Sutures - Chapter Eleven: Right Place

Sutures - Chapter Eleven: Right Place

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

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): mentions of anxiety (sort of), exes who won’t leave you alone, family hospitalization, mentions of death

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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You swung your legs towards the seat across from you, but they were just barely too short and they fell straight back down which caused Yoongi to chuckle. He sat diagonally from you with his feet resting on the seat beside you. He wore headphones and had his laptop in front of him. You hadn't even realized he was paying attention to you. 

You held your knitting needles and your creation was nearly done. Yoongi had told you about his family dog--Holly--and you remembered seeing his picture in Yoongi's studio. You were knitting a small scarf that would tuck easily around his collar. You wished you had more time to make him something like a jacket, but Yoongi had sprung the trip on you, planning and taking on a large project like that took weeks to complete. 

The scenery on the train flew by so quickly you could hardly make it out and it made your head spin if you tried for more than a few seconds.

"You seem quiet," Yoongi said. He hadn't taken his headphones off and you laughed at the thought that he simply had them in as a habit.

"You were working. I didn't want to disturb you."

Yoongi shrugged and lowered his laptop screen and allowed his headphones to fall around his neck. "You seem nervous." His gaze lowered down to your fingers that continued knitting as you spoke and looked into his eyes. You hadn't even noticed the way your fingers continued the pattern. 

"I mean, I want to make a good impression on your family. I know we're not really together or anything, but I'm your soulmate and if they don't like me--"

"Exactly, you're my soulmate," Yoongi said. "Finding each other was less than one in a million. Almost less than one in a billion. And, don't they say that soulmates are often not just compatible with the person, but their family as well?" 

"That's been the case so far," you said, remembering reading the Wikipedia article on the handful of other soulmate couples. "But, soulmate science is new and imprecise. And, I imagine for those who are different from their families or don't have good relationships with them, that can't always be true."

"I have a feeling they will like you," Yoongi said. "You don't have to worry."

You didn't get a chance to respond as the train lurched to a stop and announced its arrival in Daegu. The doors opened and you stood up. You and Yoongi had had the train car to yourselves, so you were able to stand up and grab your suitcase immediately. 

"Are the press gonna be here?" 

"I don't know," Yoongi said. "We didn't officially announce this trip, but I wouldn't be surprised if someone is following us."

You nodded. It was becoming familiar to see camera flashes and your face used as a cover photo. The thought of growing used to it sent a shiver down your spine as you extended the handle on your suitcase.

Yoongi stood beside you and your eyes met briefly causing his lips to turn upwards in a small smile. He reached up and pulled the mask you'd forgotten was looped around your ears and hanging around your chin up over your lips and nose. 

"Just in case," he said.

---

You hadn't seen a single camera as you neared Yoongi's parent's place. You weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. Just because you couldn't see the cameras, didn't mean that they weren't there. You half expected to see a picture of you and Yoongi getting off the train in Daegu pop up in your newsfeed. 

"We're here," Yoongi said. The car stopped and Yoongi was immediately out and walking around to open your door. You stepped out and gripped the handle of your suitcase, the bones of your knuckles feeling like they were about to burst through your skin. 

Yoongi walked slightly in front of you and opened the door. The first thing you heard was a high-pitched barking and before you could catch sight of Holly, the brown full-sized poodle was jumping up on you in greeting.

"You must Holly," you said, crouching down and allowing the dog to rest its front half on your lap. "I've heard a lot about you." 

"Ah, I'm right here." Yoongi's face contorted into a look of simultaneous amusement and jealousy. 

You laughed as you ruffled the dog's ears and crouched down so he could lick your chin. "Oh, you're so sweet." You reached into your purse and pulled out the scarf you finished on the train ride and carefully tied it around his neck. 

"Oh!" you heard someone exclaim from the other end of the room. "I wasn't expecting you two for another hour. Dinner isn't done yet." 

"It's fine. We have to get settled anyway." 

Yoongi's mother's eyes widened as she met yours. It was as if she had just noticed you. She stood just a few inches shorter than Yoongi and you could see they shared many features. From the slope of the nose to the way her eyes seemed to narrow in on you, the same way Yoongi's did in certain moments.

"You must be Sumi," she said. "It's so nice to finally meet you." 

She reached out and pulled you into a hug. You tensed as she wrapped her arms around you. From everything Yoongi told you about his family, they were not outwardly affectionate people and so you had expected at most a firm handshake. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just feel like you're part of the family already." She glanced over at Yoongi and back at you. "I haven't seen Yoongi this happy for a long time." 

"Oh," was all you could get out. Yoongi had told them you were trying to sever the relationship, right?

---

Yoongi met his mother's gaze. Her eyebrow slightly arched, a look Yoongi had seen many times. Holly broke the silence with a bark signaling for you to reach down and pet him again. You crouched down so your face was level with his and allowed him to lick your chin. 

Yoongi couldn't help but smile as he watched you. Your hair was ruffled from the train ride and he noticed the way your shaking hands calmed as they ran through Holly's fur. He crouched down next to you and met your eyes, a small smile simultaneously appeared on both your faces. 

"I've never seen him warm up to someone so quickly," Yoongi said, ruffling the dog's ears.

"I guess he just likes me." 

"Yeah," Yoongi said, his voice an octave quieter. "I guess he does."

Yoongi's phone buzzes in his pocket. His hand reaches for it, but he doesn't want to leave this moment. It wasn't like he was reliant on his phone, but with an upcoming album and the other members working on it in his absence, he couldn't ignore it.

Jihee's name appeared on his screen and his widened. He hadn't blocked her number purely because the texts after the break up stopped and with the whole soulmates thing, he'd honestly forgotten.

