#to immerse yourself in the reality of what comes after is... somehow harder the older i get

[possamble]

how do you imagine Marcille to be in several centuries? Also what do you think of that popular headcanon that becoming a dragon extends Falin's life?

ironically i get too sad to think about it so i generally don't (or at least, probably won't until i thoroughly explore the current postcanon possibilities and don't have much more to flesh out in my head) but. you know me, i'm the marcille mommy issues guy, i think she'd be a lot like her mother: always cheerful and much better at hiding her negative emotions.

as for falin.... i used to like it, but then someone posted a fic about her dealing with how she'd end up outliving laios and i was like oh god fucking dammit that's so sad

[angelkurenai]

Lucky idiot - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Lucky idiot

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Hey sweetheart May I request a DeanxReader Imagine where reader is a mermaid but with a twist?Idk if you know the kids show called 'H2O just add water'But basically reader always turns into a mermaid if she gets into contact with water.And I imagined that reader would rescue dean from drowning after he was pushed off from a cliff by a ghost or sth?Then like thelittle mermaid moment where he sees her face after waking up.Then sam shows up and reader disappears.Then they meet her at a cafe I❤️u

“Look, all I'm saying is if you'd let me drive for this ti-”

“Get back to research, Sammy, I've got enough things on my head. Don't need you to make me more dizzy than I already am.” Dean grumbled before his brother could even get to finish his sentence.

“Which is exactly my point here.” Sam couldn't help but huff “Do you really think it's a good idea to drive while being so dizzy? I mean, for the love of, Dean, you nearly drowned three to four hours ago! Unless you're trying to finish the ghost's job right now, I was thinking that maybe, just maybe, letting me drive would give both of us higher chances of getting out of the car alive.”

“Bold of you to assume that if I let you drive, you'd get out of this car alive.” the older Winchester retorted with a half smile, that didn't feel even half as real though, before focusing as much as he could on the road before him “Besides, I've been more than nearly killed plenty of times and despite the trip to the other side, I was always the one to drive the car. I'm fine, just like every other time, Sammy. Only impatient to get some food. Again nothing new.”

“And that's supposed to calm me down now, or what? Honestly, Dean-” Sam huffed, shaking his head “I can't understand you sometimes. It was pure luck that you even found yourself out of there, alive. I mean, if the fall from that kind of cliff didn't do it then the water would have certainly been it and you know it.”

“But again it wasn't. Neither of the two did it for me as you can see, tough as it might have been. Unless, of course, your ranting is looking to be a serious contestant in that?”

“I assure you, me and my ranting are not trying to bore you to death. It's the last thing I want. But that doesn't mean I am not going to talk about it. Seriously Dean-” another shake of his head that this time earned an eye roll from the older Winchester “You could have drowned so easily and yet somehow you found your way to the shore, which let me point out is absolutely not normal. Not in the kind of situation you were in. Not unless there was some kind of help coming from very deep within that part of the water which is even more disturbing to think about. Maybe in equal measures to you not admitting that you being safe and sound on the shore within minutes from the spot you fell is suspicious. What if the ghost isn't the only supernatural creature here to begin with? What if we have to look more into other beings like...”

Sam kept going. Dean was sure of it. Not because he was listening closely, not because he was paying attention to every word and pondering over it because he had to admit that he hadn't made it out of the water on his own. There was no way he would have made it out alive on his own, that much he knew and could understand just like every other sane human being would easily would. That didn't mean it was because that's what he was currently wondering about. Not when there was little wondering to do about it, no. Both because he didn't have the mind to and also because... well, for the same reason as to why he couldn't listen to his brother at the moment. The images running through his mind.

Yes, he was sure Sam was talking to him but only because of the murmuring he could hear, which sounded more like a distant echo. And it was exactly because of those images which he couldn't shake off, he could never forget, that everything else around him sounded and looked distant and blurry. As if he wasn't part of the scenery, as if he wasn't living in it, but was actually more immersed in another world.

And truth be told, he was in a way. He was too focused in his memories, in the images, in the feelings that were still as vivid as they were a couple hours ago when he really felt them that he was almost reliving the moment. Even if part of that world, part of those feelings and moment were also just as distant and blurry as the present.

Dean was struggling, his entire body was struggling, his lungs were struggling, every cell and every inch of him, struggling to hold onto life. He wanted to hold onto the air in his lungs desperately so but as even more of it left and he couldn't find new one, his actions became more frantic and panicked than his thoughts. The fact that he had not been able to prepare for any of it had not helped to give him a head start of any kind, making it easier and faster for his vision to get blurry and filled with dark spots as the air and therefore fight left his body.

It was only when his mind had started feeling like it didn't care anymore, like there was no reason for fight and like maybe, just maybe, sleep would be a good choice. It wouldn't hurt anymore and he wouldn't have to struggle too hard, even if he really didn't get the chance to wake up ever again. His mind was in such a haze that all reason and will had left, perhaps even his perception of reality too. Because in his haze as he looked up he saw the blur of something that shouldn't have been there not only because he was all alone and sinking but also because it looked like something that shouldn't exist.

Then again, as he thought of it now in the car, he found about the existence of many things that shouldn't exist. Killed plenty of them too.

And yet none like this. It was no surprise that he kept it to himself, that he still wondered if it was all real in the first place. The flash of a shimmering white tail, not one of a shark or a dolphin, a fish could have been accurate if it wasn't for its shape and the colors that it reflected, sparkling under the minimal sun that could reach such depth almost holographic, extending long - almost endless in his eyes at that moment - brushing past his arms and legs, it was all still there in his mind. Vivid and clear as much as it had been that moment, which wasn't to say a lot, but he still could not shake off the feeling of arms wrapping around his body. Real hands, belonging to a human, touched his face. A small shake, he was sure there was that, but not only was his head a mess his eyes were also nearly closed and what sight he had was blurry. It didn't last long, Dean was surprised to even remember it, before a pair of arms wrapped around his torso and it was in that moment he felt the pull only followed seconds later by water moving past him at a speed that is by no means normal, but is certainly enough for Dean to close his eyes shut completely. The dizziness it offered mixing with his already hazy mind, led easily enough to him losing both track and sight of what was happening; and he was fairly sure his consciousness too.

He felt like he was coming in and out of consciousness far too many times for anything to make sense. There was no telling apart reality from hallucination to even dreams.

The feeling of being dragged into the shore was something like a ghost feeling in the back of his mind, arms around his torso dragging him and struggling to pull him out of the sea, sounds of struggling and an effort beyond the person's strength – because obviously the lack of water and presence of drenched clothes that only became heavier this way along with the sticking sand made it all much harder to move. Similar to that was the feeling of a pair of hands, human-like, far too human-like and that somehow set Dean on edge, that pressed on his chest, pushing with all the strength the person could master. And certainly similar to the feeling of hands on his face, the touch much more clear than when he was underwater, though still under a veil of haziness in his minds.

