Sutures - Chapter Ten: Amiodarone

Sutures - Chapter Ten: Amiodarone

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): family member hospitalization, therapy, angst if you squint

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The first thing you felt--before you opened your eyes--was Yoongi's white T-shirt against your cheek and the warmth of his skin beneath it. His arm was around you and his hand rested on the peak of your hip. You opened your eyes and looked up to see his hair splayed across his forehead and his lips pouted.

You smiled as you slowly removed yourself from Yoongi's arms. He stirred as you stood up and were away from his grasp, but he softly moved as he rolled onto his side and his arms reached for where you had once been. You could get used to waking up next to Yoongi every morning. Something about the way he missed you--even when he wasn't awake--made your heart swell.

You quickly pushed those thoughts away as you took two mugs from the table and flipped them right side up. While you were used to cheap hotels with packages of instant coffee and--if you were lucky--an electric tea kettle, this hotel, however, had a full coffee maker and a few coffee brands to choose from. You chose a brand you recognized and placed it in the coffee maker.

It wasn't long before the entire room smelled of coffee. As you were pouring the second cup of coffee, you felt a soft touch on your waist and turned to catch Yoongi's soft smile and messy hair as he reached for one of the mugs.

"Thanks," he said, his voice raspy and deep.

You nodded and took a sip of your coffee and sat down at the table, Yoongi soon following and sitting across from you.

"You like it black?"

"Yeah," you said. "My dad would always drink it black and when I was old enough that's how he made it for me. It just kind of stuck."

"Do you miss them?"

"Of course," you said. "It's hard when they're so far away, but I don't regret staying here. I can make a living here, more so than I could in the US."

"When did you see them last?"

"Around a year ago. Minki came with me and it was the first time he'd been to the US and the first time he met my family. They didn't like him that much. I guess I should've listened to them." You chuckled sardonically and took a large sip of coffee, creating a silence--while not uncomfortable--had a small bit of tension laced in. "What about you? You don't get to see your family much either, right? Being an idol and all?"

The question caused him to sit up straight and meet your eyes before quickly looking back down at the wooden table. "Uh, yeah, we usually see our families a couple of times a year. Usually towards the end of the year and then sporadically throughout. Some see their families more often cause they live near Seoul, but getting to Daegu is hard. We didn't always get along when I first moved, so it was hard for a while."

"Oh," you said. While all families fight and disagree, you couldn't imagine not talking to your family or not having their support. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he said. "We've moved past it. It was a long time ago. We talk more often now and they really want to meet you."

You laughed, not sure if it was from the nerves of thinking about meeting his family or simply because the idea itself was laughable because you weren't in a relationship. "Why? I mean, they know what we're trying to do, right?"

"Yeah," he said. "They're convinced it won't work though. We're soulmates. We'll always come back to each other."

"It's worked before. Pairs of soulmates able to distance themselves and move on. I think we can do it."

"Yeah," he said, his words punctuated by sips of coffee. "Yeah, we can." There were a few moments of silence before he set his mug down and his eyes met yours. "So, I promised you a proper date, but after everything that happened yesterday, do you want to risk going out into the city?"

"Not really," you said. "I don't even want to leave the room. I want to see the city, but it makes me nervous just thinking about going back out there."

Yoongi reached across the table, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand. "I'll bring you back someday when we can properly wander the city."

Your stomach flipped. You knew it was probably just an empty promise and supposed to be comforting, but considering you had just talked about distancing yourselves from one another, it seemed unwise to promise, even something empty and trivial.

---

Two hours later and the two of you were laid on the bed, close, but not touching. Empty plates littered the bedside tables and each of you held a wine glass in your hand. You smiled as you sipped the deep red alcohol and felt as a buzz came over your senses. It wasn't unpleasant, just like a small vibration in your head. The same one that had convinced you to sleep with Yoongi the first time you met him.

"You're sure this isn't too much?" you asked, glancing down at the nearly three hundred dollar room service bill.

Yoongi laughed. "You really don't have to worry about it."

"It makes me feel bad," you said. "Will you let me pay for something later?"

"If it makes you feel better." His fingers glided over the skin of your left hand that rested on the bed, dangerously close to his thigh.

The couple in the movie you were watching kissed and you felt a stirring low in your stomach. It had been so long since you'd felt Yoongi's lips on yours. You knew he was feeling the same way, as he squirmed slightly beside you.

