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spacequokka · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Future Got7 x Reader Genre: Angst, Soulmate AU, Poly AU Rating: T (explicit language) Summary: The boys travel to America for the next part of their SeoulMate promotion as you deal with a typical night with your dad. Word Count: 3.0k Warnings: Verbal/emotional abuse from a parent

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Trans-Atlantic flights were the worst. Just hundreds of miles of nothing but ocean. Beautiful during the day but a nightmare in the dark. Jackson could barely see the clouds underneath him. He checked his phone. Oh, great. There’s a thunderstorm watch. Usually, he didn’t mind turbulence. However, his normally boundless patience was wearing thin.

“Can I just say how stupid this is?” A voice broke the silence.

Jaebeom didn’t bother to look up from his book. “Jinyoung, you’ve already beaten that horse today. Drop it.”

“I’m just saying. It feels like I’m committing fraud.” Jinyoung slouched in his chair.

“Don’t be so negative, hyung.” BamBam patted Jinyoung’s shoulder and got shrugged off. Cranky Jinyoung wasn’t a happy Jinyoung. “Think of it this way. We’re helping the company build the soulmate database. It isn’t likely any of them will be our soulmates, but this increases their chances of finding the one.”

“Again, this is stupid. The concept of soulmates is overrated and just enables people to throw away perfectly good relationships in the name of some nonexistent person who couldn’t possibly ‘complete’ them.” Jinyoung glared up at him.

BamBam held his hands up in surrender, sitting back in his chair. “Okay, my bad.”

As Jinyoung sucked in a breath to continue his rant, Jaebeom groaned. “Great. You’ve triggered him. He’s never gonna shut up about this.”

“And why should I? Why does it make more sense for there to be some magical solution? Why can’t any person I fall in love with be my soulmate? We could grow together and be together for the rest of our lives. But this little device,” he shook his wrist at Jaebeom, “can negate years of a relationship in seconds? Bullshit.”

“First off, this is science, not magic. Besides, you’re not the kind of people they’re aiming to sell to,” Yugyeom spoke up. He didn’t bother to remove the sleeping mask. “Why would they want someone like you, all cynical and grumpy, buying their product when you don’t share one common belief? If you don’t believe in soulmates, then leave it. Let other people enjoy the fantasy of finding someone.”

“But they’re making me do this! It’s not like I can say no.” He looked around at each of them. “None of you had a problem with this. Now here we are.”

“It’s only for a few weeks. It’s nothing too different from our normal meet and greets.” Youngjae swiped through pictures of Coco on his phone, sending one to Mark, who smirked at it. “It’s an opportunity to get new fans and an excuse to spend more time with existing ones.” He shrugged a shoulder. “If I get to meet someone proven by science to be a part of me, all the better.”

“But what about their expectations?” Jinyoung countered as he turned in his seat to face Youngjae. “What if you connect with someone and they want to be in a relationship? You can’t date them. Hell, you can’t even be seen with them in public without all hell breaking loose. Just knowing you could put them in danger. Then you’d have to break it to them that you’re not available until your contract’s up. Will you give this up for a chance at ‘true love?’”

“You’re overthinking the hell out of this,” Mark shook his head. “To me, it’s no different from our normal promotions or tours. We show up, sing a few songs, touch hands, and go on to the next event. We deal with whatever comes when it’s time to. No sense of stressing out over something that may not even happen.”

While everyone else nodded in agreement and went back to their various activities, Jinyoung slouched in his seat again.

“Just let it go,” Jaebeom shook his head with a faint smile. “Get some sleep. We have another three hours before we land in America.”

“I’m just saying,” he groused. “It’s gonna be a hassle.”

“You never know. Maybe your soulmate’s real chill and is fine with letting things be.”

“And if you’re wrong? What if they want something I can’t give?”

“What if you’re wrong? What if you find something you want but can’t have?” Jaebeom raised his eyebrow in challenge. “Is this what it’s about?”

Jinyoung looked away, instead choosing to stare out the plane window. “Shut up.”

Jaebeom chuckled and went back to his laptop. “That’s what I thought.”

The cabin went silent again, and Jackson returned his attention to his window. Though he couldn’t see the water below him because of the clouds and the moon was absent, he could see the stars above. Millions of twinkling lights smeared across the inky darkness. Out of those millions of stars, a single one caught his attention. If asked, he couldn’t explain why. It just did. Maybe it was the shade, something closer to lavender. It certainly wasn’t the biggest and wasn’t attached to any constellations. Yet, a warmth bloomed in his chest. How weird was it to feel attached to something so far away, so foreign to him. Still, it was his star now.

If only he’d see it again.

You don’t ask for much. Just peace, food, and a bed to sleep in. To your dad, you might as well ask for a million bucks and a Tesla. It didn’t take much to set him off, and constantly walking on eggshells around him was exhausting.

But you did it anyway. For your mom and younger brother.

You parked your car in the driveway, taking care not to be too close to the faint line that divided it in half. You wouldn’t hear the end of it if you were even a millimeter over it. Dad wanted all the room he could get to half-ass park his stupid Blazer.

You dumped your trash leftover from your breakfast into the dumpster, ignoring how your feet screamed with each step to the curb and back. The evening rush hit harder than usual and left you stuck in the drive-thru window with a flimsy windbreaker that could barely handle air-conditioning, much less a chilly fall night. If you got sick, it’d be because of that. Here’s hoping your immune system was stronger than you believed.

Since the garage door was down, you had to go through the backyard to get to the patio door and get in the house through the kitchen. You preferred the garage because your bedroom door was right next to the entrance to the garage. You thought about texting your brother, Aubrey, and asking him to let you in, but it was late and you didn’t want to bother him.

As you closed the fence gate behind you, you spotted your parents in the kitchen. Mama was frowning with her hands on her hips. Whatever the topic was, it wasn’t good.

You tapped the patio glass before sliding it open. “Hello.” You greeted them both, sliding the door shut and locking it.

Your dad rounded on you. Judging by the look in his eye and the amount of air he sucked in before speaking, it was going to be one of those nights. “Why the hell are you coming in so late?”

Late? You glanced at the clock and realized you’d forgotten to tell them. “We got swamped, and I had to stay to help get the orders out.”

“And you couldn’t be bothered to send a text message?”

You glanced at Mama. She was rolling up her sleeves, glaring at him. “I didn’t have time to even take a lunch. And we’ve talked about this before. I can’t use my phone on the clock.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” he took a step toward you, but Mama jumped in between you two.

“Back off. I’ve told you she can’t stop what she’s doing when she’s up there to do whatever you want.”

“Jo, move outta the way. It wouldn’t have taken her a second to ask her boss to let her call or text us.” He turned to her and for a second, you were glad. You were fucking exhausted and really didn’t want to spend another minute on your feet. “Y’all act like I’m asking her to come home and ask for permission to stay out an extra hour!”

You hated when he included everyone in exaggerated general statements. Since they were focused on each other again, you figured it was okay to go to your room. You took maybe five steps before he called your name.

“_____! Don’t you walk away when I’m talking to you,” he pointed at you. Times like this kept you on edge, unable to take a breather. He looked like he wanted to put his hands on you. He usually didn’t, but you never knew when he felt froggy.