All of those moments, though, despite how blurry they seemed, despite how hard it was for him to figure out if they were real, he knew there was one that he couldn't have dreamed of; that it had to be real. The feeling of lips pressing on his cheek, chaste and feather-like and very hesitant much like the way a forehead rested against his; all shortly after he felt the water pour out of his lips – out of his lungs – like there was no ends. But there was, and in the end he could finally get the precious and much-needed oxygen his body was craving for. He was probably – certainly – still very dizzy and his vision had plenty of black spots but there was no mistaking the sigh of relief he heard, human-like so human-like, and a hand cupping his cheek.

“What could you possibly be doing there you idiot?” the voice was low, sounding very much English and very much human “If only you knew how lucky you were.” a small laugh, and it was probably the sweetest sound he'd ever heard, one he would never forget, he should never forget and he knew he'd hate himself if ever forgot “Lucky idiot. Hm seems fitting, since I can't get a name out of you. Who knows what-”

He could not remember more words being uttered, not from that soft and caring voice. He only remembered someone, someone that sounded a lot like Sam and was most likely him though his dizzy brain couldn't even put that together, call out his name in the far distance before came the sound of hasty rustling and water splashing. It was in those hasty few seconds that he got something he wished he could hold onto forever: His eyes slid open, just slightly so, catching sight of a face, your face.

Admittedly he had felt all air leave his lungs for the second time in that moment, and when your eyes met his and he noticed you pause for a half second, he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to touch you to make sure you were real. Or at least try to, because he didn't have the strength to get more than halfway there. Fact which he regretted later because he couldn't tell if you really had been a fragment of his imagination, what if the face he saw was only in his mind – hard as it would be for him to even dream and therefore make up such a sight.

A sight that combined with the very much mermaid-like, he could only now tell that he was driving and had sobered up, tail vanishing below the surface of the water had been keeping him on edge. Too much for it all to just have been a fragment of his own imagination. Not because it sounded and looked too crazy, nothing could with the kind of life he had, but because he didn't want it to be just him. He wanted it to be real even if he didn't know where he would ever get to see that face, feel those gentle and caring hands that had pulled him to his safety (if he was right about all of it) and hear that compassionate if not clearly teasing voice that revealed a real spark and personality underneath that he could easily adore.

Wait- Adore?

“That's it. That's the caf- Wait- Aren't you gonna stop he- Dean? Dean? Dean!” Sam nearly yelled to get his brother's attention, thankfully making the older Winchester press on the breaks and make the car come to a halt. The younger Winchester could only thank their lucky stars that the road was empty at the moment.

“Huh? Wh-what?” Dean blinked in surprise, as if finally having been brought back to reality.

“Alright, that's it.” Sam huffed stubbornly “We go in there, get something to eat and then you give me the keys and I'm keeping them for the next three days for sure. And I won't hear a single thing from you. We're lucky to be both alive at the moment. Got it?”

He did not leave any room for argument as he stormed out of the car and made his way to the cafe they were originally heading to. Dean, in all honesty, couldn't be more glad for it. It had been anything but silent in his head all this time, he could use a couple seconds of not thinking and not talking to put himself together because at the end of the day he had work to do as well.

Or at least that was what he kept telling himself, repeating the words over and over again like a mantra, to the point he almost believed it. To the point he believed that he had gotten you off his mind, to the point he believed he was getting over everything and to the point that he had convinced himself he was focused on the job and there would be no further distractions. Or at least so he thought until he pushed the cafe's door open and before he could take more than one step inside, felt something – or rather someone – collide with him.

He looked down, lips parted and ready to retort, only for the words to die out in his lips and every though to drown in the sea of disbelief and surprise that took over his entire being. Once more all air had left his lungs and yet the struggle for air had never been as painfully sweet as now.

“Well, look at that...” your voice was soft just like the smile that formed on your lips as your eyes locked with his and Dean still had trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that you were there, right in front of him; before you added in a low voice “It's the lucky idiot.”

[rkiverse]

we find love | 1

Summary: In a fixed, black and white-filtered world, you find your soulmate through color. All the places they’ve been to and all the things they’ve touched gain color. But the only problem is, everything you see starts to gain color at a faster rate the moment you hit nineteen. And before you could even figure out or find who your soulmate is, the whole world is already engulfed in color. Beware, though, when you start to fall out of love for your soulmate, the colors disappear, and you wouldn’t even know.

Genre: soulmate!au, idol!verse, fluff and angst!

Word Count: 8.7K+

Warning(s): just swearing!

A/N: I know I said I was going to post for the follow-up series but that didn’t quite end up happening. I will have it done, though! Just wanted to let you know since you guys have been waiting for it. But for the meantime, please settle for this and my love~

[There is a timeline throughout this story. The month and year are in bold and italics. In addition, the time setting does not change unless stated!]

You were nineteen when you saw color for the first time.

You remember the occurrence so vividly. After being dismissed from classes, you made your way to the cafe shop to buy some coffee and to work on some essays. Soon enough, the moment you sat down with your fresh cup of coffee, the cafe shop slowly started to gain its color. You let out a soft gasp as a hint of red seeped through the glass of your mug. A smile spread across your lips and never seemed to leave. But you had no idea how fast your world was changing color until you hit twenty-years young.

At twenty-years of age, Hongdae was flashing with bright-colored neon lights and lit-up billboards, and you have never felt so disappointed to see so many colors in just one day. With endless crowds of people flowing in and out of Hongdae, the probability of finding your soulmate was ultimately low.

You’re hitting twenty-two years of age, and almost everything you see is now engulfed in color. From yellow umbrellas to cozy, warm-toned libraries, you were slowly starting to miss the times where your vision was still filtered in black and white.

While all your friends went out on dates with their soulmates, you’d sulk up in your sadness with the company of your couch and a bag of chips. Sometimes, if you were feeling a bit sadder than usual, you’d top it all off with a tub of ice cream. Whenever soulmates would become the topic of a conversation, they’d all turn to you and ask about your progress in finding them.

And all you could do is shrug your shoulders in reply, with a feeling of sadness still pondering in your heart. They just have no idea.

Year: May 2016

“You’re bored already? We’ve only been on the highway for ten minutes.”

Taehyung glances up at Jungkook who’s looking down at him. Taehyung pauses his anime and pulls out his earphones. “Wanna watch with me?”

“Sure,” Jungkook mumbles and plops down next to him, grabbing one earphone to plug into his ear. 

