#like bits of this went on to become the soulmate au...various bits n pieces of character relationships...

[acaciapines]

man does anybody remember when i making a deltarune daemon au fangame....started that like a WEEK AND A HALF before chapter two came out and i proceeded to write hundreds of thousands of words of deltarune fic in like one year <3 as one does.

replaying what i made of it now and it is SO WEIRD to see this old version of kris njgkdfg my kris is so so so different.

but!!! i AM stealing bits and pieces of it for the dess raises kris au :333 i had a really fun player-mechanic n they are coming along for the ride <3

[faulty-writes]

Soulmate Sensations

Warning: A few swears, physical violence, blood mention, and 18+ Fem! (Some sexual acts) No minors please. 

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Dabi x Reader

This is a prompt for Discord group: MHA & Readers 

[Part Two, Part Three] 

(In this Soulmate AU you are a lucky third-year student in the support course. Yes, unfortunately, you couldn’t quite reach your goal to become a Pro Hero. But even so, the last thing you suspected was for a villain to be your Soulmate but looking upon Dabi, it would explain those sensations you’ve been feeling throughout your life.)

soul mate/ˈsōl ˌmāt/ 

noun:

a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

In this day and age, you would think quirks to be the most unique aspect of human society, but depending on the person, you might find a disagreement. There was yet another unique feature beyond that of quirks and it was soulmates. You had always heard the stories, the way two souls would find each other. Some were blessed enough with a timer, others with something as simple as a matching tattoo. But you... you were a tad bit different. 

Sensation. The ability to feel your soulmate’s pain. At first, you didn’t understand it. But piece by piece, the puzzle formed. It had all started, however, when you were small. You were playing in the backyard, it was a sunny day and flowers were poking out from the ground. You were happy, giggling as you run through the grass. Not a damned care in the world until you let out a cry, crashing to the ground. “y/n are you alright!?” your mother shouted as she ran to your side, her comforting arms scooping you up.

But you couldn’t respond, your body racked with intense burning. Everything from your face, to your chest, down the length of your arms and the tips of your fingers. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced like your very flesh was set on fire and beginning to melt. You couldn’t even breathe, your face turning blue as your mother cradled you closer. Shaking with fear, she cried out. “Help! Someone help my child!” you couldn’t remember much after that, apart from the few tears that rolled down your cheek before the world turned black.

In the beginning, it was scary. The pain would come and you’d scream out before eventually collapsing. But as you grew older, the pain, the burning felt more controlled. It would course through the top of your arms and to the tips of your fingers where it felt most intense. But you found yourself not only getting used to the feeling but looking forward to it. Of course, you had to keep that fact well hidden, especially within the walls of U.A. High. You always feared that people wouldn’t understand, despite the fact you had come to know your friends and teachers to be trustworthy.  

Though love and romance were permitted between students as a member of the Support Course you typically didn’t have time for it. It was your job to create gadgets, weapons, and hero attire that would improve the function and capability of a hero’s quirk. Really, there was no time for daydreaming and despite the fact, the burning would come even when you were in the Development Studio. Hero work was your life.  

Though most looked down on the Support Course students, having the belief that they did nothing but stay on the sidelines. Oh no, that was not true. You were currently in your third year, 18 years old and frankly, had become well known to a few select agencies and a handful of Pro Hero’s had even reached out to you with offers of becoming a valuable sidekick. Though you politely declined, especially now that you were volunteering for more missions and focusing on schoolwork in general. 

Apparently, Aizawa had the idea that Support Course students needed to learn certain combat skills and experience real missions alongside the Hero Course students in order to better their own experience and better understand just how important it was to continue their craft. Of course, you already had a passion for what you did, it wasn’t Hatsume level but it was up there. So it was a little unnecessary that Aizawa thought you had to relearn your love for the craft. 

Still, you went along with it. Though you weren't as brave as the heroes when it came to missions and yet when you woke up this morning, you felt a little more excited than usual. Today was the start of one of the bigger missions you had signed up for even if Aizawa was a little weary of you volunteering for it at first. You had managed to convince him after all the last couple missions only landed you in the hospital for a couple days and it was just a few broken bones and skin tears. 

The mission itself was very clear, The League of Villains was planning to intercept a local drug distributor that was in possible connection with the rumored quirk enhancing drugs. It was you, Midoriya, Togata, Ochako, and Amajiki that were put in charge of containing the area and halting any possible transactions. However, you should have known something was off when that burning came. Coursing through your veins, through your bones, to your very core. 

Yet, you had decided to play it off, hoping your fellow teammates didn’t notice the way you were clenching your fists. But it was highly unlikely they’d catch on considering how well you managed to hide your dilemma. You were almost grateful that your position was to play the part of the lookout and only engage when your fellow heroes truly needed it. That is if you saw one of them get hurt. Perhaps fall or get knocked unconscious  

You knew the basics of how to defend yourself and others. But you had enough confidence in your teammates to know they could handle themselves, after all, they were the strongest heroes you knew. Especially Deku, considering the strength and courage he always showed. Not only that but the encouragement he gave others was something you admired. You tried to keep his influence in mind as the mission began, at first it was slow. 

The fellow heroes had taken their positions, surrounding the area and ensuring no means of possible escape if things went haywire. With your communicator nestled in your ear, you relayed what you witnessed from your position. Despite the fact that hours had passed before you actually saw something important. Headlights illuminated the ground and it only took a few moments to see a large truck come into view. 

“y/n can you see who's in the truck?” Deku’s voice sounded in your ear and you narrowed your eyes. “It appears to be four subjects, all of them male,” you replied before something caught your eye, your fingers burned just before you noticed it. One of the males produced what looked like a blue flame, it crackled in the palm of his hand. Your heart raced a moment as you glanced down at your own palm, there was a faint warmth radiating from it along with the pain. 

Your breath hitched, was he ...no, no, no. This was a coincidence! That’s all, just a coincidence. A lot of people had fire quirks but ...your fingers curled into your palm which was still warm. “...y/n...y/n!” you snapped out of your thoughts, your head whipped back up and you noticed sparks of ember in the air. “What happened!?” you cried out, standing from your position on the rooftop. “Now isn’t the time to get distracted y/n!” came Togata’s firm voice but you were too focused on the industrial building that was now set ablaze. 

You almost felt embarrassed, were you so distracted by your own thoughts you became absent to the world? You continued to watch in awe as the building burnt down, the blue tint was almost memorizing and despite your best intentions as a hero. You couldn’t help but feel an almost blissful emotion take over, a sort of happiness. Wait, what? You groaned and clenched your fists, hitting the sides of your head. 

Snap out of it! You clenched your jaw as pain coursed through your arms. Focus on the mission! You took a deep breath, you needed to remain calm. That’s how a mission was complete. Focus your mind on nothing but the mission. You dropped your arms and leaned over the rooftop, pulling your goggles down. Hatsume offered to make them for you and you had to admit, they worked. There were different lenses installed which were designed to help you navigate through various conditions, like dark, fog, smoke and so on. 

“y/n, do you have any pin on the villain locations?” came Midoriya’s voice, “Give me a second!” you replied, turning your head to scan the area. “Lemillion, you have two on your right. Deku there’s one heading straight for your location,” you warned though one was still missing. “No problem! Lemillion is on the case!” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, Togata was a trip sometimes. “Go, hero ...go.” you replied in a sarcastic manner. 

“Deku, be careful too. There’s still one missing. Ochako, Amajiki keep your eyes peeled.” you warned, ignoring the way your hands burned as your grip tightened on the metal railing of the roof. You continued searching, the smoke in the air was beginning to grow thicker. Why would the League of Villains go through so much trouble to get their hands on some quirk enhancing drugs? Well, maybe it was for the same reason the building continued to burn. Maybe it was a mere distraction to lure the heroes away from the real issue.  

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you up to ...” you whispered to yourself, it seemed another aspect of hero work was piecing together the very few clues the villains left behind. Not always an easy task. You gasped when you heard a noise and turned on your feet. Your stance was tense, your fists clenched. Ready to pounce if you needed to, however, no one was there. Your stance dropped for a moment, though a good hero should know never to let their guard down. 

“Those other heroes have you distracted.” you gasped when you heard that voice, it was low and raspy with little emotion. Your arm trembled, burning just as you saw it coming. The blue flame headed straight towards you. “Ah!” you cried out, just barely avoiding it with a cheap but effective maneuver. But even so, that didn’t mean you dodged the heat. The fireball was scorching and though it hadn’t touched you, your clothing still let off a little smoke. 

Stumbling back onto your feet, your free hand reached to grasp your arm that was just now cooling off. Your eyes set forward as a man appeared from the shadows, the first thing you noticed was his wild black hair. It was short but styled out in short spikes. The next was his eyes, even in the darkness you could see they were a deep blue. That followed down to his skin and those unusual metal like staples embedded into it, almost like they were holding his skin together. 

In addition, it looked like parts of his face, chest, arms, and hands were burned by something. It reminded you of when you were small, the feeling of your flesh burning. He seemed to notice you were daydreaming, lost in your own thoughts and his eyes drifted to your arm which you were still holding. He tilted his head back, raising an eyebrow before a wicked smile came to his face. “What’s the matter doll ...hurt your arm?” you growled in response, though he wasn’t wrong. 

Your arm did hurt, but it wasn’t from any injury. “Who are you?” you demanded with a hiss, taking a step back. However, this only seemed to amuse the stranger, the villain. That soft chuckle he gave made a shiver run down your spine. “Name’s Dabi, dollface,” he replied before bringing his hands up, palms wide open and a blue flame sparkling to life. “Shit ...” you hissed under your breath, you were getting tired of this. Maybe if you clenched your hand's tight enough you could ignore the pain. 

Either way, this wasn’t good and you had already decided it would be best to play defense, distance yourself from those flames rather than stay and continue to converse with Dabi as he called himself. “y/n status!” Suneater’s voice came through, though it was a bit hard to hear. More than likely he had joined in to help Lemillion fight off those two villains. “I’m a little busy right now!” you replied before a metal beam came out from the Hydraulic Bracers Hatsume allowed you to borrow. 

You were thankful for such a giving classmate, especially now that another ball of fire came hurtling towards you. “Ah!” you cried out as the metal beam toppled over the roof and sent you crashing towards the ground. You would have grabbed something, anything to stop yourself from getting hurt. But that would leave you vulnerable for Dabi’s continued attack and your arms were currently disabled. Feeling as though they were melting off the bone. 

“y/n, are you alright, what’s happening?” came Uravity’s voice but you had little time to respond as you crossed your arms, hitting the ground and rolling in an attempt to reduce any damage taken. Though your shoulders took most of the beating, despite the fact you had special hover pads installed in the soles of your shoes which now thinking it over, might have been a better option than attempting a suicide jump. Still, you got onto your feet quickly and looked up at the rooftop. 

There was Dabi, that ripped long-tailed jacket of his blowing along with the wind and making him look even more menacing. Though the way he was hunched over, it was similar to how you felt at the current moment. Your shoulders were still aching and pulsing with a faint pain. For a brief moment, you could have sworn those eyes of his lit up and you watched his lips move but no audible words came out. Was he talking to himself? 

Still, it was short-lived as you watched a smile come to his face. It was a little eerie to see those staples move along with those lips. “Heh, so the little kitty knows how to jump.” you couldn’t help but growl, feeling a mix of emotions. Those flames and how he looked, the burns upon his skin and the connection between his quirk and your body. A villain ...why would fate do that? Well, it didn't matter because you wouldn’t accept it. You couldn’t accept it. 

“What’s a matter ...kitty lose their tongue?” Dabi mocked as he held his arms out and your eyes widened, oh no. Your jaw clenched, your nails digging into the palm of your hands which were a little too warm for your own comfort. “Don’t you dare!” you shouted, anger booming in your voice. Dabi paused a moment before chuckling which only made you angrier. What the fuck was his problem!? “I don’t think it’s your place to tell me what to do, little hero ...” his flames went up, illuminating his wrists and hands.