You stopped and waited for him to continue. “Yes?”

“It isn’t that hard for you to let us know when you’re coming home late from work. Your mama cooked dinner tonight, and we were supposed to sit down as a family and eat. Now everything’s cold. You ruined dinner being an inconsiderate little shit.”

You couldn’t keep the shock off your face. “Since when do we sit down and eat together?” You blinked a few times, then said, “We usually eat in our rooms.”

His eyes doubled in size and he crossed the living room in three quick strides to get in your face. “Who the fuck you think you talking to like that?”

Ugh. He wanted to fight. For whatever reason, he had been itching to fight with someone. Odd, given how willing Mama was to be a contender. You figured he realized she wasn’t going to be an easy target. You must have looked at tired as you felt because you now had the honor of being his verbal punching bag.

“I didn’t mean—”

He bumped into you with his chest, pushing you back a step. “Don’t forget you live under my roof. This is my house, _____.” He pointed at the front door. “If you can’t follow basic ass directions like stay in fucking contact, you can get the fuck out!”

If this were any other family and he were any other person, you’d say he’s fucking nuts. All this over coming home an hour late because of work? But this was your life. He was your dad and this, sadly enough, was tame compared to some of the arguments you dealt with when you were in high school. He used to accuse you of sleeping around and being a slut enough that, for a brief period of time, you did sleep around just to feel like you deserved his hatred and anger.

Right now, you just wanted to get out of your uniform, eat something, and crash. You had class in the morning and another late shift to cover for a friend. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

You hoped like hell he’d accept it and leave you alone. “Damn right you are. Sorriest little shit I’ve ever seen in my life.” He looked you up and down with disgust, as if you’d crawled right out of a pigpen. “Hurry up so we can sit down and eat.”

You turned and high-tailed it to your room, glimpsing the clock on the wall as you passed by. It was after ten o’clock. Had he stopped them from eating until you got home? No wonder Mama looked pissed. You shut the door behind you and quickly kicked off your shoes, flopping down on the bed. If even for a second, you were happy to be home and off your feet. You’d have to look into buying better shoes once you had enough money saved up. Between paying for gas and contributing to the bills, you weren’t left with much to play with.

You sat back up and headed towards the kitchen. It’d be better to wait until after you ate to shower so you could get straight in bed. Mama had set the table. You felt bad. You wished you’d remembered to let her know, at least. The food looked amazing and likely tasted just as good as it would have when it was done cooking. She was such a splendid cook that even the pickiest of eaters would be satisfied.

“I’m telling you, Jo. The boy’s got potential.” Dad came around the corner with Mama and Aubrey trailing behind him with pitiful looks on their faces.

“And I’m telling you, Jermond. If he doesn’t want to get into football, he doesn’t have to.” She took a seat on the side of you. You nearly cried out with relief when Aubrey, eyelids low from sleep, pointedly sat in the chair opposite of you, all but snatching it from Dad.

It made you feel even worse. You glanced at your dad and he was staring at you, no doubt relishing in your reaction to everything. If you never thought he was sadistic before, this confirmed it. He just wanted to see someone hurt. Like he thrived on causing as much emotional damage as possible.

He was the worst.

He prompted Aubrey to lead in saying grace, then you all were allowed to eat.

“He can’t just sit around and waste away! He needs to be out there on the field. He could get an athletic scholarship. You’re always going on about how important college is — let him play ball.”

“I don’t have to ‘let’ him play anything. He’ll pursue it if he wants to.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her chin out. Aubrey silently pushed a plate of fish towards you, and you put a couple of pieces on your plate.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, and he nodded. Even though he was taller and acted more mature than you did, he was your baby brother. His desire to protect you and your mom never went unnoticed. He pushed the plate toward Mama and Dad. The plate caught on the wooden edge of the table, getting their attention.

“Speaking of college,” Dad turned to you. “Grades? You have to have something by now, right?”

You shrugged, “Yeah, but it isn’t good. I’m still having trouble understanding the formulas. My professor—”

“What do you mean, it isn’t good?” He held out his hand. “Lemme see them.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. You really didn’t want to go through this, right now, with him. Still, you pulled your phone from your pocket and pulled up your grades. The overall 62 glared back at you and you dropped your phone into his hand.

His fat thumb swiped across the screen as his frown deepened. “What the hell is this? How are you failing?”

“I was trying to explain that. I need tutoring for math. My professor says I can bring my grade up with tutoring to improve my test scores.”

“All that money and you’re wasting it. I bet it’s that girl’s fault—what’s her name?” He looked at Mama, but she ignored him. “Kristen?”

You bit back a curse. “Kristen doesn’t even work with me or go to school with me. How is this her fault?”

“Because all she wants to do is party. Every time I look up she’s in your face talking about a party or a movie or something. You don’t have time for that shit.”

You bit the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something you’d regret. Kristen was one of the few people keeping you sane. If you didn’t have her… you couldn’t complete the thought. “I’ll pull my grades up. I just need a little help understanding the work.”

“You better. College is expensive.” He picked up his fork and began shoving food into his mouth. “You can’t do much else, so at least make it worthwhile.”

Mama put her fork down. “Will you let the girl eat in peace? My God. I didn’t cook dinner just for you to sit and complain the whole meal.”

“Jo, when are you gonna stop babying her?”

“She’s the oldest! What the hell—”

“Whenever she does something, you’re quick to jump to her defense.”

“Because you’re always on the girl’s back! You don’t bother Aubrey nearly as much as you complain about her. And you nitpick on some of the dumbest shit. Like the other week, she cleaned the kitchen, and you went in behind her and made dirty dishes. Then wake her up because there are dirty dishes in the sink.”

“We have chores for a reason. I’m not supposed to let her know her chores aren’t done?”

“Not at two in the fucking morning!”

Aubrey shot you a knowing look. This was getting ugly, and it was time to vacate the war zone. You both shoved the rest of your food into your mouths and made a beeline for the sink. Luckily, it was Mama’s turn to load the dishwasher, so you both were free to go back to your rooms. Their voices got louder as you got closer to your room.

You fell onto your bed and buried your face into the pillow. You knew you shouldn’t blame yourself for any of it, but you couldn’t help but feel responsible. If your grades were better. If you had called. If…

“Hey,” your brother whispered.

You looked up and found Aubrey peeking around the corner into your room. You’d forgotten to close the door behind you. “Hey.”

“I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. Don’t beat yourself up. He’s crazy. Mama takes up for you because she loves you. We both do.”

You smiled, blinking back tears. He knew you better than you knew yourself. “Thanks. I love you, too.”

“Yeah, yeah. Get some rest.” And he was gone.

You shut the door and set out clothes for your shower. By the time you were ready for bed, you could barely keep your eyes open. Your parents were still going at it, but the topic had changed to attacks on each other. You wanted to intervene, ask them to drop it and go to bed. But the words wouldn’t be taken as someone who cared.

You cut off the light and got into bed, snuggling up with the gigantic teddy bear you kept on it. Through a sliver of light in the blinds on your window, you saw a lone bright purple star. The same star you made a wish on every night before you went to bed, hoping for a better tomorrow.