The two of them slowly immerse themselves in the episode before something catches Taehyung in the corner of his eye. He looks out the window to see a bright yellow mascot dancing in front of a store. His heart skips a beat at the sight of his first color; yellow. 

“Hyung, are you okay? You look pale.”

He tears his gaze from the mascot that’s now getting smaller and smaller as the car continues its way on the highway. Glancing at the younger one, he nods his head before feeling his lips turn up into a huge smile. 

“Yellow,” he whispers. “The mascot was yellow.”

“Was that your first color?” The younger one questions and Taehyung nods his head in reply. “How did it look like?”

Taehyung smiles to himself, plugging an earphone back into his ear and just before he unpauses the episode, he mumbles, “beautiful.”

Taehyung grew up hearing stories about seeing color for the first time, and the myth behind it. But as he grew older and older, it was all starting to make sense; the myth was the reality. Some of the trainees back at BigHit would ramble on and on and seem to be at a loss for words when they see their first color. Sometimes it’d be a blue or a purple, but Taehyung would never know, his vision was still filtered black and white.

The first member of the group who saw color for the first time was Jimin. He remembers the day Jimin came home with a pale face and shaking hands. A beautiful light blue, he said. Ever since then, Taehyung was determined to see his first color in the hopes of finally meeting his soulmate.

“Wouldn’t it be such a burden for your soulmate, though?” Namjoon chuckles, for he has seen the color pink for the first time a few months back. 

“What do you mean?” Taehyung asks and the latter shrugs his shoulders.

“We’re about to go on a world tour, we’ve been almost everywhere in South Korea,” he replies, “wouldn’t that only mean that your soulmate now sees everything in color?”

“True,” Jungkook mumbles. “That sucks. I bet they’ll have a harder time than us.”

“Did Taehyung already see his first color?” Jimin pipes in. “What’d you see?”

“Yellow,” he replies. 

“Ah, the bright, beautiful yellow.” Jimin beams at him, “the best part is when you can walk into a store that’s flashing right back at you with every color you could possibly see.”

Taehyung could only smile softly at his best friend before tearing his gaze away from him and back to the road. The boys give each other knowing looks when they leave Taehyung all alone at the back of the tour bus, staring off into the distance with a clouded mind. 

Year: May 2016

“Have you finished typing up your essay?”

Glancing up from your laptop screen, you see your roommate, Eunha, looking at you with a questioning look while munching on her mini carrots. Simply nodding your head, she only rolls her eyes at you. While you were the brightest out of the two of you, she still manages to hand things in on time and receive an average grade in return.

“Of course you’ve finished,” she mutters, “why do I even have to ask you?”

“I just like having things done early,” you say softly, smiling at her. “Are you almost done?”

She lets out a laugh before staring you straight in the eye. “Barely.”

“You should get started on it, it’s due in about—” you begin and cut yourself off by glancing at the clock reading 2:03 AM, “three days.”

“But you know what else is in three days?” She questions with a sly smirk spreading across her lips. You frown and she gapes at you. “Are you actually joking?”

“I’m being serious,” you chuckle. “What else in three days? What else happens to fall on the same day that our essays are due which by the way, you’ve barely started on.”

“Bangtan,” she smiles goofily. “Bangtan is having their concert at the Olympic Gymnastics Arena.”

“Bangtan?” 

“Are you fucking kidding me—”

“Okay, I’m kidding.” You laugh, “so I’m guessing you’re going to ditch your responsibilities and go to the concert instead?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!” She exclaims while pointing at you with her fingers. “My boyfriend and I are going, he insisted on coming whether he liked it or not.”

You feel your smile falter at the mention of a significant other. Right, I still haven’t found you, yet. Eunha notices how you suddenly grow quiet and she walks over to your bed, plopping down right beside you. She’s the only one that knows your struggles whenever it came this whole shitty soulmate world because she’s already been there, and she’s done that. But now that she’s found her soulmate, she has left you all alone in the cold, all by yourself, still looking... still searching.

“Do you wanna come with us?” She asks and you shake your head. 

“I’d rather submit my essay, besides, if you somehow miraculously finish your essay on the day of, I’ll hand it in for you.” You smile and she reaches out to pinch your cheeks. 

“I’ll try to have it done before the day of unless you help me out, English major!”

While she’s still pinching your cheeks, you stop giggling when the sight of a bright pink on Eunha’s bracelet starts to seep through. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, holding her arms and pulling them away from you. As you reach out for her bracelet, you bring it closer to your eyes to get a better look of the pink cherry blossoms covered all over the band.

“Are you okay?” She questions and you look at her with glassy eyes.

“Where’d you get this?” You whisper.

“It’s the official merchandise for Bangtan’s concert. I bought it online, straight from the official shop.” She replies. “Why?”

“Oh,” you mumble before placing it back on her wrist. “Nevermind.”

Eunha laughs at you and ruffles your hair. You sigh, grabbing your laptop and opening up the final draft of your essay. Eunha’s laughs die down and she tries to get a good look at you. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” 

You look back up at her while nodding your head. Although your teary eyes were telling her otherwise, you didn’t need to bother telling her what you were truly feeling as you suddenly burst out into tears. She pulls you into a tight embrace and it’s almost as if she just knows. Because she truly does.

“You’ll find him, you just have to be patient.” She whispers, combing her fingers through your hair.

This was the problem when it came to finding your soulmate. While almost all of your friends, especially your best friend Eunha, have found their soulmates, here you were, still looking for yours. On top of that, your soulmate was making it extremely difficult since everything you’ve seen came back to life through colors.

“You’ll find him, and when you do, you’ll be the happiest girl on earth.”

Year: November 2016

“Taehyung-ah, do you mind running to the coffee shop and getting me an iced americano?”

And out he goes with nothing but a fall jacket, a face mask, and his wallet. Out on a search for a local coffee shop, he finally stops in his tracks when he spots one down the road. Unknowingly, he enters the coffee shop that’s filled with cool, autumn tones of orange, red and brown.

“Hi, what can I get you for today?” 

He smiles at the barista and replies, “I’ll get a small, iced americano—”

He stops mid-sentence when he realizes the barista is wearing a strong red apron. The barista looks at him awkwardly, noticing how he’s been staring straight at her apron for too long. He finally snaps out of it, smiling apologetically at the barista.

“Yes, sorry, I’ll have a small iced americano.”

He pays the barista and obtains his change. While he waits for Yoongi’s drink, he takes his time observing the shop. From the brick walls to the tables, he could only laugh to himself. He was seeing a ton of colors for the first time, all combined to bring a dull coffee shop back to life. It truly was amazing. It was moments like these where he’d let time freeze to admire the beauty of color, to admire the thought of his own soulmate. Jimin was right. 