"You feel it, too?"

"Yeah," he said. "We need to try and resist it."

"Didn't the therapist say to try and get through it with mainly friendly things?"

"I think so."

His arm came around you and his skin felt like ice on a sunburn. You nearly let out a moan. You wanted to feel his lips on your neck and his hands on your thighs. The bruising way he grabbed your skin without leaving any bruises. How his hair looked pushed back and the way his lips swelled after even the softest of kisses.

"Yoongi, can--can I kiss you?"

"I don't think that's exactly friendly."

"Just one," you said. "It'll be less than we did last time this happened."

"All right," he said. "But, we can't let it go too far."

You nodded and shifted so that you faced him, the front of your body pressed into his side. His hand came to rest on the small of you back and his lips came to meet yours before you'd fully closed your eyes.

They were soft, like always. You could taste the red wine on his lips and the hesitation as he pushed the tip of his tongue into your mouth. His hand bunched the fabric of your T-shirt and your hands laced in his hair. You never wanted to let go.

Yoongi pulled away first, although his eyes were pained as he did so. He reached up and smoothed your hair back.

"Damn," he said. "If only I'd met you before Jihee."

"Yoongi, you can't mean that."

"Maybe if it was a different time, or if I wasn't an idol, I don't know, but I like to think there's a universe where we work out."

Your lips formed words you hadn't thought of yet when your phone vibrated on the bed beside you. You reached for it and saw it was your mom. It was nearing 9 p.m. in Los Angeles and your mom normally called you just after dinner. 

"I--uh--have to take this." 

---

You walked into the bathroom and answered the phone as you shut the door. 

"Mom? Hey, what's going on?" 

"Sumi!" Your mom's voice sounded panicked. "Are you still in Japan?" 

"Yeah, we're flying back to Korea tomorrow?" You paused. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call me at this time." 

"Well, I don't want to worry you. I want you to enjoy the rest of your time in Japan, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Grandma fell and is in the hospital. She broke her wrist and the doctors say her blood sugar was too low. They don't know what caused it yet, but they're going to monitor her for a few days." 

You nodded and already felt the tears forming in your eyes. Your grandmother was nearing ninety and you knew your time with her was limited, but she'd been the one to encourage you to stay in Korea and do what you wanted. She always knew and wanted what was best for you and you loved her more than anyone for it. 

"Okay," you said, your voice cracking. "Is there anything I can do?" 

"Call when you get back tomorrow. If she's feeling better, I'm sure she'd love to talk to you." 

"Of course. I'll call as soon as I'm back." You reached up and wiped the few tears that had managed to squeeze out. "Just keep me updated."

You heard a soft knock on the door as you hung up the door. You opened it and met with a soft-eyed Yoongi, his arms almost immediately coming to rest on your hips. 

"Everything okay?" 

"Uh. yeah," you said. "My grandma's in the hospital. It's not too concerning at the moment, I just, uh, get a bit emotional when it comes to her." 

He nodded and led you back to the bed. He didn't say anything else, just electing to keep one of his arms around your shoulders and turn the volume on the movie up. He handed you an unopened bag of cookies as if he knew it was exactly what you needed. 

---

A few days later

"So, how are things going?" the therapist asked, her notebook resting on her lap and her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose. 

"Uh, well, we get along better now. I-I think we understand each other better now. But, we've run into something a little more worrisome." 

"What's that?" 

"Well, we had a fight a while ago. I'm fairly close with his other members and one of them was trying to comfort me and when he touched me, I burned him." 

"Yeah, I also have a weird emotional attachment to her. Like, my emotions are tied to hers. If she's sad, then I feel overwhelmingly sad until she's happy again." 

You turned to Yoongi with your lips pursed in curiosity. "What?" 

"Oh, I thought you'd caught onto to that." 

You had noticed that Yoongi had seemed to understand you better recently. He was always there whenever your mood flatlined, you soon found Yoongi coming with a snack or a cup of tea. Sometimes he stuck around and sometimes he didn't, but he never failed to jumpstart your mood.

"Is this happening constantly or only after a conflict?" 

"I'm always tuned into her emotions. However, negative emotions always come through the strongest, whether caused by me or not." 