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ikpopwriting · 4 years ago

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Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 4,240

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A/N: This one is a little shorter, but I didn’t know what else to add to it soooo, enjoy!

Chapter Four: Dinner Conversations

You’re standing off to the side of the room now, while Mason interviews the group. You’re half listening, half lost in your own thoughts and emotions. While you spent time with the guys in their dressing room, everyone apart from Jin and Namjoon had made it a point not to touch your bare skin, leaving your mind to run with the possibilities of why that was, though you were pretty sure you knew why. You just haven’t came to terms with it quite yet.

“What about soulmates?”

Your head jerks up from the spot where you had been burning a hole in the floor with your gaze, glancing over at Mason.

“Have any of you tried to find your soulmates?”

Namjoon translates, though you doubt it’s necessary.

“Of course,” Jungkook answers immediately, voice sure and confident. He looks at you over Mason’s shoulder, just a millisecond of eye contact, before looking away. “Why would anyone not look?”

“Our lives make it rather hard, though,” Namjoon interjects. “We don’t have a lot of free time, and we’ve been doing this since we were kids. We don’t have the luxury most do.”

“There’s been very obscure rumors about fans who have pretended to be your soulmates...is there any truth to those rumors?”

The guys share glances amongst each other, before Yoongi responds. “There have been...false claims made in the past. We are very careful about those things.”

“So it’s true, then? I...I can’t imagine going through that, I’m very sorry.” He pauses, putting his recorder and pen down. “Off the record...how believable were they?”

Taehyung clenches his jaw, before looking up from his lap. “Some people go to great lengths to get what they want, but soulmarks can’t be faked.” He stares at Mason with intense eyes, and your heart clenches at the pain and fury you see there. It’s mirrored in Jimin’s eyes. “It won’t happen again.”

There’s a tense silence, and you know Mason doesn’t know how to broach his next question, the subject obviously no longer as easy.

“I think we’ll move on,” he says at last, and the guys relax as the subject is changed. “Let’s talk about your new music; what was the inspiration for these specific tracks?”

You tune them out again, thinking about what Taehyung had said. It leads you to believe that someone had gotten very close to one of them...maybe more...so close and had played their part so well, that only the absence of the soulmark gave them away. It makes you wonder...how are they so trusting of you? How did they accept you as genuine so quickly? Was it your soulmark? Or something more?

“Where’s your head?”

You look up quickly, not having realized how long you’ve been lost in your own thoughts, to find Mason looking at you curiously. You glance around the room, noticing the guys have dispersed, but all seem to be tuned in to you in some way. They’re starting to get ready for the show, and no doubt soon stylists will filter into the room.

“I was thinking about what they said, about people faking being their soulmates...” you trail off, and Mason’s brows draw together.

“Yes, it’s awful, isn’t it? I guess that’s one of the prices of fame, though.” He glances over his shoulder briefly, before turning back to you. “I’m going to head back to the hotel, since I’m not needed any longer, but Beomseok will be back for you. If you need anything, call me, okay?”

You nod. “I’m going to get some shots of them getting ready, and then throughout the concert, and of the fans. Some behind-the-scenes stuff, too.”

“That would be perfect, actually. Just remember one thing for me, okay?” He places a hand on your shoulder, looking at you seriously, and you give him your full attention. “Have fun.” You blink at him, not understanding, and he smiles at you. “I know you’re a fan, so make sure you enjoy yourself, too. I don’t expect you to capture every second, so relax and have fun. You’ve earned it.”

“Th-thank you,” you stumble out, surprised. “I appreciate it, Mason.”

He nods at you, before gathering his stuff and leaving out of the room. The stylists have come by now, so you keep to your corner, out of the way. You go through the pictures you’ve already taken, thinking through how you’ll edit and enhance them. Eventually you make your way around the room, snapping pictures of the guys as they’re made ready for the show. You avoid getting the faces of the stylists and crew, focusing solely on the members, so it’s several minutes before you notice the looks they’re giving you. Almost fondly, and it confuses you.

Until you notice they’re looking behind you, more than at you.

You look over your shoulder to see Taehyung and Jungkook right behind you, so close you don’t know how you didn’t feel them. You raise a brow at them, and they both smile.

“Can I help you?”

“Just watching you, Noona,” Jungkook says, leaning over your left shoulder to look at the picture of Yoongi you had just taken. Taehyung leans over your right shoulder, chin resting on you, and hums. “That’s a good one.”

“Thank you,” you say, turning back to your camera. It’s quickly taken out of your hands, though, and a chill goes down your body. No one touches your camera. Ever. You look up and see Namjoon, smiling at you, as he brings your camera up. Jungkook’s chin hits your shoulder, and you feel both him and Taehyung move closer to you just before you hear the shutter sound from your camera in Namjoon’s hands.

“Smile, lovely,” he says, looking at you over the top of the camera. You feel a hand on your right side, kneading into you, and there’s one on your left side as well. Your tension eases at the touch, and an easy smile touches your lips, before it breaks out fuller. “There we go.”

After the shutter sounds again, the two behind you are shooed away by stylists, back into their respective styling chairs. Namjoon hands you your camera back, and you take it from him, still smiling at him. “You know, if anyone else had touched my camera, I probably would have broken their hand.”

He smiles wider, dimples deepening, as he steps closer to you. “I’m honored, then. Next time I’ll remember to ask.”

You tilt your head, thinking about it, and shrug. “I find I don’t mind you touching it. I don’t think I’d mind any of you touching my camera, actually.”

“Well, then get ready to have plenty of portraits of yourself as well,” he takes your hand, linking your fingers together.

“Don’t keep her all to yourself, Joon,” Jin complains, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Share our little sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, but find yourself leaning into his hold anyway, enjoying the feeling. Yoongi glances at you from behind Namjoon, a soft smile on his face, but mixed with an emotion you can’t quite pinpoint. Hoseok looks over from the other side of him, leaning in to whisper something, to which Yoongi nods. He meets your eyes, winking, before turning back so the stylist can finish with his eyeshadow. Hoseok smiles his luminous show of teeth at you, before also looking away, and you can’t help but wonder what the two are up to.

“The show starts soon,” Namjoon says. “You have free reign backstage, and if you need to go down to the front, just let some of the crew know and they will accompany you.”

Your brows draw together in confusion as you look back to him. “Why do I get the feeling you guys are being much more accommodating to me than you usually are?”

He smiles, reaching up to cup your cheek, rubbing his finger against your cheekbone. “Probably because we are.”

“Why?”

“It lets us see you more, and be closer to you,” he answers honestly, eyes searching yours.

“So it’s purely personal, then?” You ask, smirking.

“Oh yes, very selfish, sweetheart,” Jin agrees.

You laugh lightly, shaking your head, and look over at where Jimin is shrugging on a jacket. You snap a quick picture, and he looks up at you, smiling a little shift of his lips, before turning away. Jin lets go of you as his stylist drags him away, and Namjoon walks over to the clothing racks, pulling his first outfit out and shrugging it on. You’ve been careful not to get them shirtless or in their boxers—truthfully, you try not to even SEE them in their boxers AT ALL—focusing on the other members instead during those occasions.

