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In a world when you turn 16 you get a mark that matches your soulmate or soulmates.

It was the case for Yn too when she turned 16, she got seven marks that will connect her to her soulmates but......

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Loud sobs could be heard all around the apartment. A girl was sitting in the corner of the bathroom, her lashes were wet from crying her head was buried in her hand tears were constantly falling from her eyes.

"Why did it happened to me" the girl says as more tears falls from her eyes and slide down her cheeks. Her breath was unstable because of crying, "What did I do wrong to deserve this what was my fault" the girl says as she looks toward her hand.

The girl was crying her heart out she was in so much pain that cannot get better no matter how much she try she can't stop herself from crying.

It was supposed to be a happy day for her then how did it turned into a nightmare for her.

It was her 16th birthday she was going to get her soulmark/soulmarks today then what happened to her what made her so sad that she cannot stop her tears from falling.

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What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 1)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

genre: fluff, angst, emotional hurt and slow burn(?) i guess lol

chapter : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word counts : 9.038

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Five years.

Tomorrow will mark the five years you have been together with Yoongi. You met him when you were performing at your ballet recital six years ago, when you were still a hopeful ballerina student. He is mixing the music—with the reference from Hoseok, your dancer friend. Hoseok always used Yoongi’s remixes for his dancing routines and you always loved them, so you show interest in working with the infamous producer even if your ballet is 180 degree contrasts from Hoseok’s street dance mixes. Gladfully, at that time Yoongi agreed to the job (you can’t deny that Hoseok really did pull a few strings to convince him to take such a never-done-before job). 

Few nights spent together to practice and mix to perfect the routines bloomed into something more. You liked him—obviously with the way you always expressed how much you care for him and his well-being, but Yoongi was just.. being Yoongi. You found several times that Yoongi might reciprocate how you felt about him—about his careful touches and how much he minded your health—but you figured he could act the same with other people too. It was confusing and heartbreaking simultaneously. 

And to mention that if it were not for Hoseok, Yoongi probably will never say to you what you actually mean to him. After several abhorring mutual pining and an over-the-top recital, you were already accepting your fate that he might not be the one for you. But when Yoongi shows up in front of your apartment with your favorite purple tulips—a bucket of them and an embarrassed smile, you know you are sold. For him.

It has been quite a journey, all the ups and downs with the most unromantic person ever to breathe on this planet. Well, that's over exaggerating but at least the point is taken, right? Yoongi is emotionally constipated, that’s one efficient way of explaining it. He is truly the kind of boyfriend who will pat your head like a freaking puppy and calls it affection. Yoongi also spends most of his time in the studio, making music and beautiful lyrics, and you love how in love he is about his music—especially when his passion is the one introducing you to him—but you cannot lie that you wish that he would pay more attention to you too. 

But now you are getting restless. Where are the signs?

Yoongi is the one for you, your heart just knows it. He speaks love, and his gentleness and understanding are immeasurable. He takes care of you the best, like no one ever does, even better than your parents. But how come the signs that he is rightfully your soulmate are not showing?

Ah, soulmate. There are a lot of stories about them. Some may find them on the train home from work. Some may find them while ordering coffee in the cafe near university. Some may take a little more time, one day touching with their best friend and feel the electricity, and there will be signs of a matching soulmate. You just hope it is the latter, yet the restlessness grows with an immaculate speed inside your mind. It’s already five years of you in a commitment relationship with Yoongi and nothing, not even a single clue shown. Whenever the restlessness strikes your pessimistic mind, you quickly take a breath and remind yourself that it should not affect your relationship with him. The right time will come.

“Baby, don’t forget I already booked a restaurant for tomorrow.” You warnfully remind him while putting all your ballet belongings into a duffel bag, gifted by Yoongi for your birthday two years ago. “I will never forgive you if you forget tomorrow.”

Yoongi’s light chuckle is heard on the other side of the call, unknowingly putting a gentle smile on your lips. You could not really imagine how Yoongi can cope up with your fretful ass, but otherwise you are glad he is here to stay. “Y/N, you already remind me for the third time today. Yes, of course I will come.”

“I just don’t want you bailing on me after I’m waiting for you at the restaurant. I am not letting our one year anniversary happen again.” You pouted, a flash of four years ago went inside your mind. A day prior to your one year anniversary, Yoongi spent the full night finishing his demo and overslept the whole day of your anniversary while you still idiotically believed that he was planning for a surprise. What a doofus, you thought bitterly. You would rather kill yourself than to let that happen again—or let Yoongi take the lead to plan your anniversaries.