It crackled with rage and you hunched over, your own arms trembling. Damn him. You knew this was bad, you needed to move. Another chuckle came as he pulled his arms back, his blue flame blowing with the wind. Move now! He smirked, obviously overjoyed to be causing this destruction and when he released that fireball, your body went frozen. Damn it! Move! Your eyes couldn’t look away as it grew closer, once more you could feel the heat that came with it. You shook your head and closed your eyes, almost like you were ready to accept your fate. 

However, much like before your Hydraulic Bracers sprang into action and forced you to move. The metal pole embedding itself into the ground and causing you to get pulled back, your shoes grazed the ground temporarily. The resulting flash from the fireball colliding with the ground made you cry out, your hands coming up to shield your eyes from the brightness. Embers sparked but you hardly paid attention to that. When you hit the ground again, your body skimmed across the dirt. Your shoulders pulsed with more pain from the harsh landing, damn it. How did other heroes make falling look so graceful?

Your knee had gotten cut and your clothes were ripped in various ways. You felt as though the wind was knocked out of you but even so, you forced your body to sit up. Shooting pain coursed through your arms making them violently shake and your legs seemed to refuse your commands. You looked back at Dabi, fear as clear as those flames in your eyes. You swallowed and began dragging your body, your fingers digging into the soft ground. The sound of Dabi’s laughter came, apparently, he found it amusing to watch you crawl for your life. 

But the smoke from the building was still going strong, thick enough for one to hide in. If you could just get there, maybe that would be enough to avoid Dabi until you found a safer location. You kept at it, crawling faster and faster. Though you felt your heart sink with fear when the sound of Dabi landing on the ground came, it was unmistakable and soon footsteps followed. “Shit ...shit ...shit!” you hissed under your breath, willing your legs to move. 

Your knee was throbbing, blood oozing from it and you could hear Dabi’s steps becoming more strained as you continued to try and move your bleeding limb. Pressing your teeth together, you somehow managed to stumble onto your feet. But you were unbalanced and pain shot through you, despite the fact you tried to take a step forward. “Come here doll ...” Dabi said though it seemed forced as if he too was trying to push through the pain you felt. 

You didn’t look back and decided to try and foolishly kick off the ground. Even if it was with your good leg, as soon as your damaged knee came forward. You yelped in pain and fell to the ground once more, your arms outstretched in front of you. So close, yet so far. You took a breath, ready to try again when you felt him grab your shirt collar. You yelped as you were pulled back, your heart racing with fear when Dabi leaned down. 

His hot breath along your ear made you shiver and coincidentally you swore you saw Dabi give the same shiver. But it seemed he was better than you at ignoring it, damn him. But what more did you expect from a villain? “So dollface,” he began, somehow making your breath hitch. Though your lungs were beginning to burn from being so close to the smoke. What the hell were you thinking? Your eyes were even beginning to water, you couldn’t hear anything but the building slowly falling apart in front of you. 

Your communicator must have fallen out when you jumped from the roof, so you couldn’t even call for help. Brilliant. Damn it. Maybe this is why heroes were truly the only ones meant for missions. You had already messed everything up. Why? What was so different about this mission, well that much was obvious and at that moment Dabi only seemed to confirm the very thing you were trying so hard to deny. 

“Seems I finally found you, but I guess it’s safe to assume what we’re both thinking. This is fucking shitty.” you felt your mouth go dry and your heart sinks in your chest, yeah ...it was a disappointment. Jesus, everyone else. Everyfuckingone else got their happy ending, got matched well with their soulmate. The one they were ideally and utterly meant for. But here you were, fate fucked you hard. What possible reason could it have for pairing you with Dabi?

You were a hero ...well close enough anyway. Besides that, a soulmate was supposed to treat you like a God or Goddess. But here was your supposed soulmate meeting and you were injured and bleeding. You felt like crying, but you refused. Willing all your strength, you swallowed and parted your lips. “Yeah ...s-so you’re responsible for all the pain I’ve been feeling ...the burning. All that hurt. I-It was you.” Dabi almost seemed amused, you could already picture that smirk on his wicked face. 

“Yeah, it wasn’t all rainbows and butterflies for me either, doll.” he released his grip on your shirt causing you to jolt forward, palms pressing against the ground again. “That’s the problem with all you goddamn heroes.” Dabi began and part of you wanted to interject, but another wanted to see what else he had to say. “You’re so high on your pedestals that you always blame others for your own problems, do you think that’s brave? Frankly, I think it’s plain stupidity.” 

He shook his head and continued, “Even so, I can at least point the finger at you for my bones aching and my body feeling like it’s been bruised. As if I need that fucking baggage.” he finished before wrapping his fingers around your neck. Your hands immediately went up, scratching at his wrist. “L-Let go!” you cried out, but Dabi only tightened his grip making it harder for you to breathe. You felt utterly hopeless, you weren’t a hero like Midoriya, you weren’t brave like Togata, you couldn’t find inner-courage like Amajiki. 

What the hell could you find besides failure? You squeezed your eyes shut, continuing to struggle against Dabi’s grip. “Baby doll, you better quit that,” he replied and you gasped when you felt that quick dose of fire against your skin. It was only for a moment, but even so, the heat alone was enough to make you freeze. More than likely, your neck would have burns on it. But that was the furthest thing from your mind, your breathing halted and you kept silent which seemed to please Dabi. 

“Heh, maybe you are a good little hero when it comes to taking orders.” he chuckled and you wanted to lash out at him, but you knew you couldn’t possibly do anything to him. Even if you tried, he had you at checkmate. “Now ...” Dabi grinned and leaned over, releasing your neck. “Fuck ...” you hissed as the hot air hit the burns Dabi had created. You clenched your jaw, that bastard. How the fuck would you explain this?

“You better enjoy this ...” Dabi spoke before pressing a kiss to your neck. His lips felt wet and crusty against your skin and it made you cringe. But once again you were reminded that you couldn’t do anything, even if you tried to escape those flames of his would burn you to a crisp. “Frankly, you’ve made my already fucked up life worse. If that’s even possible, so I think it’s about time I got some pleasure out of you.” his words made your stomach twist, you felt like you could vomit at the picture he painted. 

Why the hell would you ever ...EVER do anything he wanted? “Ah ...stop it!” you cried out when those lips pressed against your neck again, peppering kisses along the skin between the crook of your neck and jaw. It burned, but at the same time, you could feel tingles beginning to spread. A pant or two leaving your lips. “Mm, do you really want me to, doll? Let’s feel something good for once ...” Dabi insisted as he continued his assault and damn it all. You found yourself beginning to give in, was this a part of it? 

For those that were truly mix-matched, for the souls that seemed opposite of each other, for the love predestined between two individuals. Did their touch, their lips, their essence make a difference? Make the truth be known that they were the only for you? Did they truly have your mind, body, and soul from the beginning? Your thoughts were jumbled as you leaned your head back, feeling those lovebites Dabi created throb along the length of your burnt neck. 

You hated to admit, but you were beginning to feel aroused. Was this part of Dabi’s plan? Was he somehow excited about this? “Ah!” you cried out when those teeth sank harder into your neck as if you didn’t feel enough pain. You squirmed, Dabi’s saliva was making your tender skin burn like hell. But, you couldn’t help but shift your legs. Despite the pain and humiliation, you felt something gathering moist. 

You knew it wasn’t your own feeling, you couldn’t ...you wouldn’t get high off an assault like this, “Dabi ...” his name left your mouth in a soft whimper and you gasped when those large hands wrapped around your waist, taking upon themselves to travel towards your chest. “Mm, you feel it don’t you? Despite everything, this soulmate bullshit. I know there’s no escape from this tie, so I might as well have fun with fucking around.” with that, he cupped your breasts. Squeezing them harshly which made you cry out again. 

You felt your breathing grow heavy as Dabi massaged them, pinching your hardened nipples that were straining against the fabric of your shirt. “You might be more fun than I thought, doll.” he chuckled in your ear, though unlike before you found the sound endearing. His hands went back around your waist and you could feel his own legs spreading. Gasping as you were pulled back, your legs felt like jello but that dulling pain of your knee could still be felt. Guess that was a good thing. 

Dabi positioned you between his legs, allowing your back to rest against his chest and allowing him to have full access to you. He grinned and resumed his dirty work. He loomed over you, laying his head on your shoulder and snaking one hand up your shirt. You gasped as you felt his fingers graze over your bra before pulling it down. “W-What are you -ah!” you cried out once again as he cupped your breast, teasing your nipple. Pinching the sensitive nub between his thumb and index finger. 

His other hand reached further down, brushing against the Hydraulic Bracer you had. A minor annoyance, but not one that interfered with Dabi’s goal. He only paused briefly before slipping his fingers underneath your waistband. He chuckled as he felt the moist fabric of your underwear, “The big bad villain has such an influence over the little hero. How fun.” you could only whimper in response, you were a hero, yes but at the current moment, you were nothing short of a hormone-filled mess. 

You squirmed as his finger ran along the slit of your underwear, teasingly circling your clit. “Ah ...Dabi please ...” you cried out, which made him smirk. “Glad you’re enjoying this, feels good to be touched like this by your soulmate hm? Or better yet, do you just enjoy being touched by a filthy villain?” you shook your head, yes every fiber of your being was screaming that Dabi was a villain but this connection. Could you truly fight it? 

You took a breath, though it was strained. “I ...t-the ...c-connection do you fee-” your words came to a halt when you felt Dabi’s warm fingers brush against your dripping slit. When did he snake underneath your underwear? Well, it didn’t matter, you could feel his fingers collect your slick before pressing hard against your throbbing clit. You squirmed and once again cried out, “Dabi!” your voice echoed through the air and just before you felt his finger dip into your folds. 

“y/n!” Midoriya cried out and your head whipped up, seeing the hero himself soaring right above you. That familiar green and yellow aura surrounding him and he looked a little beaten as per usual. But the look in his eyes was fierce and his lips were turned up in a snarl. “Get away from them!” Midoriya warned as he reeled his fist back, more than likely for his famous smash move. Though nowadays he used his legs more. 

“Deku wait!” you cried out, holding your hand out but it was clear there was no stopping what the young hero was going to do. You gasped a moment later when you felt something slimy wrap around your waist, looking down you saw it was one of Amajiki’s tentacles. “Ah no!” your hand was still outstretched, as if you were planning to grab something, anything to prevent being ripped away from Dabi. 

But everything happened too fast, one moment you were being pulled through the air, the next Amajiki’s arms were around you, then you were running through the forest. You could hear the impact of Midoriya’s punch and the trees shook as Amajiki continued to run with you cradled in his arms. You took a breath and reached up, grasping onto Amajiki’s cloak. “No! Please Amajiki, S-Suneater you have to turn around!” you begged you didn’t feel any pain so it was likely that Dabi had moved out of the way in time. 

But still, you felt your heartbreak in your chest and Amajiki was not going to give in to your request. “Y-You’re injured ...w-we need you to go uh ...we n-need to get you help ...” he insisted and you promptly beat his chest with your fist. “No! I need to see Dabi!” you cried in response and watched Amajiki look at you with a raised eyebrow. “D-Did you hit your head y/n? Y-You’re pretty bruised up ...” which was true, you had a banged-up knee, various bruises across your body and face. 

A few visible burns scattered across your skin and your clothes in addition to being ripped were covered in dirt, blood, and soot. Not exactly the ideal image of well-being. Still, you struggled in his arms, your hand outstretched again and you silently prayed to feel pain. The burning flesh, anything to know Dabi was okay, God ...were you going crazy? You clenched your jaw again, which dully throbbed with pain and tears slowly streamed down your face. Were you going to see him again? 

The mission was called a failure, though the heroes had fought bravely. The villains had gotten away with the quirk enhancing pills and you were scolded at for being so careless, however, you were the only one who ended up with severe injuries. Aizawa had visited you in the hospital, though it was only to further scold you and put you on probation. You were not allowed to volunteer for missions until further notice, though you were still permitted to continue your support course work. 

