Don't Tell Me What You See || 11

Don't Tell Me What You See || 11

Ok

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: ooooo, looky who we found.... I say as a distraction.

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You had ordered yourself a pizza and grabbed snacks on your way home, you mentally prepared yourself to see Jimin again on screen.

You had promised the boys to watch them at the live festival and you did. Cheering them on as if you were right there in the audience, as if they can see you.

You hadn’t seen them since Jimin released his MV, and you were kind of appreciative of the time apart. You didn’t have to struggle to work through the frost of being around him, hearing his sweet words laced with poison.

It had given you time away, you didn’t have to think about it. There was no pain those few days, no unbearable cold. Just a numb chill and you honestly didn’t mind anymore.

But just as you were cleaning up your living room from all the leftovers at around 11pm, the worst pain you had ever experienced racked through your body. The pain was unrelenting, stabbing ice, like you were being sliced apart. Bones shattering from freezing.

Falling to your knees a glacial wave of paralyzing agony rolls over you. You begin to choke as a scream attempts to escape your throat.

You can’t think straight. The stabbing, ripping feeling subsides slowly, but the cold….the cold is relentless, you feel like you’re drowning in it.

All you can think of is warmth. How to get warm. You don’t understand what’s happening to you, why is this happening to you. What is happening with your soulmate, is he ok?

Warm. warm. Warm. warm. Warm.

And then you see it, sitting on your kitchen counter, warmth.

You drag yourself over to the kitchen, pulling yourself up the barstool. Your legs still fighting against you. And you reach for it, the expensive bottle of whiskey Yoongi had brought over to your place. Cups are unnecessary, you pull the bottle to the floor with you, fling the lid off and bring the liquid to your lips.

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The music festival went off without a hitch. The boys performed well and received a lot of praise from their fellow peers.

Taehyung, Yoongi and Jin had come home soon after the event, the others stayed to socialize at the mini after party the tv company hosted.

Taehyung was currently seated on the couch flipping through channels, Yoongi had disappeared into his room and Jin was making a snack in the kitchen when the others arrived home.

Peering over the back of the couch as they came in to greet them he noticed one of them was missing.

“Hyung, where’s Jimin?” Confusion and concern laced in Taehyung's voice. “Did he not come back with you?”

“He went home with one of the girls from the venue.” Hoseok replies nonchalantly, walking past the couch towards his and Jimins room.

“He what?!” Taehyung jumps straight in his seat. Eye’s frantic, they meet Yoongi’s, who is making his way out of his room when he hears the others arrive.

“He was hitting it off with one of the girls that we met so he decided to go back to her hotel with her.” Namjoon shrugged, stealing a handful of popcorn Jin had made.

Taehyung and Yoongi exchange worried looks, terrified of what this meant for you.

“I really don’t understand why he does that, he knows he has a soulmate” Jin scoffs.

“Uh, Tae, remember that track you were helping me with? I just got a really good idea for it but I didn’t bring my equipment to the dorms.” Yoongi quickly remarks as he makes his presence known by walking fully into the living room. “You up for hitting the studio?”

“Yea, absolutely. Let’s go right now before you forget it.” Taehyung scrambles off of the couch and grabs his things.

They both give a goodnight over their shoulders as they head to the front door of their dorm. One slings his coat over his shoulders as the other puts his shoes on.

They have no idea what state they are going to find you in. Jimin going home with someone? They hope you were ok...ok? They hope you are alive. Sheer panic seeps through them both, hoping to get to you before they both lose their wits.

Once they were outside the dorm building, Taehyung finally spoke again.

“Please tell me we’re going to her.”

“We need to move quickly” Was all the older said.

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Tipping the bottle again, only this time no precious liquid graces your lips. You were feeling warm, still in pain. But not as debilitating as before. Being out of alcohol however was not an option. You needed more. Now.

Standing on shaky legs, you grab your phone and wallet. In your haze, you take your wallet back out of your pocket, pull out your bank card and slide it into your phone case. Throwing your wallet over your shoulder, you wobble to your door and put on some sneakers. Not even being able to think about a jacket or anything else, you leave your apartment.