“Of course… sweetheart.” Yoongi hesitatingly calls you pet name after a long pause, and a sly grin subtly forms on your lips. He is so cute when he is trying to be romantic. “I swear to the seven seas I will come to our anniversary dinner. As a matter of fact, I will be there with a nice shirt too. Would you like that?”

You hum your agreement, content with his thoughtful answer. Yoongi realizes how much these events meant to you—and his thoughts warmed all your being. After a short halt, you unknowingly speak your deepest fear, one topic that you both have been avoiding since forever. “I hope tomorrow the signs will come.” The words you let out brings a whole dense pause on his side—like it aggressively bothers him until he sighed into the communicator. “Don’t put pressure on it, Y/N.”

“I am just hoping. There is no fault in a mere hope.” You frown, disliking the accusing tone of his words. Yoongi answers with another silence, and you do not want to hear any insufficient answer to him regarding the topic, hence you just mutter a simple goodbye and end the call. And since Yoongi is not really the type to dwell on the possibility of you being mad at him, you sure he must be handling all these concerns well. It must be easy for him to disregard the fact that the soulmates signs are not showing for the both of you and it angers you. A lot.

A tear inevitably escapes your eye, but you quickly swipe it and run to your car, heading to the ballet school, or your workplace.

*

You stand in front of your mirror at your cubicle, patting foundation on your pale skin. After teaching the beginner ballet class for your young students, it was only one and a half hours to prepare your anniversary dinner with Yoongi. Inside your heart, you are greatly looking forward to it—especially after Yoongi heed more attention to you and messaged his apologies for the insensitive answers during the call and told you he loved you. He is surely better at typing it than telling it to your face directly, you think giddily and happily continue your makeup routine.

Just remembering his sweet message brings all kinds of butterflies in your stomach. You swore that he’d be the death of you—all these acts are causing you bad that you are not thinking straight. Yoongi is the type to leave you speechless in whatever he does, even the small ones. And this major pessimistic side of you does bring some good in your relationship, you appreciate every little thing he does. You are deeply in love with him, even after all these long five years. They always say love will turn sour if you are not having it with your soulmate, but you find yourself falling in love deeper everyday and there is no doubt in your heart that he must be the one. Your one.

“Hey, lovebird.” You snap your heads up, meeting the playful grin from your fellow ballet teacher named Mina. She greasily winks and you chuckle, shaking your head and looking back into the mirror on the mahony table. “Are you going on a date with Yoongi tonight?”

“Yes. This is our five year anniversary today.” You hum with great pride. Your relationship with Yoongi is probably one thing you can ever be happy and be proud of. Your lackluster life is most definitely not one of them “We are having our anniversary dinner and I wish it would be enjoyable.”

“Of course it would be amazing. And mind blowing as well, you get me?” She wriggles her eyebrows, and you bitterly chagrin, silently crossing your fingers for it is not to be an innuendo. “I hope you have a pleasant night, babe. Don’t tire yourself too much, m’kay? You have classes tomorrow and I do not want to take your shift.” 

You roll your eyes, but could not hide the blush shaping on your cheek. But you would be lying to tell that you did not expect that to happen. You even wear your best matching lacy panties and bra—just in case. But above anything, you just wish it would truly be an enjoyable dinner with Yoongi. You never knew your luck when it comes to him that it is even hard to believe that this could actually be happening.

“By the way, see this!”

You head up from gazing far into your table to Mina’s vibrant expression. She points to a purplish bruise engraved on the side of her arm. You first thought it was because she hurt herself for the nth time already, but then you notice how it shapes differently from the usual bruise. You gasps loudly, jumping on your spot in complete delight. “You met your soulmate, Mina?!”

“Yes!” She shouts animatedly, a tear substantially forms on her eyes. You clasp her fingers inside your arm, cannot wait for the continuation of the cute story. “I met him yesterday when I was drinking with my friends. I was drunk—oh God, how can I be that drunk is beyond me—and this man sitting on the bar held my arm to stop me from falling. And then I literally sobered up! I felt it—the electricity of him touching me. Then I just knew it.” She cries again, her lips quivering from the euphoria of the event. You swiftly jump into her welcoming arms, holding her close to you in a blissful happiness.