You felt him looking at you and it caused your cheeks to heat. "Oh, the burning happened twice. Once as we mentioned and the second time I burnt through another's T-shirt, but I didn't actually burn him." 

The therapist nodded and chewed on the end of her pen. "There aren't many precedents for these sorts of things, as you know, soulmates are rare. It's even rarer for a pair to decide they don't want to be together. The physical symptoms we've seen before were not that different from the ones you're exhibiting." She jotted down a few notes and flipped back to a previous page. "Now that you're exhibiting these symptoms though, it means that you've grown to the stage where we can begin to back off the connection.

"The only things you two need to do is to try and minimize the conflict between the two of you, continue resisting urges to the best of your ability, and we will be prescribing some medication. Since such a high profile soulmates case has come up, the interest in research recently has increased and so your medical treatment may change. So, you'll need to go in for a checkup in after about a week on the new medication."

"I have a quick question," Yoongi said. "My, uh, parents really want to meet Sumi. They know we're trying to break this and everything, but we have some time off and I was wondering if that would hurt things if she came with me to Daegu?"

The therapist shrugged. "I don't see why it would. It's perfectly fine for the two of you to act as friends and you have to stay together until the bond is completely severed. However, if something feels off during the visit, leave." 

You looked at Yoongi. He'd left you speechless for the second time during the appointment. He never brought up meeting his parents, only that they wanted to meet you. Your palms went clammy and you began to pick at the skin around your fingernails. You wished you'd brought your needles.

---

"You never mentioned actually meeting your parents," you said, carrying your prescription and ducking into the car before anyone could catch sight of you and Yoongi. 

"I didn't really think it was happening, but, I don't know. If we only have one soulmate, I want them to meet mine."

"Okay," you said. "I-uh-I just don't have much time to prepare." 

"What? Why would you need to prepare?"

"So they'll like me." 

"You don't need to worry about that, Sumi. They'll love you." 

---

Mom (3:45 am): Sumi!

You (3:47 am): Yes? Is everything all right?

Mom (3:49 am): Hey, isn't it early there? Shouldn't you be asleep?

You (3:50 am): It's all right. How's Grandma?

Mom (3:52 am): Oh, she's fine. She's getting discharged now. She's actually in fairly good spirits. You'll never guess what arrived this morning.

Sumi (3:53 am): What?

Mom (3:55 am):

Mom (3:55 am): From Min Yoongi. It made her so happy. Give him our thanks.

Update: I had my wisdom teeth out this weekend and I’ve just had a long week. I’ll have the next chapter of Sutures out sometime tomorrow.

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Sutures - Epilogue: Counter Shock

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of memory loss, mentions of alcohol

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Note: Thank you all for the amazing support and sorry this took so long. There is one more bonus part coming, but thank you so much for your kind words and sharing. Please feel free to let me know what you think 💜

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3 years later

NOW ARRIVING FLIGHT HK 361 FROM LOS ANGELES

"Sumi!" Eunji shouted from across the terminal. 

You weren't sure how she spotted you, especially since you were tired--your hair pulled into a messy ponytail and your hood pulled over your head. 

Her arms around you before you could pull your hands out of your pocket. You couldn't help the smile that crossed your face. Despite talking to her nearly every day, you still missed your friend. While you had friends in the US, none took the place of her. 

"Come on! We have to go out for real Korean food and you have to come see my new place!" She smiled, the first thing everyone noticed about her. She'd recently cut her hair in a bob, accentuating her toothy grin. 

"Real Korean? Oh, come on, Eunji," you said, laughing. "I have been craving buldak. It's never spicy enough in the US.

You headed away from the gate and picked your suitcase off the belt. Eunji's hand shot out as you set the wheels on the ground and extended the handle in a fluid motion. 

"What's that?"

Eunji already had her fingers around it the cookie shaped keychain attached to your suitcase. Her face was unreadable. Something felt off in the pit of your stomach, but you were just jetlagged. 

"Oh, isn't it cute? It was in the K-pop section and I don't even know who it's related to, but I couldn't just leave it." 

Eunji nodded, her face falling. "Yeah, it is cute." 

---

"You know the best way to combat jetlag?" Eunji asked, her eyebrows raising. 

"Hmm?"

"Alcohol and clubbing!" 

"Eunji, I'm tired. I just want to sleep." 

"Aww, okay, maybe later."

