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@aew It's starting to get a bit frigid outside, but don't fret, MxM are here to help you out in their latest P(hasion) Service Announcement!

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My Significant Bother - Ch 4

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: SMUT, piv, unprotected sex (don't do it), mxf, mxm, some angst if you squint, unrequited love(?), Mean Jisung (kinda?) I probably missed some (I'll eventually remember all the tags -_-)

Pairing: MinSung x fem!reader

dividers made by @cafekitsune

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It's been four weeks since Minho's birthday. Four weeks since you slept with your enemy. Minho gave you and Jisung the ok—basically a blessing—to continue fooling around. You were both hesitant, but Jisung seemed more than happy. He slowly touched you more and more at home, but not as much in public.

You were both at work, Jisung still sitting at the desk you put him at. It was a slow day at work, and all you had to do was answer some emails and send out finished products to your clients. Since getting the ok from Minho, he has given you subtle touches and kisses where and when he could on you.

Lunch rolls around, and Hyunjin, Felix, and Changbin head out to eat. As soon as the three leave, Jisung gets up and comes over to you. He gently grabs your head and tilts it back so you're looking up at him from your seat. He leans down and smashes his lips into yours, kissing you deeply.

"I've been wanting to do that all week." He says after pulling away. "Seeing you all dressed up for work in the new clothes you got, just does something to me, Y/nnie."

You blink up at him and look at your outfit. "It's just a blouse and a skirt, Jisung." He reaches forward and slips his index finger into the cleavage of your blouse, lightly brushing his finger over your skin.

"May be just a blouse, but I get a great view, and I honestly want to see them again." He leans down and kisses along your jaw and down your neck. "God, I want to mark you again." He kisses a hickey that Minho left on the crook of your neck, making you shiver a bit. He stands up and grabs your hand, bringing you over to the little kitchen area of your office. He carefully picks you up and sits you on the counter. Jisung knew there were no cameras there, so he'd be safe with you until the team got back.

He pushes your skirt up so he can open your legs to stand between your knees. He places one hand on your bare thigh and one on the back of your neck. He closes his eyes and kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. He tilts your head back again, deepening the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You both groan out when you allow him entrance.

He slides his hand up your thigh and under the rest of your skirt to play with the lace of your panties. He grins into the kiss when he feels the wet spot from your excitement.

"I know we're at work, but I can't wait till we are back home. I need you now." He whispers on your lips. Quickly, he undoes his button and zipper on his slacks, pulling his cock through his boxers. He moves your panties out of the way and quickly pushes himself into your entrance. You cover your mouth to muffle your moans, brows scrunched together in pleasure.

He pulls your shirt up and puts his head under the cloth, latching onto your breasts. He bites, licks and sucks the skin, leaving hickies that won't be visible under your shirt. You hold onto his head with one hand, your other lays flat on the counter. Jisung pumps into you fast and hard, making you arch your back. He moves one hand down to between your legs to quickly rub your clit as he fucks into you.

"Need to be quick before they get back.." He pants against your breast as he fucks into you. He moves his other hand to your lower back, helping you move closer to the edge of the counter. "Fuck..still so tight. I missed this..four weeks was too long.." He groans, feeling you clench around his cock.

"Did you miss this too, Y/nnie?" He moves your bra off one breast with his teeth. You don't vocally answer, but you clench around him again. He chuckles. "You missed your enemy fucking into your tight, warm cunt, huh?" You groan and arch. He could tell you were getting close.

"Cum for me, Y/n. Cum for your Sungie.." He mumbles as he latches onto your nipple, sucking hard on it, thrusting harder into you. You grip his head and bite your lip, stifling your moan as you cum hard around him, cunt clenching around his cock. He groans against your breast as he continues to rut into you. He fucks you through your high, continuing for a few minutes longer before he thrusts hard and deep into you, cumming as deep into you as he could.

He pulls away from your breast, taking his head out of your shirt. He smiles at you, eyes glassy and shiny.

"Fuck I missed this." He kisses you softly before reaching over to grab paper towels. Your breathing was hard, warm against his neck. Without sliding out of you, he gets the paper towels wet, ringing out the excess water. He slowly slides out of you, both of you groaning at the feeling. He cleans you first, putting your panties and skirt back into place before cleaning himself up and tucking his cock back into his pants.

He helps you down from the counter and fixes your hair for you before cupping your cheeks, peppering your lips and face with quick little kisses, making you giggle. He smiles and grabs yours and his food from the fridge. Once on the couch, you both eat silently, Jisung sitting right next to you so your legs touch.

"So.." you take a bite of your food. Jisung lets out a 'hmm?' as he eats. "'Your Sungie', hmm?" You smile at him. His face turns a bright red, not making eye contact. "You fuck me twice and suddenly you're 'my Sungie'?" You turn some to face him. He sets his food down and covers his face.

"I'm sorry. I was in the moment." His words muffled against his hands.

"This is a completely different Jisung than I'm used to. What happened to this tough, 'Y/n is my enemy' persona?" You laugh. He groans into his hands again. "Eat, I'll stop teasing you for now." You chuckle and eat your food.

Jisung managed to pull you into a storage closet for another quickie later in the day before you all had to get ready to leave. On the way to Minho's car, Jisung was teasing you, making you smile wide. Minho grins and chuckles.

"Hi, kitten. It seems like you and Jisung got pretty close lately. Did something happen at work?" He leans over and kisses your reddening cheeks.

"I maayyyy~ have fucked her in the office during lunch. And maayyyy~ have fucked her again in a storage closet." Jisung chuckles.

"It took you four weeks to fuck again after I told you it was fine?" Minho looks back at Jisung, the younger shrugging in response. Minho laughs. "I hope you cleaned the office where you fucked her though?"

"We did. I made sure of it." You say, buckling in. Minho smiles and holds your hand, driving back home. You all walk inside, some boxes of your things still stacked in the hall.

"I appreciate you finally saying yes to moving in, kitten." Minho chuckles and walks behind you, hands on your ass.

"You had a very compelling argument, my love." You laugh as he squeezes softly.

"Ha. Compelling my ass." Minho snorts. He kisses your cheek and pats your ass. "Go get changed. I'll start dinner." He smiles at Jisung and walks off to the kitchen. You smile and walk off to the bathroom, taking your makeup off. You go into the bedroom, more boxes of your stuff, mostly clothes, are stacked against the wall. You change into a pair of sleep shorts and a camisole. Tossing your blouse, slacks and bra into the laundry hamper. You go back to the living room and sit on the couch, tucking your legs under you. Jisung joins you not much longer, sitting next to you. He opted out of a shirt and was wearing just grey sweatpants.

"Hi, Y/nnie." He places a hand on your leg, gently rubbing your bare skin, goosebumps erupting across your legs.

"Hi, Jisung. Something I can help you with?" You look at him, raising a brow.

"Mm. Quiet possibly." He grins and indicates to his lap. You stare at him for a moment, before your eyes shift down. His sweat pants had a very obvious tent. Your eyes shift back up to his.

"You fucked me twice today, and you still manage to want to fuck again?" You laugh out.

"Can you blame me? Have you seen how hot you are?" He points at you. "Plus, you have, like, the best pussy I've ever had." He laughs and you snort, rolling your eyes. He gently grabs your wrist and waist, carefully and playfully pulling you into his lap, making you straddle him.

"Minho is making dinner. You can't wait?" You place your hands on his shoulders.

"Mm. Maybe." His hands rub your hips before slowly creeping up to your breasts. He thumbs your nipples through your cammie until they're hard. He groans, cock twitching against you through his pants. He leans forward and gently bites your nipple, looking up at you as he sucks, making the fabric wet. He repeats the action with the other side.

"Really, Jisung?" You shake your head. Minho comes out and plops in the seat where you previously sat, startling you a bit.

"Food is in the oven. Seems like you two are having fun." He grins as Jisung lets go of your nipple, sitting back. The younger grins back at Minho.

"Now that you're here, maybe we can have more fun?" He winks. You look between the boys, both sporting mischievous grins.

"Can we wait till after dinner? I'd rather the house not burn down." You chuckle nervously. The boys grin wider up at you before nodding. They tease you with touches and kisses, Jisung rutting his hips up into you while dinner cooked. After dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, Minho picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder, making you yell in surprise. Jisung laughs and follows you both to yours and Minho's bedroom where your boyfriend unceremoniously tosses you on the bed.

You squeak when you're dropped. Minho chuckles as he takes his shirt off, eyes flicking from you to Jisung. He stalks over to Jisung and roughly grabs his jaw. The younger one looks up at Minho, eyes wide and shiny. Grinning, Minho captures Jisung in a heated kiss, shoving his tongue into his friend's mouth. Jisung groans out, cock visibly twitching in his pants. You watch, eyes wide as well.

After a moment, Minho breaks the kiss and moves to Jisung's neck then left pec, sucking large hickeys onto his skin. Jisung moans and blushes, holding onto Minho. Just as fast, he turns back to you and crawls over you on the bed. You look up at your boyfriend, a hungry look in his eyes. He quickly takes your cammie off and bites your right breast, leaving an equally large hickey on your skin. Your hand grips his hair as he moves to your left and repeats. Jisung crawls into the bed next to you.

He pulls back and smiles down at you. "Are you ready kitten?" He runs his fingers over the skin of your stomach and sides.

"Should I be worried?" You look between the boys. They both shake their heads.

"Nothing to worry about, kitten. Just hungry and wanna make you feel good." Minho leans down and kisses your forehead. You tell them you're ready and Minho climbs off you, taking your panties and shorts off you. Jisung takes one of your nipples in his mouth and shucks his pants off him, kicking them on the floor. Your boyfriend moves down between your legs as you open them for him, Jisung moving to kneel next to your head.

"Is this ok?" The round cheeked boy asks, making sure what he's asking is ok with you. You nod and open your mouth for him. He adjusts his position before slipping his cock into your mouth just as Minho slides two fingers into you. You moan around Jisung's length, arching your back a bit. The older chuckles and pumps his fingers slowly inside you, licking and sucking on your clit. You grip Jisung's thigh with one hand, the other wrapping around the base of his cock.

Jisung groans out and slowly starts to pump his hips into your mouth, grabbing onto the headboard with one hand. You moan out again, sending vibrations through Jisung as he closes his eyes tight for a moment, stilling his hips for just a second. Minho slides a third finger inside you and curls them into your sweet spot, making you arch your back and moan loudly.

"Fuck, hyung. You never mentioned how good her mouth felt." Jisung groans out and Minho just chuckles, licking into your cunt as his fingers curl into you again. You groan and lick and suck on Jisung's cock, arching your back again as Minho goes back to licking and sucking on your clit, his fingers moving deep inside you. You clench around his digits, feeling yourself get close to release. Jisung reaches down and gently pinches one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, playing with the hardened nub as he moans your name.

Jisung continues to fuck into your mouth as you continue to lick and suck him. Minho curls his fingers inside you again, making you clench around his fingers as you cum hard. He licks up your release, sliding his fingers out of you and into his mouth, licking them clean. Jisung swears a few times before he cums down your throat, swallowing everything. Jisung groans a bit as he pulls out of your mouth.

"How do you feel, kitten?" Minho kisses and nips at your thighs.

"Good, little sleepy." You rub your face. Jisung moves down the bed to lay next to you, giving you a kiss when you move your hands.

"Think you have it in you for round two?" Minho kisses up your body, nipping every so often until he reaches your neck. He sucks on your skin, making you moan into Jisung's mouth. Your boyfriend smirks. "I'll take that as a yes?" He chuckles. Jisung pulls away and looks at Minho. Minho gets up and takes his pants and boxers off, dropping them on the floor. He gets on the bed and pulls you on top of him so you are straddling him.

"Hi, baby." You smile down at him as you grab his cock, slowly stroking him. Minho hums, smiling, watching your hand stroke him. Jisung watches, his own dick getting hard again.

"You wanna hop on, kitten? I wanna feel your warmth." He playfully ruts his hips into your hands as much as he can. You nod and adjust yourself, slipping his cock into you. You moan out and sit all the way on him, closing your eyes. Minho places his hands on your hips as you adjust to him. Once you're ready, you slowly move your hips in a circle, moaning out.

Jisung groans, watching as you start bouncing on Minho's lap. Watching as his hyung's cock disappears inside you. Minho chuckles and pulls you down so you're laying against him.

"Get behind her, Ji." He rubs your back and ass, humping up into you lightly. Jisung scrambles to get up and position himself behind you. Minho reaches over to his side table, grabbing a bottle of lube to pass to Jisung. Jisung thanks him, and after prepping you and making sure he has enough lube on his dick, he slowly pushes himself into your ass. He groans out at how tight you are, you moaning into Minho's neck. He lets you adjust once he bottoms out inside you, placing his hands on your ass.

Minho kisses your shoulder, eyes locked on Jisung. He bends his knees a bit so he has some leverage and gently ruts up into you, making you moan into his neck.

"You good, kitten? I know this is your first threesome, and I want to be sure you're ok." He kisses your shoulder again, Jisung leaning down to kiss between your shoulder blades.

"I'm ok, just feeling full." You chuckle lightly. "Whenever you're ready." Minho's eyes flick from you back to Jisung as the boy sits up. Jisung gently squeezes your ass, groaning quietly. He slowly starts to thrust into you, Minho thrusting up into you. You moan softly, feeling them both move inside you. You sit up a bit, chest just barely touching Minho. You push back against them to meet their thrusts when they thrust in at the same time.

Both boys groan out, giving you praises. Minho holds your hips as both boys thrust hard and deep at the same time, making you gasp and moan their names.

"Such a good kitten, aren't you? Taking our dicks at the same time. Good girl.." he whispers the last part. You clench around them both hard, moaning loud. "That's a good girl." He reaches a hand up to your breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his digits. Jisung reaches around your waist and rubs your clit, both actions making you gasp and moan. You clench around them again.

"You getting close, Y/n? Gonna cum for us?" Jisung whispers, thrusting faster, trying to fuck as deep as he can. He leans down and kisses and bites your back, leaving a few hickeys. "Can you cum for your Sungie again? Make a mess all over hyung's cock?" Minho's eyebrow quirks as he smirks at what Jisung says. You nod and moan out, loudly.

Jisung rubs your clit faster, his hips falter a bit when you clench again. Minho bites the top of your breast, leaving another hickey. You arch your back and moan loudly as you cum hard, clenching around both boys. They both groan in unison, fucking as fast as they can, Jisung cumming deep into you just before Minho does the same. You collapse on top of your boyfriend, gently kissing his neck, breathing hard. Jisung stays inside you for a moment, breathing hard before slowly sliding out of you. He runs off to the bathroom before returning with a wet rag to clean you and Minho. When he reenters the room, he sees the older was gently rutting up into you.

"You were such a good girl, kitten. Took Sungie and I so well." He gently rubs your back with one hand, the other gently gripping your ass. He peeks over you to smirk at Jisung. "You took your Sungie's cock so, so well." Jisung's cheeks flush. He's called himself ‘your Sungie’ twice today. He walks over to the bed as Minho slowly slides his cock out of you. Jisung gently cleans you and Minho before he collects all the laundry off the floor to put them in the hamper. Minho pats the bed next to him, wordlessly telling Jisung to come and lay down. He does, cheeks still red.

"Oh, Jisung." You lift your head to look at him. Jisung reaches over to move your hair off your face, letting out a soft 'hmm?'. "I almost forgot to mention, we are having a company Christmas party next week. Chan usually supplies our floor with food and drink. Be sure to dress nicely." You smile at him. He nods and leans over to place a soft kiss on your lips. He pulls away to do the same to Minho.