You are too tipsy to rationalize what you are doing, all you know is that the alcohol made you warm. It was a fake warm, but it was a warmth you needed.

Trudging through the lobby, you can feel the frigid madness following you. It was so close, if you weren’t so drunk right now, you’d say it was pushing you out into the warm air. The warm air you can only wish to feel again.

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*BANG BANG BANG*

“Firefly! Are you in there?” Taehyung yells at your apartment door. “Please open up!”

Yoongi paces behind him, phone to his ear.

“She’s not picking up!” His voice is almost in full blown hysteria. “Just open the door!”

Listening to his elders command, Taehyung punches in your passcode. Both men burst through the door into your apartment, running rampant they search every room calling out your name. Yoongi notices the fallen pizza box, the thrown wallet and the empty whiskey bottle.

“Hyung, what are we going to do?!” Taehyung’s pacing now, hands constantly running through his hair.

“We’re going to find her Tae.” Yoongi reassures the younger….or maybe himself? He’s not sure. “We are going to find her.”

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Tripping over your own feet, you land on your hands and knees. Shuffling onto your butt, you take a look at the damage. There’s a rip in your jeans, but no blood.Compared to the overwhelming pain and chill from your soul mirror breaking, even without the alcohol, you don’t think it would be noticable.

Another wave of pain shoots through your body, forcing you back. You caught yourself, the pain was getting worse. You swear you can almost see your breath as it collides with the warm air.

You let out a pained chuckle. You need more alcohol. You’re not drunk enough, you need to feel numb, if physical warmth was all you are going to get, then you were going to take it.

Your eyes swim in a sea of dizziness. With trembling hands you pull out your phone from your back pocket. Forcing the bile climbing up your throat back down, you punch in the number you have etched in your heart.

You sit there on the steps, next to the river, staring up into the sky, waiting for the phone to connect. It barely rings once, before a panicked voice fights through your fog.

“Firefly!! Where are you?!” The desperation in his voice is evident.

He waits for your reply, but you are stuck in a memory from months ago.

“Do you remember that light festival we found while walking next to the river?” A hiccup escapes you.

“Of course I do Firefly.” He recalls. “Yoongi-hyung got so mad at you because you kept wandering away. He made you hold one of our hands for the rest of the night.”

A small laugh slips from your lips.

“It was prettier with the lights.”

“Firefly, are you-”

“I’m not OK.” You mumble feebly, cutting him off. Finally admitting to yourself as much as to him.

You lower your gaze down when you hear a group of girls walking past you and towards one of the opposite streets. They were wearing clubbing outfits for sure, skin and clothing splattered with glitter and paint. Your legs force you to stand, not wanting to think anymore you go to follow them.

You hear Taehyung talking, but you make no attempt at answering. You need to know where they're going. You watch them walk up to a bouncer at a club, talk to him and head in. You can hear the music through your deafened ears. You need to go in.

Finally you respond to Taehyung's frantic words.

“Tonight,” You breathe. “I’m going to have fun.”

You hang up the phone, unaware that he can hear the music and he’s connecting the dots.

Blinded to your surroundings you walk towards the door, attempting to pass the bouncer. He steps in front of you, blocking your way.

He mumbles something you don’t quite catch. You steady yourself, ready to fight your way in.

“I need to see your I.D ma’am.” He speaks again, you glare at him knowing full well you left that in the apartment.

“Look, there’s no way I look underage.” You huff, crossing your arms.

“All the same ma’am, I need to see your I.D to let you in.” He sighs sympathetically, attempting to usher you to the side.

In doing so you lose your footing...again, but this time arms catch you. You don’t bother looking up.

“Don’t worry, Joo Hwan. She’s with me.” A female voice replies.

“Oh, Mi young. I didn’t know you were coming in tonight.” He chirps politely.

“I’m not, just picking up a friend from inside.” The voice responds happily. You straighten up and look at the woman who saved you from the pavement.

All you can see is her side profile from this angle, but you can easily tell. She’s beautiful. Long, shiny dark hair tumbles down her shoulders. Slender frame, but still reaching around 5’ 5”. She’s more cute than sexy. She almost looks like she doesn’t belong here, but her stance and the air around her is telling you the opposite.