“I am really, really happy for you, Mina. You can’t even believe it.” You whispered to her, your heart beating fast. You can’t even believe how much Mina deserves to meet her soulmate. It has always been hard for her, all the things that have been going on but she always strengthens herself and endures all the pain altogether. You are eternally thankful that your best friend finally met the one—the one would gladfully and rightfully share her happiness, concerns and problems so she does not have to face everything alone.

“Thank you.” She mutters lightly, giving you a light squeeze before letting you go. “We just know Yoongi is the one, huh babe? The signs will come, I just knew it with you and him.”

You put a grim smile, the one you can let out when Mina brought up a topic that has been bothering your mind a lot. It’s not like you to feel envious of her on anything—you are a keen believer of everyone on their own lane and comparison is toxic to its core—but you somehow feel frustrated. You wish that everything would be easier on you and Yoongi but that is most absolutely not the case. You just have to be patient, you calm yourself, trying to get your scattered thoughts together.

“I hope it will.”

*

You are seated in your car, your fingers resting on the wheel. The extravagant restaurant in which you will celebrate the anniversary is not that far from your workplace, but somehow you find the streets are two times more packed than usual. Based on the maps, it turns out there was an accident on the road ahead of you. The people on the cars are already evacuated, but the cars are still pulled with docks, hence the congestion. The accident must be new, you think to yourself and while not paying much attention.

Shrugging it completely from your mind, you turn your car to find an alternative way. Your fingers turned into the phone on your grasp, finding that there are no new notifications yet. Yoongi has not replied to your reminder messages for the dinner, and it burdens your mind a lot. It can’t be, right? You know Yoongi’s car like the back of your head and based on the news you read, it was not it. He is probably on the way, you internally reason yourself to calm the intrusive thoughts—which ironically is your specialties.

But then another twenty minutes passed and Yoongi still has not replied. You are still inside your car in the restaurant parking lot, deciding not to step inside and embarrass yourself if anything comes his way and he decided not to come. It would be infuriating and sadly, possible.You groan, everything sucks and you hate your boyfriend now.

You decided to call him again. Exactly four beeps and the voice you waited the most is heard. “H.. hello?”

“Yoongi! Yoongi, where are you?! I am already here at the restaurant and you did not reply my messages and I—“

“Y/N— I am terribly sorry. I am sorry for everything but I can’t come to you right now. I’m sorry.”

And then he shut the call.

And then you throw your phone, tears substantially forming on your eyes.

*

You are a zombie. 80% of your time you are spacing out, the 10% you are crying and the rest are you trying to suck it all up and do something but still fail miserably. It sucks how much these things—or rather Yoongi, affects you. You do not want to feel this way for him, he was such an ignorant jerk and you are feeling ten times worse than you should be, since he does not explain a single thing to you, even a reason for his absence the night before and did not bother to even clarify for a whole day. You know you deserve better treatment from a boyfriend, but you still cannot help how much you still hope he will do something about his mistakes. What a fool, you absentmindedly think to yourself, the pain is too unbearable to hold yourself.

After completing your whole days in the ballet school, it was already 10PM. You should not stay this late, but your mind bothers you too much and to be left alone would only wallow you into sadness and it’s the last thing you want. You actually thought of calling him to ask about everything—what are you to him exactly, but your pride won’t let you. You should not be that easy for a fact that he broke his promise without any notable reason. He is so selfish, and doesn't give any single shit about you. You should have known better.

Mina nonchalantly asked about the failed anniversary dinner last night, and the moment she questioned, you quickly burst into tears and stuttered words about how Yoongi abandoned the dinner for no exact reason. She held you close, trying to calm you and skillfully brought a smile to your face while lightly mocking your idiotic boyfriend. She even promised to keep you company tonight—after finishing her mother errands you both are going to the nearest bar and get drunk to the point of no return.

You just finish your warm shower, feeling completely refreshed from any kind of physical fatigue. Your ear perks up when hearing a rustling sound from the front door. Your mind turns cautious, as you remembered Mr and Mrs. Bong, the caretaker of the building already said their goodbyes a few hours before. There must be someone at the door.

But you know there should not be anything to be wary about. The neighborhood is the safest area in the city, for God knows it could be Mina, ready to take you into a whole night you’d regret in the morning. The thoughts instantly calm you, as you shuffle to open the door.

“Hey y—mmmph!”

Well, hell be damned because the person standing in front of you, taking you ransom and holding your lips close to his own is your boyfriend. Yoongi hoisted you up to his arms, your legs circling his waist to prevent yourself from falling down. The kisses are ferocious and his lips are cold, but it still sends butterflies to your stomach like you never felt before. But the memories quickly evades your mind that this man just fucking ghosted you on the night of your fifth anniversary, so you use all the strength left inside you to push him away, quickly jumping off him before everything is too late and you are back to forgiving without any further claims on his fault. You are not that easy—and the thought of taking this lightly disturbs your whole being.