The Uber driver turned the volume up on the radio, seemingly annoyed with Eunji's words that bubbled like champagne. The song ended and another began. It sounded vaguely familiar, but you couldn't place it. 

"Hey, uh, can you switch the station?" Eunji asked. Her demeanor switched in an instant. Just seconds before she had slouched in her seat and scrolled through her phone. Now, she sat straight and her fingers curling around her phone.

"Wait, why?" you asked. "I like it. It's soothing." 

Eunji sat back in her seat. Her eyes looked you up and down as if you'd just fallen and hit your head. "Okay," she said. "We can listen to it." 

"Are you feeling all right?" you asked. "You're acting kinda weird."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just happy you're back is all." 

---

Two orders of buldak, rice, and kimchi were spread out in front of you and a historical drama played on TV. You didn't think your happiest night included anything else, but there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that told you differently.

"Eunji?"

"Yeah?" Her mouth was full of rice and kimchi and she didn't take her eyes off the screen, probably because Park Bo-gum's face was on it.

"What happened the day I left? You said you'd tell me one day." 

Eunji turned to meet your eyes, her dark ones becoming sad. "Sumi, I don't think it's a good idea. And, I don't think you'd believe me anyway."

The drama went to commercial and while your curiosity nagged at you, something pulled your attention to the TV. It was just a cellphone commercial, but your heart quickened at the idols on screen. You were aware enough to recognize the idol group, but something pulled at you. Like someone was pulling out long-forgotten stitches and re-opening a wound.

"The one with blue hair," you said. "He's kinda cute."

Eunji's chopsticks paused in midair, but after a few moments, she grabbed a piece of chicken. "Eh, I like the tall one." 

--- 

"Goose," Eunji said. She held her hand over her mouth and the phone to muffle the sound, hoping her friend couldn't hear her talking from the bathroom. "We have a problem." 

"Is Sumi okay? She was coming back to Korea, right?" Eunji heard doors shutting on the other end of the line, signaling that Namjoon was moving away from the other members. 

"Yeah, but she keeps...I don't know. She has a Shooky charm on her suitcase and any time your songs come on or you're on TV. She just changes. It's like she goes into a trance or just becomes really calm. It's weird." 

"Wait, they're all like coincidences, right? Like she just stumbles upon something or just gets something for no reason?" 

"Yes! Exactly like that!" Eunji clamped a hand over her mouth. 

"Yoongi is doing it too."

---

"I know it's here somewhere--" Yoongi said as he reached under his bed. He normally was a neat person, but moving dorms meant that things sometimes ended up dropped behind desks and under beds. "Ah, here." 

Yoongi stood up and pulled out a small stuffed cat from under his bed. He went to hand it to Namjoon, but his face twisted as he realized it wasn't the object he was looking for. 

"What's this?" he asked. "A fan must've given it to me--" 

Namjoon looked down at the stuffed cat and he felt a small pang in his chest. You'd been without it for this long, you might even miss it, but he knew there was no way he could return it--even with Eunji's help--that wouldn't possibly dredge up memories.

The doctors had told him to monitor Yoongi. Don't allow him to remember too quickly, maybe not at all. Eunji would do the same with you. Part of Namjoon wished that they would eventually remember, but then he knew what it would do to Yoongi to know that he lost his soulmate.

Yoongi went to toss the stuffed cat aside but paused. Instead, he set it gently on the bed, his eyes lingering on it for an extra moment.

"Hold on, the move has everything scattered." 

"It's okay, Yoongi. Just let me know if you find it later."

---

"Hey Yoongi," Namjoon said, knocking on the open studio door. "Almost done setting up?"

Yoongi gave his bandmate a small smile. "Yeah, got all the equipment set up. Just finishing up the extras."

Namjoon looked around at Yoongi's new studio. It looked nearly identical to his old studio other than it was larger and he had bought some black and white art for the walls. Namjoon's eyes wandered to the two large shelves on the opposite wall of the room full of mostly photos and trophies, but on one of the shelves sat Kitty. Her eye still drooped, but the black threads still held on.

"You put it on a shelf?" he asked, walking towards it and stroking Kitty's head. 

Yoongi shrugged. "I needed to fill the spot and an Army gave it to me, right?" The question floated in the air and Namjoon knew that Yoongi didn't expect an answer. 