She leans back to grab your hand, pulling you with her into the club. You can’t help but stare at her. What is this feeling, this is something you’ve never felt before. She seems almost familiar, but you can’t put your finger on why.

She pulls you over towards the bar, her eyes searching for her friend. When she sees her, she begins to wave her arm, catching their attention. Then she turns around to you.

You make eye contact and the realization slams into you.

“Why is-” She gasps, hand covering her mouth she lets go of your hand.

“Twinflame.” Is all you say. This beautiful woman standing in front of you is your twinflames soulmate.

Her friend crashes into her from behind. Clinging and slurring, they whine about wanting to go home.

She shushes her friend and turns her attention back to you. You quickly pull out your phone and hand it to her. Without so much as a second thought, she takes your phone and adds her phone number.

“Y/N” You say taking your phone back.

“Mi Young.” She replies. Her friend nudges her towards the door to leave. Giving you a soft smile she makes her way out of the club.

Pain once again ripples through your body, this time worse. You brace yourself against the bar, it almost feels like you’re being ripped apart. The alcohol is wearing off, you need more. A lot more.

You manage to flag down one of the bartenders and order the strongest shot they had.

Muse || Cry About It Later

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Don't Tell What You See || 12

Cry About It Later

Warnings: Angst, alcohol consumption and idk even know what to call it

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: Well...somehow that scene turned out less then I planned and more in a completely different direction. BUT OH WELL, I'M KEEPING IT.

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You can feel the vibrations from the music through your feet. You shoot back another shot. You can’t tell if the cold and pain have subsided because of the alcohol you're swimming in or that it has stopped on its own. Whichever the case, it doesn't matter anymore. Because it’s working.

Leaning back against the bar, your eyes scan the crowd. Thankfully no one has come up to try to talk to you, leaving you in your own misery.

The sea of dancing people catch your eye. Watching body’s plastered together moving in time to the deafeningly loud music. The lights, the silhouettes, the heat coming from the dance floor, it's all mesmerizing.

Moving towards the mass as if someone else is moving for you, completely stuck in a trance you push your way into the crowd. Dodging and squeezing your way into the crowd, you stop and look up at the lights. There’s glittering falling from the ceiling, lights are reflecting off them, shimmering. You reach your hand up to catch some drifting slowly down. You stare at them in your palm and smile. The music is becoming clearer, the cotton removed from your ears.

You start to sway with the music, adrenaline thumping through you as you let the beat take over. The people around you are faceless, the dim lights making it easier to block them out.

All that matters is you, the music and the golden glitter in the air.

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Taehyung rushed into the bar, the older close behind him. Briefly halting at the bar, their eyes search for you. Becoming even more unstable as they can’t find you. Chests breathing heavy from the sprint out of the car to this club.

You’d given them enough hints, the light festival was the biggest hint and there was only one club close enough to the riverside that you could have stumbled your way to.

“There Tae, she’s there!” Yoongi grabs Taehyung's shoulder and points to the sea of people dancing. They have parted just enough for the two boys to see you dancing amongst the crowd.

Taehyung starts to stomp his way over to you, when Yoongi pulls him back.

“What are you doing?” The younger demands angrily.

“I don’t think being mad at her is gonna help anything.” The older contemplates, looking back over to you. For the first time since this whole ordeal, your body looks relaxed, like you’ve stopped plaguing yourself with thoughts of the soul bond.

“Then what?” Taehyung deflates, following Yoongi's gaze. You're smiling at the glitter floating around you, if he wasn’t sober he’d think you looked celestial.

“Whatever she’s feeling, she needs to feel it.” He explains calmly. “So we let her feel it, but we are just here to catch her.”

Taehyung nods. He can’t force you home, he knows that. But he can’t let you go through this alone. He looks at Yoongi and smiles.

“We need to let her know she’s not alone.”

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Still hypnotized by the music, you close your eyes so you can truly lose yourself.