Pretty soon, they’re ready, and the stylists leave, confusing you until you see the guys gathering around each other closely. You hesitate as they bow their heads together, arms wrapping around each other’s shoulders, and grab a quick picture before sliding out of the room yourself, just as Namjoon begins to talk. You know you’ve been given free reign of every moment...but the one picture will be enough. You know they have group pep talks and encouragements before the show, but this feels...different. The fact that everyone had left to give them privacy tells you this is something different, even if you don’t know what it is. You don’t want to intrude on that, and you won’t.

~*~

“Thank you ARMY! Goodnight!”

You smile as the guys make their ways off stage to thunderous applause and deafening cheers, waving out at their fans before they disappear from view. As soon as they are safely hidden away behind curtains and walls, they collapse, leaning against various surfaces or just flat out falling to the floor. You chuckle, snapping some photos, before removing your camera bag and stowing your camera away. You have no idea how you have any memory space left, with how many shots you’ve gotten throughout the night, but you suspect it’s limited. You step out of the way as stylists and crew members come forward with towels and water bottles, removing mics and in-ear monitors to store until the next show.

You stay outside of the dressing room this time, camera bag at your feet, sending a few quick texts to Skyler about plans to meet her soulmate once you’re back home. She and Michelle seem to be hitting it off great, even if they’re taking things slower than you ever thought Skyler would.

Hoseok is the first one out. His smile is bright, lighting his warm eyes up like fireworks. “Ready for dinner, sunshine?”

You return his smile, nodding. “Looking forward to it, Hobi.”

He leans against the wall beside you, bumping your shoulder with his as he stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Oh, yes.” You smile brightly, thinking back to the performance. “It was amazing! You guys were absolutely incredible! Which of course, I knew you would be. I’ve watched fancams and comeback stages before, but it’s completely different in person! The energy, the passion—“ you cut off, blushing. “Ah, I’m rambling. Sorry.”

He shakes his head, laughing. “No, please, go on. I’m glad to hear you had such a great experience. It makes me very happy.”

The door opens again, and Yoongi exits. He walks right up to Hoseok, curling into his side tiredly and tucking his head against his shoulder. Hoseok brightens even more, wrapping an arm around his hyung. You watch on, your heart tugging, but not painfully like you would expect. With a longing, but not a painful one. Yoongi cuts his eyes up to yours, blinking slowly before smiling softly, clearly exhausted. You return the smile.

“You look seconds away from sleeping where you stand,” you comment.

“I’ve done that before, actually. It’s not too bad,” he replies, turning more into Hoseok’s side. “As long as there’s something to prop up against.”

“Is that all I am? A prop?” Hoseok asks, tone playful as he cards a hand through Yoongi’s hair. “Come on, let’s get you to the van so you can rest a bit before dinner.”

Yoongi hums, letting Hoseok move him around until he’s guiding him past you towards the back entrance, where their manager had already informed them their ride was waiting. You watch them go, Yoongi leaning heavily into Hoseok’s side and Hoseok happily accepting the weight, with a fond smile gracing your lips.

“What do we have to do to get you to look at us like that?”

You turn your head back to the dressing room door, not having heard it open, to find the maknaes standing there, watching you.

“Like what?” you ask, crouching to pick up your camera bag from the floor at your feet. You sling it over your shoulder, the familiar weight a comfort, before turning your attention back to the three men.

“Like you—“ Jungkook starts, only to be cut off as Namjoon and Seokjin exit the dressing room. “Never mind,” he mutters, stepping aside.

“Alright,” Namjoon says cheerfully. “Ready to go?”

~*~

(A/N: They’re speaking Korean the entire time here. I just didn’t think italics throughout this would flow very well)

“Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t drop that lamb skewer right now, I will delete your Overwatch data.”

Jungkook’s mouth gapes open, but he drops the skewer he had been trying to inconspicuously steal from Yoongi’s plate while the older male was conversing with Hoseok. He grumbles, moving his chair further away, and pouts. You smile, picking up one of your own remaining skewers and offering it across the table to him. His eyes light up, and he smiles as he accepts it.

“Thank you, Noona!” He quickly begins to eat the meat, smiling the entire time, and you laugh.

“Great, he’s already got her wrapped around his finger,” Yoongi comments, shaking his head. “It’s the doe eyes, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” you reply, shrugging. “They’re irresistible.” Several of the guys groan in defeat as Jungkook winks at you with a satisfied smile.

“That’s okay, I have my own weapon of irresistibility,” Namjoon says, resting his head in his palm to your right, turned towards you. “Isn’t that right, lovely?”

You fight your blush with every fiber of your being as you take a long dredge of your drink.

“What do you mean, Joonie?” Seokjin asks, tilting his head as he looks around you from your left.

“She loves my dimples,” he answers, smiling wide to show them off in full effect.

When all you do is continue to drink from your glass, the guys start talking over each other, demanding to know which attributes of each of theirs you find most appealing. You sink slowly down in your chair, throwing Namjoon a murderous look as you desperately think of a way to avoid this situation.

“Yah, stop tormenting our soulmate!” Jin commands firmly, voice rising above all the rest. Everyone quietens down immediately at the eldest’s order, looking apologetic. “She’ll tell us when she’s ready, assuming there’s anything to tell. We’re here for more important things.” Jin turns to look at you, seated beside him, and takes your hand, rubbing the back of it reassuringly.

“Right. How do we begin that?” Jungkook says under his breath. Jimin nudges him from his other side, but says nothing.

Namjoon looks at you thoughtfully. “I imagine you’ve considered the possibilities already?” You nod. “Let’s start with any questions you may have, and work from there.”

The others agree, and you take a deep breath. “Okay...well, first thing’s first,” you meet each of their eyes. “My soulmark is still incomplete, isn’t it?”

No one says anything for a moment, before a couple heads nod as Namjoon confirms. “It’s incomplete, yes.”

“I have seven soulmates, don’t I?”

“You really don’t beat around the bush, do you doll?” Yoongi smirks.

“No, I don’t,” you reply, smiling.

Namjoon sighs. “Well...uh...you see—“

“Yes,” Yoongi deadpans, cutting the struggling leader off. “You have seven soulmates.” Jin kicks him underneath the table, but the other man doesn’t flinch, meeting his hyung’s eyes. “She said she likes to get to the point. I did.” He looks from the eldest back to you. “We’re all soulmates, and since you completed Joon’s and Jin’s soulmarks, it stands to reason you’re the last of us.”

You furrow your brows. “How do you know I’m the last one? What if there’s more?”

“So she’s just going to gloss over having seven soulmates like it’s nothing?” Jungkook says to Jimin, just loud enough for you to hear. Jimin shrugs, grabbing his glass to drink.

“After we touched, and your part was added to my mark,” Namjoon says, grabbing your attention, before pausing. He shakes his head, starting again. “Do you remember the writings you had made the day you came to dance practice?”

You nod, then immediately blush as a realization hits. Not only had K-Pop lyrics popped up on your soulmate’s arm—no, it was much worse than that. You have seven soulmates, and it had been their own lyrics.

