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jvngkook97 · 3 years ago

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Song of the Heart

pairing; idol!jungkook x non-idol!reader, semi-famous!reader ft. Jessi + Jay Park

genre; angst, fluff, smut, soulmate au, age gap au

warnings; cursing, extremely frustrated reader, equally as frustrated and more emotional koo, both reader and koo are not virgins so safe to say that they both have slept around a bit, implied smut, kinda like an idiots to lovers if I’m being honest, reader is bffs with Jessi, and her father who were aging up for the sake of this story is Psy, which is how she’s in the loop of knowing celebrities, koo is 26 in this and reader is 30, Jessi is still 33, and Psy will be more in his 50s

rating; 18+

w/c; 4,685

a/n; this was inspired by the idea and help of these two blogs bringing this prompt to my attention when I was searching for soulmate prompts. so thank you! @ausforsoulmates + @thatscrazyrandom for your huge contribution to this existing. and if you haven’t, highly recommend listening to Psy and Suga’s new song “That That”. it’s a banger. <3

You officially give up on finding your soulmate.

It’s not like you haven’t been trying to look for them. At first, you were all gung-ho when it came to looking. Especially when you first started hearing the songs in your head when you turned 18. It was difficult to pin point who the culprit was, being all their songs were popular songs sung by everyone around the world that everyone knew.

There were even days you felt like you did find them by some miracle, only for them to sorrowfully correct you in your findings and you would part ways amicably. A handful, however, would further dig the metaphorical knife into you on occasion by explaining that they’ve already found their soulmate, and introducing you to their significant other who was conveniently close by.

Those days you could be heard sobbing under a heap of covers on the couch, making your feelings escalate by watching overly cheesy rom-coms. The only action you would ever get by men were from Ben and Jerry on those nights. They never failed to cheer you up and help you gain a few pounds with their creamy ice cream goodness. The only loyal men you would ever meet, you were sure.

And even though you would be perfectly content in doing those same activities on a nightly basis, it would be spontaneously interrupted by your best friend, and idol, Jessi. When ever she was in town, that is.

An obnoxious onslaught of your doorbell could be heard cutting through your movie of choice for the night, ‘Crazy Rich Asians’. Pausing the movie, you gave out a loud sigh already knowing who was behind the door. Throwing your blankets off of you, you clambered off the couch and sulked your way to the front door. You definitely did not have the energy to deal with your guest right now, but if you ignored her she would just let herself in eventually with they key you now regret giving her.

And sure enough, a very unflattering close up of her face could be seen through the video intercom located a few feet from the door. You pressed the button that allowed you to speak through it, not quite buzzing her in just yet.

“What do you want?” You asked in a monotone voice, which is how she knew exactly what mood you were in at the moment, causing her personality to shine through with a fervor.

“Bitch, if you do not open this door in the next two seconds I will make you regret it.” She stated with a million dollar smile on her face.

But you were up for the challenge.

“And what will you do, if I don’t?” You asked, stubborn nature that you inherited from your father, Park Jae-sang, professionally known as Psy, coming out. Yes, the world renowned singer, rapper, songwriter, record producer, and owner of P Nation. The same label that Jessi was under contract with. Which is how you two fatefully met.

She looked down at her phone for a second, doing something, you don’t know what. Tapping your foot impatiently, you rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to tell your best friend oh so lovingly, to fuck off for the night. You shared the same potty mouth she did, which is why you two clicked so easily.

“Wow, I’m shaking in my–“ you mockingly started spewing, before you were cut off by her showing you that she was FaceTiming someone. A certain someone who was your ex. But you still stayed friends, having a mutual break up that for once didn’t end in hateful words and actions. Someone that Jessi was just as close with as you. In fact, she was the reason you two started dating in the first place. So, you weren’t worried about talking with him, no. That wasn’t the problem. What had you concerned is what exactly your unfiltered mouth of a best friend would say to your ex that had your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Wait. What are you doing? Why are you FaceTiming–“ once again you were cut off, this time by the face of your ex answering the call. At first he had a smile on his face, then surveying exactly what he was looking at, he mirrored the same look that you wore on your face.

“Jessi? Y/N?” He questioned you both with caution, not sure what the premise was behind the very abrupt call. But he learned the hard way to never ignore any calls from Jessi, otherwise you would face a wrath only she could bring. A wrath you’ve unfortunately witnessed yourself, and what you’re currently witnessing, yet again.