Warm hands slowly make their way onto your hips, a smile creeps across your face. They’re not as blistering as Jimins, and not as hot as Taehyung, but they’re warm. You know this warmth. One hand remains on your right hip, the other snaking around to your lower stomach. The wall of warmth behind you presses into your back and begins to sway slowly with you, no longer keeping up with the music. A hand lifts up your chin, this one is hotter, your smile widens. You’d know this heat anywhere. Upon contact your eyes flutter open, your twinflames face blocking your view from everything else. He smiles back at you.

Leaning your head against the shoulder behind you, you smile up at Yoongi. As a smile sweeps across his face, your pace begins to speed up in time with the music. Both males match your movements. The two men sandwiching you in heat, the alcohol running in your system and the glitter dusting the air around you, for the first time since before your brother died, you didn’t feel alone.

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Sitting up abruptly, leaning over the side of the bed you throw up into the bowl that was placed there for you…again. Never again are you drinking that much alcohol. You have been throwing up for the last 2 hours.

After emptying the contents of your stomach once again, you sit there for a moment replaying last night's events. You remember Tae and Yoongi joining you to dance, but that’s the only solid memory you have. After that only bits and pieces have chosen to stick around. Like how the two boys brought you home, and you refused to let go of either of their hands. Fear of being cold again or being alone and in pain you had asked them to stay.

Looking around your bedroom, you don’t see a trace of either boy being there. Maybe they left after you passed out?

“Oh good, you're awake!” Taehyung said cheerfully, breaking you out of your thoughts. He walks over to you handing you a glass of water and pills before sitting next to you. “For your head and stomach. We ordered food as well, it should be here soon.”

You smile gratefully at him before chucking back the pills and most of the water.

“I’m really sorry.” You mumble down into the glass now in your lap.

“No.” Your twinflame refusing to have any pity party’s for you. “I’m glad we could help and be there for you.”

You look at him with complete adoration in your eyes, then look over to the older, who is leaning against your door frame. Shock hits you when you remember they had just finished the festival last night.

“Oh my god-“ cover your mouth with the hand that isn’t holding the glass. “The show! You guys must be exhausted! Do the others know you ran off? What if they realize you're not there? What happened to me last night? Is Jimin ok?”

You couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth. All concerns are now out in the open.

“We got enough sleep after bringing you back.” Yoongi begins to answer all your questions. “Yes they know we’re not there. I told them we stayed the night here.”

Taehyung looks at his hyung quizzically, making the older smirk in response. An unsaid understanding crosses between them. You frown, how come you don’t get it?

“Uh firefly,” Tae pets your hair and brings your attention back to him. “We’re not sure what exactly happened last night but …… Jimin he uh…”

You feel the bed dip on the other side of you, yoongi mirroring Taehyung's position. Yoongi intertwined his fingers through yours and you looked at him.

“Jimin didn’t come home with the rest of us last night.” Yoongi said unsure whether he should rip the bandaid off or ease you in gently. “He went with a girl from the venue.”

You heard Yoongi. Jimin went back with someone. You stare at your bathroom door across the room.

You want to laugh. That was what that pain was? Memories of the pain that had driven you to drink resurface in your mind. That was because he went home with someone? You had to go through all that because he wanted to seek out pleasure.

If only the two boys next to you knew how hard you were trying not to laugh. You were in pain alone because Jimin wasn’t alone? This was cruel. But even though you should be pissed, tearing to shout at your soulmate for being careless and selfish and pathetic to seek out someone who wasn’t you. You can't find the anger.

The scarce reality of the voice plaguing your mind tells you only one thing.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

You.

Will.

Always.

Be.

Alone.

You are destined to be alone because your soulmate doesn’t want you. He’d rather be in the company of someone that isn’t you.

Fighting back with the last bit of sanity you had. You force your rising hysteria down.

“Oh” is all you can manage.

The boys share a look behind your back before continuing.

“You have to tell him-… or maybe it’s time for the bond to be officially rejected.” Yoongi gives the only two options that he and Tae could come up with.

“I know this is hard for you, but I think you have to make a decision.” Your twinflames rubs circles into your back.

“I know.” Your voice comes out raw and hoarse.

Ok || About Time

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Don't Tell Me What You See || 13

About Time

Warnings: ANGST

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: It's about time we did some talking.