He comes back to the practice room with a huge smile spread across his lips. The boys look at him funnily but Taehyung’s too busy being absorbed by his own thoughts. 

“You look like an idiot,” Yoongi rolls his eyes with a gummy smile.

“Today’s going to be a good day,” Taehyung says softly.

“Of course it’s going to be a good day,” Jungkook scoffs, “it’s our third Muster!”

“I bet he saw another color,” Jimin grins.

“I did.”

“You did?” Jin asks and Taehyung nods.

“The whole coffee shop was in color, I saw browns, reds, oranges, and the color that stood out to me was a woman’s purple laptop.” Taehyung rambles.

“Let’s just hope that your soulmate somehow attends tonight,” Jungkook teases, “it’ll be easier to find her.”

Taehyung’s smile falls and it’s replaced with a frown. He shakes his head at the younger one, and the boys look at him with concern. “She can’t see me like this.”

“What do you mean? If she sees you tonight, it’ll be special for her—”

“She can’t see me up there on stage, she just can’t.” He explains, “I’ve made things harder for her, and the fact that just finding her is much easier than her finding me, it hurts.”

They were all still in the same phase as he was, still looking, and yet, they haven’t found anyone. They all knew the consequences of being an idol with a soulmate. Out of a sea of fans to even finding them through their power of fame, they were the lucky ones.

The boys don’t protest or express their opinions. Instead, they go on with their pre-concert preparations while Taehyung plops himself onto a chair to get his makeup done. 

Year: March 2017

“Is everything all set?”

Your parents look at you with teary eyes, still holding onto your suitcase and carry-on. Letting out a soft chuckle, you nod your head for the nth time. Your mother has asked you the same exact question for the past twenty minutes. Meanwhile, your father was silent throughout the whole drive to the airport.

“It’s just an internship abroad, mom, I’m not gonna stay there forever.” You tease and she sniffs, wiping away her tears with some tissues. “Besides, I’ll skype call you every now and then.”

“But you’ll be gone for six months,” she mumbles sadly. “That’s a long time.”

“Not too long, I’ll be back before you even know it.” You reassure her. “And this is really important to me.”

“Do your best for us, okay?” You nod with a small smile spread across your lips.

You were thankful that your parents had supported your career path. Most of your friends were still med school, while you were busy writing essays and articles. You were different from all of them, and yet, your parents supported your passion in English. You were even more thankful when you received a once in a lifetime internship in the US, and your parents were nothing but proud.

“You better go to your terminal before you miss your flight,” your dad insists. 

“I’ll see you guys later, alright?” You grin and your parents start waving you goodbye.

As you start walking through the airport, you suddenly stop to stare at the walls. The walls began to brighten into greens and oranges. Soon enough, the duty-free stores were enhancing into bright colors of pink and purple. Your head began to feel as if though it was spinning at how the airport was coming back to life in color. Your soulmate is here. Or has been. It’s one of the two.

Gulping nervously, you shake off your thoughts and continue on with your life. Heading towards some of the duty-free shops, you glance down at your clock and realize you have a few hours to kill before your flight. Sighing to yourself, you walk into Gucci.

“Taehyung-ah, I asked for an iced cappuccino, not an iced americano.”

Namjoon groans, grabbing the beverage anyways and taking his first sip of caffeine for the day. The boys were already lounging in the terminal, munching on some sandwiches they bought from a nearby sandwich shop at the food court. 

“When’s our flight again?”

“We have four hours to kill,” Jin replies and Taehyung glances at Jimin with a smile beginning to spread across his lips. “Yah, I swear if you guys use this time to go—”

“We’ll be back! We’re going duty-free shopping!” Taehyung and Jimin exclaim, scurrying away before Jin could scold them.

“So, what’s our first stop?” Jimin asks.

“Gucci,” he replies.

“Why did I even have to ask?”

The two of them speedwalk to the Gucci shop right across from them. As Taehyung enters the shop, he bows at the workers and starts to scan throughout the shop for something he’ll purchase. 

Walking to the tie section, he glances at the ones he hasn’t bought yet. Suddenly, he sees a hand reach out to grab a tie from the rack and he feels his heart stop. The tie suddenly enhances into a flashing red, and the tiger imprinted on the tie itself was turning into an orange. As his eyes divert from the tie, his eyes fall upon a woman standing just about a meter away from him. 

He stares at you while you’re checking the price, wincing at the number of digits a simple tie would cost. He could only smile to himself at your dorkiness. The store suddenly lights up in all beautiful colors. He’s found you.

“Taehyung-ah, have you found anything yet?” 

He snaps out of his trance and turns towards Jimin who’s standing a few meters away with a new bomber jacket. He shakes his head in reply, “actually, I’ve been meaning to buy something, I still have to look for it, though.”

He turns away from Jimin and realizes you’re gone, leaving the tie back on the rack. His eyes scan throughout the store and he spots you looking at the belts and its respected prices. Glancing back at the tie, he pulls it off from the rack.

“Wow, nice choice!” Jimin exclaims.

He nods his head in agreement. Although his heart was swelling at the thought of you, he only realizes that you’re still oblivious. He frowns, hiding the tie behind his back and carefully preventing himself from touching anything else in the store. He couldn’t do this to you. You were so easy to spot, and yet, you have no idea who he was. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to keep it that way.

He wanted his presence to be a surprise to you. He didn’t want you to meet him at a Gucci shop, at an airport, or even at one of his concerts. He wanted you to meet him when he was ready; when he was Kim Taehyung and not V.

“You look tense, are you okay?” Jimin asks by placing a hand on his shoulder. Taehyung stiffens at his touch and nods his head with a timid smile. 

“I just... don’t want to touch anything. I’ll cash this out, alright? I’ll see you outside the store.” Taehyung insists before heading towards the check-out line.

Jimin frowns, watching his best friend swerve through people and articles of clothing with careful movements. Just by his movements, Jimin knew it meant one thing and one thing only; he just spotted his soulmate.

Year: September 2017

“I can’t believe you’re back, honey.”

You laugh when your mother pulls you into a tight hug. While your father was busy putting all your suitcases and souvenirs into the trunk of the car, you pull away from your mother and smile.

“I told you it wouldn’t be that long,” you roll your eyes. “Besides, I have good news for you.”

“What is it, honey?” She questions.

“I got an email from a huge entertainment company and they’re asking me to work for them,” you explain, “they’re going to be paying me a ton for my work.”

“Entertainment company? Why an entertainment company?” Your father pipes in as you all get into the car.

“BigHit, does it sound familiar?” You ask.