Namjoon slowly studied Yoongi. Something changed every time he brought up Kitty. While Yoongi was normally calm, there was something else there. Sadness? Confusion? Frustration? Namjoon couldn't explain and he worried that it would eat Yoongi alive.

---

"Namjoon, what should we do? It's obvious something is happening. Do you think they'll remember? Is it dangerous?" 

"I'll talk to the doctors. It doesn't seem to be harming them right now, but we should keep a close eye on them." 

"Do you think they'll ever get their happy ending, Joon? It was so obvious that day at the hospital--"

Namjoon was silent on the other end of the line. "I hope so, Eunji. I hope so."

---

Normally, you wouldn't bother with the tourist spots of Seoul. But, there was something romantic about returning to Namsun Tower, single. Last time, you'd secured a lock with Minki, but he was long out of your mind. You heard he'd gone on to date an idol who quit the industry. 

The locks were normally cleared every couple years, so you doubted your and Minki's lock was still there. You'd become content with the idea that no love was eternal. You could lock locks onto a fence, wear promise rings, and vow to love each other forever, but it didn't mean a thing. 

The elevators opened and you got out and looked out over the city. It'd been years, but your feet seemed to remember the path you and Minki took. The two of you had wanted your lock to be as high up as possible so that it could overlook the city and where the two of you were within it. You'd passed the locks below the tower and come all the way to the top where there was limited space. 

You came to the short wall and near the top, the pale pink lock hung. Your initials were faded and it seemed impossible the lock was still there. You reached out and touched its smooth surface. 

Footsteps approached from beside you and you caught a figure out of your peripheral vision. Normally, someone so close to you would make you recoil backward, but something about him made you feel like he hadn't even noticed you. 

You turned to see a man wearing a black mask and beanie. Small tufts of blue hair stuck out around the edges and his eyes were trained down at the city. Something about him felt right.

"Look out!" someone shouted over the crowd. As you turned, someone barrelled into your shoulder and straight into the blue-haired guy. His coffee spilling down the front of you. 

His arm had come around your back and after the commotion passed, he helped you back to your feet, leaning you against the railing. 

"Are you okay?"

You looked up and met his eyes. Something clicked. Like gears in an old clock, a flat-lined heart monitor coming back to life, the intricate alignment of the planets themselves. 

"Do I know you?"

"I don't know. I think so." 

THE BEGINNING

Sutures - Chapter Seven: Knotted

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): eavesdropping, angst, Yoongi kinda being a dick but not too bad lol

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

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The warm water ran down your skin and onto the tiled floor of the shower. It was odd having a shower where you could stretch your arms out wide in, you were used to small showers that barely allowed you to shave your legs without hitting your head. But, the shower at the dorm was huge and you couldn't help, but stay in for much longer than was needed, allowing the water to massage your shoulders. 

After finding out that all of South Korea (and probably beyond) knew your name and thought you cheated on Minki, you'd curled up on the seat of the car. If you hadn't let Eunji drag you to the bar that night, none of this ever would've happened. You never would've met Yoongi. 

Your heart pained when the thought crossed your mind. Never meeting Yoongi. Despite the fact, he seemed to be more trouble than he was worth, there was part of your heart that didn't want to let go of him. And, it was the part you knew you needed to suppress. 

You heard a soft knock on the door, barely audible over the sound of the water. You knew it was him before he even spoke, you weren't sure if it was due to the soulmates thing or if your heart truly was betraying you because as soon as you heard his voice, all the stress you held in your chest released. 

"Sumi? Is it all right if I come in?"

"Yeah," you said. You weren't overly worried about Yoongi catching sight of your naked body. There was enough steam on the shower doors to disguise you, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before. 

"We can do my--uh--date once you get out," he said. "It's nothing much, but I hope it's okay. I brought you some clothes."

"Thanks." 

"Do you prefer coffee or tea?"

"Tea." 

"Okay, when you're done just come to my studio. I've left you a note with the code." 

---

You finished a few minutes later wrapping your hair up in a towel. You glanced down at the clothes he'd left for you, smiling when recognized them as pajamas with Shooky, his BT21 character on them. You smiled. 

You changed and braided your hair so that it would stay out of the way and would be easy to tend to the next morning before the flight to Japan. After washing your face, you reached into the pocket of the pajamas and pulled out the sticky note with the code to Yoongi's studio. 