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“Tae!” Your voice laced with urgency rang across the phone.

“What’s wrong Firefly?!” Panic instantly rising in his.

“Something happened. I need you.” You replied nervously.

“Where are you?”

“Remember that club you and Yoongi found me in?” You question, keeping your voice an octave higher than usual.

“Yes, I’m on my way!” You can already hear him breathing heavily as his pace picks up.

“Quickly!” You beg before hanging up. A smirk plays on your lips as you place your phone back into your back pocket and turn around.

“You ready?” You ask the person in front of you, as you slide back into the booth.

“As I’ll ever be.” Mi Young sighs.

It had been a couple days since Jimin was with someone. You had time to digest exactly what happened, but something still nagged at you. But for now you had pushed it aside to focus on something you deemed even more important.

You contacted Mi Young the day after, instantly having a connection with your twinflames soulmate you knew you couldn’t wait for them to meet. She was a strong willed, dependable, caring individual who loved to shower her friends with affection. But of course she was not only beautiful on the outside, but also on the inside.

You two had talked non stop about setting this up. Mind you, you did manage to leave out the tiny detail that he is Kim Taehyung of BTS. Something you could use as an inside joke later on.

So tonight, here you were with Mi Young and the rest of your group at the club she works at. A couple of dancers from HYBE, another producer and 3 PA’s. Thankfully all who she had warmed up to, but not recognized.

While she sits next to you in a dark booth in the back, her leg is constantly bouncing. You scan the front entrance for your twinflame, feeling his emotions rising. Low and behold he bolts into the club with Yoongi in tow.

“Here we go.” You smile at Mi Young, giving her a smile and her thigh a squeeze before standing up from the booth.

Walking towards the open space you wave your arm over your head catching their attention. Both rushing over to you through the sea of people.

“Firefly, are you ok? What’s going on?” Taehyung pants, struggling to breathe again.

“I’m ok Tae, I have someone I need you to meet.” You smile at him, fluffy his hair and moving it out of his eyes.

“Who?” He asks worriedly, eyes widening at you.

You side step out of the way, winking at Yoongi as you turn.

“Taehyung, this-” You gesture to the girl that had followed you out of the booth and had hid behind you. “Is Mi Young. Mi Young this is my twinflame Taehyung.”

You gesture to him and take a step back to give them room, slightly bumping into Yoongi’s left side as you do.

You watch as the two soulmates make eye contact, light reflects in their eyes as they go through the soul journey together.

“You planned this.” Yoongi whispers into your ear, not a question but more of an understanding of your underhandedness. You giggle and grab his hand.

“C’mon.” Pulling him towards the booth, letting the two have their moment uninterrupted. Sliding back into the booth Yoongi now sitting next to you, you both order drinks from the waitress currently at the table.

5 minutes later you receive 2 messages. One from your twinflame and one from his soulmate.

‘We're going to go outside for a walk, to talk. Thank you Firefly. I love you.’ - Taehyung.

‘I’m going to kill you….but thank you!!!!’ - Mi Young.

Chuckling to yourself, you show Yoongi the texts you recieved, him also releasing a dark chuckle.

Comfortably you spent the rest of the night eating, and drinking with friends. Not letting yourself dwell on the decision you had to make.

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It has been 4 weeks since that night. You haven’t spent a day not thinking about what happened. Both Yoongi and Taehyungs words constantly haunt you, regardless if you were spending time with Jimin or not.

Jimin was working hard to respect the boundaries you had put in place, and you hadn’t felt pain since that night. To which you were unbelievably thankful for. But the need to know what happened that night was like an itch you couldn't scratch, just out of reach.

“Have you thought about what we said?” Taehyung asks, plopping down next to you happily on the couch. Yoongi flinging himself on the other side of you. You nod your head, paper tea cup still to your mouth. Texting Mi Young about your schedule for next week.

Tae had begged you to let his soulmate know what was truly going on. You had some reservations about it, but in the end you agreed to her knowing. So now, instead of two overly concerned individuals hounding you, you have 3. But at least you have a female to talk to about it. Well you would, if you could find it in you to voice, how bad things are for you.