He smiles at you both and you all tell each other good night.

——

The week flew by pretty quick. Jisung somehow managed to fuck you somewhere in the office building at least once a day. A returning client gave your team a new project, which your team finished two days before Christmas. The office Christmas party was the same day you all finished the project. Chan let you all out early for the holiday, saying he will see you all later for the party. Minho picks you both up, giving you a deep kiss.

He drives you all home and you head inside to get ready to head back to the company in a few hours. Minho and Jisung end up with you in the shower, taking their time with you in there, making sure to clean you and wash your hair.

——

You walk back into the entertainment, wearing a new dress that Minho got you. It fit your curves perfectly, and didn't show off too much cleavage, but just enough that Minho and Jisung wanted to rip it off you. Not that they wouldn't want to rip your clothes off you anyway.

You and Minho walk around and mingle with Chan, Seungmin and Jeongin. Jisung sticking with Changbin, Felix and Hyunjin as he didn't know many other people in the office. After a while, Jisung gravitated to you and Minho, wanting attention. He leans over to whisper in your ear.

"Y/n..watching you walk around in that dress is making it very…hard to talk to others." You shiver when his breath hits your ear. Your eyes shoot up to Minho, who was just grinning as he talked. He excused himself from his conversation and turned to you and Jisung. He indicated to the door, asking if you wanted to pop out real quick. Looking between the boys, you can see how needy Jisung looked, and Minho looked hungry. You nod slightly.

They lead you out of the room where you're having the party and into an empty office, Jisung shutting the door behind you. Minho circles you, smirking.

"You really do look amazing in that dress, kitten." He runs his finger across your cleavage.

"Thank you, baby." You smile. Jisung walks over and gently cups your ass.

"I do have a question, kitten." You lean back against Jisung a bit when his hands snake around you, cupping your breasts next.

"What's that, my love?" You look up at him, his eyes full of mischief.

"What would you say.." he steps up right against you. "If we.." he leans down and gently places his lips against yours, your hands immediately finding purchase on him. "Let Jisung here.." He licks your lips. "Join us?" He softly bites your lower lip before pulling away. You look up at him, just a tad confused, Jisung looking at Minho, eyes wide. A soft whimper escapes his throat next to your ear.

"He's been joining us, love." Minho chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"I mean us, kitten. How do you feel about adding Jisung to us." He smiles down at you, lovingly. Your eyes go wide, and let out a silent 'ohh'. Looking at Minho then at Jisung, you playfully think.

"So I can call you," You point to Minho. "My significant other, and you," you point to Jisung now, "My significant bother?" You laugh. Jisung pouts at you.

"I'm not that bad anymore, Y/n.." He lets his hands drop to your stomach. You turn around in the boys' hold, looking up at Jisung.

"You've already said you were my 'Sungie' twice now. So I think I know how you feel already." You smirk, Jisung's cheeks turning pink. You gently cup his face and softly kiss his lips. "I honestly never thought I'd be dating my enemy, but here I am." Jisung's eyes go wide and he smiles. Minho wraps his arms around you.

"We are a package deal, Ji. You date her, you date me. You break her heart, you break mine." He kisses the back of your head. "Is that ok?" Jisung nods his head quickly. He hugs you both and kisses your cheek then Minho's.

"Thank you both." He smiles at you and Minho. He gently cups your face and looks into your eyes. "Y/nnie..I want to say how incredibly sorry I am for how I treated you growing up." He pecks your lips.

"It's ok, Ji. I wasn't any better." You peck his lips back. Minho leans down and gently kisses your neck.

"I know you two are having a moment, but I am incredibly hard, and I would love to fuck our girl." Minho says against your neck. You laugh out, feeling Minho lift your dress up your legs.

You have a quick one with the boys at the office before going back to mingle, making sure you all look presentable. You head out an hour later when the party comes to a close, going home to spend the rest of your time with the boys. You really never expected to be in a relationship with your enemy, nor in a throupled relationship with him. Either love works in mysterious ways, or this was a Christmas miracle.

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Lily Luck | MYG | Soulmates

“You get five chances to meet your soulmate. Five opportunities to look them in the eyes and be overwhelmed with the feeling of love. To find a little red line around your pinky finger. Yet, the feeling dwindles with each missed opportunity. Each missed opportunity comes with a scar where that red line should be. It’s a game of fate and luck, and the latter doesn’t seem to be on your side.”

›› AU: Soulmates ›› Genre: Angst / Fluff ... I think? ›› Rating: R (implicit sexual content) ›› Pairing: MYG x Reader, MxM pairings ›› Word Count: 10.7k  ›› Warnings Include: Swearing, alcohol use, romantic angst and anxiety, very slight implicit sexual content, a very drunk Jungkook, soulmate scars. This is not a nsfw 18+ fic! A/N: Hi there again, @spicykoreantatertots. Here it finally is! I hope that you enjoy what I did with the entire story. Thanks for talking to me a bit after I posted the teaser. It's what sparked my idea for the last scene ;) there's some stuff hidden there for you. Please enjoy! Happy late Valentine's day. — Lily, aka Gwaen. 

Soulmates of the first mark are the most devoted. Their love is pure and all-consuming.

You’re late. It’s your first class of the semester and you’re terribly late. The worst part is that you got up at six in the morning to make it and you’re still late. As one of the only fifteen people to make it into this class you consider yourself lucky. But if you’re late you will also be promptly replaced by someone on the waiting list.

So you’re running, darting across campus because your train had been stuck at a red sign and made you just those five minutes late which could cost you your spot in this class. Out of breath, you swerve a corner, nearly tumbling over as the sole of your boot gets caught on the pavement. You shouldn’t have worn platforms.

You’re gonna make it. No matter what. Continuing your sprint towards the building at the south end of campus, you check the time on your phone. Four minutes left. You can d—

Colliding straight into someone’s chest, you topple forward. Your bag skirts over the stones and you curse out loud. The guy does the same, having landed straight on his backside with you sprawled over his lap.

You don’t have time for this. All you see before you scramble up is a messy mop of blonde hair and a very exotic — not messed up — bouquet of lilies.

“I’m sorry!” you rush, grabbing your bag and continuing your race to the classroom. Up the stairs to the building, through the revolving doors and into the elevator which — god bless — is downstairs.

There’s no way you’ll look presentable. Hair a mess, face red and sweaty, breathing ragged. But you’ll make it. You’ve worked yourself to the brim getting an 80% average to qualify for this class. Two years of agonising criminology and law courses, just for this class. The Criminal Law Clinic would give you much of the needed experience for working in the criminal law field once you graduate. That’s why everyone wants to take this class. It’s the only one that lets you tackle actual cases head on.

You walk inside with your water bottle half chugged down and coat slung around your arm. The teacher gives you a suspicious look, but you hold your head high. The man is notorious for being a real drill sergeant when it comes to this class.

There’s one seat left, beside a guy whom you know as Jung Hoseok. Fourth year law student. Took a gap year to be the head of activities at Moop, the criminology and criminal law student association. A terrible name, but a great association with a great team. Hoseok’s parties are still being talked about.

“Okay everyone, please take out the prepared material so we can get started,” the teacher says, standing up from this seat. “Today we’ll be discussing the setup for this clinic, as well as the first case and who will be second chair.”  That’s everyone’s reason to be here. To get to sit next to him at a criminal law case in court and help win it. Hands on experience. “Each of you should’ve prepared a way to tackle this case, the one with the best defense will get the spot.”

You sigh calmly, trying not to freak out about arguing your case while you’re still recovering from your sprint. As you’re scrolling through your laptop to find the material, you notice a burning sensation on your hand. Have you scraped yourself during your fall? You frown, looking down and—

Right there on your pinky finger sits a small white scar. Neatly wrapped around the digit as if you had once worn a thin ring there.

A soulmate scar? No. That can’t be. Right?

Your eyes widen, vision blurring as you stare. A missed opportunity to bond with your soulmate. But why didn’t you notice? Everybody always says that when you pass them you feel a pull. One that makes you look back and lock eyes with them only to feel as if the world explodes into a thousand colours of fireworks and butterflies.

It takes one gaze into your soulmates eyes for you to bond. For a small red line to wrap itself around your pinky finger that will tie you together for all eternity. Yet once the opportunity is missed, and you don’t meet eyes despite being so close, a white scar appears. It signifies the damage upon your connection.

You shake, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as you stare at the small scar on your finger. There’s a hollow feeling in your chest, like something is missing that was there before. Your gut twists with nausea, hands trembling as you touch the scar. A hiss passes your lips. It stings.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Hoseok asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. He must’ve followed your gaze to where you’re staring at your finger because he curses under his breath. “Okay, come on.” Looking up at the teacher, he speaks again. “Please excuse us.” He helps you stand up on wobbly legs. “She’s not feeling well, I’m just going to help her get some fresh air.”

The teacher calls something after you, but you don’t quite catch it as Hoseok leads you through the hallway to the outside seating area on the third floor.

You missed your soulmate. You had severed the line that was supposed to pull the two of you together and now that scar would be there forever. A painful reminder of the tear. Only four opportunities left to meet them, or you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life. Scolded by society too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hoseok whispers, shaking you.

It’s only then that you realise the tears running down your cheeks. You sniffle, wiping them away. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, not even certain what for. Hoseok doesn’t know you, why would he take care of you like this. “Thanks for coming with me. You can go back to class.”

He shakes his head, handing you a water bottle. “I’m not going to leave you here to cry on your own.”

You thank him softly, taking a few sips from the bottle along with some deep breaths. The empty feeling remains, as if your soulmate had ripped your heart straight out of your chest. It still burns, the scar, and it gets worse the more you pay attention to it.

This is not a situation you ever thought you’d be in. You’ve always dreamed of having a first mark soulmate. Someone who would be devoted to you for the rest of your lives. Who would stand by your side and fight for you. An all-consuming love. You’ve seen it first hand — both your parents and your best friend are first mark soulmates. You will never have that. The opportunity has been robbed from you all because your train was late.

“What if I don’t find them?” you ask, completely disregarding that Hoseok shouldn’t have to answer such questions from you.

Hoseok smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “You will. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you will find them.”

Can you believe that? “Not everyone finds them.”

“There’s no reason to worry about that while you’ve still got four opportunities left.” Hoseok shifts a little closer, showing you his hand with his palm facing upwards.

His skin is tan, long slender fingers seemingly soft even if you haven’t touched them. And there, around his pinky and ring finger, sit two white scars. He missed them twice? Most people meet their soulmate on the first or second encounter. Set up for life with a devoted lover. Yet some take longer to find the bond that by then will have dwindled with each meeting.

“I promise that the pain will go away, and that numb, empty feeling in your chest will too. Just give it some time, they will cross your path once again.” Hoseok’s voice is soothing, and he gives you another hopeful smile as your eyes flicker between your hand and his. “Don’t let people tell you anything different. Fate will bless you on another day.”

You suppose he’s right.

Soulmates of the second mark are the most passionate. Their love is vibrant and fervent.

“I really think you’re going to be fine,” Namjoon says from the other end of the phone. “You’re not the first person to not meet their soulmate on the first encounter, and you’re certainly not the last either.”

Currently you’re sitting on a bench in the train station, waiting for your train home. It’s been over a month since the first encounter you had with your soulmate. The first missed opportunity. Hoseok had been right, the pain and the numbness went away. But it wasn’t easy.

“I think Namjoon is right,” Jungkook, your roommate, says.

You huff. “Easy for the two of you to say. One of you has been with their soulmate for six months now, and the other one hasn’t crossed paths with them yet.”

“Just because Jin and I are first mark lovers doesn’t mean that I can’t give you advice,” Namjoon counters. The two of you have been best friends since high school, went into college together and shared a condo for four years. Until he met his soulmate last May, and decided to immediately move in with him. If Jungkook, your mutual friend, hadn’t offered to move in with you, you would’ve made more of a problem out of Namjoon ditching you. Jungkook may be a bit of a mess, but as far as Namjoon knows Jungkook is a perfect roommate.

The younger lets out an exasperated groan, probably playing a videogame in the background while you’re on group call. “Okay, but I get where she’s coming from.”

“I also don’t want your advice.”

“Excuse me!” Jungkook asserts. “I did nothing wrong!”

You roll your eyes even if he can’t see you. “Why don’t you come back to me once you’ve had your first encounter.” The harsh words roll of your tongue like acid, burning in the back of your mouth. Frankly, you’ve had enough of everyone trying to console you or care for you. Especially when they don’t know what it’s like.

“Hey,” Namjoon interjects as you get up to go to your train that should soon be arriving. “Jungkook took care of you while you were too devastated to eat properly. He deserves a little more credit, don’t you think?”

It’s true. When you’d come home after class — which you sat through with tears brimming your eyes — Jungkook had already been waiting for you with your favourite cup noodles and some good old snuggles. He’d made sure you ate at least twice a day and didn’t lock yourself in your bedroom to wallow in self-pity.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “Okay, hold on.”  The train rushes by, swallowing the sound of your friends’ voices and everything else around you. The wind whips your hair into your face, causing it to stick to the light layer of gloss on your lips.

It stops. Doors opening, people exiting as you wait leaning against the side of the escalator. When you enter, one foot on the steps, you feel it.

It’s like a hand wraps itself around your chest, warm and comforting yet demanding at the same time. You frown for a second, stilling amidst the people trying to get to a seat.

Whipping your head around, you gasp. Frantically you try to push back through the group of people behind you. Heart pounding in your ears, hand burning by your side with the impending tear of your red string of fate. From the stairs you scan the crowd of people on the platform. You don’t even know what they look like, but they must be looking for you too, right?

There’s one person standing too still amongst the mass. He seems to be a young man, black baseball cap covering his eyes, but you catch sight of blonde hair at the nape of his neck when he turns around. In his hand, he holds a single bright pink flower.

A lily. Just like the ones from the bouquet of the man you ran into.

It’s him.

You run. Bumping into bodies as the burning around your ring finger intensifies. If you knew his name, you’d call out for him. All you can do is try to reach where he was standing. You can feel his presence as you reach the exact spot. But he’s not here.

Anxiously you look around, trying to see where he went. There’s less people now, but the black baseball cap is nowhere to be found.

A flash of pink.

You turn around, to catch him jumping into the train right as the doors slide shut with the whistle of the conductor.

Tears in your eyes, you stand defeated while the train departs. Your hand burns, and you look to find the second white line. It doesn’t hurt as bad as the first one, but your heart still claws inside your chest. Hollow, defeated, alone.

That’s when you realise that your phone is still on call with Namjoon and Jungkook. You shakily lift the device to your ear. “Guys?”

“Thank God! I thought you’d died or something!” Jungkook exclaims.

Namjoon chuckles. “What happened? We heard a bunch of bumping and shuffling around you.”

You take a trembling breath. A weak attempt to stop yourself from crying in public as the train has disappeared from your view. “He was here.”

“Wait, what?” Jungkook gasps. “Who? Your soulmate? Did you catch him? Wait, was it even a guy?”

Words lay on your tongue but they’re held back by the lump that sits heavily in your throat.

“Jungkook, calm down,” Namjoon shushes him. “Are you okay?” he asks you.

“He’s gone,” you croak, looking at the timetable of the trains. The one home had now long departed, and the next one wasn’t for another hour.