“Jay mother fucking Park! My man!” She happily greeted the singer, still holding the phone up to your video intercom where he only saw your face.

“Y/N here was just telling me in very,” she emphasized with a wink at you, “explicit detail how good of a job you did at devouring her pus–“

You never opened a door so fast in your life. Yanking the phone from her devilish grip you very quickly gave the singer an apologetic smile, promising to talk with him soon, and hung up the call.

“I hate you.” You said to her with a glare and slitted eyes. Shoving the phone into her boobs that you always envied, you turned on your heel and walked back into your apartment, leaving the door wide open for her to walk into on her own.

She sauntered her way through your door with a cheeky smile on her face, and gracefully kicked the door closed with the heel of her foot. Your whole body stiffened at the deafening loud slam of the front door. Wincing slightly before turning back around to your unannounced visitor seeing red.

“Are you serious?!” You looked up at the digital clock hanging above your tv, eyes widening at the time displayed. “It is 1:30 in the morning you asshole! You could’ve woken the neighbors up!”

She blew a raspberry at you in response and made herself at home, plopping herself on your couch that had her instantly sinking into it, the material feeling as if you were laying on what a cloud would feel like in the clear blue skies of Seoul, South Korea where you resided at. When you were blessed with them, that is.

“So, miss–“ she leaned forward to get a better look at your rather large screen tv that she still needed to squint at. You sighed inwardly, more than prepared for the remarks to come out of her mouth as you chose to sit on the opposite corner of the couch as her.

“You’re really watching ‘Crazy Rich Asians’? Again?” She asked in disdain, now opting to turning sideways on the couch, sitting to face you at the other end. Elbow resting on the back of the couch, head resting sideways on the palm of her hand. You mirrored her exact pose from your position on the opposite side.

“Yes.”

“Girl, maybe you just need to get laid.” She said so casually, that you believed for a second getting laid is exactly what you needed. She could be cunningly manipulative like that. Before you came to your senses and realized that no you don’t.

“No.”

“I bet Mr. Jay wouldn’t mind volunteering as tribute to help ease your womanly woes of dry spell.” She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively.

This time it was you blowing the raspberry at her in response. Not giving her the pleasure of even answering to her ridiculously correct suggestion. You know for a fact that he wouldn’t mind.

Having reminded you of it last week when you saw him at a mutual friend’s birthday party that was hosted at this popular club in Seoul. All the celebrities were there, so of course that meant he would be as well. And you almost did cave into the familiar routine you two would take after a night out, when he would Uber you both a ride to your place. Cause for him, knowing that you were home safely regardless of any sexual activities happening, was enough for him to sleep peacefully that night. But, you kept your resolve strong, and with a chaste kiss on the singer’s cheek and a ‘get home safely’, you shut the door on his pretty face and crashed in your bed, alone.

Speak of the devil.

The familiar ringtone of your ex could be heard blaring from your phone that was face down on the couch in front of you, making Jessi snicker to herself in glee. You made a face at the idol, and picked your phone up to confirm that it was very much your ex, Jay, calling you at nearly 2 in the morning now. Though, to be fair, you guys called him first and it let him know you were both still awake even at this ungodly hour.

You answered the phone, putting it on speaker since you know Jessi will inevitably have something to jab at. It was just the kind of friendship they had, like brother and sister. It was cute, you’ll admit.

“Hey Jay, what’s up?” You asked nonchalantly, Jessi making kissy faces at you in the background, making you grab the nearest thing closest to you to throw at her. Which happened to be a magazine you were looking at earlier, long forgotten on the coffee table in front of you once you started your movie of the night.

“There’s a premiere party tomorrow night that Min Yoongi is hosting for the collab he did with your dad. You’re going to it, right?” He asked you in a hopeful tone.

You gave a loud groan. You hated going to parties where your dad was at. Him always finding some kind of way to embarrass his only daughter. You were just about to tell him no, you’d much rather not go to a party, and stay in the safe confines of your apartment, when you were so rudely interrupted by the she devil in front of you. That should be her signature, interrupting people in mid conversation abrasively.

“We’ll be there, and you better be here to escort us over there.” She demanded, contrary to her pleasant voice she was putting on. “Oh, and wear all black so we can match and be bad bitches.” She threw in as an afterthought, always being one for fashion more than you.

Did he not call you?

Why is she answering for you?