Can a hole open up and swallow you? Like, two days ago would have been nice. Come on universe, help a girl out.

“We loved knowing you’re a fan, angel,” Taehyung says from Namjoon’s side, at one end of the table. “That you listen to our songs, and took the time to write parts of them on your skin, knowing your soulmate would have them there as well.”

“He’s right,” Hoseok says from the other end, between Yoongi and Jin. “We were all very happy to see your very colorful display of being ARMY, sunshine.”

You groan, but smile, before turning back to Namjoon. “What about it...?”

“After we touched, and your piece was added to my soulmark...they disappeared for me,” he says, slowly and carefully. “Soul writings only stop and go away after a soulmark is completely formed. You’re my last soulmate, lovely.”

The table descends into silence, all eyes on you as you absorb that information. It sinks in relatively easily, like your mind had accepted it before you ever gained the information.

“What is our soulmark?” you finally ask, looking between him and Seokjin. “May I see it?”

“You actually already—“

“I think it would be best to wait about that,” Namjoon says, cutting the younger member off. “We think—and of course we want your input as well, we won’t just decide without you—that you should get to know each of us a little better and see what our life is like, and collect the pieces of your soulmark along the way. At the end, if you decide you want to be a part of our lives, then we’ll figure out where to go from there.” He pauses, before taking a heavy breath. “If you decide you don’t want this life—the life of being the soulmate to seven idols...then we’ll understand, and let you go without any hard feelings.”

Your heart twists painfully in your chest, your hand reaching up to rub over it as you look down at the table. Never, in all the scenarios you’ve ever imagined about your soulmate, have either of you rejected the connection.

Rejecting a soulmate is extremely painful, and leaves a scar where the soulmark once had been. No one who has ever rejected a soulmate or went through the process has ever revealed exactly what happens, only that it feels as if a part of your soul has literally been ripped away.

You have seven soulmates.

That would be seven parts gone forever.

You’re saved a few moments of uncomfortable silence by dessert being brought out as empty plates are cleared away and glasses are refilled. The boys play off the tense atmosphere, pretending like the worst nightmare of everyone who’s ever lived wasn’t just brought up in semi-casual conversation. You down the rest of your drink, suddenly wishing you had ordered something alcoholic after all. It’s quickly refilled, and you thank the waiter.

Once the wait staff disappear once again, the table falls silent.

You clear your throat with determination, and all seven pairs of eyes go to you, waiting.

“I want to make one thing certain right now, before this goes any further,” you say firmly, meeting each of their eyes. “I’m not going to be the one to walk away from this. All my life, I have dreamt of the moment I would meet my soulmate; I have imagined it more minutes than I have lived. So what if it turns out I have seven?” You smile. “I have seven hearts synced with mine, seven souls connected to me, seven people created to fit my edges—what an amazing puzzle we make.”

The men around you seem shocked, before smiles bloom on each of their faces. Taehyung laughs. “You really are special, angel.” His smile changes, and he mutters under his breath: “I guess that question’s answered, now.” Jimin places his hand over the younger man’s, but you continue, not acknowledging the little moment.

“I do like the idea of getting to know you before getting each piece...it’s quite romantic and special. I’ll be here for the month with the magazine special edition issue...” you trail off, thinking. “Alright, let’s do it.”

“I call first dibs, kitten,” Jimin says, winking at you. The remaining members quickly fall in line, calling dibs as well on an order, and you laugh lightly. “You two,” he motions to Namjoon and Seokjin, “should also still get to spend time with her, even if you’ve already completed your marks. It’s only fair.”

“Even if technically you’ve already both spent time alone with her.” Hoseok says, wagging his brows. “Minnie’s right, though. How about we each try to spend at least an entire day with you, sunshine?” he asks you.

You light up in excitement. “Oh yea, that definitely works for me.” The men around you laugh at your enthusiasm.

“Then at the end, before you head back to the states...could we spend a couple days together as soulmates? All eight of us?” Jungkook asks, sheepishly. You all agree.

“Okay, now, on to other questions I have...who was the first pair?” You ask, forking a bite of Jin’s cake as he takes some of your gelato. The action seems to make the rest remember their own desserts, and everyone begins eating once again.

Yoongi nods in Namjoon’s direction. “Joon and I. That was a weird day in the studio. He’s awkward as hell when he’s trying to be all romantic and shit.”

“I was a kid! And it was a big deal, hyung!” Namjoon defends, groaning. “I’ve learned!”

“He has,” Seokjin and Hoseok agree, nodding.

“Besides,” Namjoon continues, looking to Jungkook. “At least I did better than ‘thighs’ over here.”

“We said we were done with that!” Jungkook’s voice raises in pitch, and you can’t help but laugh. His head snaps to you. “Noona?”

“I’ve always thought that was a cute story, Kookie.” He relaxes, smiling at you.

“I was last,” Taehyung says. “It sort of happened in the way we joined the group, angel.”

Jungkook suddenly tenses, going straight as a board, before looking in disbelief around the table. “Wait—does everyone else have a nickname for her already except me?”

You think for a moment before realizing...yes.

Namjoon calls you lovely.

Seokjin seems to like calling you sweetheart.

Yoongi has taken a liking to doll, which...okay, has you swooning.

Hoseok obviously loves you being his sunshine.

Jimin keeps calling you kitten.

Taehyung has called you angel a couple of times now.

That leaves—

“Can I call you baby? Or...babe?” Jungkook asks. “Do you have a preference?”

You smile at him, shaking your head. “Whichever you want to call me, Jungkook.”

He smiles brightly. “Okay, baby.”

Dear God above, how are you still breathing?

~*~

You: Got in safe boys. Make sure you all get plenty of sleep!

You: Yoongi, I’m talking especially to you. Don’t make me keep tabs on you, sir

Yoongi: Sounded hot, say it again.

Yoongi: Night, doll

Jimin: Who keeps teaching him these new things??

Jimin: Also, goodnight kitten ;)

Tae: Goondnight, angel. Sweet dreams

Joon: Sleep well, lovely

Jinnie: I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.

Jinnie: In your dreams, that is

Hobi: Goodnight sunshine!

Jungkook: Night, baby :)

You smile at your phone screen, opened to the group chat with your seven soulmates. You still weren’t sure if it had fully sank in yet, or if your soul and mind had just been that ready to accept the fact. You exit the chat, then sigh as you see your conversation with Skyler. You’ve yet to tell her you’ve found your soulmate, let alone that you have seven and they’re—surprise—the members of boy group BTS...because how on earth do you start that conversation when you’re half a planet away? Is over the phone really the best? How would she even react? Would she even believe you? Would she think you got a tattoo instead? You know she wouldn’t tell anyone, anyway.

Except maybe Michelle...who you don’t even know...

“When did my life become complicated?” you ask your empty hotel suite. “Isn’t finding your soulmate supposed to make everything easier? Aren’t things supposed to suddenly fall into place and make sense?”

Needless to say, you don’t get a response.

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travelingviabooks · 3 years ago

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Because I’m awful at deciding what to read next, I put all of my TBR shelves into a random generator to pick for me. Any new books will be added to the end of the list.