“Stop, Yoongi! You don’t deserve to do all this when you just ignored me after promising the whole night of our anniversary together.” You shout directly to his face and try to be as curt as you can force, but your voice is breaking and the tears are already pooled on the corner of your eyes, threatening to fall out. You are crushed inside a tidal wave of emotion, your chest heaving irregularly from the thing that just transpired. The anger quickly turns into sadness and you try to manage your own breath or it will soon hurt you.

“Baby, I’m so sorry…” Yoongi unexpectedly bursts literal tears, and it stops the anger and frustrations bubbling up on your throat. “I know I don’t deserve you. You are the best girlfriend I—no, everyone could ever ask for. I love you so much and I never felt so irresponsible to ignore you like I did last night.”

You are waiting for him to continue, sensing the edge to his sentences. The tears were completely a show stopper for all your excessive emotions. 

“Taehyung—he.. he got into a car crash and had to undergo surgeries.”

Yoongi sweeps the tears away with the back sleeve of his hand. “At that time, I was on my way to the restaurant. But—but when I received the news, I was so panicked I immediately went to the hospital. When you called, I was out of my mind, and I knew I did not say what I should have said.” He whispered lowly, eyes locked on the floor like he is a kid under a punishment. You wait for him to continue.

“After arriving at the hospital, his father ordered me to stay while he was undergoing surgery. It was a literal hell, Mr. Kim was super furious at me at his son's accident and asked me to take responsibility until the surgeries were completed. And I was going to let you know, I really was but I literally do not know where or when I lost my phone. I-i should’ve let you know sooner. It was my fault, but you have to know that his father won’t let me do anything and I came s-straight after—“

By his last sentences, Yoongi is already stuttering and trembling. You could sense how much he despises himself, and it hurts you that he has to blame himself for whatever happened. You hold him inside your arms, your arms tightly secure around his waist.  Yoongi shuts himself, quickly shambles into louder tears he has been trying to suppress as he reciprocates your calming hug. You understand him—you understand his reasons and you trust him with all your heart. 

You’ve heard about Mr. Kim and Taehyung previously from Yoongi, even rarely hear about them recently. Mr. Kim is Yoongi’s adoptive parents. Yoongi’s birth parents died in a plane crash when he was a kid—he was only nine by then. By law, his custody is transferred to his uncle—the evil side of the family that is on a bad term with his parents. He was treated inhumanely. Yoongi won’t go into details but you could feel how much he hated it there, all the abusive and discrimination he had to face at such early age. After suffering a severe punishment for not obeying his uncle's order, he ran away from the house slash hell. On his way to nowhere, he saw a kid, crying and lost in the park. A boy named Kim Taehyung.

Seoul, South Korea

18 years ago.

“Hi, who are you? Why are you crying?” Yoongi walked closer to a little kid—probably a few years younger than him—sniffling with his reddened nose. His little arms were cradling a small brown teddy bear, eyes full of tears but still showing wariness over the stranger—which was Yoongi. The boy took a step back, and Yoongi stopped in his place so the boy would not run away.

“I—I’m not supposed to talk to a stranger, father said..” he whispered in fear and hesitation, but Yoongi shrugged and instead smiled, holding out his hand. “Hi, I am Yoongi, 10 years old. There, we’re no longer strangers. Who are you? And why are you here alone?”

Listening to the witty answer by Yoongi, the boy quickly showed a wide smile, showing a tad cute boxy smile. “I’m Taehyung, 7 years old. I don’t know where my nannies are. We went out, and it’s a secret—but I don’t really like them, so I ran away and now I can’t go back home.” He silently muttered with a deep frown and slumped shoulders and Yoongi held his shoulder, forcing the boy called Taehyung to look back at him.

“Hey, running away from someone who cares for you is not good. You shouldn’t do it. Your parents could be worried sick for you.” Yoongi warned with a friendly gesture. Taehyung folded his hands in front of his chest, his lips jutted in childish anger.

“But they never cared for me. They only care about my father’s order.” 

Yoongi smiled knowingly, holding his hand out to Taehyung. “Don’t worry, we will find them and then you can be angry. Okay?” Yoongi knew his words were not comforting even the slightest, but he was glad that Taehyung complied with a smile. He wouldn’t know what to do if Taehyung threw a fit or refused to come with.