Seeing your mouth start to open in retaliation to her response, Jessi shouted a ‘bye, be here at 7!’ before hanging up the call for you. And thus, it looked like you were going to a party tomorrow. Where your doting father would be.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

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Jungkook really wasn’t up for going to this party right now. He was still sporting a hangover from the night prior. Thankfully, he woke up in his own bed for once, and not some random fellow idol. Where he would have to sneakily put on his clothes and leave before they woke up and had to do the whole awkward confrontation of feelings. If they had any, which not to toot his own horn but, so far they all shared some kind of hidden feelings for him.

Known for his reputation as the bands playboy, it was easy for him to find someone to make him feel good for the night. Of course, he was a gentleman in the fact that he made sure his temporary partner left feeling satisfied as well. He’s not that much of an asshole.

But unfortunately for them, Jungkook didn’t do feelings. He just did hook ups. Never allowing himself to cross that invisible line. Not since his last and only long term relationship, where she ended up finding her soulmate the same night he was going to propose to her. Ever since then, he vowed to himself not to get attached, unless it’s with the soulmate fated to him.

You would think being a celebrity meant he could find his soulmate quicker than most. Especially when his job requires him to go to different cities and countries on an almost daily basis, where a lot of the times they do a fan meet. The only problem? He knew it was someone who wasn’t a fan of BTS. Considering that not once did he ever hear them sing one song of theirs. Not one. Though, what he did find out, was that they shared a love of Jessi’s songs and ironically, Jay Park. A fellow idol whom he recently hung out with himself. Cool guy. Can’t blame his soulmate for that one.

So, to put it bluntly, he was shit out of luck.

Having no viable excuse to not attend the party that centered around one of his fellow band mates, Min Yoongi, aka Suga, he strode into the party with confidence and a gleaming smile. Another one of his band mates and best friend, Park Jimin, hanging off of him with his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders, patting him on the chest with his other hand and laughing at his own joke. One that Jungkook only pretended to have heard and let out a chuckle of his own.

With bored eyes that contradicted the smile he wore, he surveyed the crowd within the house. Not one person catching his eye yet, he sighed in defeat and let Jimin tug him around the house, where they eventually made it out into the backyard where the main party was taking place. A small stage was set up and he could see Yoongi standing with his hands clasped in front of him, Psy was walking back and forth across the stage with energy Jungkook only hoped to have when he hit his age.

He was ranting on about how great it was working with Yoongi, and the process of creating the song. His topic of choice then randomly switched to his only daughter you’re guessing he just saw within the crowd cause he pointed at her enthusiastically as he yelled her name. Jungkook couldn’t personally see what she looked like from his and Jimin’s position being towards the back of the crowd. And he’s never met her. But man, does he feel a twinge of empathy for the girl who had to deal with the personality of her father on a daily basis.

Jimin tugged on Jungkook’s shirt to get him to follow him through the throngs of people surrounding them in order to get a better position towards the front. Bumping shoulders with a few bodies, he sheepishly smiled and apologized with a dip of his head. Finally making it up to the front, he saw that the rest of his band members shared the same idea, them all lined up to support their own in his accomplishment. Jungkook gave each of them a hug, and a hello. And Jimin mimicked his actions.

Once Psy was done talking, he offered the mic to Yoongi, bowing slightly at him, which made Yoongi smile albeit a bit awkwardly in response. He was never one for being singled out on stage without the comforting presence of his fellow members there to help take most of the attention off him. But once Yoongi noticed who stood there in a line in front of the stage, he instantly gained confidence and went on a little speech of his own.

“Hey JK.” A voice off to the side of him announced their presence to the golden maknae, giving him a slight pat on the shoulder.

Turning his head in their direction, his doe eyes widened, before a bunny toothed smile appeared on his face at the figure before him.

“Jay! How are you man? Good to see you!” Jungkook gave the singer the infamous ‘bro hug’ and was about to ask him if he wanted to accompany him to get a drink after this segment of the party was over, when his thoughts got interrupted by the loud music that suddenly blared from the huge speakers on either side of the stage. Yoongi and Psy’s song on full blast for the first time. It was insanely catchy. And it seemed like everyone loved it already just from the opening beat.

Much to the crowd’s surprise, once the chorus hit, a small cluster of people ran onto the stage as both Yoongi and Psy led the main dance of the chorus, making everyone in the audience applaud and cheer, Jungkook included.