“Children of Hurin” JRR Tolkien

“No Longer Human” by Osamu Dazai

“The Stand-In” by Lily Chu

“Anna Karenina” by Leo Tolstoy

“War Trash” by Ha Jin

“The Raven Boys” by Maggie Stiefvater

“Remains of the Day” by Kazuo Ishiguro

“The Host” by Stephenie Meyer

“A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder” by Holly Jackson

“The Metamorphosis” by Franz Kafka

“Ali and Nino” by Kurban Said

“Tale of Genji” by Lady Murasaki

“Lovers of Algeria” by Anouar Benmalek

“Pachinko” by Min Jin Lee

“Killing Commendatore” by Haruki Murakami

“The Buddhist on Death Row” by David Sheff

“The Sympathizer” by Viet Thanh Nguyen

“A Boy and His Dog at the End of the World” by C.A. Fletcher

“Wicked” by Gregory Maguire

“The Last Gentleman Adventurer” by Edward Beauclerk Maurice

“Dragon Springs Road” by Janie Chang

“Watership Down” by Richard Adams

“You’ve Reached Sam” by Dustin Thao

“Evil and the Mask” by Fuminori Nakamura

“Tales from the Cafe” by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

“Before Your Memory Fades” by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

“I Am a Cat” by Sōseki Natsume

“Wind/Pinball” by Haruki Murakami

“The Island of Missing Trees” by Elif Shafak

“The Ministry of Special Cases” by Nathan Englander

“Things Fall Apart” by Chinua Achebe

“They Both Die At The End” by Adam Silvera

“Crazy Rich Asians” by Kevin Kwan

“Absolutely on Music” by Haruki Murakami

“A Little Life” by Hanya Yanagihara

“The Buried Giant” by Kazuo Ishiguro

“Malice” by Keigo Higashino

“A Tale for the Time Being” by Ruth Ozeki

“Game of Thrones” by George R.R. Martin

“Watch Over Me” by Nina Lacour

“Goodbye Tsugumi” by Banana Yoshimoto

“White Ivy” by Susie Yang

“Bastard out of Carolina” by Dorothy Allison

“First They Killed My Father” by Loung Ung

“Yokohama Yankee” by Leslie Helm

“A Court of Thorns and Roses” by Sarah J. Maas

“Seoulmates” by Susan Lee

“Infinite Country” by Patricia Engel

“Silent Parade” by Keigo Higashino

“Men Without Women” by Ernest Hemingway

“Purple Hibiscus” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

“The Red Palace” by June Hur

“Through A Darkening Glass” by R.S. Maxwell

“Inventing Japan” by Ian Buruma

“Death on the Nile” by Agatha Christie

“The Gangster We Are All Looking For” by Lê Thi Diem Thúy

“Red At the Bone” by Jacqueline Woodson

“Stranger in the Shogun’s City” by Amy Stanley

“Midnight in Broad Daylight” by Pamela Rotner Sakamoto

“Kokoro” by Natsume Sôseki

“Some Prefer Nettles” by Junichiro Tanizaki

“Zachary Ying and the Dragon Emperor” by Xiran Jay Zhao

“The Princess Diarist” by Carrie Fisher

“Firekeeper’s Daughter” by Angeline Boulley

“Hitman Anders and the Meaning of It All” by Jonas Jonasson

“I Am Malala” by Malala Yousafzai

“There There” by Tommy Orange

“The Travelling Cat Chronicles” by Hiro Arikawa

“Pearl of China” by Anchee Min

“Slasher Girls & Monster Boys” by April Genevieve Tucholke

“A Hundred Thousand Worlds” by Bob Proehl

“The Year of the Death of Ricardo Reis” by José Saramago

“My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” by Fredrik Backman

“Memoirs of a Polar Bear” by Yoko Tawada

“Little Fires Everywhere” by Celeste Ng

“The Alchemist” by Paulo Coehlo

“Fallout” by Lesley M.M. Blume

“Natural Rivals” by John Clayton

“The Mermaid from Jeju” by Sumi Hahn

“The Women I Think About At Night” by Mia Kankimäki

“In Praise of Difficult Women” by Karen Karbo

“On Trails: An Exploration” by Robert Moor

“Four Treasures of the Sky” by Jenny Tinghui Zhang

“Solito” by Javier Zamora

“Gideon: The Ninth” by Tamsyn Muir

“Circe” by Madeline Miller

“The Girl With Seven Names: Escape From North Korea” by Hyeonseo Lee

“Above the Clouds” by Kilian Jornet

“The Only Child” by Mi-Ae Seo

“We Are Not From Here” by Jenny Torres Sanchez

“The Gilded Ones” by Namina Forna

“Within These Wicked Walls” by Lauren Blackwood

“In The Serpent’s Wake” by Rachel Hartman

“The Miracles of the Namiya General Store” by Keigo Higashino

“The Marriage of Opposites” by Alice Hoffman

“The Perks of Being a Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky

“Under a Painted Sky” by Stacey Lee

“Frankly in Love” by David Yoon

“Both Can Be True” by Jules Machias

“The Viking Heart” by Arthur Herman

“Spin the Dawn” by Elizabeth Lim

“Unravel the Dusk” by Elizabeth Lim

“Last Night at the Telegraph Club” by Malinda Lo

“Zen in the Art of Archery” by Eugen Herrigel

“Gasa-Gasa Girl” by Naomi Hirahara

“Our Bodies, Their Battlefields” by Christina Lamb

“Icebound” by Andrea Pitzer

“Cursed” by Thomas Wheeler

“Beijing Payback” by Daniel Nieh

“From Little Tokyo With Love” by Sarah Kuhn

“The Chosen and the Beautiful” by Nghi Vo

“Where Oceans Burn” by Casey L. Bond

“The Night Tiger” by Yangsze Choo

“Sweet Bean Paste” by Durian Sukegawa

“O Beautiful” by Jung Yun

“I Am China” by Xiaolu Guo

“Too Much Lip” by Melissa Lucashenko

“Songbirds” by Christy Lefteri

“Rebel Seoul” by Axie Oh

“Rogue Heart” by Axie Oh

“The Emissary” by Yoko Tawada

“Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation 1” by Mo Dao Zu Shi

“The One and Only Ivan” by Katherine Applegate

“The One and Only Bob” by Katherine Applegate

“Tokyo Ueno Station” by Yu Miri

“Nowhere for Very Long” by Brianna Madia

“Mutant Message Down Under” by Marlo Morgan

“Outlawed” by Anna North

“Snow Country” by Yasunari Kawabata

“Wolf Nation” by Brenda Peterson

“Coyote America” by Dan Flores

“Adventures of a Young Naturalist” by David Attenborough

“Silence” by Shūsaku Endō

“The Lonesome Body Builder” by Yukiko Motoya

“Leaving Mother Lake” by Yang Erche Namu & Christine Mathieu

“A Personal Matter” by Kenzaburō Ōe

“Sour Heart” by Jenny Zhang

“Bullet Train” by Kotaro Isaka

“Strange the Dreamer” by Laini Taylor

“The Borden Murders: Lizzie Borden & The Trial of the Century” by Sarah Miller

“The Island of Sea Women” by Lisa See

“The Lovely and the Lost” by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Falling” by T.J. Newman