“Ah, the famous entertainment that houses that boy group, what are they called again? Bangtan, was it?” You nod your head in reply.

“They sent me an email asking me to work for them and help the boys in that group to learn how to speak English. They’re getting pretty popular worldwide, and they told me they were going to pay me big bucks.”

“So, you’re basically going to be their English tutor?” 

“Yeah, but they also told me that I would be translating their YouTube videos, some blog posts, I’m basically going to do all the English-related work.” 

“When did they ask you to start?” Your father asks and looks at you through the mirror.

“They told me to start as soon as possible since the boys have to do their promotions. They just released a new album. Right after their promotions, they’re back on tour.” You explain. “And apparently they’re going back to America for the AMAs.”

“Now I see why they need you,” your mother grins. “I remember when they were at the Billboard Music Awards and their leader was translating and everything.”

“Maybe that’s why they hired me.”

“Since you’re going to back to work soon, do you mind getting Namjoon to sign my album?” Your mother pleads.

“Mom, are you kidding me?”

“Boys, you’ll be getting a new addition to the team from now on.”

“Is it a new makeup artist?” Jungkook asks and the boys snicker. 

“No, Jungkook.” PD-nim rolls his eyes. “It’s going to be—”

“A new stylist?” Jimin gasps. “They’re all very good stylists and—”

“Let me finish,” he says sternly and the boys straighten up their postures. “I got you guys an English teacher and translator, she’ll be coming along with you on your future promotions.”

“Sweet,” Namjoon nods his head, “I don’t need to translate anymore, and she can teach the boys.”

“Great,” PD-nim smiles, “prepare yourselves and give her a good impression, she’ll be arriving today in about an hour, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” they all say in unison.

The boys continue on practicing their performances. When a minute turns into an hour, the boys gather together at the corner of the room to munch on some lunch. Suddenly, PD-nim enters the room.

“She’s here, would you all mind introducing yourselves to her?”

As you slowly enter the room, the boys are still scurrying to stand up in a line. You’ve been nervous ever since you stepped into the building. You’ve noticed that the whole building was in color, the trainees were wearing such vibrant pieces of clothing, and the littlest things like a small, black Teacup Pomeranian with brown streaks wandering down the hallway. 

When you’re finally face-to-face with the boys, they bow to you and do their usual greeting. You smile genuinely at them, noticing how they’re breathless and sweaty. 

“Nice to meet you all, I’m (Y/N). Let’s hope we’ll get along perfectly from now on.” You say and they’re all staring at you in awe. 

“Wow, your English is so good.” One of them says. You glance at him and notice how he’s wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. “Please teach me your ways, noona.”

They were all standing right before you in color. Your soulmate probably works here. Heck, your soulmate probably works with them every day. Your eyes scan each member, one by one, until your eyes fall upon the last one standing in line. He had silver, platinum hair. He looks at you as if you’re a ghost, and all you could do is let out a giggle. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Are you okay?” You ask in Korean and he points to himself, and you nod.

“I-I’m okay, just a little bit tired—”

“A little bit flustered.” Another one cuts him off, and when he smiles, his eyes turn into beautiful crescents. “Just a little.”

“Should we treat her out on her first day? I know we’ve just started eating lunch but I know a really good place for barbeque.” Jin suggests.

As you reach the restaurant, you and the seven boys sit all together at a table. While waiting for the food, one of them clears their throat. Glancing at him, he smiles at you, flashing his dimples.

“I think we should all introduce ourselves since we’ll be working quite closely with each other from now on,” he insists, “I’m Namjoon, the leader. I’m the only one that knows how to speak English.”

“Oh, you’re the one my mother likes—” You suddenly say only to clamp your mouth shut before embarrassing yourself. “I mean, she just... admires you.”

He lets out a laugh and the boys continue on with their introductions.

“Hi noona, I’m Jungkook,” the guy with the white t-shirt says, “I’m the youngest.”

“Jin! I’m the oldest,” you nod your head.

“For now, you won’t see me often, I’m mostly in the studio working on some songs for the album. Until then, I’m Yoongi, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jimin! I really want to learn how to speak English, it’s quite difficult to have a conversation with international fans.” 

“We’ll work on that, Jimin-ssi.” You smile and he gives you two thumbs up.

“I’m Hoseok, and there’s no need for formalities, treat us as if we’re your friend!” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you giggle.

Suddenly the boys are silent, looking at the last member of the group sitting right across from you. You look at him with an encouraging smile and it seems as if though he’s having trouble looking at you. When he does, you feel your heart stop at how handsome he looked. 

“I’m Taehyung,” he smiles genuinely, “I hope we can all become great friends in the future.”

“Great!” Namjoon exclaims. “(Y/N)-ssi—”

“Yah, what did I say about the formalities? I thought we were all gonna be friends,” Hoseok whines. “(Y/N), are you okay with dropping the formalities?”

You nod your head, “I’m fine with that, actually, I think I prefer it that way.”

“Alright then,” Namjoon nods his head, “(Y/N), tell us about yourself.”

“Well,” you begin, “I was born and raised in Seoul. I went to school and found a passion in English. Surprisingly enough, I was the only one amongst my peers who was pretty intelligent in English.”

“So, I’m assuming you pursued an English major in university?” Yoongi asks.

You nod your head. “Right. I went to university and I graduated with honors. I was offered an internship for the New York Times for six months. Then before I came back home once my internship ended, your company called me and asked me to work for you. I agreed, and now, here I am.”

“Wow, and how old are you?” Jimin says in aw.

“I’m almost twenty-two.” 

“We’re the same age!” Taehyung exclaims out of nowhere and the boys look at him with bewildered gazes. “I mean—it’s nice that we’re all around the same age, it makes it easier for all of us to get along.”

You look at Taehyung who’s finally looking straight at you. He courageously smiles, and you can’t help but return it. 

“Tae, you’re acting really weird today,” Jungkook smirks.

“Today’s just a great day,” he explains with his gaze still focused on you. 

It’s almost promotion time, and the boys are seriously locking themselves up in the studio and in the dance rehearsal room. Whenever they weren’t in the studio or the rehearsal room, they were all busy learning English with you. PD-nim had suggested that you’d spend the first week teaching all of them as a group, and the following week changes to one-on-one lessons.

You’re still a bit skeptical at how everything in the building was in color. But with your busy schedules, you don’t have the time to search. However, you’re a bit comfortable with the fact that your soulmate could be just around the corner, and fate will grant you your reward if you were patient enough.

“Today, I have a one-on-one lesson with—”

“Me!” You look up from your agenda to see Taehyung raising his hand.

“Great! I guess there’s no need for my planner,” you chuckle.