Chugging the last of your tea you glance around the lounge. For any sight of the other members or anyone else that could possibly listen in on your conversation. Apart from you 3 there were only 4 other people, but they were across the room.

“I have.” You stated matter of factly, leaning back arms crossed over your chest. “But I think I need to understand a few things first before I make it final.”

You frown, down at your empty tea on the coffee table in front of you. You know they want to know exactly what was going through your mind, but you couldn’t explain it. Too much was whirling around, but also nothing at all. You need to know more.

“Are you guys done for today?” You ask, still refusing to look at them.

They share a quizzical look before Yoongi responds. “Yea, we finished early today.” You nod.

Noises from the hall indicate people are heading to the lounge. You don’t bother looking up when they enter, you know who they are. You abruptly stand, spooking both men next to you.

“Jimin!” You call out looking at your soulmate. “Do you want to go to that cafe we talked about last time? If you’re free.”

Your soulmate perks up, noticing you. “Yes! I’m free!”

“But hyung you said you’d go with me to-” Jungkook starts, but Jimin nudges him in the rib cage silencing him.

“Let’s go!” He sings walking over to you.

You smile at him before grabbing your stuff, waving over your shoulder to the dumbstruck boys you left on the couch. You walk out of the building with Jimin by your side.

The cafe you were heading to was only a couple blocks away, so you both opted to walk there. Once there, you both order drinks and a bakery good. Then head up to the second story of the shop to enjoy yourselves on the veranda.

You had been talking for a while now, both on your second mugs of coffee and tea. You don’t know how to bring it up. Friends or not you have to just ask.

“How was the party after the festival?” You ask, sipping on your tea. Trying to calm your nerves.

“It was good.” He replied sheepishly. Spooning another piece of sponge cake into his mouth.

“Tae told me, you left with someone?” You push, keeping your voice steady and as light as possible.

He places his spoon down on his plate and runs his hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair.

“Yea, I did.” He won’t make eye contact with you.

“Jimin, you’re allowed to live a little.” You force a chuckle, placing your drink back down. “We are friends aren’t we?”

“No, I know. It’s just-” He starts. Finally he looks at you, shame written on his face. You’re trying to force your body to relax. Hands wanting to ball into fists. Feet ready to run. But you hold your ground against your instincts and fake a soft smile.

“I did go with this girl, back to her hotel room.” He tries again, still the look of shame lingers in his eyes. “Everything was going great-....but - I couldn’t. I felt like I was hit with this nauseating feeling, like I was suffocating so I left.”

Now it was your turn to be dumbfounded. He must have noticed your confusion.

“One minute clothes were coming off and I was kissing her, then all I could hear was this deafening beat, and this feeling of..you know when you drink too much, but you’re still drinking more? Kind of like that. And I swear I could see spotlights when I closed my eyes. And then I was back in the room again with her, but when I touched her again….it felt like I couldn’t breathe, almost like I was drowning. I panicked and went back to the dorm.”

What kind of sick punishment was this? He only felt your bond when he was with someone else? Now you really wanted to laugh. You were passed crying, tears didn’t make you feel better. That explains why you hadn’t been in any pain since that night. Jimin was too shaken up about it to talk to anyone, therefore his usual retorts about having a soulmate remained in his thoughts only.

Your twinflame and Yoongi are right. You feel so close to being dead inside, you have to make a decision.

But what they didn’t know was that you already had.

Weeks ago you made your decision, when there wasn’t any pain. Being accustomed to the cold void you found yourself in. You had been able to think clearly, but you knew you couldn’t tell them. Not yet.

“Answer me honestly then,” You stare into his eyes, set in your choice, no matter his answer. “If you knew who your soulmate is, would you feel any different?”

There was a long pause, as he stared back at you. His face blank as he thought over your question.

“The stubborn part of me wants to say ‘no’, but to tell you the truth, I really don’t know.” He finally answers. “I guess I have a lot of issues trusting people. Even if they are my soulmate, I don’t think I could just instantly trust them.”

“It’s understandable if it makes you uncomfortable.” You reassure him.