“The Inheritance Games” by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Amari and the Night Brothers” by B.B. Alston

“I Want to Die but I Want to Eat Tteokbokki” by Baek Sehee

“This Savage Song” by Victoria Schwab

“Howl’s Moving Castle” by Diana Wynne Jones

“Seven Deadly Shadows” by Courtney Alameda and Valynne E. Maetani

“Empress of All Seasons” by Emiko Jean

“The Revenant” by Michael Punke

“Summer of the Big Bachi” by Naomi Hirahara

“The Sunbearer Trials” by Aiden Thomas

“Road Trip Rwanda” by Will Ferguson

“The Next Everest” by Jim Davidson

“Into Thin Air” by Jon Krakauer

“Vagabonding” by Rolf Potts

“The Power” by Naomi Alderman

“Six of Crows” by Leigh Bardugo

“The Stolen Throne” by David Gaider

“Tess of the Road” by Rachel Hartman

“The Big Year” by Mark Obmascik

“The Crying of Lot 49” by Thomas Pynchon

“Heaven’s Official Blessing” by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

“Out” by Natsuo Kirino

“A Year in Provence” by Peter Mayle

“Socrates in Love” by Kyoichi Katayama

“Sight Hound” by Pam Houston

“Two Old Women” by Velma Wallis

“The Stranger in the Woods” by Michael Finkel

“Wilderness” by Scott Stillman

“Never Cry Wolf” by Farley Mowat

“The Priory of the Orange Tree” by Samantha Shannon

“Eiger Dreams” by Jon Krakauer

“Siddhartha” by Herman Hess

“And the Mountains Echoed” by Khaled Hosseini

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seoulmates-fanfic · 3 years ago

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rappornster · 7 years ago

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i was going to flip out by the lack of nj previews for mubanksg i thought moniday was the only one there but rapmonsthurr justfor_rm and keepreal_0912rm were there too im crying god BLESS moment of silence for our heroes

#also athenaa_rm and seoulmate #although seoulmate is not a fansite #im salty over the amount of fansite nj has #i mean ok but pls #he deserves a million fansite #im this close to opening one myself #i hope he knows we love him so fucking much fuck man you da best #lalarant

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eterni-ki-moved · 4 years ago

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Better love story than Twilight

WAIT SOMEBODY POSTED THIS IN A SERVER AND I’M WHEEZING

Sunghoon teasing sunoo:

Everyone else:

Tell me why they look so disgusted

Butterfly, like a Butterfly 마치 Butterfly, bu butterfly 처럼

I blame @heeseungsteeth for this… but at the same time, I like what I did.

The butterfly is my favorite part and that’s literally it.

I really put the “art” in “artzyy”.

#i feel bad when i see people post about how we make them feel more single #i'm single too #keera's just my seoulmate

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seoulblog · 4 years ago

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btsonmymind · 5 years ago

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Seoulmates : Chapter One

P A I R I N G : Model!Jungkook X Reader X ?(You’ll just have to read to find out ;))

G E N R E : Angst (if you squint very hard), Soulmate AU

W O R D C O U N T : 2.3K

W A R N I N G S : None

S U M M A R Y : For thousands of years, the closer humans got to their soulmate a electric feeling shoots through the air. Only about 40% of the population will find their soulmate. The sparks you feel when the two souls meet is a give away, but what if there’s another way you could find your soulmate?

*BREAKING NEWS*

ACTRESS, LUNA YOUNG, FINDS HER SOULMATE ON A TRIP TO PARIS! SHE RECALLS THE PICTURE PERFECT MOMENT, “It was magical, a moment any girl would kill for.” STAY TUNED TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS ONCE IN A LIFETIME STORY. ONLY ON…

“Hey, I was watching that!” My best friend, Jimin, whipped his head in my direction, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Both of us were sitting on my couch watching the new channel for almost two hours. Jimin lived for those celebrity news shows, it was like a drug to him.

Throwing the remote on my coffee table, I shrugged my shoulders, “It was almost over anyways. Also, how do you even know she’s telling the truth? What if they are doing that for publicity? Science says it is a one in a million chance you would be able to find your soulmate anyways.”

Rolling his eyes, he turns his body toward me, “(Y/N), you are over exaggerating. It’s, like, one in a thousand. And, celebrities have money to travel and do all sorts of things, so it’s easier for them to find their soulmates.”

Sighing, I get up and walk to the kitchen. It’s really hard for “ordinary” people to find their soulmates. None of my family members ever found their “true love”, so they just married whomever they pleased. There are only a couple of stories of people actually finding their other half.

Everyone, who has found their soulmate, says the closer you are to them you get this tingly feeling, like electricity almost. And, the less distance between you and your “true partner” the stronger the sensation becomes. But it is hard for average people to find their “other half” because most of the time they live in other countries. Like Luna Young for example, she found her soulmate is Paris! She has the money to travel anywhere, at any time she wants. That’s why every month there is a new celebrity that found their soulmate.

Following me to the kitchen, he opens up my fridge and grabs two Cokes: one for me and one for him. “I just don’t get why you are so against finding your soulmate.”

“It’s because I don't want to waste my time and give my hopes up. If I find them, I find them. If I don’t, I don't. It’s not my dream to find my “one true love” and I’m not going to dedicate my whole life searching.” I crack open my drink and take a sip. The bubbly liquid going down my throat is nice and cold.

“Watch, with that attitude, you would be the first one in your family to find your soulmate.” He says with a slight attitude.

We sit there in silence, scrolling on our phones until Jimin speaks up again. “One of my mom’s friends is moving to Seoul next week. He’s going to be going to college with us. My mom wants us to show him around and to befriend him.”

He flips his phone to show me a picture of a guy around our age. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t the most attractive man I have ever seen. “Damn, he’s hot! What’s his name?”

“I think it’s like Sebastian... or something along those lines.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues to scroll through his phone.

Jimin and I start our first year of college next month and I couldn’t be more excited. Having the freedom of living on my own and not having my parents breathing down my neck 24/7 is life changing. Jimin made sure we both signed up for the same classes. For the most part we do except two classes, which I have to remember to make friends in.

Jimin and I have been best friends since we were 15. Jimin’s mother and father left South Korea when he was around 5 or 6 years-old. A couple months after arriving in California, his parents decided to open a bakery in the Los Angeles area: Cherry on Top. To this day it is still well-known and a popular spot for tourists to go.

Jimin and I first became friends our Freshman year of High School. He was always my seat partner in every class we had. So, being forced to talk to each other, we found out we had a lot in common. We've gotten closer and closer ever since.

Now for me, I’ve always lived in California. My father owns a popular modeling company in California: Star Modeling Agency. He travels all over the world recruiting new people to replace the old. But, recently, he has been traveling less. So, to continue his recruiting, he buys the recruiter their plane tickets to Cali. Father is trying to expand his company to South Korea. Having one in Los Angeles and the other in Seoul will double our income.