“Let’s go find your nannies.” Yoongi pulled Taehyung by the hand, his eyes looking for people that must be trying to find the boy on his grasp right now.

Then across the street, Yoongi noticed several men and women calling the boy’s name—who Taehyung then pointed at as his nanny and guards. After safely confirming that they are indeed the correct ones, he wanted to walk away, but the adults stopped him and asked him to come with them. Yoongi was not sure, but the idea sparked Taehyung’s mind as he ran from his nannies grasp, cried loudly and refused to be separated from Yoongi. “You have to come! I don’t want to go if you are here. Come one, Yoongi hyung!”

Yoongi was going to reject his advances, but one of the aged nannies that looked incredibly pale and tired after running far only to find the boy hiding inside a park pleaded with him to come with. The adults kindly asked him to follow them, so Yoongi obliged. It was rare for him to find how respectful someone could be to a ten years old, so Yoongi felt like it was a good choice to obey. He trusted Taehyung and his nannies and guards.

Arriving in a luxurious car at a monstrous large house, Yoongi concluded that Taehyung’s family was loaded—like crazy loaded. Taehyung was quickly taken to the back by his nannies, while Yoongi was asked to wait for Taehyung’s father who wanted to meet him. Before Taehyung took a bath, he ran to Yoongi's side in a rushed expression. “Hyung, you have to be there when I finish, okay?”

Taehyung’s hopeful gaze resulted in a quiet comforting hum from Yoongi. While waiting, he finds a few facts from Mrs. Yoon—the aged nanny from before—that Taehyung’s mother died when birthing him, and how Taehyung had an issue with making friends. To his courtesy, all the people in his class were idiots and snobby, and he never got along with even one of them. To be honest, Yoongi could understand the younger boy by heart. He himself did not get along with most of his classmates. Other than that, Taehyung also did not like his nannies, always refusing to play or even talk to them. He was severely lonely—to the point of making his own imaginary friends. Yoongi thought it was understandable, but Taehyung was seven years old then. That concerned his father a lot. 

The stories from Mrs. Yoon went to a halt when his father arrived, asking him for a private meeting for only the two of them. Seated on a comfortable spinning chair in the wide room filled with bookshelves, the man throwed a few questions about his life. But Yoongi did notice that the old man did a background check on him beforehand. Mr. Kim knew about his family situation, his parents' accident, his uncle's family, where he went to school, etc. That’s exactly when the old man popped a question Yoongi could never guess.

“Do you want to live here? With Taehyung?”

By then, everyone knew that the man expected something from him. There’s no such thing as free living, but then Yoongi really does not know where he should go, how he is going to continue his life. He does not have a roof over his head, and after his extensive research using a computer at school, he would be deported to some child protection agency or worse, back to his uncle's house. Just thinking about it sent him shudders, so he nodded hesitantly as an approval. The father showed a small grin, satisfied with Yoongi’s easy compliance.

It’s in Yoongi’s understanding that he owes everything—even his life to the Kim family. And he is also well aware that in Mr.Kim’s eyes, he was just another, same-aged nanny to his precious son, someone who seven year old Taehyung could actually listen to—even until now. You heard how Yoongi was basically Taehyung’s nanny, so whenever it seemed like Taehyung did not meet his father's expectations or wants, the man would first contact Yoongi for clarity or some good scolding. It worsened when Taehyung grew up, the old man was angry at Yoongi several times when Taehyung failed his exam, escaped from home to attend his friend parties—or basically doing what most teenage boys would do. Yoongi would cover for him, taking the blame instead, but still Yoongi never hated Taehyung. He never could. Taehyung is his dearest, precious brother that he would trade everything for.

Everything actually got better for Yoongi when Taehyung and his father had to move to America after the family company advanced and growed like a wildfire. Taehyung was twenty, Yoongi was twenty three by then and already found his interest to be a music producer. His father took Taehyung to study business in America, along with him—already aligning him for the highway inside the company, in which he would take over after his father positions someday. But Yoongi said to you, with sparkling proud eyes—how talented his brother was at business and how proud he was of him. 

After they left, Yoongi was devastated that he had to be seperated from Taehyung, but do realize the positive side no longer held in charge of the younger boy by his father. And in the exact same year, he met a hopeful ballerina offering a music editing job—you. He is not complaining at all.