Namjoon sighs softly. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll find them. Did you see what they looked like?”

“No,” you mumble as you plop down onto the same bench as before. “He was wearing all black, a baseball cap, and I think he had blonde hair but that’s all I caught.”

“It’s a guy?” Jungkook questions again.

“Yeah...I think at least. They looked like a guy from behind. I don’t know what to do guys. I was rushing for my train and he was waiting on the platform for another train and I just completely missed him. When I went looking, he was entering and the doors shut on me. I was so close,” you whimper, hang covering your mouth. “So close.”

Jungkook and Namjoon are both silent for a few seconds, the sound of your roommate’s game suddenly cutting off.

The youngest speaks first. “Did you miss your train?”

“Yeah, th-the next one’s in an hour.”

“I’ll come pick you up,” Namjoon offers. “Jungkook, you order some food. We’ll be there in half an hour. I’m picking you up from the south end, Y/N.”

Jungkook hums an affirmation. “It’s going to be okay Y/N, I promise.”

“Thanks guys,” you say, wiping your tears. The call ends, and you’re left along with the dissipating emptiness in your chest.

You know that you’re supposed to have hope. That fate gives you five opportunities for a reason. But you can’t help it. You curse lady luck for damning you like this. For playing such a cruel game with your heart. Why can’t the two of you just run into each other at the grocery store like your parents did. Or at the park, like Jin and Namjoon.

To pass each other and have the moment of feeling that urge to turn around and look back. Meeting eyes. Falling in love at first sight like the legends say. To be happy forever.

You’re aware of the implications of having a third mark soulmate, or worse. That they won’t love you the same. That they won’t be as devoted. That unlike first and second mark lovers, they won’t just have eyes for you.

All you want is the love you’ve always dreamt of. To have someone to come home to who will love you no matter what. Even with three opportunities still on the horizon, you feel like that has already been robbed from you. Cruelly pulled from your fingers. You know it'll be harder to find him the more opportunities pass. The pull will lessen each time until it fades. The fact that you hadn’t felt it at its strongest, you —

You kiss the new scar on your ring finger, holding back more tears as you go to wait for Namjoon.

Soulmates of the third mark are the most sincere. Their love is playful and profound.

You stare at the marks on your fingers, digits halted on the spines of the books in the library. Hoseok had been right, the pain had again faded. This time though, it had hurt for longer. Or well, that’s what you thought at least. Namjoon’s boyfriend, Seokjin, had told you that it might’ve been because you were so upset.

That was a serious understatement. It’s been about four months since then, a total of nearly six since you first ran into him. You haven’t been okay since. Namjoon and Jungkook have been bending over backward to make sure that you’re okay. Even when the younger himself now had a first scar too.

He’s hopeful though, in a way you wish you could be. Namjoon has always said that Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, and it’s true. Your roommate had seemed a little shaken by the occurrence but had shrugged it off, saying nothing more than “it must’ve not been the right time”.

You sigh, shaking the thought. If anything you could learn something from Jungkook. Even if you have one scar more than him. The timing wasn’t right, but it will be. Eventually.

There’s not much you know now other than the blonde colour of his hair and the lily he’d been holding. After some research you’d found out it had been a Lily of the Incas. Not that that gave you any more information about him. He also hadn’t seemed awfully tall, but that could’ve been deceiving.

You can’t help but wonder if he’s been looking out for you the way you’ve been looking out for him. Does he know what you look like? Does he care as much as you do? Maybe he feels the same amount of distress and pain that you’ve been feeling.

No. You want him to be happy and keep moving. Your heart aches at the thought of him hurting even when you’ve never met. Was that the bond? Or just your mind playing tricks?

Despite the mess in your mind, you manage to find the book you were looking for.

You grab it from the shelf and startle as the sudden sight of someone’s face on the other side of the shelf. Holding the book tightly against your chest as you turn. You hate it when that happens.

That’s when your phone decides to start blaring on it’s loudest setting. You curse under your breath, dropping your book in your haste of trying to turn the device off. With your heart pounding in your ears you catch sight of Jungkook’s name on the screen before it silences.

On the other side of the library the woman behind the desk is shooting you an angry glare, and you notice she’s not the only one staring at you. Your ears burn red along with your cheeks as you grab the book from the floor.

You’re about to move back over to the desk when the phone rings again, seemingly even louder this time. Nearly dropping your stuff again. You’re so rushed that you pick up instead of hang up. With anxiety blazing through your veins you put the book on the shelf and opt for the exit.

Once outside, your heart calms slightly and you finally lift the phone to your ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Don’t swear at me! This is an emergency woman!” Jungkook exclaims loudly.

You roll your eyes, making way for your car. There’s no way you can show yourself there again. At least, not today. You’ll just have to come back tomorrow.

“Hello? Are you listening to me?”

“Yes! I was at the library you fool. Everyone stared at me.”

Jungkook laughs. At least he can see the fun in this. You connect your phone to the car, now hearing his voice through the speakers. “Okay, but is it my fault that you didn’t put your phone on silent?”

Starting the car, you turn off the parking lot. “Tell me what you want or I will hang up on you.”

“As I said, it’s an emergency.” Jungkook’s pause is followed by rustling and crunching. “I have an exam tomorrow and we’re all out of Cheetos and Redbull and like how the fuck am I going to get through the night?”

You snort. “Have you ever thought of starting early so you don’t have to pull an all-nighter?”

“I have. It’s just not my vibe you know?” Jungkook sighs as something falls to the floor. “So can you please help a guy out?”

“On one condition,” you say as you’re already turning into the street towards the grocery store.

He lets out an exasperated sound. “Anything for Cheetos.”

Jungkook’s antics might annoy the living hell out of you from time to time, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. A lightness in your days is what you need the most right now. “Please pick up this book I need for my revisions after your exam.”

“Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

“Have you been to the library before?”

“Yes.”

“Have you been inside the library?”

“Maybe.”

You sigh, parking the car. The second you turn off your engine you feel it. Like the veil gets pulled and all that is left, is the excruciating burning sensation in your middle finger.

No. No. It can’t be. “Jungkook?”

“I promise I will get your book. Don’t worry, I know how libraries work.”

“No, Jungko—“

“I swear! Just get me my Cheetos, please.” The pout in his voice is evident despite your own pain. As is the stress you know he’s trying to cover up. Jungkook’s got enough on his plate tonight.

You mumble a trembling affirmation. “Anything else I can get you?” Squeezing your middle finger, you try to stave off the pain and impending tears as you lean back in your chair.

Jungkook pauses, and you have to cover up your mouth to stifle a sob.

“Spicy noodles, two cups.”

“Okay, I’ll be home soon.” You hang up, tears running down your face and neck. One hard punch delivered to the steering wheel makes the car horn go off. Drawing the attention of people near. You don’t notice with your eyes closing tightly.

You need — Fumbling for your phone, you unlock it and slide over the screen for Namjoon’s number. It rings on speaker, device laying in your lap as you trace the painful scar. Why does it hurt this much?

“Hey, what’s up?” Namjoon answers.

You breathe, trying to catch yourself from falling before you tell him. But nothing coherent comes out. “Joon, ‘t hurts.”

He curses under his breath. “Door’s open.”

Soulmates of the fourth mark are the most compassionate. Their love is secure and easy-going.

Today’s the first time you and Seokjin are hanging out alone. No Namjoon. He’s nice, although you’re a little suspicious as to why he was so keen on taking you out today.

It’s April, seven months since you got your first soulmate scar. At this point it’s kind of settled. The anxiety and the impatience. Namjoon would claim your attitude hasn’t improved though. You’d gone from frantic hopelessness to complete disregard and it was a slippery slope. Or so he said.

“So why are you taking me out to meet your friend?” you ask the man beside you.

Seokjin smiles, running a hand through his nearly-black hair. “You’ll see when we get there. If I tell you, you’re gonna put up a fight. Namjoon mentioned you have a tendency to be quite...uncooperative.”

You snort. “Whatever you say.”

He stops. You have to halt your own movements and turn back to look at him. Seokjin’s got an unreadable expression on his face, staring intently at you as you wait for him to catch back up. “You need to get your head out of your ass.”

“What?”

“You’re acting like the entire world is against you just because you haven’t been able to find your soulmate yet. You’re not the first person to find them at the fourth or fifth mark and you won’t be the last. It’s not going to change anything.” He speaks firmly, walking past you.

You move, opening your mouth to speak but he cuts you off with a sharp look.

“One word about me and Joon being first mark soulmates and I’m leaving you stranded. It’s unfair for you to use that as an argument against him. Every single time you tell him that he wouldn’t understand because he has me, he starts feeling more and more bad about himself and what we have. I get that you’re hurting but it has to stop.”

“Oh,” you mumble, hanging your head as you continue to follow Seokjin down the street. Anxiety flecks in the corners of your vision. You know that your comments have struck a wrong chord with Namjoon. The two of you have gotten into multiple fights over the past months because of it. You didn’t realise that it was weighing so heavily on him that it was affecting his relationship with Jin. “I’m sorry.”

Seokjin nods. “I’m not the one who needs to hear that.”

“Still.”

“I know,” he says, looking at you over his shoulder. “As I said, I understand where you’re coming from. You just need someone to talk some serious sense into you. Jungkook’s too much of a hopeless romantic to give you any real advice and Namjoon is too afraid of hurting you. So now you have me.” He clasps a hand over your shoulder and smiles.

You weakly return it, and stop as he does, in front of a small flower shop on the corner of a busy street. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. We’re here.”

Jin really cares about Namjoon. You hope that your soulmate will love you the same. Even though a fifth of fourth mark might not be the same as a first.

He leads you inside. The heavy scent of flowers and wet soil hits you. It’s sweet, but overwhelming, making you scrunch up your nose. The inside of the shop is very cosy. Flowers blooming colourfully along the walls in pots set on the table. Organised, in a messy but still somehow coherent way.

“Jin!” a young man calls from behind the counter, black hair falling messily over his eyes in unkempt curls. “I was just about to call you!”

“Hey Tae! Where’s your boyfriend?” Jin looks around while walking over to him.

Tae sighs. “He just left, something came up and he had to go.”

You frown as Jin lets out an annoyed sound. “I said this was important.”

The other just shrugs. “So was this apparently, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine Taehyung.”

Taehyung.

You feel as if you’ve heard Namjoon mention his name before. He smiles at you. There’s dirt staining his hands and a red streak — of what you assume is ink — on his cheek.

“Y/N, this is Taehyung. He’s a family friend of mine and the owner of this store.”

You look around now wide-eyed, glancing over at the roses, peonies and daisies. “You own this place?”

He nods excitedly, moving go wash his hands at the sink in the corner. “Yeah, the shop’s almost a year old now. Business is pretty good. My boyfriend helps me run it where he has time between his uni schedule. He mainly takes care of the boring, administrative stuff.”

You chuckle as he washes his hands while Seokjin moves towards the coffee machine in the back like he owns the place.

“Coffee?” He asks you, turning on the kettle..

“Yeah sure.”

Taehyung calls back that he wants tea. There’s something comfortable and warm about the way he smiles. His presence is a little all over the place though. Currently nudging open a drawer with his elbow to find a towel so he can dry his hands. When he locates the white cloth, you notice the white lines circling his fingers.

And then you see the red mark around his thumb. A fifth mark.

“You and your boyfriend are soulmates?” you blurt out.

He turns to face you, wide grin stretching over his face. Showing white teeth and full cheeks. “Yeah. Seokjin actually came here for him.” He shoots the elder a look over your shoulder. “Apparently I’m not as interesting.”

“You’re not the one who wrote a Bachelor’s thesis on soulmate statistics and the true meaning of the mark order!” Seokjin counters with a pitched voice.

“Wait, what? Why are we here?” you ask, brown furrowing when Seokjin sets a cup of coffee and a cup of tea on the desk. “Jin?”

He rolls his eyes. “I was going to have Taehyung’s boyfriend talk some sense into you. That’s all. Just thought that if you wouldn’t believe us, maybe you’d believe science.”

Taehyung laughs, shaking his head as he grabs his tea with both hands. “Science, science,” he waves Jin off. “We all know science isn’t going to make her feel better.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re even more of a hopeless romantic than Jungkook is. It was worth a try,” Jin shrugs.

“Okay, let’s not talk about me as if I’m not here.” You don’t know whether you’re more confused or upset at this point.

There’s a ding of a bell, and all three of you look up to see a couple walk into the store. Taehyung excuses himself, going up to greet them.

Seokjin gives you a pointed look.

“What?”

“Ask him,” he whisper-yells. “You saw his mark. Ask him whatever you want, he won’t mind.”

You swallow thickly. He is right. You are curious. You want to know whether Taehyung and his boyfriend knew when they met. How in love they are. If it’s different.

Taehyung returns. Startling you by placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “You know that you’re going to be okay, right?”

“Huh?”

He gestures towards your hand where you’re absentmindedly scratching the scars on your fingers. “You’ll find them, and you’ll fall in love and everything will be okay. I know it’s hard, but try not to worry so much.”

You shiver. “What if I don’t, though?”

Taehyung gives you an apologetic look. “I worried about that, when I got my fourth mark. I felt beyond lucky when I finally found him. But it’s not all what society makes it out to be. Fifth mark soulmates shouldn’t be regarded as rare. They’re definitely not as uncommon as people who don’t find their soulmate at all. You still have the odds in your favour.”

“Science?” you question.

He grins. “That. And experience.”

“But—“ you start, cut off by another ring of the doorbell. Taehyung sighs and mumbles something, going to help the man. The couple is still roaming around.

Seokjin gives you a light shove. “See.”

You lean against the counter. “I don’t know, Seokjin. What if it’s not the same?”

“Just because society is hell-bent on making us believe that fifth mark soulmates aren’t worthwhile, doesn’t mean that they’re right. Fourth mark lovers are known for being compassionate, fifth for being patient. Those aren’t bad qualities. The big words attached to the first mark love doesn’t mean that the love is any stronger. Trust me, Taehyung and his boyfriend are way more disgusting than me and Joon.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you retort. “The amount of times I’ve almost wa—“

“Okay, we are in public. Please let me retain some integrity.”

Taehyung leaves the black-haired man who stands by the lilies. His hand reaches out to touch them. They remind you of your soulmate, and you briefly consider getting a few to take home.

There’s a spring in Taehyung’s step. He tilts his head as he eyes you. “What are you most worried about?”

You trace the scar on your middle finger, thinking hard about the right answer. “That they won’t love me?”

The warm smile that he gives you says enough. “This might come as a shock for you to hear, but it takes a while for soulmates to truly fall in love. That goes for all of us.”

Eyes widening, you turn to Seokjin. “He’s right,” he answers.

Taehyung takes another sip of his tea, long fingers curled around the pink mug. “First and second mark soulmates feel as if they’re instantaneously in love because they get overwhelmed with the feeling that comes with finding your soulmate so soon. But that’s excitement. It’s not the kind of love you are worried about.

“The feeling that you’re so worried about takes time to develop. For some longer than others. Just remember that you were meant to be, and that they will love you even if it takes some time. No matter what.” The sweet, gentle smile doesn’t leave his eyes as he speaks. It’s almost as if he’s remembering something.

He seems so in love. So happy. You yearn to have that too. “You really love him, don’t you? Your soulmate?”

He nods, brushing his curls out of his eyes with the back of his hand. “With my entire being.”

