowing his head in shame.

“Fifteen minutes max. It’s fine, Jimin, you eventually got help.” Tae smiles and pats his friend’s back. Jimin looks up with a newfound brightness in his eyes.

As they continue the thirty-minute commute to the hospital, Jin flirts with both the driving and non-driving paramedics while Jimin is furiously texting on his phone. Tae doesn’t bother asking what Jimin is doing because the last time Tae tried inquiring about the older’s phone, Jimin pounced on him. And that was this morning and Jimin’s been acting suspicious all day.

Tae really wants to ask Jin why his plans suddenly went away and he ended up camping right next to them. And also why didn’t Jin tell him that? If Tae knew Jin had the day off then the three of them could have gone to Las Vegas together.

“We’re here.” The driving paramedic says as they all pull up to the hospital’s entrance. He’s also giggling at some joke Jin probably just said. The three men get off and walk into the emergency room.

“Ah, it feels just like the workplace.” Jin says with a smile.

“Speaking of work, why are--” Taehyung begins, and suddenly Jimin who is no longer furiously texting, points to the front desk.

“They want you, Tae.”

“Oh, okay.” And Tae walks over to the front with his friends following.

“Jin, they said it’s fineeee. We don’t have to stay here any longer, can we just check into a hotel and stay there for the night?” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jin who is pestering at Taehyung to wait a little longer because there may be side effects from his antibiotics.

“No, no please, just a few minutes, pleaseee,” Jimin butts in. He’s begging again, but without tears in his eyes this time.

“What is up with you today? First, you drag me to the forest and then Jin shows up and then you’re texting non-stop on the way over here?” Taehyung harshly whispers. He’s trying to be quiet mainly because of the strangely high amount of babies in the waiting room. The three are standing by the door next to the seating area. Taehyung can smell the coffee and it’s fueling his growing annoyance toward Jimin.

“Ugh, okay!” Jimin throws his hands up and sighs. He’s being quite dramatic and it’s shushed anyone passing through the waiting room area. “Today is your birthday. We know that and I was trying to surprise you. I was acting weird because I don’t like keeping secrets from you. Jin’s here because I made him take the day off--”

“Also, I found out they haven’t been paying me properly for all the overtime. Ugh, hospital management, they’re so--” Jimin nudges at Jin and the older boy smiles widely at Taehyung. “And, of course, I love you, bro!” Jin hugs Tae who lets out a quiet groan from the pain in his forearm.

“Yeah, so Jin’s here yay!” Jimin says. “And I was texting because…” Jimin pauses for a few seconds while staring at the emergency room door.

“What?” Taehyung asks. He’s slightly smiling now. Any annoyance he felt earlier has been melted away. Taehyung wants to hug Jimin too, but he wants to know the rest of the plans first.

“Ah, never mind. I wanted them to walk through the doors with their fancy suits and combed back hair, ah they look so cool in their PI formal outfits. Anyways, Cypher plus Jungkook is supposed to drop by. Their trip turned out to be in Vancouver, and I probably should’ve just driven us up there from California, but I didn’t want to make the surprise too obvious because I knew you knew they’re up in Canada. Also, you mentioned you’ve never been to the Pacific Northwest. And Jin’s new job is in Seattle because as you know his dream job is to work here like a Gray’s Anatomy doc--”

Taehyung silenced his friend by squeezing him into another tight hug not caring about the slight pain. Jimin’s smiling and Taehyung’s smiling, even Jin is smiling while staring at the younger boys’ sweet embrace. Jin soon joins in and then another warm body enters the hug circle and another and another and Taehyung looks up expecting to see one of the onlookers joining in, but it’s not.

“Taehyung, surprise!” Hoseok smiles brightly while backing out of the hugging circle. The other two Cypher boys line up on Hoseok’s sides. They could kind of look like Charlie’s angels if they stood together properly. Their outfits are perfect for that look because they bought them out of an LA thrift shop Taehyung suggested.

“Happy birthday, man.” Suga walks up to Taehyung and does that cool handshake-hug while gracefully avoiding the injured arm.

“Heard about the arm, I’m glad you got some help.” Namjoon gives another hug, and he grazes Taehyung’s arm slightly.

“Where’s Jungkook?” Taehyung asks looking around. He’s glad his other friends are here, but everything’s saucier with the youngest boy around.

“He couldn’t make it,” Namjoon says solemnly.

“HAHA! JK I’m here!” Jin’s laughing the hardest at the sight of Jungkook’s meme-like expression and crab-like gait as Jungkook walks into the area holding a red velvet cake in one hand and trying to hold seven birthday hats steady on top of his head. The laughing from all seven boys prompts the head nurse to kick them out, and the three end up at a nearby park. It’s freezing, but Taehyung is happy. He’s with his closest friends and that beats any fancy shopping trip to Europe.

A/N: the ending feels kinda rushed and I’m not super happy about the way I wrote Jimin (my actual ult, why do I write him so badly??), like he pulls through in the end, but yah he seems really childish in the beginning. It’s kinda cute though?? Also this was just supposed to be less than 2k, but oops got carried away. 

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Anyways, happy birthday to my official BTS bias wrecker Kim Taehyung. He’s a complex, wonderful, funny man. Tae, I’m glad you’re a part of my life and I hope you are happy today and even when times are tough know that there are a lotta happy days too. <3 admin aye