Despite having been in his studio before, it felt odd entering the code yourself. You held your finger gingerly above the keypad and entered each number slowly, scared that if you messed up the code an alarm would go off. 

4...6...5...5...9...click!

The lock released and you heaved open the door surprised that it was so heavy. When you walked in, you found blankets on the couch and a laptop perched on the desk a couple feet from the desk. You smiled and sat down on the couch, crossing your legs, and pulling a blanket over yourself. 

Despite having been in the studio before, it seemed dirtier than before. Papers were scattered across his desk and a few coffee cups that escaped the trash. Ever since you had come together, it was obvious he wasn't getting as much work done, and that that was frustrating him. 

You also noticed the three framed photos near his main computer. One of him and the other members all wearing leis and posing in what you assumed as a Hawaiian airport. The other was of you presumed his family; his parents and what looked like an older brother. Yoongi was still a teenager in the picture and you couldn't help, but smile at how awkwardly adorable he looked with hair that stuck up and a face that wasn't quite adult yet. The third photo was that of a brown poodle puppy. 

You glanced down at the desk and noticed a photo peeking out from underneath a handful of papers. You pushed it aside and gasped when you saw that it was actually a print off of an email with a photo attachment. A photo of you and Yoongi from the alleyway. His arms around you and his mask down beneath his chin. From the angle, it looked as if he were kissing your forehead and you sighed, knowing Yoongi would probably not do such a thing in public, even if your relationship was completely real and straightforward. 

You noticed the email address came from the presumed photographer and your chest tied in knots as you hoped that meant Yoongi was trying to prevent the photo from being released. You heard the code being punched in and quickly shuffled the email back under papers and picked up the picture of Yoongi and his family and pretended to study it intensely. 

"Hey," he said, holding two mugs, making you curious as to how he opened the door in the first place. His eyes widened slightly when he saw you holding the framed photo. 

"Sorry," you said, placing the photo back on his desk. "Your family looks nice." 

Yoongi smiled. "They really want to meet you," he said. He handed you the hot mug of tea. "I didn't want to pressure you, especially since we're trying to sever this." 

"My parents have been the same," you said. "They're so happy about this whole soulmate thing. They didn't even care that you were an idol." 

"My parents were happy you were normal." 

You laughed. "Are we watching a movie?"

"Yeah," Yoongi said. "I have a couple things to finish up first if you don't mind. You can pick something while you wait, it should only be a few minutes." 

You nodded and started scrolling through Netflix on his laptop. You scrolled through the various offerings, unsure of Yoongi's preferences. Would it be inappropriate to watch something romance heavy? Would it make him uncomfortable? 

Yoongi seemed like the type of guy to like a classic gangster movie, but that wasn't something you were into. Although, you were fairly certain neither of you were huge fans of horror.

You eventually settled on a movie somewhere in the middle with a smattering of everything. A little action and a little romance, but not so unbearably cheesy that you wouldn't enjoy it. 

When you glanced up at Yoongi, he was seated at his desktop with headphones perched atop his gray hair. His head bounced slowly to a beat you couldn't hear and you could see bits of sounds and recordings that he was arranging on his screen. 

You took a sip of your tea and waited.

---

"Thanks for meeting up with me on such short notice," you said, adjusting the laptop screen so that there wasn't a glare on your face. "My schedule changed and I'm going to be out of the city for the next week." 

"It's not a problem," Jinwoo said, smiling, a pen in his hand and just the corner of his notebook visible. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you going?" 

"Japan," you said, not thinking much of your answer.

"Oh wait," Jinwoo said. "Jang Sumi? I think I saw you on a magazine cover? With Min Yoongi?" 

"Oh, uh, yeah," you said. "That's me." 

"So, you're his soulmate? How does that work?" 

"I don't really want to talk about this right now," you said. "Unless you can do it in English." You tried to lighten the mood, tried to make it sound like the fact your client knew what was happening in your personal life didn't make a rock sink low in your stomach.

Jinwoo laughed. "It's okay, I understand. I imagine it's hard having to uproot your life just because of your biological soulmate or whatever." 

You smiled, his flippant tone catching you off guard. "It would really help if he wasn't so busy. I can't blame the guy, he has a fantastic career, but it's hard on me." 

"You're still wearing his pajamas though."

"What?" 