“Your planner is really pretty,” he says softly, but his eyes slightly widen and he clears his throat. “I mean, I don’t really know what it truly looks like... from the looks of it, I think it’s really pretty.”

You look at him confusedly and giggle. “Thanks?”

Taehyung follows you down the hallway and internally scolds himself for almost blowing his cover. Your planner was a bright yellow, just like the first color he saw. As the two of you enter into an empty rehearsal room, you both take seats at the corner. When you’re both finally settled and ready to start, you look at Taehyung with a reassuring smile.

“Can I ask you something?” He questions and you hum in reply. “What’s your favorite color?”

You’re taken aback by his sudden thought, and you shrug your shoulders. 

“Yellow,” you mumble. “I’ve seen a lot of colors, but... yellow is my favorite color of them all.”

“Ah,” he nods his head, “if you don’t mind me asking, I know we’re not close but, have you ever—have you found your soulmate?” 

Placing your notebook aside, you shake your head at him. “Nope.”

He nods his head, almost as if he understood exactly how you felt. You smile timidly, and before he could ask any other follow-up questions, you sigh softly.

“But that’s a story for another time,” you mumble. 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable,” he apologizes.

“Don’t worry about it,” you purse your lips into a tight line, “it’s been this way since I was nineteen.”

Taehyung watches you as you pick up your notebook and flip to the brand new lesson you have to teach him. While his notebook is already in his hands, he begins to flip to a fresh, blank page. Suddenly, he looks up when he hears you mumble.

“What’s your favorite color?” 

Your eyes meet his and he feels his heart begin to break. I can’t tell you, not yet.

“Yellow.”

Year: November 2017

In just a few months, you’ve developed quite close friendships with the boys. You and Yoongi share a bond when it came to soulmates. Yoongi sees the world in full color, and he assumes that his soulmate has traveled all around the world. Thus, resulting in witnessing almost every color he could possibly see. His favorite color is purple for it flashed right before him in the form of a lavender flower. 

You and Hoseok also share a bond when it came to soulmates. He has never seen a color yet, and sometimes he envies the other members who have already discovered their first color. However, he could only feel sympathy for you the moment you told him that your love life is just as difficult as his. Thus, you both share a bond so special that you could consider him as an older brother.

You and Jimin grew closer through English. He’s the most dedicated and curious among them all whenever it came to learning the language. Through lessons, the two of you could finally have a conversation in English. 

Jungkook, however, grew closer to you through fashion. He’d even jokingly say that you’re his ideal type and wishes you were his soulmate. However, he had discovered his soulmate at a nearby internet cafe and hasn’t seen her since. He wishes that he’d gather up the courage to finally search for her, even if it’d take a billion walk-ins at an internet cafe in Seoul.

You and Seokjin share a love for food. You often go out together for lunch to munch on some new food discoveries. Whenever a new cafe or a new restaurant would open, the both of you immediately plan on going. When the plans follow through, the both of you can be found eating endlessly and commenting on how perfect the food is. You’re also the only staff member that gets scolded for making Jin eat a bit too much. However, Jin always reassures you that you are not the one to blame, in fact, he’s thankful that he can finally talk passionately about food to someone who wouldn’t think he was weird.

You and Taehyung, however, share a bond only through the color yellow. Funny as it seems, the both of you never really hung out or spoke to each other. The only exception was your one-on-one lessons with him. However, with his mysteriousness, you have made it a duty for you to break such tension or awkwardness that’s stopping the both of you from becoming friends.

And that seemed to have worked the moment your eyes laid upon a familiar red Gucci tie.

“That’s a nice tie,” you began and he looks at you through the mirror. “I remember seeing it for the first time at Gucci’s duty-free shop at the airport.”

“Did you buy it?” He asks and you shake your head in reply.

“I didn’t actually know what color it was,” you shrug your shoulders, “and I didn’t want to get my father a tie that’s worth my student debt.”

Taehyung chuckles. “I actually bought this because of my soulmate.”

“Oh?” You ask.

“Just letting you guys know that you have an interview in half an hour for Unicef, please prepare yourselves.”

The both of you glance at their manager then back at each other.

“I remember walking into Gucci and it was the first thing I saw, luckily enough, it was in color. I decided to purchase it.” He explains.

“It’s nice to know that it’s red,” you giggle.

Once he finishes tying it to his collar, he turns around and faces you. 

“How do I look?”

“You look great,” you reply, pouting, “now I wish I got it for my father, it looks like it’ll suit him.”

He frowns, and suddenly he turns back around to face the mirror. He’s slowly taking off the tie and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. Once the tie is off his collar, he turns back around and hands you the tie.

“Take it. Give it to your father, he’ll love it.”

Your eyes widen. “T-Taehyung, this is yours. I can’t take it.”

“Why not?” He frowns.

“This is special to you. Your soulmate touched it. It’s your bond to your soulmate, I don’t want you to lose such connection.” You explain and he simply shrugs his shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter. I already have a connection with her.” He smiles reassuringly, “I’ve already found her.”

After their interview with Unicef, the boys decided to go back to the dorm to get some rest. However, Taehyung stays behind with you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to get some rest? It’s been a rough day.” You say with concern and Taehyung shakes his head.

“I want to show you something,” he insists.

And somehow the both of you are strolling around the streets of Seoul. With a face mask and a thick hoodie covering his identity, not a single fan seemed to have noticed him. You were quite thankful. It’s been a rough day and the last thing you want is the both of you getting mobbed.

He stops in front of a store that has a mascot dancing in front of the entrance doors. He pulls out his camera and takes a quick picture.

“Remember when I said my favorite color is yellow?” You nod your head. “It was the first color I saw, and it was on this mascot.”

You watch him stare at the mascot lovingly. Your heart was feeling some type of emotions that you couldn’t describe, and you couldn’t help but smile at Taehyung.

“Ever since then, I started to see more and more things in color.” He smiles.

“At least you found her,” you shrug your shoulders. “I haven’t found mine yet.”

His smile turns into a frown. “Why not?”

You sigh. “Let’s go to a cafe shop I love going to, and maybe we can talk there?”

The two of you walk to the cafe in silence. Every now and then he would look at you to make sure you were okay, but he couldn’t read your emotions. As you both arrive at the cafe and order your drinks, you both take a seat at a booth.

“This is my favorite cafe shop too!” He exclaims and you give him a timid smile.

After a couple more moments of silence, you clear your throat.

“The first color I saw was red,” you say with a small smile. “It was this mug, actually. Then slowly the whole cafe transformed into all its colors.”

You take a sip of your coffee. “I was just nineteen. I was excited, happy, but then somehow everything started to gain color. When I turned twenty, most of my vision was in color. The places I’d go to were places my soulmate already went to. The cities I’d travel to were cities my soulmate traveled to.”