Though what could gadgets and hero attire do for you now? You felt isolated and the only thing you could think about was Dabi. Laying in your hospital bed, you stared at your hands. Your fingers twitched but you couldn’t feel Dabi anymore. Not his flames, not his pain. Nothing. But you secretly hoped he could feel the hole in your chest, despite it being a short meeting and despite what had happened. The way he injured you and then pleasured you. 

Your heart called out to him and most would probably laugh if they found out that you longed to be with a villain. But those were probably the same people that had gotten lucky with their soulmate, no villains attached. “Damn it ...” you sighed and leaned over, running your hands through your hair. These thoughts were beginning to frustrate you and you were afraid at this rate you’d end up doing something you’d regret.

Then again, would the hero world really miss you if you decided to take a break? You were a little angry that Aizawa decided to give you a strict punishment instead of inquiring if you were truly okay or about the details of what happened. But even so, you would prefer to keep it a secret. You sighed and sat up in your bed. Allowing your feet to dangle over the side before you stood up and walked to the window. 

Pulling the curtain back, you glanced out at the city. Down below people were walking, some chatting with their friends, some walking with their children. But what stood out the most to you were those couples who were holding hands, laughing together. Another sigh left your lips as you focused your eyes up. Staring at your own reflection in the glass, you looked tired. Bandages surrounded your neck and knee. The rest of the minor injuries had gauze pads held in place by medical tape. 

You pressed one hand against the glass, fingers spread and you noticed that there were burn scars there too. Must have happened when you grabbed at Dabi’s wrist. You felt your heart sink again, did you miss Dabi? That sad truth was, yes you did. Your hand curled into a fist and you glanced down. A determined look flashing in your eyes, “I have to find him again ...” you resumed watching the people below, just going about their lives. 

It might be a challenge and frankly, you didn't know where to start. All you knew about Dabi was ...his name, his association with the League of Villains and that you two were soulmates. Eventually, you would have to cross paths again but you could really just sit and wait? At the moment it looked like you had no choice, U.A. kept a strict eye on their students. But one way or another, you had already decided what you wanted and damned be anyone that dares get in your way.

[bangbangchanie]

The Colors Of Life- Lee Jeno

Summary: When you were young your soulmate always made you look like the sun, his happiness radiating off of your skin almost every second of every day. So when all of asudden all color but darkness disappeared you were determined, that when you finally met him you would somehow bring that color back.

Pairing: Lee Jeno X reader

Warning:  Angst, mentions of extream depression, soulmates, death of a soulmate, fights, suicidal thoughts, mentions of therapy, light smut and fluff.

The Colors Of Us~ NCT Soulmate Au MasterList

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4}

Emotions defined the world around you, where people reflect an aura of color based on how their soulmate feels and it's always seemed a bit painfully beautiful in away to you. Always knowing what your soulmate was feeling due to the color you could see surrounding you, looking down at your hands and seeing the brightest of yellows could make your day but the days where you looked down and all you saw was black were days full of worry.  

You remember the first day you registered the color that swarmed around you, you were around five, it was a bright almost neon yellow that blinded you. Your mother was smiling brightly at you, gold swarming around her, shimmering around her as she bent down and gently grabbed your arm. You remember the shine in her eyes and the way the color around her seemed to shimmer, even more, the gold color flaking around her making you tilt your head to the side. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked down and smiled and looked back up at you and said.

“Looks like your father is thinking of us again.” And from that day forward your world changed, you learned of the colors that seemed to surround people and how it reflected emotions of another, another that was made for you in every way somehow. Your mother explained it as if one soul was split in two, and the souls would call out to one another by reflecting its emotions onto its missing piece, and when you finally met, finally touch the color around the two of you glows, she explained it to be almost like the sun.

After that day, where you learned your soulmate was so happy he or she probably was laughing till they couldn’t breathe, you became obsessed with color. You became obsessed with the different shades you would see of the soulmate feeling color wheel as you would say, your favorite muse was your parents. The gold that always flecked off of each other when they were near one another, and the way it glowed as it did, even, the hues of blue that would fleck off your father after the screaming was beautiful because somehow gold was still reflecting with in the blue. Or the day when you had ended up in the hospital and your mother had run into your room panic clearly on her face, your arm in a sling, and the purple color the surrounded her was mixing with an orange that was also lifting off of her skin.  Your father had later rushed in, the purple was light as you had seen your mother's panic had lightened and was turning into almost a grey tone lilac color.

You turned your obsession onto paper, art became the muse that you could never stop doing, even when you were just sitting there, you usually would have a pen in hand and were drawing onto your skin. Your older brother Jaehyung would always watch the way you would draw in color, how your drawing always reflected the various shades of yellows mixed with orange and sometimes Maroons, knowing that your soulmate was always happy and doing something that would test his limit made him happy.

But then it started to go black.

You were sixteen, sitting at the dining room table in the morning, your mother had a light yellow mixed with gold flecking off of her skin, your father also had yellow but there was white mixed in as your mother had burned her hand while cooking breakfast that morning. Jaehyungs soulmate wherever they are were either stressed or scared, but you all were leaning towards stressed as yellow was also flecking off with the purple. You all were laughing and moving around fighting over the last of the pork belly your mother had cooked up when the yellow faded to black, it was slow, it started with almost droplets of black dropping into the yellow that always seemed to have glowed from your skin.

By the end of the day the yellow was almost a faded memory making your heart hurt, why was your soulmate depressed? Yes, you’ve seen the sadness through the various shades of blues hue over your skin over the years but never, ever have you seen the black that so many have feared to see. Yet here it is, illuminating off of your skin, and no matter what you do, you know it's not gonna leave, so you keep living your life.

You pushed through high school, art still being your obsession, though black had become your new medium, all of your works were based around the color that had not left your skin since that morning, some days you would see specks off that missed yellow from time to time, but you mainly saw drops of blue or white mixture into the back. Your artwork would reflect on those days with a splatter of color within it making you smile.  

When you went to college on an art scholarship, your parents couldn’t be prouder, Jaehyung and his soulmate, Joy, were also so proud of you. You went to school doing what you love and nothing else, so even though you went to your other classes and passed, you primarily were in the art room creating especially when you started selling your work for a couple hundred dollars here and there. It was nice making a living by yourself and on your own, you made friends, and you and your friend Jaemin shared the blackness the surrounded your skin, though sometimes his would suddenly go blurry out of nowhere, you also met you first person who had ever lost their soulmate Yangyang, no color illuminated from his skin but he said he had gotten used to it since he was twelve when it happened he had even dated some other people here and there who had lost their soulmates and was even in a club.

Everything was going amazing, you had amazing friends, going to your dream school and were doing a job that you truly loved and honestly the only thing that was missing at this point was the one and only.

And maybe you would find them if you weren’t always hidden in your art room or the college art room.

This is where Jaemin and Donhyuck exactly had found you this afternoon, charcoal smeared across your cheek and hair in a messy ponytail. A drawing of a woman holding onto a child, as gold fleck within the black showing the love the mother had for the child. Jaemin couldn’t help but swoon over the piece as Donhyuck chuckled as you huffed at the two for messing with your ‘zen’, as you call it.

“What do you two want?” You whined as Dounghuyck licked his thumb and whipped at your cheek, making you scrunch your face up at him. Jaemin chuckled again as he looked at you and then grabbed your hand, your shades of black matching making you give him a tight-lipped smile as he shakes his head at you.

“We want you to come to a little kickback we’re having tonight, and please don’t say no,”  Jaemin said with his eyes wide and lip jutted out.

“But I don-”

“You always say you don’t like socializing, but come on!” Jaemin whined, his arms wrapping around your waist as you look to Donghyuck, grey illuminating off of his skin as he chuckled as you kept you pleading face toward the honey skin boy. “Y/n, please! I want people to realize that you’re real and that I and Hyuck aren’t making you up.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a huff as you finally place your hands onto Jaemins shoulders and push him back, giving him a small smile you sigh and move you leave your art room. “Where are you going?”

“If I'm going out I would love to actually love not to be covered in charcoal and smell like paints.” Your words made Jaemin let out a squeal as he jumped onto your back, as Donghyuck just smiled brightly at the two of you as the three of you piled out of your art room. You went to your bedroom, while the two boys went to your kitchen making you freeze as you huff. “You better not eat all of the food you two!”

“Then don’t take too long!”

“Oh hush up Hyuck I will turn back around and lock myself in that room so help me go-”

“I have a key, and I’ll just drag you outside with how you look now.” His words made you zoom into your bedroom and shut the door, their belly laughter making you shake your head as you move around your room grabbing your clothes. Simple blue skinny jeans and a large blue sweater, walking into the small bathroom connected to your bedroom your hop in the shower as quickly as you could. Once you were out you slipped onto your clothes and quickly moved to put your makeup on, eyebrows, some eyeshadows, and eyeliner with a lip tint. Smiling at yourself, you ruffle your still-damp hair and move out of your bedroom to be greeted with Jaemin tackling Donghyuck, making you freeze your phone in hand as you let out a tiny gasp.

“What in the world.” you chuckled making both of the boys head snap and look at you, eyes wide as Donghyuck kicked Jaemin off of him, making the pink-haired boy fall to the ground. You watched the chestnut brown hair Dounghyuck stand up from your floor and smooth out his clothing as he smiles up at you stepping over Jaemin towards you.

“Are you ready?” He asked making you nod as Jaemin sat up, and shook his hair making you smile softly at the two, the three of you left your apartment and headed to Donghyuks.  

Once you arrived you were greeted but the bright yellow that surrounded Renjun, though it wasn’t as bright as yours used to be making your heart twinge in pain as you smiled at the small lanky boy.

“Y/n you finally came to one of these things!” Renjun said with a smile on his face as you nodded and walked in, Lucas was there a Chinese exchange student sat on the couch, the color red was radiating off of him, with hints and purple dripping into it. His hand was rapidly typing on his phone as he let out a frustrated groan. “He and his soulmate are in a bit of a heated argument," Renjun said making you chuckle slightly as you nod, walking further into the apartment as Lucas finally looks up from his phone and smiles at you, though it was tight and slightly painful.

"Hi, Lucas." He said making you nod as you move to sit slightly next to him.

"Y/n." He nodded back as he started focusing back onto his phone, as he continued typing before he shook his head and shut it off placing it on the coffee table in front of you. "So who are we waiting for?" You asked as Jaemin moved to sit next to you, his arm going around your shoulders as he pulled out his phone making you quickly lean into his chest as you watch him scroll through Instagram.

"Mark and Jeno."

"Jeno?" You asked looking up at Jaemin, his eyes focusing on his phone as he quickly glanced down at you and nodded.

"Yeah, he’s  my cousin."

[blushoseoks]

GREY AREA. (M) | 06

“And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

cr.

"I think that friendship is as powerful as true romantic love. And I think that friendship can save you, and heal the parts of you that you didn’t know were broken, and change your life.” - Sarah J Maas

→  Pairing: Yoongi/Reader →  Word Count: 11,085 →  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst →  Chapter Index

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS FOR THIS CHAPTER: suicide is sort of insinuated.

You let out a low sigh at the vibration of your phone going off, this seeming to be the millionth time it had sounded and you were beginning to lose your patience.

You had rolled over from your side to where you laid flatly on your back, the never ending vibrations had ripped you from your slumber, something that not even Taehyung was brave enough to do.

In a groggy and half asleep state, you had grabbed your phone and scrolled through the various notifications. Most of them being a handful of text messages, ranging from Yoona's gossip, Namjoon's never ending suspicions of where you had been the past week, and finally Taehyung and Hoseok's worried texts.

You had been to class – with the exclusion of English, because even as your heart was surely broken, you couldn't afford to miss any tests or lessons. But for the past week your life was like a never ending cycle filled with the same routine of:

waking up, getting dressed, going to class, and afterward you'd walk straight home, venture straight into your room, do any homework that needed to be finished, ate enough to stay alive, hydrated yourself and then went to bed. Even if it was only six in the evening.