“He finished his studies and just graduated, so he decided to come back to Seoul to study the company branch here.” Yoongi mutters while you hold him close, your finger draws circular motion on his back. Both of you are now seated still on the sofa of your workplace. “The only reason his father lets him go back to Seoul on his own is he knows Taehyung would then be under my watch.”

You hissed, gritting your teeth at the thought of a freaking twenty five years old man needing to be watched. You can’t even think how Yoongi—or even Taehyung felt about this. Super typical of those rich men to be acting that way, and just listening to the stories make you feel sick. “You can imagine how furious he was when Taehyung had the accident, Y/N. He literally created a video conferencing room in the hospital to even scold me, asking for an update every hour for Taehyung’s surgery.”

“I know and I felt sorry for you.” You mutter as you feel Yoongi’s head leaning on your shoulder. He must be excessively tired by now, you figure so you rest your palm on his supple cheek, caressing them lightly and affectionately. “I’m sorry that I overthink everything. You know—”

Yoongi cuts you with a sudden kiss, his arms sneaking on your sides, unto your back while pushing you to rest on the sofa. His lips are warm and welcoming, and most importantly, feels as familiar as ever. The kiss doesn’t feel rushed, just perfect to send how he wished to just kiss you and forget about everything. It sends rushes in your vein, your heartbeat hastens and your mind blank in nerves. “I don’t say this much, but I am truly, truly in love with you, Y/N. Happy fifth anniversary, baby.”

The tears lounging on the corner of your eyes are out, streaming on the side of your cheek, but Yoongi swept them away with a kiss, peppering them all over your face. You chuckle, pushing him away jokingly but then he held your hand to your side, leaning his forehead on yours with a deep stare. “Say it back, Y/N. You need to say it back.”

You wanted your usual witty answer for his pleading, but you find yourself lost in his eyes and seriousness in his words, then it’s done. You are irrevocably sold for him. “I will always love you, silly. You know it. Happy fifth anniversary...”

You are about to smother him with kisses again, when a cough was heard from the door. A sly looking Mina stands by her spot, grinning to both you and your boyfriend’s position which is not very compromising to the unknowing eyes. Yoongi quickly shifts himself to a sitting position, face and ears turning red from being caught by his girlfriend’s best friend. You shot Mina a dirty look of annoyance for her unwanted interruption, folding your hand on your chest.

“Sorry to interrupt love birds, but Y/N! I figured our night out is cancelled, right?” Mina wiggles her eyebrows and Yoongi reverts his questioning gaze to you. You turn red from thinking about the silly reason for your supposed night out with Mina, in which you are damned if Yoongi ever gets his hand on it. “Should have known you’d ditch me the second Yoongi is here. But seriously guys, I don’t care if you fucking, but you need to close the door. And please don’t ever do it on our sofa. It’s fucking disgusting.”

“Mina, get out!” You hiss in embarrassment, and Mina quickly holds her hand in surrender, sends her goodbye and escapes from the place—or your incoming wrath. After hearing a soft thud signaling Mina’s exit, Yoongi then pulls you close to his arms, his lips attached on your temple in butterfly kisses. 

“I’ll kill her tomorrow, I swear to God—“

Yoongi’s chuckle vibrates on your skin. “Hey, it was actually good that Mina was here. Or else I would ravish you right on this sofa and you would never see your workplace the same again.” Yoongi’s kisses travel south to your neck in a teasing manner. “Like I do with my studio.” Yoongi slyly whispers and your breath hitched, a wince of realization shown on your head. You fucked a lot, like a lot in Yoongi’s studio, and it is not a secret that Yoongi would pop a sudden boner just thinking about the dirty things you both did on nights staying in the studio. That’s why you and him create forbids-sex-on-workplace as a policy, but the truth to be told, it is not complied well.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence and enjoying each other’s presence, Yoongi lets you go. You frowned, not wanting to be separated from his addictive warmth. “You can go home now, Y/N. It’s getting late. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

“Where are you going? You can stay on mine for tonight.” Your frown deepens, not liking the idea of sleeping alone for tonight. Your roommate is staying out of the city, and you just reconciled with Yoongi. You do not want to be left alone, you just want to be with him. 

“I have to go back to the hospital. Mr. Kim has already been blowing up this replacement phone he gave me.” He tiredly chuckles, checking the vibrating phone from his pocket. You glance at the name appearing on his phone screen and sigh, not liking how Yoongi would have to deal with that old hag again for the night. “I swear I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise.” You grimly nod, Yoongi’s slender finger holding either side of your face, pushing forward to kiss your temple once again.