Your heart swells at the way his eyes twinkle while thinking of his soulmate. Sure, you’ve been around Namjoon and Seokjin long enough to know they love each other. But it never looked like this. So simple and pure.

“How did you know?” you ask finally.

“That I was in love with him?”

“No,” you shake your head, finishing your coffee as yet another person enters the store.

Taehyung looks up at them. “I’ll be with you in a second!” he calls out to the guy, who waves politely. Then, his eyes fall back on you, waiting for your question.

“How did you know it was him?” you ask, briefly glancing at Seokjin who’s just silently watching you grill Taehyung about his love life. Though, he gives you an affirmative nod. “Because they say that there’s no pull, no fireworks. I barely felt the pull last time, so how will I know who it is?”

“Ah,” Taehyung grins. “You’re sort of right. There were no fireworks. I am no expert on this matter, but I think that the feeling kind of develops more so than dwindles, each time you meet. When we finally bonded, I first and foremost felt the mark. It was like a warm and fuzzy feeling, like tingling. Nothing like the burn of the scars.” He pauses, brushing his fingers over the little red line on his thumb. It stands out against his tan skin, shifting as he sets down the mug.

No fireworks or pain sounds okay. Yet you wonder how he knew who it was if that wasn’t there. “Is it really just...different?”

“Your heart will know,” he continues. “I didn’t know as soon as I locked eyes with him, but when he came over and smiled at me I felt like I was coming home.” He places a hand over yours where you’re gripping the table. “To me that feeling trumps fireworks.”

Seokjin huffs. “You sap.” He turns to you. “I’d like to add that he cried for an hour straight afterward.”

A flush creeps up Taehyung’s neck. “That’s beside the point.”

“Sure,” your friend muses smugly. “Just trying to warn her that it can still be overwhelming even if the world doesn’t erupt in a bunch of glitter.”

You nod, smile stretching at your lips, reassured. Taehyung seems truthful. He seems so in love and content with where he is. Unbothered by what everybody says about fifth mark lovers. His happiness makes you feel a little better about what might be to come.

Even if you find your soulmate late. Even if you have to retrace your steps after the fifth mark —You will find him and he will love you. No matter what.

The bells rings again, three more people filing in and causing Taehyung to groan. “I’m sorry guys, I really have to get back to work.”

“That’s okay,” Jin says. “We have to pick Namjoon up anyway.”

The florist nods, hugging Jin and then — to your surprise — hugging you too. “Stay hopeful,” he whispers.

You shoot him an honest smile, thanking him as you wave him goodbye. Jin and you push past the people standing by the roses, having an avid discussion about whether pink or crimson is a better choice. You chuckle.

Once outside, you breathe in the clear air. “He’s nice,” you say.

Seokjin shakes his head with a laugh. “I can’t believe you’d listen to Taehyung out of all people.”

“He was pretty convincing.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a success. Stop worrying, and look ahead. You have a future full of love waiting for you.” Jin goes to pull you in for a hug, when he stops and stares. “Wait, your hand.”

You look down, eyes nearly falling out of their sockets when you see the fourth scar on your finger. Yet, this time there is no pain or hollowness in your chest. “I...”

“Come,” Seokjin grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside. There, you look at the people you pushed past. Two woman, one man. But the man already has a soulmate mark on his ring finger.

Taehyung looks up and meets your frightened eyes. “Is everything okay?”

You hold up your hand and he gasps.

All you can do is shake your head, looking over to the man in the far corner. Even his soulmate mark is clear from this distance. All of the people inside have soulmate marks, or less scars than you. Then...

“The guy!” You stumble as you turn to look at Jin. “The black haired guy by the lilies! It must’ve been him.”

Taehyung joins you. “The one from earlier? I didn’t catch his name, I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head, taking a deep breath to hold yourself together. “It’s fine.” That’s when you start to feel the slight burn. It rises along with the bile in your throat. Looking at your hand, you know that now everything hangs by a thread.

Only one encounter left

One encounter to find the man with now black hair who seems to love lilies.

Soulmates of the fifth mark are the most patient. Their love is tender and serene.

“I regret my decisions,” you grumble under your breath as Namjoon pulls you along towards where the party is already in full swing.

Apparently Hoseok had pulled a few strings and one of the university dorm buildings now had their courtyard turned into a gigantic club. Music thrums in your ears, lights flashing as you follow your best friend into the crowd.

“You need to get out of the house more often,” Namjoon says close to your ear. “Jungkook should be here somewhere too.”

You whine. This isn’t your scene. Or well — not anymore. It used to be when you were in the first year of university. Your wild phase. But now that you have your thesis looming over your head, you really can’t be bothered to get drunk on a regular basis. Unlike Jungkook, whom you often had to guide to his bed in the middle of the night.

Namjoon is right though. You haven’t really been going out a lot lately and it wasn’t doing you any good. Taehyung’s words have impacted you, you haven’t lost hope. Instead, you just feel incredibly lonely.

Jungkook is seeing this random girl. Seeing meaning fucking. So he’s out of the house quite a lot. Namjoon and Jin too. They’ve been planning to go on a long holiday over the summer, so they’re gathering supplies and getting everything in order. You know they would make time for you. It’s just not that easy to ask.

Even if you’ve never really met your soulmate, you feel like they’re missing. Like you’ve had them and they’re now gone. That strange hollow feeling in your chest is always on the back of your mind. Nagging. Body aching to be held. To be warm. Home.

“Okay, you’re zoning out,” Namjoon gives you a little shove. “Let’s get drinks.”

Soon, you find yourself in the crowd, dancing with a beer in your hand. It’s easier to lose yourself when everyone else is, following the music as it guides you. You laugh at Namjoon. He’s not the most coordinated person, but he’s having fun at least. It makes you smile, to see him smile.

A pair of arm snakes around your waist, body stumbling into yours from behind. Followed by a whiny drawl of your name and a wet brush of lips over your neck.

“Jungkook!” You squeal, pushing him off with a scowl. It takes one look at him to know that he’s already too drunk. “Dude, are you like, okay?”

He nods, smile as bright as ever, but eyes glassy and cheeks red. “M fine. Very fine. Much fine.”

Namjoon grabs him by the arm when he starts swaying on his feet. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Dunno,” he giggles. “Five...teen? Where’s Jin?”

“Not here,” your friend answers, hand firm around Jungkook’s upper arm. “When did you start drinking?”

You feel a little bad for the younger. There’s no way he’s going to make it through the entire night, probably not even another hour. The boy might be able to hold some liquor, but even he has his limits.

“He was here for the set up,” you state.

“Hmm, was fun.”

“Jungkook! Don’t wander off like that.” A voice calls. From the crowd a young man with jet black hair appears. Full lips and a beautiful smile as he hugs Jungkook close to him. “God, you stink,” he grumbles, giving Jungkook a once-over. “You, my man, are cut off for tonight.”

Jungkook whines, pout on his lips but no fight left in his body. He keeps his arms wrapped around Jimin’s neck.

Then, Jimin turns to you. “You must be the infamous roommate? I’m Jimin.” Jimin’s wearing a white t-shirt with a deep cut v-neck where a pendant dangles against his tan skin. The fabric falls past his hips. Just shy of the waistband of his jeans, revealing a sliver of skin.

His smile is friendly — handsome — so you return it as you shake his outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you.”

Namjoon gives him a short wave.

“Say,” Jimin laughs as Jungkook leans into his chest, now just hugging him. “I’m going to get the kid some fresh air, would you mind fetching him some water.”

“I’ll come,” Namjoon says to Jimin, grabbing for Jungkook’s other side. “We’ll be at the south end, where we came in,” he says to you.

You nod, watching them go and quickly turning to head for the bar.

Your entire chest is cold before you realise what happened and you bump into someone.

“Shit,” a deep voice sounds.

Looking down you notice that your light blue shirt is now dark — is that red wine? The stain spreads over your chest and side. You look up to meet eyes with the stranger who is absolutely mortified at the sight of your ruined shirt.

“God, fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You’re uncertain of what to do, looking between him and your top. “I — It’ll be fine I’ll go rinse it in the bathroom or something.” The shirt sticks to your skin. His is stained too, but it’s not as noticeable on the grey fabric that frames his chest.

He shakes his head, black hair falling behind the frame of his round glasses. Eyes brown, warm yet sharp. “No, it won’t be. It’s not just going to come out.”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Thanks. That doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Yeah, uh,” he pauses, rubbing the back of his head. His arm flexes, black leather jacket raising and stretching the tucked-in fabric of his shirt over his frame. He’s attractive, you note. “I’m not trying to be weird but,” he falters, “I live on the third floor, if you want I can give it a quick soak.”

“And go topless?” You deadpan.

“No.” His voice is jolty, eyes widening briefly. Strangely, the leather jacket, messy hair and — is that a choker around his neck? “You could borrow a shirt of mine, really, it’s no big deal. I’m so sorry.”

Is he really offering you to lend you a shirt and clean yours at a college party when you don’t know him? “I —“

“Yoongi! Y/N!” That familiar voice. Hoseok appears from behind you, a drink in his hand and cheeks flushed with the effects of it. “What’s — ew. What happened?” He stares at the stain on your chest. If it wasn’t for that stain you’d have whacked him over the head. “Is that red wine?”

Both you and the guy who’s apparently called Yoongi, nod in unison, causing Hoseok to let out a weird sound.

“Yoongs, I can't believe you brought red wine to my party.”

Yoongi shrugs. “It’s my money.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes, looking at your shirt again. “That’s gonna stain.”

“I know, your friend here offered to lend me a shirt,” you say with a nervous chuckle, giving Yoongi another look. “Can I trust him? Or is he gonna murder me as soon as he gets me alone?” Over the past year, you’ve gotten to know Hoseok well through spending time together studying for Law Clinic. You’ll trust him for this.

He gives you a grin, one that seems to hold implications of a less friendly nature. “Trust Yoongi? I mean, he wouldn’t hurt a fly,” Hoseok pauses with his eyes on his friend, and then he leans into your ear. “Unless you asked him to.”

“Okay!” you yelp, pushing him away from you while Yoongi sends Hoseok a glare. “This thing is starting to stick, and it reeks. I’ll take you up on your offer, let’s go.”

Yoongi smiles, shaking his head. “Come on,” he motions for you to follow. Leaving Hoseok behind in the crowd, he pushes towards the main entrance. Unlocking the door and leading you inside.

“What did Hoseok just say to you?” he questions.

Your cheeks flush as you enter the elevator. “You don’t want to know.”

“If he said something about the incident with the peanut butter, I just want to say that I’m innocent,” he says with horror crossing his expression

“What?”

“What?”

You laugh, exiting the elevator before him. “He didn’t say anything about peanut butter, but now you’ve piqued my interest.”

“Forget I mentioned it,” he says with an awkward smile.

“Maybe,” you hum, letting him struggle with his key at his front door. “Or I’ll bring it up some other time.”

“You don’t even know me!”

“I know Hoseok though. I could ask him.”

Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he blocks the entrance. “You wouldn’t.”

“Give me that shirt you talked about and we will see if I can have mercy on you.”

He gives in and lets you enter. The apartment is small, one of the single studios in the complex. It seems cozy, a little messy but it's nothing you’re used to from being a student yourself. A bed sits in the corner by the window, an electrical piano at the foot of it.

You watch as Yoongi walks towards the dresser, swiftly pulling out a black t-shirt that’s neatly folded. A clothes bag hangs over the side, probably holding a suit. Is he graduating this year?

“Here,” he hands you the shirt.

It’s soft, certainly not cheap by any means. “Thanks, where’s—“

“There,” he says, pointing at the door by the entrance. “There’s washcloths in the cabinet under the sink if you want one.”

You awkwardly stand in the middle of his apartment, uncertain of your actions. Yoongi is nice, attractive, a little hesitant but certainly not shy. Turning to the bathroom, you notice the sheet music sprawled over the bedsheets and the bouquet of flowers on the kitchen counter.

“I’m really sorry, again,” he says sheepishly.

“It happens, don’t worry.” It’s not the first time a piece of your clothing has gotten ruined by a spilled drink. You can’t be bothered to get upset over it.

The bathroom is small, a little cramped even. Nothing more than a curtain to stop the entire place from getting wet when the shower turns on. Student accommodation at its finest. It might be cheap and convenient, but you’re not getting any special treatment. Which is why you were so adamant on moving in with Namjoon when you started your degree.

Under the sink, you find a neat stack of light blue washcloths. To your surprise they’re soft, certainly dried in a dryer and not on a rack. You run it under the tap, squeezing out the excess water before pulling your shirt over your head.

“Yoongi,” you call, creaking open the door a little. “Were you going to soak my top?”

“If you want me to. It’s worth a try to get the stain out.” Like this, with the thumping of the bass merely a background ruffle, you notice the rasp in his voice. Deeper than you’d originally thought.

You hold the shirt out through the door. “Here.”

His hand grazes yours as he takes hold of the soiled fabric. Long fingers grazing yours. Pausing. He holds you and you feel your heart skip. Then, he lets go, not saying another word.

Trying to be quick, as to not inconvenience Yoongi any further, you swipe the washcloth against your red-stained skin. It’s sticky more than anything. The smell of red wine pungent. You’ve never liked it, wondering how he stands it. Rubbing the cloth over the small stain on your jeans is futile. It’ll need a wash.

You rinse the washcloth with warm water, leaving it over the edge to dry. His hand soap smells of vanilla and coconut, and you thoroughly scrub your hands.

No.

With the water still running over your hands, you stare. Blinking. At first you try to rub the little red line on your thumb. Thinking it’s a stain. But it’s not coming off no matter how hard you rub it.

Your soulmate mark.

A fuzzy, warm sensation as you touch it. Heart clenching, thumping loudly and overtaking the buzz of the music.

Who? It happened tonight, after you’d arrived.

Jimin! You gasp at the realisation

Hastily pulling on Yoongi’s shirt, you throw open the bathroom door. “Thank you!” you call, quick to leave. “I gotta go!” You give him no time to reply, darting out the front door.

The music envelops you, and you lean over the railing to look. Where did Namjoon say they would be again? South end, right?

You nod to yourself, chest heavy with anticipation of finally meeting him.

A voice passes you by as you start to run again. You’re startled by a hand clasping around your wrist.

You’re stopped, unceremoniously pulled back into someone’s chest. “No, listen, I—“

“Like hell I’m letting you slip between my fingers again,” Yoongi speaks.

You meet his expectant gaze that lower to where his fingers encase your wrist. His heart is pounding louder than yours, right below where your other hand had landed on his chest. Fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, you stare.

It’s hard to miss the red line around his thumb where it brushes up to touch your own fingers. Everything suddenly is set ablaze, right at he touches your mark. It’s when you know...

You’ve come home.

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh that resonates within you.

“Finally,” he whispers, suddenly pulling you close to press his nose into your hair.

You hiccup, tears suddenly falling at the disbelief. Yoongi is your soulmate. It’s not even a suspicion. It’s a certainty. A warmth that spreads through your entire being as you let him wrap his arms around your shoulders. Your own hands splayed over his chest, hearts beating in sync.

“It’s okay,” he says with his lips lowered to your temple.

He smells like red wine and cologne, tinged with something that could be coffee, or chocolate. You inhale deeply. This is him, your soulmate. Just that feeling alone comforts the ache you’ve been feeling, dulling it to something that’s still overwhelming.

Yoongi pulls away, cupping your cheeks to have you look up at him. “At university, when you were running to class. At the station. The library. The flower shop?”

You nod, winding your arms around his neck. Fingers brushing through his hair.