You hadn't been to English class the entire week, not trusting yourself to see Yoongi this soon into your heartbreak. Your grade was the best in that class, and you were sure you'd be able to catch up if need be. You could afford to skip a few lessons.

With an exhausted sigh you let your phone fall to your bedsheets, ignoring everyone for the time being. You didn't have class today, you never did on Thursday's.

You had spent the past few days, when not at school, staring blankly at your walls. Or your ceiling, laying in your bed. Trying to search for answers that just weren't there. You wanted to know why you had been paired with someone who wanted nothing to do with you. You wanted to learn of what you had done to make the Universe so angry with you, to give you such an outcome.

Was it supposed to be some sort of test? And if so, just how were you to pass it?

But your thoughts hadn't been answered, not one of them.

You hadn't cried since the first night. Hadn't cried nearly as much as you should have, you are perfectly well aware of that. It was once again, like your body refused to let you cope or understand what had actually occurred. You knew that you had been rejected by one you were fated to be with, that much was clear, but it was as though it hadn't fully registered in your brain yet. Like your body wouldn't allow you to fully process the situation in fear of what it may do to you.

So in result, you had done it again, pushed it away. The pain, the honesty of the ordeal, chose to ignore it instead of dealing with it. It was going to come back to bite you in the ass sooner or later.

And judging by how on edge you had been the past few days, the smallest of things irritating you to the extremes, the aforementioned was going to come about soon enough.

The night of the most recent argument, it was like you couldn't stop crying. You're sure that the remainders of alcohol in your body and your lack of sobriety had been at fault for how your emotions had leaked out of you, or half at fault, at least.

It was like every inch of water inside of your being was rushing out of your eyes, streaking down your cheeks and ruining every bit of makeup covering your face. You had clutched your bedsheets, screamed into your pillows, and almost made yourself sick.

Your cries had only quietened when hours had passed and the door belonging to your shared apartment was opened, and in stumbled your housemates, who you were positive were quite drunk.

You had cried until you had cried yourself to sleep.

Waking hours later, with a horrid hangover, but the pain in your head was no match for the one in your chest. You were positive that you had cried out all of the tears inside of your body that night.

And even though you had been somewhat active, going to class, taking care of yourself – if hardly eating and sleeping in your spare time could be considered of sorts, it wasn't enough to stop your friend's from observing your odd behavior and worrying.

So today was the day, even if you'd rather curl up under your blankets and not move, that you'd force yourself out of your bed and get out of your apartment.

Today was the day, it had to be - or Taehyung would start asking questions, start poking his head in more, start trying to rip answers out from you – so, reluctantly you had come to the conclusion that today you'd start to pick the pieces up. Slowly, but surely. You were going to repair what had been broken.

If it was possible.

How were you going to pick up the pieces if you hadn't fully allowed yourself to feel the devastation of a reality where you were unloved by your other half? Or well, one of your other halves. A third of you, maybe?

So as you slid out of bed, you decided that the first thing on the agenda was to shower, because you could not recall the last time you had done so, and then you were to get out of the apartment, your destination unknown.

Perhaps you'd go to the bookstore that sat in between the often visited cafe, and the flower shop you adored because of the pretty smells that filled your nostrils whenever you passed by.

You weren't, however, looking forward to human interaction. You loved your friend's, more than words could describe, but you weren't ready to be bombarded with questions that you knew they'd ask if you were to see them so soon. You hadn't fully decided what your excuse would be, unsure that the sick alibi could be believed.

So maybe, today would just be a you day.

The ignoring human interaction part was clearly not going to happen today, not when you had opened your bedroom door to find two bodies in the kitchen. Both of them belonging to your roommates.

Taehyung who was inside of the kitchen, slim body leaning over the surface of the counter, while Hoseok had been sitting in one of the barstools at the kitchen counters. At the sound of movement coming from the direction of your bedroom, two pairs of eyes had turned to stare at you, and all conversation had ceased.

It made you uneasy, how on sync they silenced. The feeling of interrupting something drifted in the air around you.

You blink.

Taehyung's movement of bringing the brim of a coffee mug to his lips had stilled when his eyes landed on you, and Hoseok's sentence had been discontinued, his mouth now hanging open.

Gathering from their reactions, it seemed that they too, had not expected you to leave your room today.

You offer them the best smile you can muster up as you walk towards the direction of the kitchen. Pausing suddenly when you're standing next to the barstool Hoseok is sitting in. Your left hand moving so your palm presses under his chin. You raise your eyebrows as your eyes connect.

“Hoseok honey,” you state,  and then you move your palm upwards causing his mouth to shut. “Don't let your mouth hang open, you'll catch flies.”

You offer a playful wink, hoping that the comment will help to lessen the tension in the room. Afterward, you walk further into the kitchen and directly over to the refrigerator.

You can sense the muted conversation going on behind your back as you grab the bottle of orange juice, setting it on the counter before closing the refrigerator.

“Y/N,” Hoseok says a moment later. You turn around and walk to stand next to where Taehyung is, reaching for a pale blue colored mug sitting in the drying rack.

“Yes?” You ask, eyes flashing to his and then to Taehyung's momentarily, not being able to register what sort of question is in his eyes. You turn then, trying to get their worried stares out of your mind as you make your way back to where the carton of juice is waiting to be used.

“You..” he wavers, and although your back is to him, you can practically see the millions of questions in form of expressions appearing on his features. “Okay?” He finishes.

You wait until you've poured yourself a mug full of orange juice, wait until you've returned the carton back to it's place in the refrigerator, before spinning around on your heel and coming face to face with two of your closest friends.

You raise your eyebrows, a smile tugging at the corner your lips as you reply.

“I'm okay.” You say, nodding slowly. Your response enticing a smile to spread its way across Hoseok's lips. And even though he's smiling, you can tell that he doesn't fully believe you. But, he knows he's not as close to you as Taehyung is, and that pestering you won't do any good.

“Good,” he responds a moment later, smile still visible. “I missed you.”

His words cause a warm feeling to spread through your being, and then he takes a glance towards Taehyung who asks him with the lift of his eyebrows, a silent question. It reminds you of your parents, how well they can communicate without actually speaking.

“I'm glad you're feeling better Y/N.” Hoseok states as he slowly pushes himself out of the chair and into a standing position.

It takes you only a few seconds to respond, eyes settled on his. “Me too.”

You can see how genuine he is by the way he stops and continues to stare at you for a few moments, as if soaking the scene of you appearing to be okay, in.

And then he is mumbling something about needing to use the restroom, but you're smarter than that, you know the truth. This was an excuse to leave Taehyung and you alone.

Your eyes study the material of the fabric covering Hoseok's back as he starts to walk out of the room, and you wish that he'd stay, because as long as he was in the room, the longer you were safe from prodding and curiosity.

But if Hoseok senses your silent pleas, he doesn't do anything about them as he turns the corner.

“So,” Taehyung says when Hoseok's back is out of sight. He pushes his weight fully against the kitchen island, long arm sliding across the surface, as he holds his head up with his palm. His eyes linger far too long on yours, as if he's waiting for answers. His eyes drag down to the bags under yours, and his lips curve to the side at the sight. “Are you really okay?”

You nod your head almost as soon as the words had left his mouth, your bottom lip disappearing into your mouth as you begin to suck on it slowly. Nerves shouting through you loudly.

You bring the mug up to your lips to take a small swallow, not knowing exactly what to say.

“Y/N,” he says, his tone suddenly serious. “Are you?” His eyebrows raise as his eyes meet yours again. “You've hardly left your room this entire week, and it's starting to worry me. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

Again you nod your head, setting the coffee cup down on the kitchen countertop. “I know Tae, I do. I'm okay. Just--” You stop suddenly, seeming to be at a loss for words. You didn't want to lie, you disliked it, especially doing it to Taehyung. “been down in the dumps as of recent.”

You watch as his lips purse together, as his eyebrows pull towards one another, he clearly doesn't believe you.

He sets his own mug down, as he straightens his body upwards. This causing him to intimidate you a bit more. But if it was Taehyung's intention to scare you into honesty, it was never going to work. Especially when he had the personality traits of a yellow butterfly. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“But like I've said, you hardly left the apartment all week, you haven't returned phonecalls, you've isolated yourself. I'm worried.”

“I'm getting out today, Taehyung.” You blurt out, causing Taehyung's eyebrows to furrow together. “Going to go out, maybe visit the book store. And actually I – I have plans with Jungkook.” You lie blatantly.

This causes him to blink as a curious expression starts to slide across his facial features. He studies your face, as if to make sure you're telling the truth. “Jungkook,” he questions after a moment, “why Jungkook?”

You push the cup to your lips again, letting your eyes falter from your friend to the orange liquid in the cup.

“Going to help me study, y'know – Psychology.” Is the response you offer as you tilt the cup back and let the liquid into your mouth.

He pauses again, white teeth making an appearance only to slide across his bottom lip, head tilting a bit.

“But are you sure you're okay--”

You outstretch a free arm, your hand skirting around his forearm, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you swallow the liquid inside of your mouth.

You keep eye contact as you speak as firmly as you can. “I promise, Taehyung, I am absolutely okay. I am better.” You pronounce each word as clear as you can, steering away from contractions, hoping that it'll help make your statement plausible.

His eyes don't leave yours as he studies them, and you are sure that you see something flash in his orbs. Something resembling sadness, the sight causes something inside of you to drop.

“Alright.” He simply states, head nodding achingly slowly. You remove your hand then, offering him a short and small smile.

“Just do me a favor?” He asks a moment later.

“Anything.” You state.

He hesitates once more, this time he's the one who extends an arm and rests it onto your shoulder, giving you a light squeeze, mimicking your actions from a few seconds prior.

“Y/N,” he says seriously. “Shower first, you fucking stink.”

The moments the words leave his mouth, a wide smile stretches across his face. In response, you offer him a glare so dirty, that his eyes widen in surprise, a handful of rushed out apologies slipping past his lips as he darts out of the kitchen. “It was a joke, I promise!” Echoing in the air as he leaves.

You let out a slow chuckle as you watch him run and a moment later you fish out your phone, ignoring everyone's messages, and immediately clicking on Namjoon's contact name. Sending a quick text asking for Jungkook's number.

It takes him a matter of moments to reply with the number and a response of:

“Where on Earth have you been this week?”

You shoot back a text of:

“Up to my neck in homework, I'm sorry.”

And then you open a new message, composing something along the lines of:

“Free, today. How about I take you up on your offer to help me study? This is Y/N by the way.”

It only takes moments for you to get a reply.

“Six sound okay?”

It had been raining. It was evident in the drenched pavement of the sidewalk you were walking down, clear in the color of gray that floated through Seoul. The smell of wet, lingered in the air - something you had always been fond of.

Pedestrians gripped onto umbrellas as they walked ahead or behind you, even though the rain had let up.

You didn't mind this sort of weather, not when it reflected your mood like it had today.

Your feet move slowly along the sidewalk as you avoid puddles, the events of earlier this morning replaying in your head on a loop.

You were trying to figure out just what it was that you had seen in Taehyung's eye, why was he sad? Surely it wasn't because of your state lately, but in all honesty, you wouldn't have put it past him. Taehyung's big heart often got the best of him, and he allowed people in too closely, far too easily. He gave everyone the benefit of the doubt, and him, being upset because you were upset, was not so hard to believe.

You had been out for a few hours, visiting the cafe at first and buying a lemonade with pretty colors – a mixture of yellows, pinks, and oranges. You had thought that drinking the fruity and nicely colored drink would somehow be appealing to your insides. Like the colors could magically overtake the sadness and turn it happy.

If you were crazy, you would have stated that it worked.

The second place you had visited was in fact the book store. The scent of old books making itself known as soon as you walked into the quaint shop. This too, another smell that you enjoyed a lot.

The bookstore, though small, was filled and pack with books. Shelves outlined the entire store, books were crammed together, and stacked in piles on tables of oak everywhere. It's number of books reminded you of a library.

“Y/N!” The owner of the shop, an older lady by the name of Asami had called in your direction as you walked through the door.