"Shooky," he said. "Suga created that character." 

"Oh," you said. "He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." 

"Or, he likes you more than he lets on."

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Your lips tightened when you finished the sentence. You'd only talked to Jinwoo once before and your heart pounded as you realized what you'd just said. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to." 

"It's all right," he said. "I like to think we're friends, so it's okay."

---

Yoongi realized you were gone after almost two hours. He took off his headphones and glanced down at his watch and cursed. 

If it weren't for the crumpled blankets on the couch, he'd never know you'd ever been there. He knew he'd let you down, it was a simple movie, two hours at the most. He couldn't even spare two hours for you?

He exited his studio and headed down the hallway towards your room. He could hear your laugh, which made him smile. Thankful the hallway was abandoned, lest his smile due to your presence be discovered, he pressed his shoulder against your door frame. Your door was cracked and he could see you seated at your desk. He raised his hand to knock lightly on your door when he caught a look at your computer screen. 

It was another boy. He was young and Yoongi didn't like the way his eyes seemed to devour you, even through the screen. 

"He just gave them to me. Maybe he had an extra pair or something." You looked down at the pajamas you had on and ran your thumb over the collar.

He couldn't hear the boy's response, but your eyes widened and your shoulders tensed. 

"He really doesn't. We were supposed to have a date tonight, but he just kept working and forgot about it." Yoongi balled his fists. You were being reckless. It was obvious that you were uncomfortable with all the media attention, but you were doing nothing to help yourself. "Uh, sorry, you're just easy to talk to."  

Yoongi left your doorway and rambled back down the hallway.

---

"Hey Jiminie, can you pass me the other end?" 

Jimin sat on the opposite of the couch in the living room. He was in the middle of slurping up noodles, but quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks to hand you the end of the scarf. 

"Jiminie? I'm older than you, right?"

"Oh, I guess you are," you said. "But, you're so cute, it's easy to forget. You don't mind, do you?" A smirk broke out on your lips. 

"No, I like it actually." 

Jimin had just picked up his bowl of ramen when Yoongi came into the room. You could practically feel the anger rolling off him in waves. 

"Sumi," he said. "We need to talk?"

You looked up at him, your eyes large and confused. "About what?" 

Jimin had taken an interest, obviously noticing the older boy's anger. He sat down his ramen and scooted closer to you. "Yoongi, what's wrong?"

Jimin's question only annoyed him more. His body stiffened and his eyes looked nearly black. 

"What's wrong? She's so worried about her image and all the publicity, but yet is telling one of her clients all about us."

"Were you spying on me?"

"I came looking for you after--"

You looked up at him, your arms crossed. "I never would've left if--"

"That's not the point!" Yoongi's voice raised slightly. Although, he wasn't yelling. He didn't seem like to yell when he got angry, rather he sizzled in the heat until he popped like a popcorn kernel. "You can't just tell someone like him! You have no idea who this guy is! What if he goes to the press? We'd have another Minki on our hands! Are you stupid?"

Tears pricked at your vision and you felt Jimin's hand on your wrist, but it left as soon as you moved to rub your eyes. 

"Yoongi, calm down. She's not used to all this. She just made a mistake." 

"I didn't go on that date to watch you work, Yoongi. I'm sorry if I got frustrated and vented to someone who listened. But, this never would've happened if you would've just watched the movie. We were supposed to get to know each other." 

"I guess you know who I am now." 

---

"I'm sorry, Sumi," Jimin said, following you into your room and plopping beside you on your bed. "Yoongi sometimes gets like this. I promise he'll get over it in a couple days." 

"I really don't want to go to Japan, Jimin. I don't want to be around him." Your face fell into your hands. "But, I have to." 

"Shh, Sumi. It'll be okay. Just try to get some sleep. I'll stay with you if you want." 

You shook your head. "No," you said. "Thank you though. It just doesn't feel right." 

He nodded, seeming to understand and left you alone. 

You laid down and pulled the covers to your chin. You hated to turn Jimin away. The last thing you wanted was to be alone, but ever since that night with Yoongi, only his arms made you feel safe. 

You silently cursed and pulled Kitty to your chest.

---

Jimin shut your door quietly and shook his head. He hated to see you and Yoongi fight. From the day he met you, he could tell there something odd about your dynamic. The quiet understanding of each other, but yet the fierce opposition.