Jungkook suddenly stilled in his applause and raucous cheering out of nowhere. Making Jay, who was going to make a comment on the song to Jungkook, stare at him in confusion.

“Yo, you good, man?” Giving out a humorless chuckle as he asked.

Jungkook lifted a hand in response, silencing the next question Jay was going to say. His eyes were staring ahead with a glazed look. He was there, but not there at the same time. Jay just shrugged his shoulders in response and continued on watching the show in front of him. Jungkook would later apologize for his rude behavior, explaining why he needed a moment to himself.

His heart started beating in a rhythm he hasn’t felt since his last serious relationship. His whole body filled up with warmth that for once didn’t involve his sexcapades, or have to do with the constant body heat currently surrounding him. No, it was because of his soulmate.

His soulmate was singing.

She was singing the current song that was echoing around him from the speakers, said song’s beat reverberating through his body in waves.

The same song that is being heard for the first time for this party’s ears only.

Holy fucking shit.

She was here.

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Your whole body was vibrating. And it wasn’t due to the vibrations felt from the ground. Unbeknownst to you, who was a mere few people down the line from Jungkook, he was having the same kind of reaction that you were having.

He was here. He was here. He was here. It was like a mantra playing in your head.

And this time, you were 100% positive it was him.

Both your hands landed with a smack in the middle of the two chests of your friends standing next to you. Making them both groan at the sudden impact, Jessi turning to you with a ‘what the fuck’ face and her mouth open with a few choice words ready to come out before it was you interrupting her for once. Jay just had a look of worry, seeing the same glazed look on your face that he just witnessed Jungkook have. Weird, he thought.

“He’s here.” Was all you said out loud.

With the song coming to an end, the audience erupted into one last extended applause and cheer before dying down. People splintering off with friends to do only god knows what. Not that you cared. Only having one thing on your mind. Or rather, one person.

Your soulmate.

“Who is here, babe? Him?” Jessi asked you, wanting you to confirm her suspicions, but she knew. She always knew with you. Cause to her, you were her platonic soulmate. Her soul sister.

“Who are we talking about here?” Jay asked curiously, still not catching on to what his two close friends were going on about. He sighed in mock frustration as you both just stared at each other, having some weird telepathic conversation with your eyes. Then out of nowhere Jessi gasped, eyes going wide as she exclaimed rather loudly.

“Shut the fuck up, you bitch!”

He never wanted to walk away from the duo so fast, her loud voice having drawn a lot of people’s attention to the trio with a look of wonder and disgust at her vulgar choice of words. Those that did know Jessi just ignored her sudden outburst, obviously used to her antics by now.

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Jungkook included, apparently. Only rolling his eyes at the loud voice that echoed throughout the night sky, before turning to his band mates and announcing what he just figured out.

“Guys, she’s here. She’s fucking here of all places!” Jungkook exclaimed, words coming out a mile a minute.

Namjoon, being the calm one of the group, put his hands on the youngest shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“Slow down, buddy. Who are we taking about here?” He asked, having a feeling, but not sure. For all he knew, it was someone who he slept with and just didn’t want to see. He needed him to further explain.

“My soulmate, my soul–,” Jungkook’s voice cracked, an overwhelming rush of emotions hitting him at once at the prospect of finally finding his other half. Finding you.

He’s waited so long for this moment.

If he didn’t find you tonight, it would break him.

“That’s amazing, bro!” “Holy shit.” “Can’t wait to finally meet her!” Multiple replies could be heard to his statement.

But the one that stood out like a sore thumb?

“Who is she? Where is she?” Yoongi asked upon entering the conversation, a look of surprise on his face.

He had no idea. And if he was going to find you, he needed a plan, and their help to do it.

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You grasped the sides of your head in frustration, ruining your hair that Jessi did for you before arriving to the party.

“Hey! No need to take it out on your hair, baby.” Jessi soothingly said for once, grasping each hand of yours with her own and holding onto them.

Your lip quivered as you stared at her, eyes welling up with unshed tears. You were on the verge of breaking down and embarrassing yourself, but you didn’t care. Almost a full hour has passed with you all trying to find him and still no luck. What if he wasn’t here anymore? The thought alone made a broken sob escape your lips.

Jessi pulled you into one of her infamous hugs. Yeah, she had a loud and obnoxious voice, unfiltered potty mouth, and personality to match. But, she always gave the best hugs. And always meant well. You don’t know what you would do without her.