The call of your name had made you smile in response, throwing an arm up as you waved in her general direction.

It was clear in the way the owner had called your name that you were indeed a regular. You had felt a pull to her the moment you met her, because she reminded you of your mom. Older, wise, her voice soft whenever she spoke. And unlike most adults and teenagers nowadays, she still believed that books were essential to living.

Just like you. Just like your mom.

She was married to a man who was as polite and as kind as her. His name was Takumi, and they had been married for twenty five years. They both had been born in Korea, but that did not stop them from traveling the entire world.

They'd told you multiple times about their adventures, about the places they'd visited and the people they had met. They had shown you countless photographs, and were able to describe the displays of each country, or state, they had traveled to.

You wanted to do that, travel.

Your plan, after college, was to do just that.

And even though Korean was their native tongue, they both could speak several languages. The one that interested you the most was French.

For one, it wasn't as hard to learn as the English language, and for two, in your opinion it was beautiful.

“Takumi not here today?” You had asked as you walked up to the register desk of which Asami was standing behind.

“Afraid not, fell off the ladder the other day while trying to dust the top of the shelves, twisted his ankle, the klutz.”

Your lips part as you make a, “sss,” sound. “I'm sorry to hear about that, is he okay?”

“Yeah, he's just a big baby.” She stated, giggling while she spoke.

“I'm actually very glad you stopped by today, because we got some.”

Your eyes had widened at that.

“Don't you dare lie to me – did you really?”

A smile slipped onto her lips as she nodded. “Oh c'mon, Y/N, you know I'd never lie to you about books.”

“Show me, please!” You exclaimed eagerly.

Months ago, after finishing Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, you had become obsessed with the author. You had scouted all over Seoul, in search of any other book by him, only to end up empty handed. You had pleaded to Takumi and Asami, that if anyone had ventured in wanting to trade or sell anything by Haruki, to buy it and that you'd pay them double.

She turns around then, crouching down and searching for something she had hidden behind a bunch of other items. When she turns back around and stands up, it's with two books in her hands. Both of them being by Haruki Murakami. Going by the titles of, “1Q84,” and the other, “Sputnik Sweetheart,” of which Namjoon highly praised.

“Oh my god!” You had squealed, maybe a bit too loudly, but Asami was not complaining. She too had actually squealed with you.

“How much do I owe you for them?” You ask as you discarded your backpack and began to unzip it, only to cease your actions when she stopped you with words.

“Absolutely nothing.” She said, causing your eyes to fly up to hers, an incredulous expression working its way onto your face.

“What – no. I'm definitely paying you for--”

“Y/N. You are a college student, a kind girl who enjoys books. I'm not going to accept a dime from you. So either, you take them for free or you don't get them at all.” She said with a firm look on her sweet face.

And after a few more retorts of playful bickering you had finally accepted the generous gift, and took both of them, enjoying the way both books felt under your fingertips.

After thanking her more times than you could count, you then had waved goodbye to her, promising to return soon.

After your visit to the book store, you had then ventured to a nearby bench as you walked down a sidewalk that was entirely encircled by cherry trees that were just beginning to blossom. You had wiped the bench off before sitting and admiring the view. And this was a sight you would never be able to get used to seeing.

A view so enticing that words and no picture could do it justice.

And you sat there for the next few hours. Studying the tree's, observing people as they passed, and reading the first few chapters of Sputnik Sweetheart.

When the alarm on your phone went off, signaling that it was near six you had began to pack up your belongings, and then reread the text message Jungkook had sent you with directions to his apartment.

You liked where Taehyung, Hoseok's and your apartment was located, because it was as though you were within walking distance of anything, Jungkook's being included.

And with one last look over your shoulder, soaking in the sight of tree's, you turned back around, heading to where the directions sent you. You found yourself thinking, as you walked down the concrete, that getting out of the house was a good idea.

Against your thoughts, arriving at Jungkook's was not the least bit awkward, in fact, if a stranger had walked into his apartment, it would have been hard for them to realize that you two hadn't been friend's for a long time.

Jungkook lived in an apartment building, about twenty or thirty minutes away from yours if you walked. By car, it was considerably less, depending on traffic.

He lived in a good neighborhood near the University, on the third floor.

Upon entering the apartment, you're met with a small but comfortable appearing living room. Furnished with a black leather couch, a matching in color recliner, and a glass table sitting in between the two pieces of furniture. A tv sat on the far wall directed in front of the furniture.

Standing in the living room you're able to see the kitchen, a table along with four chairs surrounding it. And you find yourself wondering how Jungkook, a sophomore in college, could afford an apartment of this size, and still have money for the furnishing. But you keep your questions at bay for the time being.

You were both sitting in the living room, on the carpeted floor rather than the sofa or chair, because for someone reason you always found yourself being able to concentrate better on the floor.

“So, why did you decide to take Psychology anyway?” Jungkook inquires, a moment later. Shutting his Psychology book as he pushes it on the glass table sat in front of him. You two had been studying for nearly three hours, and who knew that staring at a bunch of words, could make your body feel so exhausted? His dark eyebrows raise upwards as he questions, curiosity glinting in his eyes.

Your small in stature body is situated with your legs crossed, your textbook, which you close as soon as he does his, is sat on your lap. He is to your right, on a different side of the table.

“Well..” You say, allowing your sentence to trail off as you start to glance around the living room. It's somewhat empty, excluding the living room set, is a bookshelf in the corner of the room and a few pieces of artwork aligning the wall. Ones you've never seen before.

The first is a picture of what seems to be the outline of a woman's body. One of the woman's breasts is showing, and her backside is revealed, painted in a green-gray color. The background of the painting a dark maroon.

The painting makes your cheeks turn a bright pink, your eyes immediately moving to the canvas beside it.

The second painting is much more modest. It's a simple drawing of two arms entwined, the hands holding and the fingers interlocked. You're about to ask Jungkook where he purchased the paintings, but when your eyes come across the third painting only finding it unfinished, your question drifts.

It's a drawing of a heart, and not the cartoon like heart, but a real beating heart. It's the one that captivates you the most due to the state of it, and the details you're able to make out from where you sit.

You suddenly stand up, pushing your book to the ground as you venture closer, wanting to get a better look at the painting. Jungkook's question fading as you stalk closer to the portrait, stopping only a few inches in front of it.

Your eyes travel from uncolored aorta, a small amount of red shaded around the area, it's location near the top of the muscle, to the left ventricle, where it too is colored red, but a shade darker, resembling a burgundy. And finally to the unfinished drawing of the blood vessels at the bottom.

“Wow.” You say, at a loss for wrods. Your arms crossing over your chest as each hand grasps either elbows on the opposite arm. You turn around to find Jungkook's eyes settled on yours, a nervous expression written across his face.

“Your work?” You ask, cocking an eyebrow.

He nods, his nose scrunching up after a second. “Yeah, I didn't want to hang them up, especially the heart since it's not entirely done, but Yoongi-hyung insisted-”

At the sound of his name your body seems to crumble a bit. Your heart beat quickening.

“that I should, said I could finish it anytime even though he preferred it unfinished for some weird reason.”

You hesitate, nodding along to his words. “Yoongi?” You ask, and you wince at the sound of your own voice venturing out a little awkwardly.

He narrows his eyes, but doesn't question it. “Yeah, we live together. Have since last year.”

And you should have figured, to be honest. The both of them were friend's after all, and like you noted earlier, there was no way Jungkook could afford an apartment of this size by himself.

You don't know what to say, so you just nod, walking back to where you sat earlier and taking a seat in the exact same spot.

“I'm glad he was able to convince you to hang them up, you're very talented.”

He offers you a genuine smile as your hands hold onto each other, the pad of your thumb rubbing around the back of your opposite hand.

For a brief moment you wonder if Yoongi is home. But surely if he was, he would have wandered into the living room at some point, wouldn't he have?

“So, why did you take Pyschology?” He asks a moment later, repeating his question from earlier.

“Well,” you say, silently thanking Jungkook for asking a question that could divert your attention easily.

“I've always had a knack for writing. And, as strange as it sounds, I've always enjoyed people watching. I guess taking Psychology, I thought, would help me become a better writer. Would somehow be able  to give my future readers insights to a certain character. I want them to be able to know what the character is feeling just by the way they are sitting – and this all sounds so ludicrous now that I'm allowing the words out into the open.”

You lift one of your hands to your hair, pushing the straightened yet somewhat unruly strands backwards, hoping to arrange them into a somewhat presentable way. A feeling of embarrassment washing through your being.

Jungkook shakes his head, his smile that you're growing to be quite fond of, still in place. “Absolutely not, actually it's quite admirable.”

His sentence catches you off guard, enough to entice a snort and the raise of your eyebrows. “Admirable?” you ask, “And why's that?”

His arms raise upwards towards the roof as he stretches. The pull of his shirt upwards causing the hem of his shirt to raise just a bit, exposing some of his skin.

“Well,” he says, his head tilting to the right as he shrugs his arms back down, rolling his shoulders back. He moves positions, outstretching his legs under the table while leaning backwards as his palms settle into the carpet.

“Your passion is writing, right?” A rhetorical question. “Well most people would just focus on that as their major. But you, you take it one step further, deciding to endure hours of nonstop talking, ruthless quizzes, and a shit load of reading. Just so your readers will be impressed and captivated more by your characters. Admirable, you're so dedicated it's different.”

His words cause your cheeks to burn slowly. Never had you been called admirable for a simple action of yours. Praise, you thought, as you stared at Jungkook, was different, different from Taehyung's - but something definitely enjoyable.

“Well, what about you?” You question, now curious yourself.

His pink hued lips push together for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing the tiniest amount as he thinks over what he wants to say.

“I guess it's because my parents wanted me to go into law school, and being able to read someone's body language is a big part of being a good lawyer or attorney. Psychology has a lot to do with human actions and what not, so I figured, 'why not?'”

You wait for a few seconds after he's finished speaking, to make sure that that's all he wants to say before inverting your own words. “Well what about you?”

“Hm?”

“You said and I quote, 'I guess it's because my parents wanted me to,' well, what about you? What do you want?”

“Ah,” he grunts out, nose scrunching up again. “You caught that.”

“Honestly?” he continues a second later. “I've never given it much thought. My entire life I've always wanted to impress my parents, y'know? Always wanted them to be proud, I guess along the way, I forgot to stop and ask myself what I wanted in life.”

His words cause your lips to tug downwards into a frown. Because you could not relate, you never grew up with the feeling of never making your parents proud wavering in the air. Every grade above an F was awarded with, “Way to go's!” And sticker smiley faces. They were not disappointed when you learned to ride your bike at age eight, but instead encouraged you and celebrated the so called “milestone,” (their words not yours) when it was passed.

You find your head turning in the direction of where the paintings are hanging up, your head tilting a tad as a thought comes to mind. Your eyes linger on the portrayal of the heart as you speak.

“Well what about painting?”

“Painting?” He questions, and he sounds like the thought is absolutely crazy, you turn your head towards the older boy.

“I mean don't get me wrong. If I had to choose something as my passion, it would be painting. I love it.  But with that being said, my work – they may be good, or nice to look at, but I could never make a living off of painting, Y/N.”

Your eyes narrow the smallest amount in response. “You're kidding, right? Jungkook, trust me when I say this, you've got talent. Pure, raw, talent.”

He shakes his head a moment later.

“Even if I am talented, or even considered painting for money, I heard that turning the thing you love most into your career can ruin it for you”

His statement causes your head to tilt a bit, teeth gliding across your lip.

“Well, think of it this way. What if you were to become a famous artist, Jungkook? Being paid to do what you're good at. Being paid to do what you enjoy. You'd be happy, and nothing is set in stone, y'know? Nothing says it has be what you do for the rest of your life, you're allowed to change your mind.”

He still looks conflicted, like he's unconvinced, but you're able to see a difference in his face. Like he's thinking over your words.

“All I'm saying is that you should do what you love, it's not as crazy as it sounds, you dweeb. Stop trying to make your parents proud,  try making yourself proud. Don't be a shell of the person you have the potential to be.”