My father wanted to give Jimin a modeling gig, but Jimin politely declined. His dream was going to college and taking over his parents' business. So, in the future he wouldn’t have time to model and run a whole business at the same time.

Jimin and I had the same dream, except I was expected to take over the Agency. My father trained me all of my life. Yes, I could have skipped college and went straight into the business, but I wanted to experience college. Living in Korea, far away from my father, is too special to pass up.

After sitting around and doing nothing for another hour, it was time for Jimin to go home. “Text me when you get hime, so I know you made it there safely.”

Yanking me into a bear hug, he smiles “Yes mom…” He says in a mocking tone. I wave goodbye until I can’t see him anymore.

Going to my room, I get ready for bed. What if moving to Seoul is my chance to find my soulmate? What if Jimin was right that I’ll be the first one in my family to find my other half. “(Y/N) why are you even thinking about that?” I shake the obnoxious thoughts out of my head. Closing my eyes, I fall into a deep sleep.

*DREAM*

A GUYS LIPS CAME INTO MY LINE OF VISION. THE FLIRTATIOUS SMIRK ON HIS FACE TOLD ME THAT HE COULD HAVE ANYONE HE DESIRED. HIS FACE AND WAS FUZZY, BUT THE BACKGROUND WAS ALMOST HD.

“Who are you?” I REACHED OUT TO TOUCH HIS FACE, BUT BEFORE I COULD HE BACKED AWAY. I STOOD THERE AND WATCHED HIS BACK RETREAT UNTIL HE DISAPPEARED INTO A HAZY FOG.

Every night I would have that dream, my heart would be racing and my cheeks would be hot. I haven’t told Jimin about the dream, scared he would make fun of me or go on a rant about “soulmate this” or “soulmate that”. It’s not possible to see your soulmate in your dreams, especially if you haven’t met them. So, how could the guy in my dreams be my soulmate if I have never met him.

This is crazy! I don’t have a soulmate. It was only a dream, there could be a logical explanation to it. Should I tell Jimin? No, he’ll just overthink it. But, what if he is right and it is my soulmate. No, that’s just stupid. Stop thinking about it (Y/N)! I hit my head multiple times directing my attention to something else.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going crazy,” Jimin looks up at me from his bowl of cereal, “Are you stressed about college? Did you forget something?”

Jimin and I sat in the back of my father’s car, riding quietly to the airport. A month has passed since I’ve seen him last. Both of us were dressed in a tank top and sweats. He had one of his airpods in his hands waiting for my response. It has been a month since I’ve last seen him. His hair has grown out a little, covering his eyes slightly.

Should I tell him? He is my best friend and I’m desperate for advice. “No. I packed, it’s just...if I tell you this, you have to promise me you will not tell a soul.” I whispered to him, so my father wouldn’t hear.

Nodding, he listens to every word I say. “I’ve been having a dream for the past month. It’s the same thing over and over. I’m standing there looking at a hazy face. But, the only thing I can see, clearly, is his lips. Also, he is smirking at me, which makes me feel hot all over. I try to reach out and touch his face but he chuckles deeply and turns around to leave. I can’t move or anything, I just watch him leave. The dream feels...real.”

He sits there staring at me, trying to process every word that shot from my mouth. “Let's be honest, after Luna came out with her soulmate, you have been trying to picture yours. I read on the internet that it’s completely normal to do that. It’s your brain trying to picture your soulmate for you.”

What Jimin tells me makes perfect sense. I’m trying to imagine what my “true love” looks like, so I can be satisfied with not meeting them. That’s the only logical explanation of my dream.

Groaning, I rub my face. Jimin can sense how bothered I am by it, so he changes the subject. “Hey look on the bright side, we are almost to the airport! A new beginning is waiting for us.”

I am excited. It is an opportunity to go to Korea where no one knows who I am. And, everyone who knows my name won’t associate it with my father.

Father did a great job by keeping me out of the camera’s eye as I was growing up. But, once I became a High schooler everything changed. Kids only became my friends, so they can get a contract with my dad. Jimin was and still is my only true friend.

The closer we got to the airport, I started feeling weird. It was like I was having constant shivers. I wrap my arms around my body, curling into my knees.

Looking at me worried, Jimin asks, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He rests his hand on my shoulder, lightly squeezing. The feeling is so hard to explain.

“Yeah, just a little cold.” I chuckled. I reached in my bag and yanked out my flannel jacket.

Jimin looks at me questionly, but ignores it and goes back to listening to his music. Looking out the window, I watch the cars zoom pass. Looking at my father drive, I wonder if he’s happy that I am leaving? I know he doesn’t hate me, but a part of me knows he is more relaxed with me gone. Father told me before that this is a great opportunity for me and that I should get used to Seoul, whatever that means. It was always just my dad and I. My mother left us when I was around 3 or 4. My father has always told me that I look just like her, and I think that is a part of the reason why he wants me gone so much.

I never knew the reason why my mother left us, my father never told me either. So, as I grew older I just let it go.

The closer the three of us got to the airport, the stronger the chills got. It was almost like needles pricking my skin. I was interrupted by my father speaking, “We are here,” he shifts in the seat to look at me, “I can’t get out because of the-”

“Paperazzi. Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes. Two security guards opened the truck of the SUV getting Jimin and I’s baggage. Jimin was standing waiting for me.

Before I could open the car door, my father spoke, “Text me when you get there, okay?”

I nodded and got out of the car. Jimin and I walked side by side. Both of us put our sunglasses on one the flashing began. The paparazzi yelled questions at both Jimin and I. With both of our heads held high we walked to our gate. The security guards helped us until we were safe inside the plane. As we walked, the chills got worse. Now feeling like energy crackling around me, I double over. Jimin grabbed my arm leading me onto the plane.

Once we sat down in our seats, Jimin grabbed my face so I could look at him. “Are you okay?” His eyes are blown wide, staring me down.

Grabbing his wrists, I reassure him, “I am fine Jimin. My stomach started cramping up, that's all.”

Throughout the whole plane ride the electric feeling stayed the same. I could tell Jimin was worried about me, so every so often I would squeeze his hand and smile up at him. I couldn’t have been happier when we landed. Putting shades on top of my head, I walked out of the plane, Jimin following me.

“I’ll go get our suitcases. Just stay right here.” I nod at Jimin, watching him leave. The shivers were back but that’s the only “pain” I am feeling. As I stood there waiting for Jimin. The electric feeling came back tenfold. Turning around I brace myself on the wall closest to me. Leaning on my left side I wrap my arms around my body. Can this feeling please stop. The feeling is getting worse. Should I go look for Jimin? Debating whether or not I should, I decided to go look for him. Whipping around, I hit right into a chest.

Right when I look up into the person’s eyes I feel like the time has stopped and everything is in slow motion. The sensations I am having feel like sparks. I’m pretty sure if you look close enough you can see the sparks shooting from our bodies.

The man that is holding me is smiling from ear to ear. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the fine male staring into my eyes speaks up.

“Hello, my name is Jungkook. And, what is your name, soulmate?” He stares into my eyes and smirks.

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{A.N.}

Hello guys!!! Thank you so much for reading! Chapter 2 will be out as soon as I finish writing it !!!

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