Clutching onto the back of her outfit to stay steady on your feet, you hugged her back. Chin resting on her shoulder, your view now consisting of the group of people that were making their way onstage. What are they doing? You thought curiously.

Jay took a more offhand approach to comforting you, rubbing your lower back in soothing circles. His eyes squinting at the stage, noticing the group who was now occupying it as well. Curiosity peaked just like yours. Except this time, he outwardly expressed his thoughts.

“Huh, I wonder what Jungkook and his band is up too.” He spoke with a look of amusement. “We should go find out!” He looked at his two friends with a grin, wanting to do something, anything, to change the mood surrounding their trio.

Pulling away from the hug, Jessi agreed with Jay. Now clutching a hand of yours and Jay’s, she led your group towards the stage, wanting to get first dibs at being close to the front before everyone started crowding around again.

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Only one plan came into his head, but now nerves were starting to kick in, thoughts of despair creeping in.

What if you already left? What if you weren’t even here anymore and he was doing this all for nothing?

Shaking himself out of his own head, he grabbed the mic off the mic stand and brought it to his lips with a shaky grip. The other members just stood around him in support, watching their youngest about to wear his heart on his sleeve for the first time in years. They could only hope it went well for him in the end, knowing how it would destroy him otherwise.

Jimin placed a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder, asking him a silent question with his eyes. Jungkook could only nod in approval.

Jimin waved at Yoongi who stood by the DJ table that was off to the side of the stage, the rapper flipping a switch that would play an unreleased song of theirs only they would know. One Jungkook helped write for countless nights and sung to himself on more than one occasion. And more importantly, one only you would know the words too.

God, he thought looking up into the starry night sky for a moment, please let this work.

Then he took a deep breath, and started singing.

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Your trio wasn’t even halfway to the stage yet, having opted to staying back by the pool that was located near the back entrance to the house, when a song you swear you heard in a fever dream started playing through the speakers located at the stage where BTS now stood, according to Jay.

BTS, a band you’ve never heard of before, which Jay feigned a dramatic gasp in response to your confession. It made Jessi proud. And equally as shocked. What with your background in music thanks to your father. But unlike your father, you stayed within the familiarity of the bands you knew, not one to go looking for new music unless it was necessary or you felt like it.

So now, a lingering question was on your mind. How the hell did you recognize a song from them? A band you just now found out about. Not wanting to get your hopes up just yet, you asked the two a question. Both claiming to be avid enthusiasts of the group. They would have to know the answer to your question.

“Do either of you know which song this is?”

Both of them looked at each other before Jay looked you dead in the eye and shook his head no. Jessi verbally saying and confirming it for you.

“No.”

Your eyes widened in realization, just as Jungkook sang the first verse of the song. Quietly, you mumbled the lyrics to yourself, then a little louder for your friends to hear.

Word for word, you badly sang the lyrics coming out of Jungkook’s mouth.

Your friends both letting out synchronized gasps of realization.

“Y/N.” Jessi looked at you with an expression on her face you’ve never seen before. It was calm, unlike what you were feeling, and it was one of pure, platonic, love.

“Go get your man.” Jay chimed in, taking the words out of her mouth with a cheeky grin, Jessi turning to glare at him for ruining her moment with you. Mouth opening, ready to rip into him, out of love, of course.

However, once the words left Jay’s mouth, your body immediately ran in between the both of them, legs pumping, feet straining in the heels you were currently wearing, courtesy of Jessi and her closet. Seeing the people starting to accumulate around you only made you want to get to the stage faster, fear of getting lost in the crowd and him not being able to see you crossing your mind.

As you got closer, you threw all caution to the wind, and for once in your life, not caring what people would think of you, you quite terribly belted out the chorus of the song Jungkook was singing in a loud voice. Cause you’re definitely not a singer. But your love life, and life in general depended on it. So, fuck it. Jessi and Jay would coo at you later for having the courage of actually doing it.

Everything you ever went through in your life, all the hardships, heartbreak, nights crying alone in your apartment, watching cheesy rom coms only hoping to one day have a love like them, melted away as soon as Jungkook locked eyes with you.

He saw you. Then he pointed at you, still singing, and he smiled.

And what a glorious fucking smile it was.

And it was all yours.

He was all yours.

(You were all his)

Your soulmate.

(His soulmate)

Finally.

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