“Or you can visit Taehyung, too! It would be great to finally meet the man that I am babysitting, right?” He let out satire jokes, and you chuckle and shake your head in amusement. He envelops you close inside his arms, and you could feel how tired Yoongi is and how bad he wishes to never let you go. It warms your heart that you could always feel his love not only by his words. For Yoongi, his loving gesture definitely speaks louder than any words he says.

“I’m serious, Y/N. I want you to finally meet him.” He whispered with seriousness to your ear, even with the lips attached to the side of your neck, nibbling in a playful manner.

 “I want the most important woman in my life to meet the most important man in my life. It would be a dream of mine.”

You hum an agreement. “Hoseok will be sad to hear that.” You tease him, once again pressing a deep kiss on his supple, delicious lips. Both of you let go with a deep sigh of contentment. “Okay, baby. I’ll see you tomorrow in the hospital.” 

Oh, how naive you are, just nonchalant to how vicious the universe would play on you for agreeing to the love of your life’s most sincere wish.

*

You stood in front of the extravagant private hospital in which Yoongi mentions Taehyung is in, with a bucket of blue lilies on your grasp. The morning went well—weirdly. It seems like everything aligns better than they have ever been. The usual congested road is clear, the weather is extraordinair and you wake up exactly before your alarm that really sets your mood right. You have no scheduled class to teach today, only a scheduled 3PM brainstorming session with Mina for the upcoming recital for your students. You are going to spend a few hours there to finally meet the man you heard so much about. Something unknowingly flutters inside your heart, and you don’t have a clear idea of why. You just conclude it as an excitement to finally meet a dearest friend of Yoongi.

You called Yoongi, mentioning your arrival and he asked you to come to the reception and mention your relation with him. You do so, but still have to fill out a form of visit, exchange your identity card and another strict protocol process to ensure you are not a threat and perfectly healthy. Yoongi mentioned the exhausting entree process, but you never knew it would be like this. It’s not like Taehyung was sick to the point of needing to be quarantined or anything—but as you remember how annoyingly protective his father is of him, you could only be forced to understand.

“That’s a  beautiful flower.” The nurse suddenly mentions with a slight smile while you are filling up the tedious forms.“I know Taehyung would like it. He never received flowers before.”

Suddenly, you don’t know exactly why a sickening feeling trickles inside your chest. The words thrown by the nurse are sad—you are acquainted with it but the nauseous feeling was like a knee-jerk reaction from you. You gulp, trying to hold yourself from any further falling into the unexpected feeling inside your body.

After completing all the forms and receiving back your ID, the nurse asks you to come with a wide smile.“You can follow me.”

As Yoongi said, Taehyung’s room is on the high level, special for executive patients. The time wasted inside the lift was longer than you expected, so your gaze stills on the beautiful flower on your grasp. It was rare to even find such a blooming flower at this time of the year, but when in the flower shop, amongst all the beautiful flowers, something tells you that this is the one and you follow it.

“We’ve arrived, miss.” The nurse takes you away from your drifting thoughts, and you smile and nod and follow her behind. The hallways are quiet and desolate, the smell of hospitals strong on your senses. Somehow, your minds are rushed, cold sweat trickling on the side of your face. You don’t exactly know why your body is reacting this way—it was a first for you to ever feel such a strange sentiment. 

When the nurse opens the door, your eyes firstly find his own. He is looking deep into you, eyes widened like somehow, he expected your presence.

And your head literally spins.

“You’re here. This is Taehyung. Taehyung, this is Y/N, my girlfriend.”

Yoongi is seated inside, noticing his girlfriend turns rigid. He can sense the air thickens inside the room, and nobody really responds to his introduction. He doesn't even know how the situation could result—meeting new people for both Taehyung and you is just as easy as a walk in the park. Mulling on his concern, he walks to your side, giving you a hastened kiss on your cheeks while your eyes are still trained on the boy laying on his back above the bed. “You okay?” He asks, voice laced with concern. You quickly shake your head, noticing how weird you have become since you arrived. You send him an assuring smile, trying to ignore your hasten breath. It was not your first time seeing his face—you saw it from a few photos Yoongi had on his phone, but the last photo was from five years ago and the man indeed matured a lot since then.

“You look pale, babe.” Yoongi frowns, his hands on the side of your neck, sensing how cold you are on his skin. You shake your head, muttering incoherent agreement to tell Yoongi that he has nothing to worry about. “I’ll get you something warm, okay? Stay here.”