His eyes are a deep brown, lashes framing them with what may be a hint of eyeliner or eyeshadow. Does it even matter when looking into his eyes makes you feel like nothing else exists but him?

A strangled sound leaves your throat, unsure of what to say, but knowing all too well what to do. You pull him down. Lips crashing together in the heat of the moment.

Yoongi gasps, but he doesn’t falter. Hands catching your back as he stumbles, pressing you up against the wall. He tastes like red wine too, but you’ll forgive it because it’s him.

His lips are soft, moving over yours as if you’ve had years to practice. Fingers digging into all the right places. Your hips, your waist, the top of your thighs. A grin against your mouth, and a huff against your cheek as you lean in further. You trace the seam of his lips with your tongue, and he lets you in without missing a beat.

Bliss. Euphoria. It overcomes you — grounds you in the way you’ve needed all this time. He grounds you. Holding you against him, fitting precisely like he was made for you. Maybe he was.

He swipes his tongue over yours, tilting your head back just a little further. Cradling you with his hand so you don’t collide with the wall. But it puts you at his mercy, making you keen.

At the sound, he parts, panting and resting his forehead against yours.

“Wow,” you breathe.

He chuckles, cheeky grin pulling at one corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, now he gets cocky.”

Yoongi leans in again, brushing his lips over yours. “It’s not every day that you get to kiss your soulmate for the first time,” he whispers. “But I can give you a wow too, if you want.”

Your ears heat up along with your already red cheeks. Fingers still holding tightly onto the lapels of his leather jacket, you bite your lip. “What now?”

He thumbs are your bottom lip, pulling it free. A little entranced, eyes zoning in. “I could think of a few things.”

“Hey!” You slap his arm. “We may be bound by fate, but I’m not having sex with you before you take me out on a date.”

He rubs his arm with a scrunched up nose. “That’s not what I meant!”

You sigh, followed by a chuckle, unable to remove the smile that is making your cheeks hurt. His eyes still shine though, even when he gives you a pout.

“Then what?” you ask.

He shrugs, suddenly a little shy in the way he brushes your hair over your shoulder. Hand trailing down your arm to brush the line on your thumb as if his body already knows where it is better than you do.

“Call me cheesy,” he mumbles while taking your hand and brushing your thumb against his lips. Veins line his fingers, and it’s now that you notice how soft his hands are. “But I really just want to hold you and wake up beside you.”

How could you possibly say no to the shy, gummy smile that appears on his face. You know you can trust him, deep within your soul. You know you want him. Your body aches to be near him. So you kiss him again. “I think that can be arranged,” you mumble against his mouth.

But in the end, love is what is at the core of all soulmate relationships.

Yoongi hums against your bare shoulder, one of your legs lifted over his stomach as he trails his fingers over your thigh. Nails slightly scratching, soothingly drawing patterns, up and down, over and under, until you’re shivering and smiling into his hair. He grabs you when you do, fingers digging into your flesh and making you laugh.

Two months have gone by so fast. Fast enough that it still seems as if it was yesterday when you stood in his apartment with your shirt drenched in red wine. A shirt that didn’t survive the encounter.

Now, you lie in his bed. Skin to skin in the warm confined of his sheets. Yoongi’s humming a tune from one of the songs he’s been practicing on the piano the past week. A classical piece. One that’s brought him many frustrated nights. Cracking knuckles sounding through his small studio as he sighed in defeat, bent over the instrument for hours.

You’ve had enough time to study him. Enough time to know how to help him relax. It’s how you ended up in bed, naked and sweaty, breathing each other in until it was all you knew. Until he forgot about those damned black and white keys that had him by the throat most of his days.

Studying music wasn’t easy, but his passion burned brighter than his frustration. It fuels him.

It’s what fuelled him as he drowned himself in you.

“So,” you finally say, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

Yoongi stops his ministrations, craning his neck to look you in the eyes. “Oh, that’s why you interrupted my practice?” he teases, mischievous glint in his eyes much like that first night you met him.

You raise a single eyebrow. “As if you weren’t three bars away from ripping the keys off your poor piano.” Shifting over, you sit over his stomach with legs braced on either side of his waist.

Naturally, his hands hold you there, fingers fitting perfectly along the curve of your body. You reach down without breaking eye contact, tracing his mark. He shivers at the gesture.

Nobody has ever told you how sensitive soulmate marks were. That having your soulmate touch them felt like an electric current running through your body, setting you alight. Like you connected each time. A warm, simmering feeling that you’d never experienced before. Something you can’t truly describe. So much more than words can define. It runs deep.

Yoongi brushes his hand over your bare chest to twirl a strand of your hair between his fingers. “What is it?”

“Now that we’ve been together for two months, I think it’s time you tell me about the Peanut Butter Incident.”

He groans loudly, hands dropping from your body. “I beg of you, anything but that.” Yoongi is so much more dramatic than he seems at first glance. Shifting between calm and collected to goofy and outgoing when he’s with the right people. Like Hoseok, who you know has been his close friend since they were freshmen.

“Please.” You pout at him, taking his hands and lacing your fingers together.

“Why do you torture me like this?”

“Torture?” you gasp.

He tightens his hold on your hand, and shifts, effectively flipping you over so you’re under him. “Looking at me like that is not fair,” he says while thumbing at your bottom lip that was previously jutted out. One of his legs slides between yours, your hand resting on his bicep.

“If you tell me,” you trail, fingers tracing down his arm to grab his wrist. Lifting his hand to rest over the back of your thigh. “I promise I’ll let you do anything.”

Contemplation crosses his face, making his eyes narrow. He meets your gaze for a mere second, before he grazes your cheek with his fingers. Brushing along your throat, his eyes darken momentarily. A mere flash. “Anything?” he asks, tonguing the corner of his mouth.

“Anything.”

He runs his hand through his own hair, pushing the black strands back to reveal his forehead and furrowed eyebrows. “You can’t judge me.”

“I’m sure it can’t be that bad if it involves peanut butter.”

The story hasn’t even left his mouth and his cheeks are already flushed. He groans. “Fine. Okay.” He takes a minute to gather himself, thinking hard of how to word whatever happened on that cursed day. It makes you worry a little. But it also makes you more curious. “It was my first year in college. Me, Hoseok and a few of our friends had gotten together to get absolutely shit-faced.”

You’re not surprised to hear that this somehow involved alcohol.

“We were playing truth or dare,” he trails off, words getting stuck in his mouth as a flush creeps down his neck.

Then, he sighs, covering his face with his hand. “Do I have to incriminate myself like this?”

You chuckle. “Yes, you must.”

“Why?”

“Because you love me.”

His hand drops down from his face so he can narrow his eyes at you. “Aren’t you lucky.” You laugh at his comment, happiness blooming in your chest at the hidden confirmation. Yoongi has been hesitant to say it, but you know he feels as strongly as you do.

“So, we’re playing truth or dare,” he continues, “and Hoseok puts a target on my back. Sadly, I was too drunk to save myself and I picked dare.”

“No!”

He waves you to silence. “The fucker looks me dead in the eye. Knowing full well that I had a crush on the girl sitting next to me at the time. And he dares to lick peanut butter off her—“

You gasp, clasping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sounds. He glares at you as your apology comes muffled through your fingers. “Off her what?” 

Again, he covers his face. “Off her...chest.”

“Oh.”

Yoongi peaks through his fingers. “What ‘oh’?”

You shrug. “Is that it? You had to lick peanut butter off a girl’s tits when you were a freshman?”

He bites his bottom lip, worrying before he rushes, “Igotturnedon.”

Five seconds pass in which you stare at him with raised eyebrows. “You mean you got a—“

“Yes,” he grits out, not wanting you to say it.

Laughter bubbles up from your lips. You really can’t help it. It’s more so the sight of his flushed ears and grumpy face than the story itself. Through the tears shining at the corners of your eyes, you grab his hands and force them away from his face. “Yoongi,” you whine while still laughing. “Yoongi, look at me.”

“No.” He turns away from you, but not before you catch the shy smile splaying out over his lips.

Pressing yourself against this back, you kiss the spot just behind his ear. Yoongi shivers, going pliant in your hold. “Babe.” The word is a whisper, fanning out over his cheek.

Your soulmate will always pretend to have a strong revolve, and he does. Just not when it comes to you. A deep, dramatic sigh shakes his frame when he finally turns to come nose to nose with you.

“What?”

A giggly kiss to his nose. “You’re a fool.”

He gives you a hard stare, placing a firm hand on your hip. “Am I now?”

You nod, kissing his lips softly until he responds and kisses you back. Groaning as you push him onto his back, tongue slipping past his lips to taste. To kiss him deeply and feel his body slot together with yours until it’s all your senses register.

Fingers digging into your skin. Heaved breaths and hearts that swell with happiness and sink again with relief. Yoongi’s hands both trailing up your back, the feel of them so soft.

Humming against his lips, you break away with another peck. “You’re my fool.”

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Dog From Hell

Pairing: Harry Styles x OC

Warnings: bdsm, dom/sub dynamics, light choking, fetish club

Summary: Lucinda's best friend has been dying to bring her to her favorite fetish club. It's there she meets Harry Styles, a kind Dom with a secret that could jeopardize the budding relationship

Or

The one where Harry is the leader of an international hacking organization by night and a Dom at day

Goodness can be found, sometimes in the middle of Hell."

-Charles Bukowski

"I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up

I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love

'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh"

-G-Eazy

The club was nothing like Lucinda thought it was going to be.

When Bitty had suggested they go to one of her favorite clubs, a kink club that specialized in BDSM, called The Cage, she had expected everyone to be wearing leather and latex.

"Are you sure this is alright?" She had asked, poking her head out of the bathroom to look at her friend. Bitty wore a strapless red dress that complimented her curves beautifully, she wore fishnet stockings, black spike heel boots and a dog collar. Her lips painted a light pink. She smiled kindly at Lucinda.

"Trust me Luce. You'll understand when we get there."

And here they were. The club was huge, red and black velvet couches spread out, plush red cushioned high back  chairs and onyx colored tables. The walls were embroidered with red and black fabric that looked like spider webs or vines. The bar was made of dark oak, sleek and shiny against the glow of the red lights.

The people were dressed very tame. Maybe it was the fact that the only exposure she had ever had to this lifestyle was movies and Fifty Shades of Grey. There was a dress code here, and rules, written on the wall right by the entrance.

WELCOME TO THE CAGE

we encourage you to explore your kinks and discover yourself. However, you must abide by our commandments:

1: CONSENT IS KEY

this is not Fifty Shades of Grey and you are not douche Christian Grey. Respect boundaries

2: No Fucking in the Lounge

If you're feeling frisky ask for a private room

3: No Social Media

This is a private club. Many members are professionals in their every day life. Respect their privacy

4: No Fighting

You will be banned immediately and indefinitely

5: Have Fun

This is a safe space, you're with like minded people. Enjoy yourself, experiment and let loose

Seems simple enough. Lucinda thought as Bitty lead her to the bar. She could feel eyes on her as they walked, men and women looking her up and down. Bitty had let her borrow a simple and conservative black dress that left much to the imagination. But that was part of the fun as Bitty had said.

"I'm so glad you decided to come out tonight. I love goin to the club with you but this is my place." Lucinda smiled. Bitty and her were total opposites, Bitty was a kink queen. Ropes, chains, whips, outside of the office they worked at she was a Domme. She thrived in places like this. Whilst every hookup Lucinda had ever had was pretty vanilla. She tried choking once and didn't like it. Bitty said the guy didn't do it right.

"What do we do." She asked as her friend ordered them some shots. The bartender passed the clear liquid to them and they downed it quickly with no chaser. Bitty gasped, shaking her head.

"Chat. Talk to people. It's fun. But if someone cuts you off don't be offended. Some are subs with their doms and they have rules. Others are looking for a specific type, just depends. But everyone is cool." Lucinda nodded, she wasn't much of a talker but she did promise to have a good night. Bitty cleared her throat, standing from her chair and straightening her dress.

"My sub is here," Lucinda turned to see a well built man with dark skin and bright brown eyes standing in the entryway, looking at Bitty. "You okay if I go to a private for a bit?" Lucinda forced a smile.

"Sure," she said awkwardly. "Have fun."

Lucinda watched Bitty walk over to the man, take his hand and lead him away, looking over her shoulder to wink at her friend as she went. Lucinda sighed, drumming her fingers against the bar.

"Can I get you another?" Lucinda jumped. She turned to see a man, quite a few inches taller than her, leaning against the bar. He had curly brown hair and bright, beautiful green eyes.

"Sure," she said, clearing her throat. He smiled, he could tell she was nervous.

"First time?" He asked. His voice was calm and warm, a deep British accent accentuating every word he said.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Okay, okay. Do you know what you're into?" She shook her head as he handed her, her second shot.

"Not really. My best friend and roommate is a Domme. She just went in the back with her Sub. But I promised I'd try the club out." He said nothing, his eyes just trailing over her body, taking her in. He made her feel small. "I um....I've been choked before....but it felt like he was crushing my windpipe so I never tried it again." The man raised his eyebrow at her, making her feel even more nervous. "I don't know why I told you that."

"It's alright." He smiled again, she noticed a dimple imprinted in his cheek. He was extremely handsome. "He must not have done it right." The man raised his hand, "may I?" Lucinda nodded before she could stop herself. He chuckled. "I need you to use your words pet." Pet. That one word, uttered by this stranger made her insides turn.

"Y-yes." He patted her cheek gently.

"Good girl." His hand closed around her throat, but he didn't squeeze the way her ex had. His hand touches her carotid artery on either side of her neck. He squeezes gently.

She gasps, it's a head rush, she can feel her pulse in her head as the bloodflow is restricted. Her eyes roll back and he growls, it's low but it only makes her stomach flutter even more. He let's her go.

"How did that feel?" He asked her.

"Really.....really good." She said breathlessly. "My ex definitely didn't know what he was doing." The man chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

"I could show you more....I'm looking for a new submissive. If you're interested, I'd love to show you just how good it could feel and be."

"Like Fifty Shades?" The man snorted.

"Don't insult me little girl. No. Christian Grey wasn't a Dom....I don't know what he was. But not a Dom." She bit her lip, looking away from him, only to have her eyes dart back up when he spoke again. "I want to bite that lip." He said in a low pure, watching as he lips parted and she let out a soft gasp.

"I...I've never...." he nodded understanding.

"I get it. You're new to all of this. We could take it slow. Explore. If it's not your thing, you can leave at any time."

"There's no contract?"

"There can be....there are. But don't worry about that right now. If you're new to the life it's important to take it easy...If you'll let me, I'd love to be the one to break you in." His eyes were darkening and she shivered at his words. He leaned forward, brushing her hair off her shoulder. "I wanted you the second I saw you little girl. You look like you could be the sweetest little thing and you're already such a good girl." She felt herself leaning into his touch, her breathing heavy as his breath fanned over her neck.

"What's your name?" She asked. He placed his hand on her arm, wrapping it around her wrist, she wasn't sure if it was to stakw some sort of claim, but she liked the idea.

"I'm Harry." He said softly. "And you are?" She couldn't concentrate.

"L..Lucinda."

"Lucinda...." her name rolled off his tongue easily, a cocky smirk on his face as he fondled the necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin and giving her goosebumps. "Seems like the Gods are smiling on me."

"You believe in God?" she asked, her heart pounding, face flushed. He hooked his finger in the necklace, pulling her closer.