“And you haven’t met them yet?” You shake your head.

“My friends did, and they found them when we were all still in university. By the time I turned twenty-one, not only was I the only one who was still single, but it seemed like my soulmate has been everywhere you could possibly be.”

“It must be hard for you.” He mumbles.

“It is hard. It hurts too. It’s hard when you can step out of the house and everything you see is in color. It hurts when you can’t identify who your soulmate is because at this point, it can be anyone.” 

He feels his heart shatter. The fact that he’s making you suffer hurts him. But he has his own reasons. He doesn’t want you to find out this way, he doesn’t want you to find out now for it is not the right time.

“I wish I could relate to you,” he frowns, “but I can’t.”

“You don’t need to,” you laugh, “you wouldn’t want to have a hard time finding your soulmate, it’s a pain in the ass.”

“But I feel bad,” he says.

“If it makes you feel better, I think my soulmate works at the company.” He raises an eyebrow. “On my first day, the building was already in color. I feel like I’m one step closer.”

“T-That sounds great,” he smiles. “I hope you find him soon.”

You nod your head. “Me too.”

When he takes a sip of his drink, you grin at him. “Tell me more about your soulmate.”

Taehyung almost chokes on his drink but he clears his throat. “She’s—She’s from one of the girl groups... Red Velvet.”

“Oh, really?” You gasp. “I hope it’s Joy, the both of you would look good together!”

Taehyung could only fake a smile, nodding his head gently. 

Not yet. Just not yet.

“The sky is so blue!” 

You and the boys have just landed in America for the American Music Awards. You have never seen a large number of fans gathered at the airport just to welcome them into the country. As for your mother, she’s still scolding you for not having Namjoon sign her album yet. 

“Your so lucky, you can even see the sky’s color.” Hoseok pouts until he bumps into one of the flight attendants. Suddenly, he grows pale. 

The boys glance at him with concern. Hoseok stares at the flight attendant, and the both of them are frozen. You look at Taehyung who flashes you a warm smile. 

“What the actual fuck,” Hoseok whispers and the flight attendant blushes. The flight attendant looks like she hasn’t been to America, for the uniform she wore was for an airline in Europe.

“I think you spoke a bit too soon, Hoseok-ah,” Namjoon laughs and the flight attendant scurries away to get to her terminal.

“I can’t believe he’d find her right away,” Jungkook chuckles.

“That was so magical,” Hoseok says while in a daze.

“Funny how she’s probably wondering why the whole airport was in color, only to bump into you and realize her scarf was turning into a color as well.”

“Her scarf is blue, just like the sky.” Hoseok smiles.

“Boys, we have to get the car right now.”

You and the boys rush over through the crowds of fans towards the van parked outside. As you all hop into the car, you all let out sighs of relief.

“I thought I was going to be left out,” you jokingly say. “You guys are so popular.”

“Are you guys ready? Nervous?”

The boys look at you and they nod their head nervously. You sigh, before giving them individual hugs. While some of them are practicing their vocals, Taehyung seems to be stuck in a daze.

“You okay?” He nods his head.

“I’m scared I’ll mess up.” He whispers.

“You won’t. You’ll do well. This is just the beginning.” 

Surprisingly, he courageously looks up at you and you’ve never had him look at you that way until now. His eyes were piercing right through yours, as if he was looking straight into your soul. His eyelashes batted once, twice, and soon enough, you were getting lost in his brown orbs. 

“(Y/N), I have to tell you something later—”

“Boys, we have to bring you up to the stage now.” One of the producers cuts him off and the boys start to gather around and start to head to the stage.

As you follow along with the rest of the staff to watch them from backstage, the boys finally reach the stairs towards the stage. Taehyung turns around to look at you and you give him two thumbs up. 

Suddenly, a producer is rushing past them with equipment and you see her bracelet accidentally fall off her wrist. Taehyung notices the bracelet falling off and he picks it up from the ground, handing it back to the producer.

“Excuse me, you dropped this,” Taehyung says in English but you’re too distracted by the bracelet to notice his improvement. 

“Oh, thank you so much!” The producer smiles and grabs her bracelet, placing it back on her wrist before scurrying away to finish her duties.

You feel your blood turn cold, but you immediately snap out of it when the boys start heading onto the stage.

When the song starts to play, you mutter, “excuse me.”

“Yah, (Y/N)-ah! Where are you going? Are you not going to watch their performance?”

You push past your co-workers and lock yourself up into the nearest washroom. Breaking down into tears, you can’t believe what had just encountered in front of your own eyes. 

The moment Taehyung made contact with the bracelet, it turned orange.

Staring at the red tie hanging on a rack in your hotel room with nothing but anger, you wipe your tears away from your cheeks. You have never felt betrayed, even by your own soulmate. It was all starting to make sense.

That day you were at the airport killing some time by shopping at Gucci’s duty-free shop, Taehyung so happened to be at the airport as well. Thus, the red tie he had purchased was the one you had touched, the one you had set your eyes on; the one that you were supposed to purchase for your father. You could only laugh bitterly, was that why he insisted on giving it to you?

Your gaze glances down at the bracelet Eunha had forcefully given to you because you’d seen it in color. It was almost as if the pink cherry blossoms were glaring at you. Taking it off, you toss it to the side out of frustration.

You remember the night where you and Taehyung walked through Seoul, bumping into the same yellow mascot you both share a connection with. You remember the local cafe you both go to on the daily. They were all in color, and yet, you felt nothing but stupid. He made you feel stupid.

“(Y/N), the boys and staff will be going out for a celebratory dinner. Are you coming?” 

You quickly wipe your tears away and look at your roommate, a makeup artist, who’s ruffling her damp hair with a cloth. You nod your head gently in reply.

“Great, because the boys will be here any second.” She smiles.

Indeed, they were here a second after by the sound of a knock on your door. You force yourself off of the bed and head towards the door, opening it to reveal Taehyung. He smiles at you as if he has no clue. Has he been acting all this time?

“We’re going out for dinner.” He says joyfully and you flash him a small smile. He notices how you’re quiet and he pouts. “Are you okay?”

“Peachy,” you reply. “Congrats, by the way.”

“Let’s go?” He insists and you nod your head.

The two of you meet the boys down at the lobby before departing in respective vans. Taehyung looks at you every now and then and all you could do is look anywhere but him. You couldn’t find the strength to look at him without snapping.

“(Y/N)! Where were you after the performance? You should’ve heard us, we were speaking so fluently. It’s all thanks to you.” Jin asks and you purse your lips into a line.