His eyes lift upwards at that, moving to stare directly into yours. And the way he stares at you is like he's seeing someone different. Like you're much more than just a person, like you've opened his eyes.

“I think you're one of the first people besides Jin and Yoongi to say such a thing to me. To actually believe that I have potential for something bigger and better than law. And you're practically a stranger, so just – thank you.” He smiles then, a wide and genuine one that threatens to put the sun to shame.

You lift your shoulders up into a slow shrug after that.

As you part your lips to say something more, you're interrupted, and both of your attention is captured by the sound of a door opening.

When it's opened, you find your body filling with a familiar warmth that travels through your veins, sinking into your bloodstream.

Your breath catches in your throat when Yoongi steps into view.

At just the sight of him, it causes your heart to clench uncomfortably, your breath increasing in pace.

“Oh, Yoongi-hyung you're home early.” Jungkook's voice booms through the apartment. Your eyes travel from Yoongi's wet hair, this a sign that it had been raining again, to the leather jacket drowning him, and then to his eyes, and you notice immediately the dark circles settled under them.

And to your utter surprise, you are the one who breaks the eye contact first. Afraid that he is able to see traces of how wrecked you've been from the previous days. Your brown eyes fall to the carpet to study it, finding it to be a whole lot more interesting that it had been a few seconds prior to Yoongi's arrival.

Even as you look down, you're able to feel the warmth.

“We've just finished studying, we can move to the kitchen if you want to watch--”

“No,” you interject, half shocked at your own voice. Your eyes then raise and glance towards the clock hanging on the wall across the room, finding that it reads 9:30. Taehyung was definitely going to be worried.

“I have to get going anyway, Tae's going to be uneasy. Didn't expect to be here this late, to be honest.” You don't mean for your words to venture out as cold as they do, so you offer a small smile sent in Jungkook's direction after your words are spoken.

You then slowly stand up, gathering your Psychology book where it was placed on the floor.

“No, it's fine I'm just going to my room anyway so--” You turn your head at the sound of Yoongi's voice, it catching you off guard. He stops the moment your eyes have connected, and you can see that he's gotten rid of the jacket he had previously been wearing.

Tension slowly fills the room, and you're not sure if Jungkook can feel it. But if he does, he doesn't say anything about it.

You shake your head then, quickly. Your eyes glancing to the coat rack standing behind Yoongi where your backpack resides.

“No, really I have to go.” You rush out. And then you walk towards Yoongi, swallowing the lump that had been forming in your throat as your body comes closer to his.

He looks confused at first, especially when you stop just a few feet in front of him, your eyes studying his, trying your best to ignore the heat radiating throughout your body.

“My backpack, it's uh - behind you.”

You watch as he blinks, eyes not leaving yours. And you notice that he looks different. That where the angry expressions had been placed days ago were replaced with something soft. He looked almost gentle. And for a few uncomfortable seconds all that occurs between the two of you is eyes staring into each other's. A thousand questions forming on both ends stay silent.

His hair is now fully blue, any trace of black is gone. And you want to run your fingers through the strands, you want to ask him why he decided to dye it. The blue looked nice on him, definitely, but you were going to miss the black.

And then he's ripping his eyes from yours, ripping the heat away as he takes a step to the side, making a path for you to grab your jacket.

As you step where he stood a mere moment ago, you get a whiff of his cologne. You're able to recall that it's the same one he had been wearing the first time you had seen and spoken to him.

You ignore the feeling of your heart squeezing together in your chest as you retrieve your backpack and quickly walk past him, trying your best not to stare at him even though your body screams at you to do so. You walk to the spot you had previously been sitting and retrieve your textbook, pushing it into your backpack.

Jungkook is standing now, limbs stretching outwards, his muscles straining against his tshirt. “Alright well, let me grab my car keys and I'll take you home.”

You shake your head.

“No, no, don't worry. I'm going to walk.”

Jungkook's lips part, head tilting a tad.

“It's raining.”

“No, it just let up.” Comes a voice from behind you, causing your body to tense slowly.

You stare at Jungkook, giving him a serious and firm expression. “I'll be fine, if it starts raining again I'll give Taehyung a call.”

He still looks doubtful, like he wants to argue further, but you sling your backpack onto your shoulders and offer him a reassuring smile, hoping that it's believable.

“Need some fresh air anyway.” You continue.

After a moment of contemplating whether to force you into his car or not, he decides to let you walk. Figuring that forcing you, someone he has only met a few times, into his car, could be seen as creepy.

“Alright, alright, but be careful, okay?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Absolutely, and thank you so much for today. I already feel like I'm going to ace the next test.”

“Don't mention it,” he replies. A smile that matches yours,  appearing on his lips.

And then you're turning, walking towards the door,  not glancing in Yoongi's direction as you pull the door open and step out. Another thanks to Jungkook slipping from your lips as you shut the door. You may have not been staring at Yoongi, but you didn't need to, to know that he was staring at you.

Cold. That's what you feel. And even though the wind is blowing softly, causing the night air to cascade across your face, strands of your hair blowing freely in the breeze, you are entirely sure that it's not the cause for why you're feeling so cold. You find yourself pulling your hoodie closer to your body for the extra weight and warmth it offers.

Your small sized hands grasp the chains of the swing you've someone managed to find. You're not entirely sure how you ended up here, in this run down park with only the nearby streetlights acting as a source of light.  But you were able to get here by foot, meaning you'd be able to get home by foot. If only you could remember which way home was.

You sigh out, but you don't let the thought linger for long. It's hard to keep focused on it when your head is hanging back, your eyes watching the stars as they come into your view.

Your feet start to kick back and forth, increasing speed as you carry on. And suddenly you feel like laughing. Not the humorous type of laugh, but the laugh that happens right before the metaphorical dam breaks and the tears start to flow. The type of laugh that protagonists let out as their world starts to unravel around them. The sort of laugh that occurs when there's nothing left to do – not cry, or yell or fight.

You want to laugh because this is how it all started – years ago when you were sitting in a goddamn swing, and now, you suppose as you stare up at the sky, this is how it'll all end, you sitting in a goddamn swing.

Oh, the irony. And all you can do is swing as it starts to eat away at you.

You allow the bottom of your battered up tennis shoes to skid across the surface of the golden sand as you start to come to a stop, and reluctantly you push yourself upwards and out of the swing. Grabbing your backpack from the ground, you are about to start heading home, when, out of the corner of your eye, you spot something.

A merry-go-round.

You immediately find your body heading in the direction of the obstacle, your feet moving at an incredibly slow pace.

Once you reach the instrument, you climb onto it, letting your backpack fall somewhere near the playground toy. And then you situate yourself, finding your body fitting between two separate bars, your back lays as comfortably as it can, on the metal middle of the merry-go-round. Your legs dangling off the edge as your feet drag through the sand sitting at the bottom of the obstacle. This position gives you a much better view of the stars you think, as your eyes stare at up at the sky.

You're not sure what time it is, but you're certain that it's quite late. You had left Jungkook and Yoongi's apartment at around ten'o'clock. Hoping that the cool and fresh air would help clear your head, and rid the thoughts of Yoongi that were once again circulating your brain. But it had helped to no avail, because he was the clearest thing on your mind.

Your thoughts are then interrupted by a vibration coming from the pocket of your hoodie, for a moment you think about just letting it ring, that whomever it is will let up eventually and leave you be. But then again, it was quite late, and you still hadn't returned home. So it was probably Taehyung or Hoseok, one of them calling to make sure that you were okay.

Reluctantly you pull your phone out of your jacket, the screen brightness immediately causing your eyes to squint as they adjust to the light. And you were right, across the middle of the screen is Taehyung's contact photo, and his name.

You let out a sigh, as you prepare yourself for the lecture you are about to receive. Something along the lines of,

“Y/N, do you know how dangerous it is to be out alone?”

“Y/N where on earth are you!?”

Slowly, you slide your thumb across the green button, accepting the call. Taehyung's deep voice wastes no time before sounding through the speaker and into your ear.

“Y/N.” He simply states, his voice thick and rough, with traces of tiredness etched into it.

“Taehyung.” You reply.

“You're not home yet. Is everything okay?” He asks, even though he probably knows the answer.

You hesitate, allowing your thoughts to get the best of you. The entire ordeal had been eating away at you for days. It was obvious to everyone, because even now Taehyung, who knew never to push you for answers, was doing exactly that, proof in his words from this morning. And you thought, that maybe you'd be okay. But the few seconds you had seen Yoongi, everything seemed to dwindle, and cave in. It had felt like someone had reached into your chest, clenched their hand strongly around your heart and was continuing to squeeze it relentlessly. Trying to stop it from beating.

Of course, you thought, the day I decide to pull myself together is the day I see him.

You were sure that if it had just been a few days later, then you would have reacted differently, been able to push it away better.

“Y/N.” Taehyung's voice comes through the receiver a moment later, when you still hadn't replied. “Where are you?”

You let out an audible sigh, eyes still staring at the stars above. “M'not sure,” you mutter out honestly. “Some park, but I walked here from Jungkook's so it's not far from the apartment, I'll be able to walk home.”

You're met with a scoff leaving Taehyung's lips.

“Stay where you are, yeah? I know where you're at, I'll be there in a few minutes.” Before you have a chance to protest further, the line goes dead.

True to his word, Taehyung arrives within a few minutes after ending the phone call. Which is odd because to you, it had felt like hours that you were walking before you stumbled upon the park. But you weren't exactly in the right state of mind when you had been walking. Your thoughts had been screaming at you in loud voices that threatened to rip your hearing from you, you had been focusing on the sidewalk for the most part, surely walking in circles several times.

The first sign that Taehyung has arrived, is when you hear the familiar sound of speakers sounding way too loudly, causing loud vibrations and muffled music to slide into the otherwise quiet night. You grimace, hoping that the noise belonging to his car radio will not attract unwanted attention.

The second sign that Taehyung has arrived, is when a body jumps onto the merry- go-round, causing the side to which the majority of the weight is on, to tip ever so slightly. Your body jostling around a bit.

“Be careful, would ya?” You ask out loudly, a playfulness incised into your words. Your only response is Taehyung jumping forcefully a few times, this causing you to whine outwardly, and your head to fall back, his face coming into view almost instantly.

A smirk starts to pull itself onto the corner of his lips, as his eyes meet yours.

“Fancy seeing you here, yeah?”

You offer him a smile in response, not entirely sure knowing what you'd say if you were to try to speak at the given moment.

Luckily, Taehyung seems to sense that you're not in the mood for jokes, so instead of trying to initiate unwanted banter, he crouches down, until he's in a sitting position. He situates his legs so he's sitting Indian style, on the metal. And without asking, he slowly lifts your head before setting it back down in his lap, his legs creating a makeshift pillow for you.

And the small action only reminds you of why you love Taehyung so much. Because he's kindhearted,  a gentle person, with an old soul. Taehyung does things not with the expectation of receiving something in return, but just to do them.

“So,” he says after a moment of silence. He waits until your eyes are resituated on the stars above, but before he can continue speaking you butt in.

“Please,” you state, “please, do not ask me what's wrong. Because as of right now I'm feeling a bit emotionally vulnerable and may say something that I will in fact, regret come morning.”

You intended for your sentence to come out as a joke, but once you speak it, you notice how tense Taehyung's body goes beneath you, how stiff and meaningful your words truly are.

Taehyung lifts a hand to your hair, allowing his long and thin fingers to drift through the different locks as he remains quiet. You take this opportunity to glance at him, only to find his eyes staring at something in the distance. You note that his face looks conflicted in a way - like he wants answers, but he doesn't know in which a way he can go about getting them. He knows that pushing will only make you pull.

“You know,” he says quietly. Eyes still staring at nothing in particular. “When we were in highschool, you went through that thing,” He pauses. “The one where you got really depressed, and it was scary Y/N. Because I had never seen you like that. You weren't yourself. You know? You looked – looked like a fraction of the person you once were, and I still don't know what happened, or why that occurred, but I do know that I was scared.”