He passed by Yoongi's studio, the light on. Jimin knew Yoongi would probably spend the rest of the night there, not wanting to step foot in the hallway due to the fear of facing you again. 

Jimin smiled as he remembered your ragged stuffed cat. He'd done just as you had asked and placed Kitty in the donation pile. It was only later when making another trek into the living room to place more into boxes that he noticed Yoongi slipping the stuffed cat into his bag. 

He hadn't said anything then, but the morning you asked him if he was the one who'd saved the hapless creature, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at the true savior who hid his smile behind sips of morning coffee.

Amadeus Teaser 2

Genre: Werewolf AU, slight Fantasy AU, Musician!Reader

Pairing: Bang Chan/Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: violence, gore, weapon usage, potential smut later on (individual chapters will continue warnings)

Synopsis: Chan belongs to the Order of Amadeus who work to keep the kingdom safe from the lycanthropy plague spreading among the populace. You can only hunt so long before you become what you hunt.

Y/N is a violinist in a traveling music troupe-one of the few left in the kingdom. One morning when she is practicing in the woods, a man emerges from among the trees and changes her life forever.

Down a member, the Order of Amadeus continues their mission to end the lycanthropy plague, but their missing member remains in the back of their mind as they narrow in on the worst wolf of them all.

There was nothing you loved more than a foggy, misty morning on the edge of the forest. The dew kissed your skin as you left your tent with your violin case slung across your body. It was made of fine brown leather, a gift from your adoptive family for your birthday earlier in the year.

The violin itself had been your grandmother’s and thus was made of an antiquated willow wood that was rarely found in modern violins. However, your troupe liked the older, deeper sound provided by your violin, becoming a mainstay of their sound.

You walked lightly to prevent waking anyone in your troupe, especially Anton. He had become your de facto older brother since you joined the troupe. He did not like your morning trips into the woods to practice saying that you would one day come face to face with a wolf. Yet, in your two years traveling with troupe, never had seen the glowing, yellow eyes of a wolf up close.

Whenever you and the troupe camped near the woods, you often heard their howls and barks in the distance. Sometimes, it would send shivers down your spine, but then you would glance at the shotgun outside each tent and feel a bit safer. Never had anyone needed to use one but as one of the few traveling music troupes in the realm, you all had to take precautions.

Reaching a lone black poplar tree near a quick running brook, you slung the case over your body and undid the clasps to bring out your violin. It was stained a red-brown which everyone likened to your hair. When your grandmother gave you her old violin, it seemed like it was an indication you were meant to have it.

Placing the instrument between your chin and shoulder, the leather of the chin rest having worn a lighter color where your skin so frequently touched it. Bringing the bow to the strings you began to play. You were not playing any tune, in particular, preferring to let the light pressure of your wrist guide you.

The tune turned somber as it so often did. Unless following the notes laid out on paper, it seemed impossible for you to play a happy song since an avalanche destroyed your village. You still do not know how you ended up at the lodge at the bottom of the valley where the avalanche did not reach. Yet, you’d woken up on soft linen sheets with your violin case laid next to you. The sheets caressed it just as it gently wrapped around your bruised body.

At the lodge, you’d taken to entertaining the guests by the shores of the lake and sometimes in the late evening in the lounge. When the troupe stopped in the nearby village, Anton heard you playing by the lake one day. After an impromptu audition, he asked you to join the musical troupe because their strings section lacked and use the unique sound of your willow violin.

You were thankful to have found a family after losing your own. Still, it was in these early mornings that you became pleasantly somber. Watching the sturdy winter tadpoles practice swimming against the current, you heard a sound among the trees. The bow ceased its fluid movements as you looked around, not catching sight of any glowing eyes or bared teeth.

It was early, but well past dawn. You would never venture into the woods in the dark. Though, you had heard rumors of eternal wolves–werewolves that never left their wolf form–daytime wolf attacks were rare. It was more likely to be a hare or deer whom you often see eating their breakfast during your practice sessions.

The bow glided over the strings again. The music floated high into the trees almost blending in with the sharp breeze as if it belonged there. You hummed along with the tune absentmindedly, your feet soon joining in to slowly move to the sorrowful melody. This was your favorite part of playing, the way it made you feel like you were lifted high in the air.

A growl sounded in dissonance to the violin.