"No....but if I did, I do believe I've been blessed, mi amore." his lips brushed against her ear, causing her body to vibrate. "Will you let me give you a test run? Let you see what I can do and then....if you like it, we can go from there." she looked up into his eyes, the emerald color nearly outshone by the darkness of his pupils, or maybe it was his soul. "What do you say?" Lucinda bit her lip again, she watched his nostrils flare and his eyebrow twitch when she did.

"I think...." fuck it. She hadn't been laid in over a year and she had promised Bitty she would try to have fun

And if he was horrible she could just leave and never see him again. "I think I want to see what you can do." She licked her lips. "What it would be like....with you."

He grinned. It was beautiful. He threaded his fingers through hers, pulling her away from the bar.

"Come with me pet. You've so much to learn."

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HOME written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Namjoon x Yoongi (Platonic) » Summary; Namjoon watched Yoongi strutting after him over his shoulder and sighed. He couldn’t believe he’s really done it; paying too much money for a hybrid that would bite him if given the chance when all he had wanted was a cute, little - very much harmless - kitten to begin with.  » Disclaimer; anxiety, insomnia

UNEXPECTED COMPANY written by @yoongified

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jungkook (Platonic) » Summary; In which Yoongi is terribly afraid of spiders. Luckily, Jungkook isn’t. » Disclaimer; spiders

THE GARDEN WALL written by @chimknj

» One-Shot; Namjoon x Fairy!Jimin » Summary; The window in the garden wall has been boarded up forever, but tonight a dull, violet light pulses in the cracks…

KISS ME QUIETLY written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Yoongi x Jungkook » Summary; Yoongi always said what was on his mind, while Jungkook was shy, fearful and just like a wallflower he was quickly overseen. Yoongi wore leather jackets, had tattoos while Jungkook wore soft, baby blue sweaters with sleeves that were way too long. Yoongi was everything he wasn’t. Not that he cared, but men like Yoongi didn’t care about boys like Jungkook. That’s just how it always been like until… » Disclaimer; mentioning of alcohol, selective mutism, tooth rotting fluff

SWEETER THAN SWEET written by @yoongified

» Series; Yoongi x Hoseok  » Summary; In his second year, Hoseok discovers dance, befriends Jungkook and his silly friends — and makes the mistake of falling head over heels for Park Jimin’s boyfriend. » Disclaimer; mentions of smut, implied smut, alcohol, swearing, toxic relationships (from the past)

WOLFSBANE written by @cassiavioletblue & @softjeon

» Series; Wolf!Yoongi x Wolf!Jungkook » Summary; For a a few short hopeful minutes he thought that maybe he could just have Jungkook here at his place for a little while longer, maybe it would take the others a few days to find him, maybe they were busy with something else - but he was fooling himself, he knew that and when he could hear the sound of paws drumming on earth he knew that this little adventure of Jungkook’s was already over. » Disclaimer; mention of violence, light graphic content, smut

PAGE BY PAGE written by @sujigguk

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jimin » Summary; Bookworm and frequent bookstore dweller, Park Jimin, has been harbouring a crush on Yoongi, the assistant at his favourite establishment, for months now. Min Yoongi, heir to his father’s beloved bookshop, has been dropping subtle hints that he’s into Jimin, waiting for him to realise that the novels he offers as recommendations aren’t simply a coincidence.

SING ME TO SLEEP written by remi_niscent

» One-Shot; Yoongi x Jungkook, Jimin x Taehyung » Summary; When Yoongi finally pulled himself out of his bedroom and fell asleep on the park bench during a rainstorm, he never expected to wake up to a world full of colours. Jungkook never thought that he would meet his soulmate in a park during the rain, but he could suddenly see the colours from the light across the road. Neither of them thought that a conversation could be held on your arm with pens, but they chatted until there was no skin left to write on. So what happens when one of them is ready to take things a step further but the other is still figuring himself out? » Disclaimer; mentioning of alcohol

WASTE IT ON ME written by @yoongified

» One-Shot; Taehyung x Jungkook » Summary; A troubled artist, in search of inspiration, stumbles into a bar and finds everything he’s been looking for. » Disclaimer; casual drinking

SAMHAINS BLESSING written by @cassiavioletblue​ & @softjeon​

» One-Shot; Witch!Yoongi x Vampire!Taehyung » Summary; How little vampire Tae found his way to Yoongi. » Disclaimer; mentioning of blood

A SONG OF FIRE AND FRUIT SMOOTHIES written by teecysh

» One-Shot; Dragon!Namjoon x Jimin » Summary; Namjoon is part dragon, and to his complete and utter embarassment, he can't stop collecting cute things for his hoard. Which would be fine except Jimin is the cutest person he's ever seen and it's becoming a real struggle not to collect him too...

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No Words, pt 8

Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x Mention of OC [ft.  Namjoon x OC]

Type: Series

Rating:  18+ 

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Dirty. A smidge of MxM interaction [I mean they should just do it, but they said not yet. So I’m not even in charge of this story anymore.], Sleepy Namjoon voice while he holds his girl, did I mention tired, groggy Namjoon voice?, Plotting. Best Friend threats [you know when you threaten the bf/romantic interest to take care of your bestie, or you die? Yeah, that.]

A/N - Don’t you hate getting wrecked by your own story? STG. Kim Namjoon. I might start dropping the spin-off soon? Cause the other Kim is ready to speak his piece. As always, thank you for loving this hot mess.

Words:  2195

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Taehyung couldn’t help but smirk as the Maknae paced a hole into the wooden floorboards. Leaned back on both hands, that slight tilt to his head - that look wasn’t lost on Jeongguk. He knew it’s power well enough. Taehyung scoffed as he leaned back on his elbows. “Well, Gguk-ah?” A brow arched as he waited in that thick silence.

There was a muscle in Gguk’s jaw that seemed to throb with his pulse. His tongue prodding out the space of his cheek. A finger lifted toward the Visual as he approached. “Are you sure, Taehyung? Are you sure about this? About Her? You remember what happened, right?” He crossed his arms, watching that smug look melt away from Taehyung’s face.

It was replaced with something else, something…darker. Something that had Taehyung springing up from his comfy recline on the sofa. “Are you sure, Gguk-ah? Because I know what I want. I was sure two years ago, and I’m sure as hell sure now. I’m not letting her escape. Not this time.” Long spindly fingers clawed the air in front of Jeongguk’s face. “You know she feels the same way, Jeongguk.” He spoke between clenched teeth. “You knew it before, and you realized it at the Christmas party last year.” Taehyung’s mouth turned downward as Jeongguk sighed.

“It’s always been us, Tae.” The formalities dropped in this close private space between them. Jeongguk ran his fingers through the fluffy fringe of his hair. “What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?” The other hand reached and tugged as he spun on his heel. Tae watched him, the frown deepened.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the couch as the maknae paced. “You need to find out for yourself, Jeongguk. I can’t make this decision for you. But, it’s obvious that you need to say and do something, Gguk-ah.” His lips pressed into a thin line as Jeongguk turned to face him.

“I love you.” The massive push of air through the maknae’s flared nostrils rattled the air. They met each other with lust blown pupils.

“I know.” Tae’s deep rumble cut through the tension. “I love you, too. But I also love her.”

There was something akin to a breeze that past between them as Jeongguk closed the distance. His hands wrapped around the back of Taehyung’s neck as their foreheads touched. Tae placed a hand on Gguk’s chest, right above the thundering beat of his heart.

The Visual smirked softly, “And you might love her, too.”

“What are we going to do?” Jeongguk’s lips brushed against Taehyung’s forehead, a soft sigh escaping. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to put all the puzzle pieces together.

Puzzle pieces? Right. It was always when you were just about finished - that one piece still went missing. So you gave up or chose to start a new puzzle. The boys all managed to keep their relationships, outside or with each other, secret. They were supportive of each other over heartbreaks - just like any friend would do. They were professional enough that private dalliances never affected their work ethic. They worked hard to get where they were, and they wouldn’t jeopardize that.

Sometimes you needed more, and some understood that - without judgment.

And that is what Jeongguk feared the most. “Love exists in as many forms as there are people.” He spoke quietly against the elder’s skin. Tae arched a brow as he tilted his head upward. Their noses brushed as he awaited an explanation.

“I..” Gguk looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “I might have mentioned, discreetly, about this..to Ki-Nam.” Tae groaned, his head rolling back as his eyes shut. “Now, hold on a second. I didn’t tell him who or what. I just asked a question, that’s all.”

“And that question was?” Tae’s fingers lingered at the pinched section of the maknae’s hip.

“Can you be in love with two people at the same time?” The younger muttered quietly. “And he said, that love exists in as many forms as people do. So, the combination that works for me might not work for others.” Tae’s brow ticked upward, shocked at such a mature - and logical explanation. “But, he said that I would know that combination - and that if I’m not careful? I..it could go away.”

Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as that maturity came spilling out of Jeongguk. His gaze softened when those long fingers slid against the younger’s jaw. “Look at you, being an adult.” Gguk scowled, nipping at those invading fingers.

Taehyung was quick to remove them. The bunny bites could be…painful.

“So?” Gguk ruffled his hair again with a deep inhale. “I suppose we should plan something then, yes?” Turning to Taehyung, who was smiling wide - his wheels already turning.

“You need to get her alone, Gguk-ah. You have to let her know your intentions. You have to let her know that you’re serious.” Tae’s eyes darkened as he thought back to the karaoke room over a month ago. “I feel it’s typical that she feels the need to protect herself. But, she’s scared..and she’s stubborn.” Jeongguk smirked at that.

“I think that’s what I like about her.” The Maknae chuckled softly. “She comes across coldly, but the moment we need something? She’s there to worry about us. She really is sort of like family now, isn’t she?” He pursed his lips in thought as Tae nodded in agreement.

“She is. We know they had a difficult time when they got here. We’re not stupid - even if she and Tasha tried to keep it under wraps.” Taehyung let his fingers play over his bottom lip. “We’ve heard the stories, but to have that asshole just…”

“Taehyung, don’t.” Jeongguk’s voice turned raspy and deep. He remembered the way she looked, trying to scramble from the table. They were lucky to catch her before she found a cab. They both inhaled deeply before gazing at each other again. Taehyung tilted his face up as Jeongguk stood between his legs.

“You trust me, right?” Tae’s voice was quiet and deep. Gguk nodded quietly. “Then trust yourself, Gguk-ah. I do. My feelings for you will never change, even as we do. You’ll always be special to me. But, you know I can’t ignore these things.” He offered a slight smile. Tae has always been the odd man out. Still doing things on the far side of the typical path. He saw the world differently, and he acted upon it. Jeongguk was along for the ride, and it has taken them both places they couldn’t have found living in fear. They couldn’t have seen them if they weren’t living at all.

That thick muscle ticked in Jeongguk’s jaw as he held Taehyung’s gaze. His shoulders finally sagged, his head dropping in defeat. There was an energy between the three of them, this much was true. He wanted that sensation again.

Taehyung quietly watched the maknae process his emotions. He knew that pressuring Gguk would result in resistance. He considered it a blessing; he made the discovery on his own. It would be a higher chance of success with them working as a team.

“We’re supposed to do a late Thanksgiving get together.” Jeongguk’s voice was raspy, deep, and serious. Taehyung’s brows ticked upward with a nod. “But it’s not just our staff.” The younger’s arms crossed the broad expanse of his chest.

Taehyung sucked an irritated breath through his teeth. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be mixed in with one of the stations, right?” The younger nodded as he flopped down into a crouch. “That means the other students that either returned or stayed will be in the same space.”

“But, of course, we’re there for appearance sake, and then we’re off to do our own thing.” Gguk waved a hand haphazardly. “Maybe I’ll join you for karaoke this time.” Jeongguk lips lifted in a sly smirk. Tae tilted his head; the realization caused his eyes to pop wide open.

“You..” Tae stuttered as Jeongguk stood up, stretching with a smile.

“Hyungie, it’s a good thing that place was noisy,” Gguk smirked before moving to put on the coffee.

Taehyung’s growl wasn’t missed as Jeongguk couldn’t help smiling over the dig. The Visual wore a sour look as Gguk gleefully started breakfast. He glanced down to his phone, his fingers ghosting over a message he received earlier in the evening.

       Tash-Tash: I can trust you, right, Tae-tae?

       Tae-Tae: Of course, Tash-tash! Why would you question that now?

Jeongguk sang some melody as he cracked eggs and turned on the stove.

     Tash-Tash: Because my best friend is a moron and I can’t stand it anymore.

       Tae-Tae: Whaaaatt are you talking about, woman?

Taehyung stared at the message again - his eyes narrowing.

   Tash-Tash: Tae, I’m gonna be straight with you. If you don’t do anything? She’s gonna bounce. I can’t keep bouncing with her. I’ve gotten my Visa handled. You know how I feel about Joon. I’m not going to blow this. That girl loves you, she’s scared, and she’s being stupid. I can tell you now…she’s already booking plane tickets.

   Tae-tae: Thank you, Tasha. Thank you for trusting me and for telling me. I promise I’ll fix it.

   Tash-Tash: Good, I’d like us to spend New Years together. Plus, I know you’re birthday is coming up. Get on it, Kim Taehyung, or I’ll come and put my foot in your ass! <3

At that time, Jeongguk managed to throw together a cheesy egg toast. Taehyung turned the phone toward him as he chewed. He watched the maknae’s eyes darken and lift to him. “Our girl likes to run, doesn’t she?”

Taehyung smiled as he picked up his portion. “Good thing, we love a good chase.”

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The blue light of the cellphone illuminated in the darkness of the room as she stared at the screen. A set of forest green eyes settled on the thin space in the curtain. She could see the world changing as something like Winter set over Hannam-dong.

Thick fingers dragged up her thigh and along the curve of her hip. “Jagiya.” The raspy voice thick with sleep ghosted a warm breath against the nape of her neck. She couldn’t help the smile threatening to split her face. The taller form tugged her from her perch on the edge of the bed. The phone lost to the piles of clothes already on the floor. A forearm across her abdomen held her captive with a groan. “Are you still talking to Taehyung-ah?” Namjoon didn’t bother to open his eyes, but she could tell he was definitely awake.

Tasha looked over her shoulder slightly, his face obscured by the pillow and her shoulders. “I did.” Her gaze moved to the window again. “He said he would fix it.” She chewed the meat of her bottom lip.

“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.

Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.

“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily.

“You weren’t that easy either, jagiya.” Tasha ducked her face into his shoulder at that.

“I didn’t expect to…” He watched her fight to say the words.

“Fall in love?” He finished.

“…with you.” She added.

“I was just one of those people. Didn’t even believe in true love.” Tasha’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the sleep-thick rasp of his voice? Perhaps it was the lyrics? “All of my wonder. You are the answer..”

They stared at each other in that heavy silence before Namjoon pulled her closer. His head resting atop hers as he drew lazy circles along her spine. She fell asleep against the steady thrum of his heart.

Namjoon watched the world flutter by outside his window. His gaze lowered to the steady rise and fall of her shoulders. He fell back into that steady rhythm of sleep with her in his arms. A luxury that was rare and welcome.

Namjoon held Tasha a little tighter that night.

                                 Taehyung-ah, don’t give up.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Rite of Passage

Summary: You had always believed that getting to wear your boyfriend’s clothing was something magical that all women got to experience at least once. But being on the chubbier side, you didn’t expect it to ever happen for you.