He pauses again, his head finally dropping so his eyes can meet yours. “I was scared because for the longest time I was afraid that I might wake up one day, to find out that you didn't.”

His words cause your breath to catch in your throat, and you swear that you can feel your heart slow. You sit up then,  your body moving to copy his as you sit across from him. Eyes staring into each others as he continues to speak.

“I felt so useless, helpless. Like there was nothing that I could do. Watching my besfriend go through something so drastic, pained me. And after all these years, I still go back and constantly think about how things could have differed if I had just been there for you.” He blinks, he seems to choke on his words then. “-- What I'm trying to say, is that I know that you don't like to let people in, or talk about your problems, or what bothers you. But, I just want you to know that I won't judge you, that I'd never judge you. And I say this, because your behavior this past week – it's reminding me of that time in highschool and Y/N, I want to be able to help this time, unlike the last. So please-”

He stops for a brief second, moving his hands to slowly grasp both of yours. The pads of this thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the back of your hands.

“Please, don't keep me at bay, not again.” He shakes his head as he continues. “Please let me help you. Let me help you in the way I never could. I know something is going on, it's obvious - I don't want to lose you again-”

But before he can finish his sentence it happens.

You aren't able to keep it to yourself anymore. The dam breaks. An avalanche occurs on a mountain. Tsunami waves crash over a village, and your emotions come pouring out of you so drastically that it stuns Taehyung into a shocked silence.

And the tears, they come, they fall, and they rush down your cheeks relentlessly. One after another, another, another. They drip into your hoodie, making it wet, they cause your makeup to smear in long streaks down your face.

For a moment the only thing Taehyung can do is sit there. because he wasn't entirely sure what he was expecting to come of this conversation tonight, but it certainly was not this. It certainly was not to see his bestfriend break down in front of him.

You cry, and it's not quiet cries. It's loud and it comes in forms of tidal waves that threaten to sink you. It comes in incoherent words, and pleading. Pleading for Taehyung it just make it stop.

To make the pain that rests deep within your heart to disappear.

Because it hurts. Hurts so badly. And all you can see in your mind are pictures of Yoongi in form of a video replaying over and over in your head.

From the first encounter, eager lips and rushed words. The way he looked at you, to how he said you were enthralling. To the second, which was filled with angry accusations and rejection. To the car, where he had thrown horrid insults to you, and denied you any chance of even a friendship, of being able to prove yourself valuable enough for his time. And finally to the last. From the dark circles under his eyes, to the softness in his gaze.

It hurt.

It hurt.

It. Hurt.

One of your hands breaks away from Taehyung's and flies to your chest, your fingers clenching around the fabric of your sweatshirt as if you're trying to claw your way to your heart, so you can rip it out and not feel the way it's crumbling inside of you.

“Please make it stop,” you cry. “Just make it stop. Make it fucking stop.” Anger says as it forces its way out of your mouth.

Everything you had kept at bay since the day of meeting Min Yoongi is rushing out of you, every feeling you had pushed back, every thought you had refused to think, all of the numbness was wearing off and everything flew into you like knives piercing your skin.

The last thing you remember fully that night, the part that does not come in pieces, is Taehyung's arms moving around your shoulders, tugging you into his chest. He presses his lips to your hair, as he starts to rock your body back and forth. He is trying to soothe you, trying to get you to calm down as much as he can.

“You're going to be okay Y/N.” He whispers. “I've got you. I've got you. I've always got you.” His voice is shaky, and he's squeezing you tightly, in an embrace so warm that you never want to leave it.

The rest of the night is a blur.

When you wake up the next morning, your head is throbbing. It's a pain you've never experienced in that particular area before. You've had headaches before, but this could not be classified as a headache.

Your eyes are sore too, or so they feel that way. When your fingertips move to graze across your eyelids, it stings.

You slowly sit yourself up, and with one glance around the room you're in, you immediately recognize it as your own.

But you have no recollection of anything that took place after you had started to cry at the park.

It almost scares you, having no memory for a certain extent of time. You look down your body to see what you are wearing, and you are not wearing what you were the night before.

Gone is your hoodie and your jeans, and instead you are in one of your oversized tshirts, one that is long enough to be considered a short dress. One that absolutely drowns you and covers your lower half a somewhat modest amount.

You turn towards your black nightstand, trying to see what time it reads on the clock, and your eyes almost pop out of your head when the white numbers across the screen read 4:03 PM. Just how long had you been asleep?

Next to your alarm clock is a glass of water, with two pills you recognize as pain killers sitting next to it.

You down the pills almost as quickly as your eyes had laid on them, the water – a nice feeling on your dry mouth and throat. Once the water is set back down, you decide that you better get up and find out the events you are missing from last night. But you halt when the door to your bedroom opens, only just a smudge.

A figure appears through the crack, your eyes squinting a small amount to try to put a name to the disfigured face, but when the figure sees that you are awake, the door is pushed open enough to reveal Taehyung standing in the middle of the threshold.

“Hi.” You say weakly as he slowly walks in, shutting the door behind him. You're not sure what to do – you feel naked, for some reason. Like Taehyung can see your entire soul as clear as day.

“You feeling okay?” He says in a whisper as he takes a seat on the bed a few inches away from you. His head turns to face you as your eyes meet.

You offer him a meek nod in response, unable to form words.

“I know you probably have a lot of questions about last night --” he trails off for a moment, eyes not glancing away from yours. “So ask away, and I'll explain.”

You hesitate, swallowing the lump that has formed in your throat.

“Um – what, uh, what happened after the park? The last thing I remember is starting to cry, but everything after that isn't well, isn't there.” You state, referring to your thoughts.

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he moves his eyes away from yours.

“You were a mess, to put it lightly.” His voice lowering an octave. “I have never seen you like that, but that's not really a surprise, is it? You well - I managed to carry you to the car, but you didn't stop crying the entire ride home, or even after we got here. I was able to get you in the bathroom just in time for you to throw up. You uh, you had made yourself sick.”

Your lips purse together, embarrassment, shame, and other emotions rushing through your body. You let your head hang down, your eyes staring at the comforter covering your bed.

“We got home around two, and you threw up on and off again until three thirty. You must have lost thirty pounds, there was just so much – and I'm not sure how you were able to do it considering you've hardly consumed enough to stay alive this week.”

It's quiet then. For a few minutes, your hands resting flatly against your bed covers as you let out a slow breath.  “I am so sorry Taehyung.”

He ignores you though, starting to speak again.

“I need you to tell me what happened, Y/N. Because you scared me last night. Scared me so badly I almost called your parents.”

At that, your head immediately lifts, eyes finding his as panic starts to fly across your features. You loved your parents, but you didn't want them to worry, you didn't want them to see you as incapable of taking care of yourself.

“Don't worry,” he rushes out after studying the panic strewn across your face. “I didn't. But I nearly did. So I just -” he lets out a breath. “I know it may seem somewhat unfair, but I need answers. Because whatever made you react the way you did last night, it isn't nothing, and it was so bad. You have to tell me.”

Before you can register your own words they rush out.

“I'll tell you Taehyung.”

This shuts him up immediately, eyebrows furrowing. Probably a shock to him, and if you were being truthful, it was a shock to yourself. But everything had been eating away at you, he was right, you were falling back into old patterns.

And it was too late to try to pass it off as nothing, you had broke down last night, he knew it wasn't nothing. You weren't going to keep him fully in the dark.

“But, you can't tell anyone.” You say firmly. “I'm serious. No one.” You state, as your stomach starts to churn from nervousness.

He nods in agreement.

And then you're searching, searching your brain for answers. Because you desperately want to tell him the truth, but you won't be able to do that while keeping Yoongi's identity a secret. If you were to tell him what had occurred between the two of you, Taehyung would flip out. His over protectiveness would fly into overdrive, and he'd possibly beat Yoongi's ass. This ruining any relationship between Namjoon and Jin, and you couldn't cause that, you absolutely couldn't.

You take a deep breath, eyes drifting to Taehyung's leg, watching as it bounces quickly. Something he does when he's nervous. A tell-tale sign of uneasiness.

“The night we met Seokjin and his friend's, we were at a club, remember?” You ponder.

Taehyung mutters out an, “Mh,” in response.

“I – I don't know if you'll know, because you weren't really around, but I left early that night.”

You look up when you are met with silence, to only find Taehyung's head nodding slowly, this a gesture for you to continue, to explain further.

“Well it was crowded, as you know. Meaning there were multiple people and – the point is that, that night, I,” you let out a deep breath, head tilting backwards as the fabricated lie continues to form in your head. “I met uh, I met my soulmate.”

Taehyung's bouncing leg had stilled at that, him letting out a shaky breath once the words were spoken. His eyes had directed themselves to yours, staring at you in shock.

“And, to put it lightly,” you say, head raising, trying to blink back tears that were trying to form in your eyes at just the thought of the situation between Yoongi and you. “I was told that a relationship between the two of us, would never work out.” You gulp. “I was rejected by one of my soulmate's.”

You were expecting an angry scold from Taehyung, for withholding this information from him, or perhaps maybe comforting from him. Whatever you were expecting, It was definitely not the tears that slid down Taehyung's face once you had stated the last of your sentence.

“What--” you had muttered in disbelief, your right arm flying outwards, so your palm could rest comfortably against his back.

“I'm- I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you.” He says, rushed words leaving his lips. “Maybe if I had stuck around, or if I wasn't out getting drunk I would have noticed, oh shit,” he's able to state in between words. Tears streaming down his cheeks.

And even though he wasn't as unemotional as you, you had only seen him cry a few numbered times. And every time you witnessed it, it reminded you of a baby. Innocent, and pure. The sight was heatbreaking.

Realization hits him suddenly. “That explains why you were acting so off the next week. God,” he lets out a breath as he runs a hand through his unbrushed hair. “I-- I should have pushed. I'm so sorry for being such a lousy friend, I should have been there Y/N.” He says, eyes now rimmed red. Rings starting to encircle the area.

“No-” you are able to choke out, because this is the last thing you wanted. Your bestfriend blaming himself for something that absolutely had nothing to do with him.

Your eyes fill with tears as pure bewilderment rushes through your form.

“Taehyung,” you draw his attention, his glossy eyes staring into yours. “Don't, alright? Nothing could have been done that night to make things happen differently. You being there or not, wouldn't have changed his mind. It's-” you breathe out, “It's what the Universe wanted, right? The Universe has a thing for letting stuff play out. It's not your fault so don't you dare blame yourself.” A breath. “And besides, you know me, Tae, you know me. You know I don't like to talk about things that upset me. You know that there's no way I would have told you something if I didn't want to- and besides, you weren't the one who rejected me without even knowing me.”

He runs the back of his hand across his face, wiping up some of the streaks of tears that stain the skin. He nods his head in retaliation to your spoken words, sniffling every few seconds.

“Whoever he is, he's a goddamn asshole.” Taehyung says sternly, head turning to face you. “He sounds like a rude fucker.”

Your lips start to push down in a frown, eyes staring deeply into his.

“No he's not, or maybe he is, I'm not sure. All I know is he has his reasons, I suppose. As upset as I am, there's nothing I can do about it. This is what the Universe gave me.” You shrug. “But I hope when I find the other one, he'll let me introduce myself properly before deciding he wants absolutely nothing to do with me. If not, I'm going to have a very heated discussion with the star we were created from.”

Taehyung had nodded along to your words, the smallest smile you have ever seen on his lips, forming slowly around the edges.

“Just know, that no matter what happens, whether you end up with one of your soulmates or not - you will always have me.”

A smile pushes at the corner of your lips in response, because you vaguely remember him saying something of the sort the night before.

“Always.” You agree.