Yoongi opened the text and found a screenshot from Instagram where she'd posted a picture of herself laying on a bed with her legs straight up in the air. It wasn't the familiar slope of her calves or the arch of her back that caught his eye, but rather the black pumps she wore. 

He recognized them instantly as the ones you'd worn and abandoned the night he'd met you and the ones you'd failed to get back from Minki. Yoongi had no idea how Jihee got a hold of them, or how she even knew their significance. 

He screenshot the text and emailed it off to the legal team at BigHit. He knew the post would probably gain some attention, but he trusted it would be seen for what it was, an attempt to seek attention. 

Blocking her number, he slid the phone back into his pocket. Yoongi knew he should tell you, but watching the way you adjusted the scarf around Holly's neck, he decided he'd tell you later.

---

Yoongi was starving and watched as each dish was placed on the table. His parents had made a bit of everything and as soon as everything was set he quickly reached for braised pork and his mom's homemade kimchi. 

You grabbed a bit of everything and mixed it together with your rice. Yoongi reached out and grabbed a few more pieces of meat and set them in your bowl. 

"You didn't eat much this morning." 

Your eyes widened and Yoongi thought he caught your lips curl into an embarrassed smile.

"Sumi," Yoongi's mother said. "I'm so happy you came into Yoongi's life. We were getting a bit worried Yoongi would never find someone who made him truly happy." She glanced over at Yoongi's father. "Even in his past relationships, I never saw Yoongi like this." 

Yoongi felt the heat rush to his ears and his feet fidgeted under the table.

You--despite Yoongi seeing the way you fiddled with your chopsticks indicating your nerves--smiled. "Well, I didn't really have a choice." You laugh, which normally made Yoongi's heart jump, this time made it fall. 

While it was entirely true that you and Yoongi hadn't a choice in getting to know each other, there was a part of Yoongi that didn't want this to end. He wanted to see you play with Holly, see your hair splayed over your face in the morning, and your small smile when he gave you more meat. 

"I am happy I met Yoongi though," you said. "Even if we can't spend the rest of our lives together and this is all some weird biological thing, these past few weeks getting to know Yoongi have convinced me that we are truly soulmates. I don't think soulmates always have to be romantic or end up together, we just get each other."

The table fell silent. But, it was content and for the remainder of the meal, the only sounds heard were light conversations and the sounds of eating. Yoongi couldn't help the swelling feeling he felt in his chest. He worried he would suddenly float off the seat like a balloon if he didn't try to stifle it.

You set down your chopsticks. "Thank you for the meal. I'll clean up my things and head to bed." 

"Oh, no need to clean up. You're our guest. Yoongi, why don't you show her to your old room? I'll set you up a bed on the couch." 

"Ah, mom, we're soulmates. Is that really necessary?"

"Yes," his mom said. "Maybe the poor girl wants a break from you." 

His mom's quip made you laugh and he let out a sigh. "All right," he said. "Come on." 

---

Yoongi led you to his childhood bedroom. When he opened the door, you were met with Epik High posters and notebooks lining the shelves of his bookshelf. You smiled at how distinctly Yoongi it felt. While it obvious his room hadn't changed much from when he first left home, you could still see hints of the man Yoongi would become. From the basketball trophies to the books about music production. 

"Hey, I need to talk to you about something." 

Yoongi's demeanor changed as he closed the door. "I got a text from Jihee earlier. She somehow got ahold of your shoes and posted with them. I sent everything to the company and I'm sure they will take care of it. I just wanted to warn you in case this blows up--" 

"I trust you, Yoongi," you interrupted. "They've already said everything they could. It can't get worse than it already is and I know you'll do your best to take care of it."

You flopped down onto the bed and patted the bed beside you. Yoongi laid beside you. Your bodies were centimeters apart, but you didn't touch. 

"Your parents didn't like Jihee, did they?" 

Yoongi shook his head. "No," he said. "They tolerated her because I liked her, but they said they never pictured her as part of the family." 

"Mine never liked Minki either." You were silent for a moment. "Maybe they knew somehow." 

"Maybe," Yoongi said, his fingers brushing against yours. You turned and noticed he was still looking up at the ceiling, seemingly not noticing how his hand wandered to find yours. You wondered if it was a side effect of being soulmates. Your hands would always find each other.

The moment was severed when your phone rang. It was your mom and your stomach turned as you realized it was 5 am there. 

"Hello?" You didn't care that Yoongi was in the room anymore. In fact, something kept you clinging to his hand. 

"Sumi? You need to get here. Grandma's in the hospital and they don't think she has much time left. We're gonna leave her on life support until you get here because we know she would want you here. I don't know if it's possible without risking your own health and Grandma will understand--" 

"No, I'm coming. I'll find a way. Give me a couple days. I'll be there, okay?" Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears and after you said your goodbyes, they rushed out. You weren't cognizant, but when you opened your eyes, you were folded into Yoongi's chest. 

"Did you hear everything?" 

Yoongi nodded. "I've already called a car to take us back. We'll be back in Seoul in a few hours." 

"Yoongi, what are we going to do? You have a comeback soon. You can't just come with me to California." 

"Shh, we'll figure it out. Just get your things together, okay?" 

You nodded and got off the bed to collect your things. "Yoongi," your voice was still hoarse and barely there. "Thank you."

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

Me: literally just wants to show them my cat

jungkook teaching us a new way how to flirt 😆(trans. cr. btsinthemoment)

Amadeus | b.ch Masterlist

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.

*Inspired by Wolfgang by Stray Kids

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Chapter One: The Plague

Chapter Two: The Elite Eight

Chapter Three: The Violinist

Chapter Four: The Seven

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