Pairing: Lim Youngmin x chubby reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff. Oh and older woman (noona)/younger man au

A/N: When I first got into Youngmin when I was watching P101, I remember a video interview he did just as MXM started where he said he preferred cute and chubby women over sexy and slender. And that he would like someone older than him. I’m sure he will love whoever he meets in life that he’s attracted to, but as a chubby noona, I’ll admit, I rejoiced! Recently, this idea came to me out of nowhere, so I’m really happy to share it with you all now.

I know this is a little specific with sizing and age, but I’m sure a lot of people can relate to thinking they might not fit a certain mold in society and doubt their ability to do whatever that is. So I’ll hope you give this a read regardless. Because it’s ridiculously cute!

Word count: 1839

You shivered against the cold air, wrapping your arms around your body to keep warm. It had been sunny all day long and as your date with your new boyfriend Youngmin progressed into the night, you realised you had forgotten to bring something with you to keep you warm now that the sun was gone and replaced by the stars above.

Youngmin noticed your discomfort and shrugged off his denim jacket immediately. “Here, wear this.”

“Oh, I’m fine!” you said over-enthusiastically, dismissing his offer with a desperate smile. “Honestly, you keep it for you.”

“I’m warm and you just shook against the chill of the wind, Noona.”

You smiled forcibly, and let your arms hang loosely at your sides again. Truth be told, you were becoming quite affected by how cold it was. And, the fact that Youngmin had offered his jacket did make your heart swoon.

But you couldn’t accept it.

For years, you had actively perused novels as a teenager, smiling and squealing giddily at the romantic chivalry of the male protagonists. Whether it was offering a coat to their girlfriend or love interest when it was chilly, or doing little gestures to brighten their world, you had soaked it all up, excited for when you would one day get the blessing of receiving such gestures from someone you loved in real life.

You hadn’t been prepared for the beautiful imagery you had nurtured over those juvenile years to be shattered when you got your first boyfriend. You had played the move effortlessly, forgetting your coat one time on a date just to see what your boyfriend’s reaction would be. And then when the fateful moment came and he offered you his varsity jacket, well, you had been utterly embarrassed.

Because you had never expected it not to fit.

You weren’t someone who was considered in one weight camp over the other. You weren’t skinny enough to wear anything with ease, but you had never considered yourself to be greatly overweight either. You were thicker than most of your friends, but you had always been that way. Your mother had affectionately referred to you as big boned, and well, those bones of yours made it impossible for you to do up your boyfriend’s jacket.

“Oh, it doesn’t fit you, how about you take it off, Y/N? I didn’t think your arms would be that thick compared to mine.”

You decided that perhaps it was because you were going through another body change in life and he was more on the slender side. Not once had you thought of body size being an issue since everything happened so easily in fictions. You attempted not to let it deter you, though you subconsciously became more aware of your chubbier parts and tried to lose weight so you wouldn’t face something like this again.

With your next boyfriend, it was with sheer misfortune that you had gotten wet helping out with a booth during orientation week in your second year of university and your boyfriend had taken you into the club room to borrow something from his stash of clothes to wear instead.

Nothing fitted you and you went home, ashamed and cold.

You had vowed from that moment on, no matter who you dated, you just wouldn’t accept their offers over clothing. It wasn’t worth the heartache or the self-destructive thoughts over your body either.

You were happy within your skin as you were but you weren’t immune to feeling self-conscious like any other human out there either.

“Are you sure?” Youngmin continued and you nodded, pushing through the sting against your bare arms and smiled up at him.

You would do better to be more prepared next time.

As you continued to date Youngmin, you realised just how sweet and doting he was. He really was exactly who you had dreamed of over the years to have at your side, and whilst you hadn’t expected to date someone younger, you loved everything about him.

Except when he would insist he help you with things you knew he couldn’t.

“I’m fine, I bought a coat this time!” you cried, reaching into the bag you had been lugging around on your date and pulling it out before he could take off his hoodie. Slipping it on, you made a bit of a production in assuring him you were comfortable, smiling brightly up at Youngmin once you were done.

He sighed heavily. “Will you never let me do anything for you?”

“You don’t have to give up your warmth for me, Min. It’s a modern era now, old chivalry is over. Have you heard the new approach of women giving up their coats for their boyfriends now too? If you ever get cold, I’ll give you mine instead, okay?”

“Why? You never accept when I do anything for you like that.” Youngmin shook his head adamantly and his gaze grew guarded, hiding his disappointment below the surface.

You frowned; you didn’t understand why he was so upset. You were simply saving him the burden and you the embarrassment. Trying to shrug the moment off, you reached out for his hand and cuddled into his side. It wasn’t long until he was smiling again.

But moments like that continued. You could tell he was trying his best to ensure you were happy and comfortable whenever you were with him; though it was starting to draw a small wedge between you both.

You didn’t want him to suffer and he didn’t know why you would excessively become so independent on dates like that. You started to enjoy spending your time together at his or your apartment instead, where you didn’t have to worry about any of the ailments of the outdoors to cause an issue for you.

As the movie you were watching rolled into the credits, you glanced over at Youngmin and smiled. “That was a good movie, huh?”

“We could have gone to see it at the theatre a couple of months ago, Y/N. It would have been better on the big screen,” he replied and you felt awkward, reaching for your glass of juice hastily to distract yourself from his statement. You didn’t have a proper grip on it as you thought when you went to take a drink and proceeded to spill it on your dress.

You gasped, horrified at doing something so foolish. Especially since tonight, you were at Youngmin’s home and not yours.

“Just wait here, I’ll get you a towel,” Youngmin instructed and you sat there, scolding yourself repeatedly until he returned, a towel and one of his hoodies within his grip. You reached out for the towel appreciatively.

“Thanks, this will do.”

“You’re soaked, there’s no way I’m letting you stay in that, Noona.” He placed the hoodie down beside you. “You need to change.”

“I’ll be fine. It’ll dry soon enough and-”

“Why do you always reject my clothing offers? Is there something about them that you don’t like?”

You stared at Youngmin, unsure of what to say. You had believed you were doing the right thing by ensuring you could look after yourself. Not once had it dawned on you that your rejection of his offers would have a negative affect on how he viewed himself as your boyfriend.

Your gaze grew wide as you shook your head. “There’s nothing wrong with them or you.”

“Then why do you always make a big deal about not needing my assistance? You confuse me because you love when I dote over you so I thought you were a romantic at heart and would appreciate my attempts.”

“I do and I am,” you agreed, nodding quickly. Clutching at the towel, you decided to be honest. “I don’t want to embarrass you.”

“Y/N, it’s a bit late for that,” Youngmin admitted and you shook your head.

“I mean, I’m not skinny, Youngmin. The idea that your girlfriend can fit your clothes, it doesn’t go for everyone. I didn’t want you to feel the awkwardness of a moment when I can’t fit your clothes. That’s why I’ve done what I have in the past.”

He was silent, processing your words. Youngmin then smiled, his large hand reaching out to cup your face. “That’s really it?”

“Well, it’s to protect my heart too, I’ll admit. In the past, I’ve had to learn about the clothing thing the hard way.”

“In the past, you never dated someone like me either,” he commented, gesturing a hand to his height. He was right; he was your tallest boyfriend to date. Youngmin grinned. “You even claimed my shoulders are ridiculously broad.”

“Well, they are!”

“And I like my hoodies to be baggy, so I tend to buy larger sizes.” He gave you an encouraging smile and you realised what he wasn’t saying.

To give his clothing a try, it might just fit.

With a determined inhale, you nodded and took the hoodie from him, leaving the living room so you could remove your dress in the bathroom. After patting down your skin with the towel, you reached for his hoodie that you had placed down on the side of the basin and slipped it over your head.

And finally, the magic happened. You stared at yourself in the mirror ahead as you rearranged the garment a little, shoving your hands through the sleeves that were too long for you. A giggle soon erupted from within you, and you did a quick check over.

So, it wasn’t entirely something that looked giant on you as most depictions of a girl wearing a guy’s clothing were expressed as. But you fitted his hoodie and you felt as if you had succeeded with some sort of girlfriend ritual of being able to fit his clothes.

Entering the living room again, you beamed at Youngmin. “It fits!”

“Yes it does,” he murmured, eying you quietly.

Your elation eased off at his affected gaze. You frowned. “Do I not look good in it?”

“Well, uh…” He blushed deeply and that’s when you realised it. Now Youngmin was experiencing his own boyfriend ritual.

Seeing his girlfriend in his clothes.

“I want to keep it on,” you confirmed and he blinked away from his thoughts, nodding softly.

“Are you going to go home and sleep in it?” he questioned and you stared up at him, wondering how he had read your mind. That was exactly what you were going to do when you left to go home tonight.

Youngmin smirked. “Noona, you’re not the only one who has had fantasies about this. Guys like seeing their girlfriends in their stuff. It’s like a rite of passage.”

“So we’re now truly official since I’m finally wearing your clothes?”

Youngmin pulled you into his arms, kissing you softly. “We’ve been official for weeks now, Y/N. But I like seeing you in my clothes a little too much already. I hope we face more incidents where you need to borrow them.”

You grinned and nodded. After all, you now hoped for that too.  

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[darknytemare]

No Words, pt 8

Pairing: Taehyung x Jeongguk x Mention of OC [ft.  Namjoon x OC]

Type: Series

Genre: Idol, Poly, Interracial, Tall Female, Smut, Angst, Fluff [if you squint]

Warning: Dirty. A smidge of MxM interaction [I mean they should just do it, but they said not yet. So I’m not even in charge of this story anymore.], Sleepy Namjoon voice while he holds his girl, did I mention tired, groggy Namjoon voice?, Plotting. Best Friend threats [you know when you threaten the bf/romantic interest to take care of your bestie, or you die? Yeah, that.]

A/N - Don’t you hate getting wrecked by your own story? STG. Kim Namjoon. I might start dropping the spin-off soon? Cause the other Kim is ready to speak his piece. As always, thank you for loving this hot mess. 

Words:  2195

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Taehyung couldn’t help but smirk as the Maknae paced a hole into the wooden floorboards. Leaned back on both hands, that slight tilt to his head - that look wasn’t lost on Jeongguk. He knew it’s power well enough. Taehyung scoffed as he leaned back on his elbows. “Well, Gguk-ah?” A brow arched as he waited in that thick silence.

There was a muscle in Gguk’s jaw that seemed to throb with his pulse. His tongue prodding out the space of his cheek. A finger lifted toward the Visual as he approached. “Are you sure, Taehyung? Are you sure about this? About Her? You remember what happened, right?” He crossed his arms, watching that smug look melt away from Taehyung’s face. 

It was replaced with something else, something...darker. Something that had Taehyung springing up from his comfy recline on the sofa. “Are you sure, Gguk-ah? Because I know what I want. I was sure two years ago, and I’m sure as hell sure now. I’m not letting her escape. Not this time.” Long spindly fingers clawed the air in front of Jeongguk’s face. “You know she feels the same way, Jeongguk.” He spoke between clenched teeth. “You knew it before, and you realized it at the Christmas party last year.” Taehyung’s mouth turned downward as Jeongguk sighed.

“It’s always been us, Tae.” The formalities dropped in this close private space between them. Jeongguk ran his fingers through the fluffy fringe of his hair. “What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to do?” The other hand reached and tugged as he spun on his heel. Tae watched him, the frown deepened.

Taehyung sat on the edge of the couch as the maknae paced. “You need to find out for yourself, Jeongguk. I can’t make this decision for you. But, it’s obvious that you need to say and do something, Gguk-ah.” His lips pressed into a thin line as Jeongguk turned to face him. 

“I love you.” The massive push of air through the maknae’s flared nostrils rattled the air. They met each other with lust blown pupils.

“I know.” Tae’s deep rumble cut through the tension. “I love you, too. But I also love her.” 

There was something akin to a breeze that past between them as Jeongguk closed the distance. His hands wrapped around the back of Taehyung’s neck as their foreheads touched. Tae placed a hand on Gguk’s chest, right above the thundering beat of his heart.

The Visual smirked softly, “And you might love her, too.”

“What are we going to do?” Jeongguk’s lips brushed against Taehyung’s forehead, a soft sigh escaping. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed himself to put all the puzzle pieces together. 

Puzzle pieces? Right. It was always when you were just about finished - that one piece still went missing. So you gave up or chose to start a new puzzle. The boys all managed to keep their relationships, outside or with each other, secret. They were supportive of each other over heartbreaks - just like any friend would do. They were professional enough that private dalliances never affected their work ethic. They worked hard to get where they were, and they wouldn’t jeopardize that. 

Sometimes you needed more, and some understood that - without judgment.

And that is what Jeongguk feared the most. “Love exists in as many forms as there are people.” He spoke quietly against the elder’s skin. Tae arched a brow as he tilted his head upward. Their noses brushed as he awaited an explanation.

“I..” Gguk looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his neck. “I might have mentioned, discreetly, about this..to Ki-Nam.” Tae groaned, his head rolling back as his eyes shut. “Now, hold on a second. I didn’t tell him who or what. I just asked a question, that’s all.”

“And that question was?” Tae’s fingers lingered at the pinched section of the maknae’s hip.

“Can you be in love with two people at the same time?” The younger muttered quietly. “And he said, that love exists in as many forms as people do. So, the combination that works for me might not work for others.” Tae’s brow ticked upward, shocked at such a mature - and logical explanation. “But, he said that I would know that combination - and that if I’m not careful? I..it could go away.” 

Taehyung looked like a deer in headlights as that maturity came spilling out of Jeongguk. His gaze softened when those long fingers slid against the younger’s jaw. “Look at you, being an adult.” Gguk scowled, nipping at those invading fingers.

Taehyung was quick to remove them. The bunny bites could be...painful. 

“So?” Gguk ruffled his hair again with a deep inhale. “I suppose we should plan something then, yes?” Turning to Taehyung, who was smiling wide - his wheels already turning. 

“You need to get her alone, Gguk-ah. You have to let her know your intentions. You have to let her know that you’re serious.” Tae’s eyes darkened as he thought back to the karaoke room over a month ago. “I feel it’s typical that she feels the need to protect herself. But, she’s scared..and she’s stubborn.” Jeongguk smirked at that.

“I think that’s what I like about her.” The Maknae chuckled softly. “She comes across coldly, but the moment we need something? She’s there to worry about us. She really is sort of like family now, isn’t she?” He pursed his lips in thought as Tae nodded in agreement.

“She is. We know they had a difficult time when they got here. We’re not stupid - even if she and Tasha tried to keep it under wraps.” Taehyung let his fingers play over his bottom lip. “We’ve heard the stories, but to have that asshole just…”

“Taehyung, don’t.” Jeongguk’s voice turned raspy and deep. He remembered the way she looked, trying to scramble from the table. They were lucky to catch her before she found a cab. They both inhaled deeply before gazing at each other again. Taehyung tilted his face up as Jeongguk stood between his legs.

“You trust me, right?” Tae’s voice was quiet and deep. Gguk nodded quietly. “Then trust yourself, Gguk-ah. I do. My feelings for you will never change, even as we do. You’ll always be special to me. But, you know I can’t ignore these things.” He offered a slight smile. Tae has always been the odd man out. Still doing things on the far side of the typical path. He saw the world differently, and he acted upon it. Jeongguk was along for the ride, and it has taken them both places they couldn’t have found living in fear. They couldn’t have seen them if they weren’t living at all. 