“It’s not just being uncomfortable. I've had multiple friends, idol friends that have been used by their soulmates selfishness. I’m constantly worried about Jin and Namjoon and don’t even get me started on Tae, he was so eager to find his and now he has and he does look happy. But I’ve seen how selfish a soulmate can be, I’ve lost friends because of them. They aren’t themselves anymore, it's like they get completely lost until they’re just a shell of who they are.”

“It’s understandable to have fears.” You soothe. “Our past experiences shape us, they affect decisions we make now.”

He stares at you even more intently now, looking like he wants to say something else, you wait.

“I overheard Tae and Yoongi-hyung talking, your soul mirror is sick?” Well… that wasn’t what you were expecting.

“I guess you could say that, yeah.” You reach for your tea, nodding and taking a sip.

“Are you scared?” Jimin whispers. Definitely not where you thought this conversation was going to go.

“Not anymore.” You replied honestly. “The damage is done and there's nothing I can do about it.”

“If you could talk to your soulmate what would you say?” Jimin becomes highly focused on your next words. As if he is looking for his own answer.

“I’d probably ask them to reject our bond.” Looking down at your finger tapping on your mug. “Living everyday in pain is terrible. It’s better to rip it away than to watch it slowly being pulled apart.

“.....you wouldn’t do it yourself?”

Your breath comes out a little shakily, but you know what it is that you're subtly implying to him. It’s time to make that decision, and not just think about it.

“No. I believe people should be able to choose.” You look at him again. Unfaltering, steady. You’re ready. “To find their own version of happiness.”

You reach into your jacket pocket to reach something you have been carrying around since you made your decision weeks ago. At this point it was taunting you every time you remembered it was there. Leaning across the table you slide a business card from the clinic to him, the same clinic with the soul reader… the soul reader that just so happens to also be a Kosmos weaver.

“And that includes you Jimin. You need to do what will make you happy.” Decision made. “No one can force you into a bond you don’t want. Whatever you decide to do, I’ll support you. Because it’s your choice.”

Cry About It Later || Don’t Tell Me What You See

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Don't Tell Me What You See

Don't Tell Me What You See

Warnings: ANGST

Pairing: Jimin!BTS x reader

Author's notes: My heart breaks for Tae writing this. But it's time for everything to be out in the open.

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Passing out at work was not really in your plans for today... Especially not in front of your twinflame. Unfortunately for you, any secrets you had kept quiet from this man, had blown up in your face and you had to deal with his fury.

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You are chatting cheerfully to Taehyung as you make your way back from lunch. Jimin, Namjoon and Hoseok are working in Namjoons studio, and all agreed to meet back there after eating.

The studio door is open ajar, so you can hear the boys inside. Reaching for the handle you freeze, when you hear Namjoon ask.

“Are you seriously thinking of rejecting your soulmate?”

“Why is that so hard to believe?” Jimin’s voice echoes through you, you can’t look at your twinflame. You can feel him drilling holes into you with his stare. However, his gaze isn’t what terrifies you, or even Jimins words. It’s the oh so familiar frozen tar like hands reaching up to your abdomen.

“I don’t know, but are you sure?” Namjoon responds, clear exhaustion in his voice. “Like really sure? Like you’ve really thought about this?”

“Yes, Hyung. I’ve really thought about this.” Jimin explains clearly exasperated. “I’ve always said this, I don’t want a soulmate. How many times do I have to say it to you guys before you listen to me. I don’t want a soulmate, I don’t want a soul bond. I don’t trust these ‘threads’, you talk about. I have never wanted one and I don’t now.”

You finally look at Taehyung. You can’t tell him you’re ok, because you’re not. You can feel your mirror cracks widening, letting in more cold, more ice, more chill. Looking him in the eyes, you see the fire, he’s beyond angry, but all you want to do is ask him for help. You realize your body is locked, you cannot physically move. Your blood is all but solid, your pulse begins to slow as your heart freezes over. And you can feel the suffocating tar in your lungs. Your breath comes out shallow and in a fog as it collides with the warm air of the hallway. The last thing you see is your twinflames paniked face as your eyes roll back.