“I wasn’t feeling quite well,” you lie and Taehyung immediately places his hand on your forehead. You flinch, gently taking his hand off of your face. “I’m okay, there’s no need for a fever-check.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? You can pass for tonight,” he mumbles and you shake your head.

“If I pass, you won’t be able to tell me what you were planning on telling me, right?” You say with a blank expression.

“About that, (Y/N), I—”

“Tell me later, okay?” 

He clamps his mouth shut and the two of you are pulled apart by staff members. As you all arrive at the private venue to have dinner together, you all gather around a table. Taehyung sits right across from you and serves you some food because you need to eat a lot to gain strength and all you can do is tell him to stop worrying.

“You look a bit sad, (Y/N).” Namjoon says. “Are you sure you’re okay? Did something happen back home?”

You shake your head. Instead, you mumble, “it’s nothing to worry about. In fact, it’s my soulmate. I have a feeling he works for BigHit, I have yet to figure out who he is.”

“Did you see how Taehyung sang? All the girls were swooning.” Jimin clutches his heart and Taehyung blushes.

“T-That’s so unnecessary, Jimin-ah.” Taehyung whines.

“Wait, so you’re telling us that you’re getting closer to figuring out who he is?” 

You nod your head at Hoseok before glancing at Taehyung. “I think a few more hints will help, don’t you think so, Taehyung-ah?”

Taehyung looks up at you from his plate and nods his head. And just like that, he finally gets what you mean, and all he could do is shamefully look down at his food.

“Sorry, but if you’ll excuse me for a second, I’ll be using the washroom.” 

The moment you stand up, you head towards the nearest exit to get some fresh air. Taehyung watches you walk away from the table and looks at his members.

“Excuse me,” he says respectfully before following you.

He finds you standing outside, hugging your cold body with your arms. He’s too scared to approach you, but you could already feel his presence. You chuckle bitterly, and he gulps nervously.

“So, when were you planning on telling me?” 

He cautiously chooses his words but they all seem to disappear when you turn around to face him. “I—”

“The tie,” you cut him off, “you saw me at the airport, why didn’t you approach me?”

“Because I was afraid—”

“Afraid?” You scoff. “And on my first day at the company, why didn’t you tell me then? Of course, it was because you were afraid. Instead, you made me look stupid!”

“I have my reasons—”

“And your reasons are bullshit,” you mutter. “You made me look stupid for months, Taehyung, months. When were you planning on telling me? Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?”

“Can you just hear me out?” He says desperately. 

“No,” you shake your head. “You just don’t understand how much hell you’ve put me through. I’ve been waiting for you, I’ve been looking all over for you, and all you did was just stand there and watch me suffer. What makes it even funnier is that you knew, you knew that I’m your soulmate, you even listened to me talk about you—”

“I was afraid that you’d find out just because I was V, not Kim Taehyung. I wanted you to find out when I was Kim Taehyung, and not V, the V who’s out on tour, the one who sings, the one who’s famous. I wanted you to find out that your soulmate is Kim Taehyung.”

“Funny,” you chuckle. “And all this time you pretended like your soulmate was someone else, huh? Because that makes so much sense, Taehyung.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” He whispers and you smile bitterly.

“Me too,” you nod your head. “I’m sorry.”

He glances up at you as a tear slips out of your eye. The moment your tears started to flow down your cheeks, the colors of your face, your clothes, the private venue that you were both at, were all starting to fade away. 

His eyes widen, but it seems as if though you weren’t seeing exactly what he was witnessing right before him. You’re falling out of love because he broke your heart. And you’re completely oblivious to it.

“Congratulations, V.” You smile sadly. “Must be fun being a global superstar because small things like finding your soulmate just come so easily to you. Oh right, I wouldn’t know. Are you sure your favorite color is yellow? Or is that a lie too?”

And just like that, you leave him out in the cold. As you turn around and start walking back to the hotel, he can’t find the courage and strength to run after you. Instead, he just watches your figure grow smaller and smaller.

Year: December 2017

“I’m very much sad to tell you guys that (Y/N) has resigned.”

“What?!” Hoseok jumps out of his seat. While glancing at the boys in shock, they can’t help but be in shock as well. “But—”

“She was offered a higher position at another company,” PD-nim explains, “and her position there is much more suited to her field.”

Taehyung can’t feel anything but anger. He’s angry at himself. He should’ve chased you and spoke to you. He should’ve explained himself further. He should’ve done something. But no, instead, he just stood there and watched you walk out of his life right when you entered. Right when he thought that he was so close to having you, he loses you and watches you slip out of his hands.

“Do you think it’s because of her soulmate?” Jin asks and the boys suddenly erupt into whispers, PD-nim furrows his eyebrows in confusion and Taehyung sighs angrily.

“It has nothing to do with her soulmate,” he mutters. “She was just offered a higher position suited to her field. Of course, she would not turn down such an opportunity.”

“Taehyung-ah, are you sure you don’t know who her soulmate is?” Namjoon says and Jimin clears his throat.

“I think we should just focus on giving (Y/N) support, this is her future.” Jimin intervenes while glancing at Taehyung with a knowing look.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about with this whole ‘soulmate’ situation going on with (Y/N), but, please send her off with good intentions and heartfelt messages. She has done nothing but good things for you boys and the company.”

“I’ll go get her some roses—”

Jungkook’s cut off when the boys see Taehyung stand up and storm out of the room. As Taehyung storms through the hallways and into the offices, he spots you at your cubicle, storing some of your things into a box. He finally approaches you and you glance up with a smile that soon fades away.

“You’re leaving?”

“Does it look like it?” You ask.

He watches you place things into the box and notices how your things are of faded colors. “Why?”

“Why not? Is it bad that I want to work a higher position?” You scoff. “Let me remind you, V, I’m a person who needs to work and if being offered a better position will give me a brighter future, I’ll take it.”

“Or are you just leaving because of me?” He says. “Is it because of me?”

“No.” You shake your head. “It’ll never be because of you—”

“Then why? Why can’t you just stay? The boys and I need you.” He begs.

“I can’t stay.” You sigh. “I have to do this for myself, for my parents.”

“Stay,” he pleads, desperate for you to change your mind. “Don’t leave us, don’t leave me—”

“Stop. Just stop.” You cut him off mid-sentence. “This isn’t the first time you’ve let me go, Taehyung. You’ve had all your chances. You had the airport, my first day, the days after that, just to tell me; to tell me to stay. But what did you do?”

“Then let me make it up to you.” He grabs your hands and you look at him bewilderedly. “Please.”

He winces when you retreat your hands from him. You sigh to yourself.

“Make it up to me when you’re Kim Taehyung, when you’re my soulmate. Not when you’re V, not when you’re the man telling lies and making up stories.”

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