That thick muscle ticked in Jeongguk’s jaw as he held Taehyung’s gaze. His shoulders finally sagged, his head dropping in defeat. There was an energy between the three of them, this much was true. He wanted that sensation again. 

Taehyung quietly watched the maknae process his emotions. He knew that pressuring Gguk would result in resistance. He considered it a blessing; he made the discovery on his own. It would be a higher chance of success with them working as a team. 

“We’re supposed to do a late Thanksgiving get together.” Jeongguk’s voice was raspy, deep, and serious. Taehyung’s brows ticked upward with a nod. “But it’s not just our staff.” The younger’s arms crossed the broad expanse of his chest.

Taehyung sucked an irritated breath through his teeth. “That’s right. There’s supposed to be mixed in with one of the stations, right?” The younger nodded as he flopped down into a crouch. “That means the other students that either returned or stayed will be in the same space.” 

“But, of course, we’re there for appearance sake, and then we’re off to do our own thing.” Gguk waved a hand haphazardly. “Maybe I’ll join you for karaoke this time.” Jeongguk lips lifted in a sly smirk. Tae tilted his head; the realization caused his eyes to pop wide open.

“You..” Tae stuttered as Jeongguk stood up, stretching with a smile. 

“Hyungie, it’s a good thing that place was noisy,” Gguk smirked before moving to put on the coffee.

Taehyung’s growl wasn’t missed as Jeongguk couldn’t help smiling over the dig. The Visual wore a sour look as Gguk gleefully started breakfast. He glanced down to his phone, his fingers ghosting over a message he received earlier in the evening.

        Tash-Tash: I can trust you, right, Tae-tae?

        Tae-Tae: Of course, Tash-tash! Why would you question that now?

Jeongguk sang some melody as he cracked eggs and turned on the stove. 

       Tash-Tash: Because my best friend is a moron and I can’t stand it anymore.

        Tae-Tae: Whaaaatt are you talking about, woman?

Taehyung stared at the message again - his eyes narrowing.

    Tash-Tash: Tae, I’m gonna be straight with you. If you don’t do anything? She’s gonna bounce. I can’t keep bouncing with her. I’ve gotten my Visa handled. You know how I feel about Joon. I’m not going to blow this. That girl loves you, she’s scared, and she’s being stupid. I can tell you now...she’s already booking plane tickets.

    Tae-tae: Thank you, Tasha. Thank you for trusting me and for telling me. I promise I’ll fix it.

    Tash-Tash: Good, I’d like us to spend New Years together. Plus, I know you’re birthday is coming up. Get on it, Kim Taehyung, or I’ll come and put my foot in your ass! <3

At that time, Jeongguk managed to throw together a cheesy egg toast. Taehyung turned the phone toward him as he chewed. He watched the maknae’s eyes darken and lift to him. “Our girl likes to run, doesn’t she?” 

Taehyung smiled as he picked up his portion. “Good thing, we love a good chase.”

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The blue light of the cellphone illuminated in the darkness of the room as she stared at the screen. A set of forest green eyes settled on the thin space in the curtain. She could see the world changing as something like Winter set over Hannam-dong. 

Thick fingers dragged up her thigh and along the curve of her hip. “Jagiya.” The raspy voice thick with sleep ghosted a warm breath against the nape of her neck. She couldn’t help the smile threatening to split her face. The taller form tugged her from her perch on the edge of the bed. The phone lost to the piles of clothes already on the floor. A forearm across her abdomen held her captive with a groan. “Are you still talking to Taehyung-ah?” Namjoon didn’t bother to open his eyes, but she could tell he was definitely awake. 

Tasha looked over her shoulder slightly, his face obscured by the pillow and her shoulders. “I did.” Her gaze moved to the window again. “He said he would fix it.” She chewed the meat of her bottom lip. 

“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.

Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.

“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily. 

“Tasha.” There was a stern set to his tone. She knew that tone, and already her eyes were rolling, but she knew he was right. “I know he cares about her. Trust us. Trust him.” Her fingers slid along the veins protruding along his arm. “Trust me.” She turned to find his eyes open, dark and dazzling - full of conviction.

Tasha turned fully in his embrace, her fingers dancing along the passionate purple blossoms under his collarbone. He encircled her fingers with his hand, his lips easing along the worry lines of her forehead.

“I don’t understand how she tells me to go for it with you - but she denies herself.” An irritated huff as Namjoon chuckled sleepily. 

“You weren’t that easy either, jagiya.” Tasha ducked her face into his shoulder at that.

“I didn’t expect to…” He watched her fight to say the words. 

“Fall in love?” He finished.

“...with you.” She added.

“I was just one of those people. Didn’t even believe in true love.” Tasha’s eyes widened. Maybe it was the sleep-thick rasp of his voice? Perhaps it was the lyrics? “All of my wonder. You are the answer..” 

They stared at each other in that heavy silence before Namjoon pulled her closer. His head resting atop hers as he drew lazy circles along her spine. She fell asleep against the steady thrum of his heart.

Namjoon watched the world flutter by outside his window. His gaze lowered to the steady rise and fall of her shoulders. He fell back into that steady rhythm of sleep with her in his arms. A luxury that was rare and welcome.

Namjoon held Tasha a little tighter that night.

                                  Taehyung-ah, don’t give up.

[remade-jimintensify]

what are your favorite fics? authors? also I love you and your writing a lot, it's amazing, please keep it up ❤

oh my god, okay first: thank you sososo much? this means a lot to me tbh :((( wow. whenever ppl praise my writing i’m ??? did you actually read it? lmao, but i am thankful some are liking and supporting it ;_; ((coughs anticipate my jikook skater au then wooh LMAOO))

okay, sooooo. let me tell you that i have a loooooooot of favs lmao, and i can’t choose at all. but i will just tell you some that knocked me out of my socks. same with the authors tbh fhsdgfsdjgsg. also, as you may know: i mostly read mxm soooo yeah, heh :]

fav fics:

↬ beta tau sigma by bazooka | namjin

↬ evanescent by heauxseoks | minjoon

↬ripped jeans and velvet skin by strangedesires | taekook

↬relax, don’t do it by yoongidontdoit | jikook

↬ the less i know the better by mucha | taegi

↬ can’t pin me down by busan_brat | jikook

↬ the waiting game by bonnia | jikook

↬ ambrosia by novilunar | jikook

↬ all fall down by sweetsyub | taegi

↬ glass diamonds by ginforink | jikook

↬ hurt locker by mmeirene | vmon

↬ fucking date me by pornographicpenguin | yoonkook

↬ flower talk by soranosuzu | jikook

↬ maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes | taekook

↬ fists over flowers by infinitizeit | yoonseok

↬  our sinking friendship (we drown them all) by skateboardsound | vmin

↬ love me on film by signifying_nothing | sugamon

fav authors:

visbaeallday ↬especially her taegi/jikook fic “on top of this ending tune”

signifying_nothing ↬ i only found them recently bc of a sugamon fic, bless their soul tbh

bazooka ↬i read my first ever namjin fic (beta tau sigma) from them and :((( still sobbing highkey?

@hobilu ↬erika is such a good writer, im the leader of her fan club. besiiiiides, she was the first to ever mention vmon in my presence and then i read her yoonseok and her abo vmon and sobs into the next dimension honestly

mintyoongee aka @cuddleseok ↬ummmmmmmm britt is such a good writer???? not only did she write a jikook for me, NO, she also sometimes writes small ships and lots of yoonseok and i just love all her fics and yeah ok bye

busan_brats ↬.. honestly.. they write uPSETTING ENDINGS MOST OF THE TIME but the way they write is to D*E for, i am in loooove also they write my fav ships so lmao, a big plus

happy_tokki aka @berry-happy-tokki ↬UMMMMMM SHE IS MY FAV BERRY also yes she wrote a jikook for me (too) and :(((( it was the sweetest thing i’ve ever read, byeeee

exfatamorgana ↬do i have to say more than: they write goddamn junghope? i don’t think so

lethallergic ↬THEIR VAMPIRE AU!VHOPE WAS MY FIRST OF THEM AND!!!!! it was the best thing i’ve ever read, ok bye

ginforink ok so they wrote some rlly good jikook fics, like i linked above but also THE BEST AND LONGEST NAMKOOK FIC THERE PROBABLY IS???? honestly just pls check them out ;_;

send me “what’s your favorite..” asks 💫

[gguksgalaxy]

Lily Luck | BTS | Teaser

To be posted the 7th of March 23:59pm CET / 17:59 EST!

“You get five chances to meet your soulmate. Five opportunities to look them in the eyes and be overwhelmed with the feeling of love. To find a little red line around your pinky finger. Yet, the feeling dwindles with each missed opportunity. Each missed opportunity comes with a scar where that red line should be. It's a game of fate and luck, and the latter doesn't seem to be on your side.”

›› AU: Soulmates ›› Genre: Angst / Fluff if you squint ›› Rating: R (implicit sexual content) ›› Pairing: Mystery Member x Reader, MxM pairings ›› Word Count: 9.3k (1.3k teaser) ›› Warnings Include: Swearing, alcohol use, romantic angst and anxiety, implicit sexual content. This is not a nsfw 18+ fic! A/N: Dear @spicykoreantatertots​ sorry to have kept you waiting, but here it finally is. Or at least, the first scene of the story. A sneak peak for what's to come because I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. The rest will be here next weekend for you to enjoy fully. I hope that I was able to make something you would enjoy. Hang on tight love — Lily, your admirer.

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Soulmates of the first mark are the most devoted. Their love is pure and all-consuming.

You’re late. It’s your first class of the semester and you’re terribly late. The worst part is that you got up at six in the morning to make it and you’re still late. As one of the only fifteen people to make it into this class you consider yourself lucky. But if you’re late you will also be promptly replaced by someone on the waiting list.

So you’re running, darting across campus because your train had been stuck at a red sign and made you just those five minutes late which could cost you your spot. Out of breath, you swerve a corner, nearly tumbling over as the sole of your boot gets caught on the pavement. You shouldn’t have worn platforms.

You’re gonna make it. No matter what. Continuing your sprint towards the building at the south end of campus, you check the time on your phone. Four minutes left. You can d—

Colliding straight into someone’s chest, you topple forward. Your bag skirts over the stones and you curse out loud. The guy does the same, having landed straight on his backside with you sprawled over his lap.

You don’t have time for this. All you see before you scramble up is a messy mop of blonde hair and a very exotic — not messed up — bouquet of lilies.

“I’m sorry!” You rush, grabbing your bag and continuing your race to the classroom. Up the stairs to the building, through the revolving doors and into the elevator which — god bless — is downstairs.

There’s no way you’ll look presentable. Hair a mess, face red and sweaty, breathing ragged. But you’ll make it. You’ve worked yourself to the brim getting an 80% average to qualify for this class. Two years of agonising criminology and law courses, just for this class. The Criminal Law Clinic would give you much of the needed experience for working in the criminal law field once you graduate. That’s why everyone wants to take this class. It’s the only one that lets you tackle actual criminal cases in court.

You walk inside with your water bottle half chugged down and coat slung around your arm. The teacher gives you a suspicious look, but you hold your head high. The man is notorious for being a real drill sergeant when it comes to this class.

There’s one seat left, beside a guy whom you know as Jung Hoseok. Fourth year law student. Took a gap year to be the head of activities at Moop, the criminology and criminal law student association. A terrible name, but a great association with a great team. Hoseok’s parties are still being talked about.

“Okay everyone, please take out the prepared material so we can get started,” the teacher says, standing up from his seat. “Today we’ll be discussing the setup for this clinic, as well as the first case and who will be second chair.”  That’s everyone’s reason to be here. To get to sit next to him at a criminal law case in court and help win it. Hands on experience. “Each of you should’ve prepared a way to tackle this case, the one with the best defense will get the spot.”

You sigh calmly, trying not to freak out about arguing your case while you’re still recovering from your sprint. As you’re scrolling through your laptop to find the material, you notice a burning sensation on your hand. Have you scraped yourself during your fall? You frown, looking down and—

Right there on your pinky finger sits a small white scar. Neatly wrapped around the digit as if you had once worn a thin ring there.

A soulmate scar? No. That can’t be. Right?

Your eyes widen, vision blurring as you stare. A missed opportunity to bond with your soulmate. But why didn’t you notice? Everybody always says that when you pass them you feel a pull. One that makes you look back and lock eyes with them only to feel as if the world explodes into a thousand colours of fireworks and butterflies.

It takes one gaze into your soulmates eyes for you to bond. For a small red line to wrap itself around your pinky finger that will tie you together for all eternity. Yet once the opportunity is missed, and you don’t meet eyes despite being so close, a white scar appears. It signifies the damage upon your connection.

You shake, tears appearing in the corners of your eyes as you stare at the small scar on your finger. There’s a hollow feeling in your chest, like something is missing that was there before. Your gut twists with nausea, hands trembling as you touch the scar. A hiss passes your lips. It stings.

“Hey? Are you okay?” Hoseok asks, placing a hand on your shoulder. He must’ve followed your gaze to where you’re staring at your finger because he curses under his breath. “Okay, come on.” Looking up at the teacher, he speaks again. “Please excuse us.” He helps you stand up on wobbly legs. “She’s not feeling well, I’m just going to help her get some fresh air.”

The teacher calls something after you, but you don’t quite catch it as Hoseok leads you through the hallway to the outside seating area on the third floor.

You missed your soulmate. You had severed the line that was supposed to pull the two of you together and now that scar will be there forever. A painful reminder of the tear. Only four opportunities left to meet them, or you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life. Scolded by society too.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Hoseok whispers, shaking you.

It’s only then that you realise the tears running down your cheeks. You sniffle, wiping them away. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, not even certain what for. Hoseok doesn’t know you, why would he take care of you like this? “Thanks for coming with me. You can go back to class.”

He shakes his head, handing you a water bottle. “I’m not going to leave you here to cry on your own.”

You thank him softly, taking a few sips from the bottle along with some deep breaths. The empty feeling remains, as if your soulmate had ripped your heart straight out of your chest. It still burns, the scar, and it gets worse the more you pay attention to it.

This is not a situation you ever thought you’d be in. You’ve always dreamed of having a first mark soulmate. Someone who would be devoted to you for the rest of your lives. Who would stand by your side and fight for you. An all-consuming love. You’ve seen it first hand — your parents are first mark soulmates, and your best friend has one too. You will never have that. The opportunity has been robbed from you all because your train was late.

“What if I don’t find them?” You ask, completely disregarding that Hoseok shouldn’t have to answer such questions from you.

Hoseok smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back. “You will. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you will find them.”

Can you believe that? “Not everyone finds them.”

“There’s no reason to worry about that while you’ve still got four opportunities left.” Hoseok shifts a little closer, showing you his hand with his palm facing upwards.

His skin is tan, long slender fingers seemingly soft even if you haven’t touched them. And there, around his pinky and ring finger, sit two white scars. He missed them twice? Most people meet their soulmate on the first or second encounter. Set up for life with a devoted lover. Yet some take longer to find the bond that by then will have dwindled with each meeting.

“I promise that the pain will go away, and that numb, empty feeling in your chest will too. Just give it some time, they will cross your path once again.” Hoseok’s voice is soothing, and he gives you another hopeful smile as your eyes flicker between your hand and his. “Don’t let people tell you anything different. Fate will bless you on another day.”

You suppose he’s right.

If you're reading this from a reblog, be wary that the rating has been upped to R due to the inclusion of implicit sexual content. This means that reader discretion is advised for those under the age of 18.

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