Taehyung grabs you before you collide with the floor. Your skin is almost transparent, your lips gone blue and your eyes are lifeless. He’ll be pissed later, right now he needs to get you help.

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Slowly you begin to open your eyes, vision blurry you are blinded by a familiar glaringly white room of the soul reader clinic. You groan as you force yourself up on your elbows, trying to recall what happened. Taking in your surroundings you see and feel an extremely rage filled Taehyung staring at you from across the room, with what you can only describe as killing intent.

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Sitting silently in the passenger seat of Taehyungs was undoubtly torture in itself. You can visibly see him shake with infatuation. He had called Yoongi to meet at your apartment. He had refused to look at you or even speak to you, slamming the car door shut behind you.

Now you follow him up to your apartment. You sit on the couch and wait, he’s passing back and forth across the room, trying to hold himself back until at least his hyung arrives. Knocks resonate from your front door before he stomps his way over and lets Yoongi in.

They both make their way over to you.

“Are you going to tell him or am I?” Taehyung breathes sharply, still trying to hold himself back.

“Tell me what?” Yoongi eyes you waraily. He’s never seen Taehyung this irate before.

You don’t speak. You can’t find the words, you’re unsure of how much your twinflame knows, but from the emotions radiating off of him…..it’s a lot, if not everything. You stare at the floor.

“Did you think we wouldn’t find out?” Taehyung yells at the wall of your living room. You don’t jump, as Yoongi does. You can’t anymore, you’re too exhausted.

“Why didn’t you tell us, we could have helped you! We could have talked to him with you! We could have stopped this.” His deep voice booms around the room. “Why did you do this to yourself?! Why did you let this happen?!”

“You don’t know what it’s like!” You scream back, launching yourself from your seat. “You think I would choose this? Neither of you have any idea what it’s like.”

“So don’t look at me like that……” You stare viciously back at your soulmate.

“Just don’t look at me..” You are barely audible now.

It feels like eternity before anyone speaks.

“Do you want to know what I see?” Taehyung forces out calmly. You shake your head aggressively.

“Stop it Tae” You beg, a chill sweeping over you, as you try to hold yourself together.

“I see a strong, talented, independent, confident woman who is dedicated to her job, her friends and family. Who shows incredible loyalty to her beliefs and choices.” Taehyung begins, walking closer to you.

“Tae please”

“But you know what else I see?” He continues, ignoring your pleas. Now he’s right in front of you. “I see someone who would rather suffer than let someone else know they’re the cause. Someone who chooses other people over herself again and again. Someone who-“

“STOP. STOP IT!” Your voice is hoarse, throat itching with every word. “don’t….. DONT”

“Guys!” Yoongi finally speaks. “What is going on?”

“Y/N told Jimin to reject their bond.” Taehyung grumbles, he’s not backing down. Neither are you.

“You what?” Yoongi is taken by complete surprise.

“I did.” You state matter of factly.

“You could die!” Taehyung is at his wits end. His emotions are now getting the better of him. “Don’t you care?”

“You told me to make a decision.” You spit back bitterly “So I made one.”

“Not this, please.” Taehyung crumbles, legs giving out. Planting himself on one of your arm chairs, sobs wracking through his body.

Your mind calms when you see your twinflame break down. You look at Yoongi who has gone rigid. He’s staring at the floor, letting everything sink in. Understanding flashes on his face when he looks up at you. You let in a deep inhale then exhale. Hands relax from fists, you didn’t realize you were grasping. You slowly walk over to Taehyung, crouching down and placing a hand on his shoulder. He hesitantly looks up, gaze cast over your shoulder, tears still streaming down his face. You peer at the older again and you see tears cascading down his round cheeks as he looks at you two.

“I’ve been running since my brother died. Running away from facing Jimin and this soulmate bond.” You smooth his hair away from his face, Yoongi now crouching next to you on the floor. “I’m not running anymore Tae. Please trust me. Trust that I’m strong enough to live through this”

Reaching over you wipe the tears of Yoongi’s face, as he croaks. “Please don’t do this..”

Taehyung envelopes you both on the floor. Both men are now clinging to you. For the first time they notice. Just how cold your skin is, and they break even more.

About Time || Finally Warm

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