Pt. 07

A/N -  Platonic love is as important as romantic love. I hope I was able to somehow portray this in this chapter, because that was what this chapter was mostly about. Whether it be from Hoseok excusing himself so Taehyung could get the reader to open up, or to the reader trying to get Jungkook to do things to make himself proud, or to how Taehyung was there for the reader when she had her break down. Romantic love isn't everything, so remember to keep your friend's close, and also don't forget about them when you are in a relationship! Anywho, I must apologize for how long it took me update. I am well aware of how long it was and I can't apologize enough. I don't want to make excuses, but a lot of things occurred this week, one of them being *cue dark music* writer's block! Luckily, I was able to overachieve it. I hope that this 11k chapter (i am SO sorry) somehow makes up the wait! I am going to try to update weekly, but no promises! I must thank you all again for the messages I've received. Whether it's a one sentence message or a five paragraphed one, I enjoy all of them, so much. From everyone who reblogs, to everyone who hearts, to everyone who reads - I love you all, and appreciate all of the support. Please feel free to send me your opinions, your theories, or your thoughts, I love receiving all sorts of feedback. And okay, it's so hard to write Yoongi this way. Especially after he goes live and he's so cute. The way his nose scrunches, and his eyes. Jesus. Is it obvious who I bias? Anyway, this is gettingto be  much too long. But just -- thank you, really, to everyone reading. I hope this chapter sufficed and pleased people, and I am sorry if it didn't. Have a fantastic day/night, and stay safe!

[thenewtdimension]

It all points to you - pt.1

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Prompt: Soulmate AU requested by anon. One shot(x) or Chapter (x) pt.1/2 || (next part) Word count: 2.3k Warnings: none Genre: Fluff? Maybe a Tiny Speck of angst? A/N: I’m tremendously sorry for all the tardiness!! University has started so it’s all gotten pretty hectic.. to make it to to you, I’ve decided this is gonna be a two chapter fic! The next chapter will be probably uploaded next week tho, as I have yet to finish it. Also, this isn’t some of my best work.. it really isn’t...so please bear with me. Sorry for any grammar/spelling errors!

The world seemed to work in odd, surprising ways. For every person existed another, tied together by an inconspicuous red string of fate. Those, no one could see, though they had no reason to. On each person's wrist lay imprinted a compass, working restlessly all hour of every day of every year, hoping for the bearers' attention to glance their way just at the right moment, just at the right second the string's ends could intertwine.

At least half of the population was a result of this, of having been aware at the time their half crossed their path. They were, mostly, the married and the bearers of children.

Some say it destiny proven to be true. Yet in the back of most people's minds flashed a thought very possible. That is, while they say that, one way or another, pairs will have more than one chance to meet, there are those who never stop wondering.

The world didn't play on destiny, it played on chance. And being a horrible gambler yourself, you decided to ignore all thoughts of attempting to find the person at the end of your shared string. If you were to meet, so be it. You believed it was better not to force it.

If voiced aloud, some would call you mad - you see, no one wanted to end up alone. No one. So everyone, or almost everyone, tried their very hardest - obsessed, actually, over the burden the compass ensued.

Eventually, you came to hide such a thing. You became negligent to the idea, completely absorbed in your own little world instead. Being a witch left little time for those types of worries to cross your mind, either way.

You had developed a love for Herbology and healing since childhood. After graduating Hogwarts you were thankful to have gotten a permit to open up a small herb shop - while also being able to operate as an emergency healer if needed. As of late, however, you had planned to close the store for the time being and restock on some fresh herbs and fungi.

It was a routine you had created thus far. Each month the shop would be closed for a few days and you'd go around either Britain or a wider range of European land in search for this fungi or that plant.

Dusting your apron, already used to the various shades of green and red and other variety of colors splattered on it, you went to help the last costumer of the day.

"Dearie, you will be back by Monday won't you?" A feeble old lady, Mrs. Hobbs, asked. She was a regular, often coming to you instead of St. Mungo's (something about long procedures and lack of patience) for a checkup and some remedies. She was sweet, and you were grateful for the conformity she brought to your life.

You smiled, "Yes, Mrs. Hobbs. Monday at 8 o'clock, as per usual."

Returning your cheeky expression and holding on to her cane, you escorted her as she made her way out.

"I will see you then, dear. Oh, remember to let your compass breath before something bad happens, understood?"

Midway, her words began fading with distance, but you waved and chuckled before the words sunk in. Right. The compass. She must have noticed you had it concealed.

Closing the door with a click, activating the shudders and putting up both a lock and a protection charm, you took off your apron before giving your second home a last look and apparating in your apartment. You had tuned your actions to 'automatic,' truly lacking a desire to think about such things, about soulmates and the myths around them.

But after being days without seeing it, you couldn't help but take off the think piece of silk that covered it. And you stared. On your wrist it glared, arrow still moving lethargically erratic and without rest. It was always like that. Not just for yourself, but for the people that hadn't found their halves as well.

Sighing, you covered it again.

It wasn't that you were against soulmates or finding 'the other half,' you were just too tired to make it your whole life's purpose or sole ambition. So you hid that 'part of life' away and continued onward. At that age, however, people had begun to ask questions. Why weren't you trying to find that person? You could just ignore it, why hide it? You were constantly told to not mess with destiny and whatever it had in store for you. To not hide it for it was central to one's being. Which is why you understood why Mrs. Hobbs said what she did.

After having it hidden for so long, your nights and dreams had become dreadful and dark in a literal sense. Lately it even seeped into your days, a sense of gray overshadowing the passing hours. You suspected it had to do with lack of interest and chase in the matter, but you hadn't put such theories to the test. Not even at night did the silk band come off.

Of course, you weren't going to put it to the test now, for you didn't want to stare at it. Instead, you went and packed some important instruments in your favorite comfy leather bag.

Then, in a manner of seconds, you were far from home again.

The forests of Scotland were amongst your favorites. The different shades of greens soothed your eyes, the barks offering solace and ground when their branches took you too far, be it by imagination or distance. Even when they got thick and the fog reached your knees, you wanted to explore and often kept going. Every new discovery was appreciated and fawned over, from every new herb found to the creatures that scattered about and sometimes hid from your presence.

You apparated into one of the forest's clearings, and carefully got to work. Your feet swiftly took you towards the well-known trees and bushes, while your eyes scanned around for the fungi spots already imprinted in your memory.

It didn't take long to get to your favorite tree. It stood right before a clearing's pathways and the beauty it displayed could leave anyone breathless. The evergreen leaves and the hanging moss swayed in the wind, while its white flowers peppered the air.

You neared the tree, hoping to take its beauty in for a second longer before leaving to find some aconite. But as you went to pick one of the flowers mid-flight, a strong gust of wind suddenly shook the branches, the moss almost entangling your body as it trembled and shivered.

As another wave of wind hit you, your arms instinctively went to shield your face as you heard the whistling sound pass by and… was that someone… talking?

Intrigued as to who would be so deep inside a place people seldom ventured, you lowered your arms and went in the direction of the sound.

That was, until warm hands cradled your head, your face pressed against some man's chest. He wore a vest, soft and mustard colored, and you thought it a bit odd before realization settled in. And your body quickly began to protest, but pushed with little force because of your evident confusion.

"Excuse me! Who-"

But the man held you tighter, although with hesitation, and brought you through apparation behind your favorite tree. Just a few seconds after, the wind picked up. It still managed to shake you slightly.

"Shhh," he whispered, somehow stupefying you enough to drown out your protests. Then, the sound of nasty snapping - of trunks splitting in half - and branches crunching as if under feet soon erupted all around you.

Once your eyes were unshielded, and the man gently pushed you away, both the breeze and sounds had practically stopped. But before you could try and talk to him and demand answers, he apparated back where he held you before. You moved around the tree, hurriedly following him. How dare he- Who- what?

"Who do you think you are-" you began but quickly stopped. Your eyes had gone from hard to soft after locking with his own and understanding what was happening. Because you see, right behind the man, and a few feet from you, stood a dragon.

It was a Hebridean Black, with sleek black scales glistening in the dying sunlight. The sheer size of it, cramped in a rough patch of forest and broken trees trunk and branches, and its overpowering aura left you breathless. Now you knew where the cacophony of sounds had come from. The dragon has just landed.

Letting out a surprised yelp, your hands quickly covered your mouth, as the dragon's amethyst orbs pierced your own - and so did the stranger's blue-green ones.

"I'm actually - ah…. W-would you mind bowing a little? He was a bit hard to calm down, you see," the man asked, and almost instantly your body did as he asked. Clearly, you did not know proper dragon etiquette. Besides, considering the situation, you were almost sure he was not there to hurt you - you were more like a casualty.

And that voice… the hushed, amused yet respectful tone… the longer you heard it, the melodic it turned, and your cheeks colored beet red. You had never, ever in your life heard such a beautiful voice. Of course you wanted to comply, at least this once. The thought was slightly concerning, and you decided to lock it away for the moment.

"Thank you… Arthur is rather prideful, he is," he said, voice piercing you despite the low tone. As an afterthought, could have sworn you heard a quiet "not dangerous."

You straightened just in time to see him move swiftly, but with grace, towards the creature before them. He raised his hand, and you resisted the urge to yell that it might not be the best idea. Yet without any problems at all, the dragon nuzzled his head under a man's hand.

It was an odd sight. They were said to be aggressive so you never neared them. But there he was, a curled haired man, cuddling a dragon.

Weren't they supposed to be looked after by a Scottish clan?

"Isn't he supposed to be in an open space?"

The man's curls bopped slightly as he nodded, freckled hand caressing the creature before him. It… started to look more like a dog, truly.

"Yes, but Arthur seemed to have escaped," he murmured, appreciating how you didn't run away screaming at him for being a 'lunatic' or other dreadful names, "When I heard, I- I couldn't stop myself from helping. He's not dangerous, you know…" And he wasn't sure why, but he couldn’t help but reveal his actions to you, either. He figured you deserved it, after being intruded on what he figured was a once peaceful walk. Yet you stayed, and you didn't yell… on the contrary, you had turned curious.

"I see…" you began, "Is it… alright? Are - are you alright?"

Blinking at both questions, he looked at you as if you had gone completely mental. A woman. Asking about the well-being of a dragon - on that day and age. Not only that, but asking the strange man with it if he was alright after he had held her without consent, without asking - even if it was for your protection.

A burning sensation gathered at his cheeks, and he wondered why the question tugged at his heart and warmed his chest, "y-yes... We're both fine, miss…?"

"Oh," you jumped a bit, surprised at your own rudeness and ears heating in embarrassment, "I am (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)."

You had begun to move about, picking up a few mushrooms that the wind managed to get out of your bag. It was a distraction, for you knew your feet would lead you closer to them if they had a will on their own. And oh did they lead you closer.

"I've already met.. Arthur, was it?" you asked, gesturing towards the dragon. The man nodded. "But.. What's yours?"

Now only separated by a few feet, you could see him properly. He was very tall and lanky, and you appreciated how it suited him so. The curls atop his head stuck out in every direction - he must have been hit by the wind earlier as well. And his skin, adorned with freckles and light visible scars, was as captivating as his eyes.

His eyes wondered to the ground as he caught your stare, "I'm Newt Scamander," he said and quickly offered his free hand.

You shook it lightly, frowning at the electric current that passed between the touching skins.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Scamander," you said and he scrunched his nose a little.

"Please, just Newt is fine," he murmured, a smile twitching slightly and a hand going for his pocket watch before pocketing it once more.

"It's time to continue now, Arthur. The Macfustys are waiting," he nudged the creature a little, carefully. The dragon let out a grunt like sound that seemed rather whiny, and the man turned back to you.

"Thank you... For your concern," he smiled "and I am deeply sorry for startling you earlier - couldn't have you knocked off your feet now,"

He took a step closer to the dragon before continuing, "Also, seeing as it'll be windy again.. You might want to apparate a few meters out of this area,"

You nodded before moving back, "Yes… and thank you, for shielding me."

The last thing you saw of him was his ghost of a smile, as both of you apparated before Arthur could take flight again. You had left without some of the ingredients.

Once back at your apartment, you let out a shaky breath. The day had been too weird, and you were too tired to do anything but relax.

You were only halfway through the kitchen, with your tea already being prepared in the air, when you noticed your wrist. Its protective silk was gone. And your compass, which once moved incessantly, stood absolutely still.