And then silence ensues after a light thud from the door. You are looking back at him, blue lilies bouquet still closed in your grasp. He smirks, noticing how silent you have been at his presence.

“You do know that lilies are for funerals, right?”

The first words Taehyung said to you are to tease you for a flower you somehow mistakenly bought. You wince, hiding the flowers behind your back in sudden shyness. Just to be with him alone in such a short proximity results all kinds of nerves bubbling inside your chest. It feels funny, strange, but simultaneously warm. You can pinpoint any reason for that. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t really know…”

“No—I’m kidding. Come here.” Taehyung gestures to you to come closer, his hands offered at you. You foolishly point at yourself, asking whether he is actually asking for you. Noticing your bafflement, Taehyung chuckles lightly, and you swear something triggers your head for a thought to cross your mind about how his laugh is probably the sweetest laugh you have ever heard in your adolescent life. Wait—what the fuck were you thinking?

“No, the flowers I mean.” He smiles warmly, but continues with a cunning grin. “But won’t complain if you give me a hug.”

You roll your eyes at him, walking closer to hand him the beautiful blue lilies you have been holding since forever. Taehyung does not take it that immediate second, instead when you are ready to take your hand back to your side along with the bouquet, he suddenly grasps your wrist with his large palm, and then you feel it. You feel the electricity like you are burned, rushing from the lingering spot he touched you and spread all the way to all your senses. You also felt a slight burn on your wrist, in which you can see a purple bruise forming against your pale skin. You gasp, astonished at what just unfolds in front of you.

“You… you…” You mutter, as your lips are too frozen to continue. Your tongue is caught, your heart beat irregularly quickens as you look up at him, large eyes filled with fear, longing and endearment. He felt it as well—the electricity as he looked down, a matching mark was printed on his wrist. There is no way in hell that this is happening.

Taehyung looks at you, a strained, hard gaze filling his eyes. “I’m your soulmate.”

“N—no! No, you must be joking. I—we can’t be soulmates!” You hysterically yell, your brain is in haze at the things that just happened. You dreamt about this, you pray for this moment to finally happen, but it’s not him. You want it to be your Yoongi, the man you love for five years. Not his brother. Not his best friend. You felt terrible, your chest is hurting due to your heart not beating like it should have been for the few minutes you are inside the room.

“You are in pain... I can feel it in my chest..” He painstakingly whispered more to himself, his palm clenching on his chest.  You stare at him in anguish, waiting for him to continue. 

“I have been dreaming about a girl with blue lilies for months. It kept me awake at dawn, and I realized I had been crying in my sleep. It continued for awhile, and believe me, I went to the best doctors to fix these dreams and sleeping habits. I thought it was nothing but then they told me it must be my soulmate, a bond created by heavens. My soulmate is looking for me—” He takes a deep breath, and his beautiful large eyes find yours. Exactly when you feel a striking pain in your chest, as if your body can feel what he is experiencing right now.

“You are looking for me.”

The emotion pumping in your chest is too much to bear, so you run out without even waiting for Yoongi, with Taehyung’s voices still calling your name until it is only silence. You went outside, praying that you will not meet Yoongi on the way down. Everything makes zero sense, and you can’t even imagine what would happen if you saw your boyfriend's face now. You cannot lie that a future scenario that might ensue did cross your mind, that you finally belong to your soulmate, the universe-chosen one that you will spend eternity with. But above anything, you despise how your body reacted to it. That you somehow feel it’s the way everything is supposed to be. That you somehow have to be with him to achieve that infamous happiness the people are talking about.

Shaking your head, you quickly scramble to your car after arriving in the lobby. You desperately need sometimes to sort everything, your mind, your feelings and what you should do next. You are this close to a breakdown, and you can’t have those men anywhere near you for now.

*

It has been two days since you ran away from Yoongi and Taehyung, and you do realize Yoongi has already been blowing up your phone since the time you left Taehyung’s hospital. You are well aware that it’s childish and foolish for you to avoid confrontation, but your mind and heart does not want to deal with anything concerning those two boys. So you decided to take a break from work and go back to your parents house that night, after telling Yoongi something came up with your family. He immediately acknowledges your reason—he figured something must be serious since it’s really not you to go back to the place that disliked your decision for a career, even if it seems like your father already accepted your decision—or you hope so—so Yoongi wished you a good stay in your parents place. After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he breathily whispered to the call.

“I love you, Y/N. Take care, okay? Tell me if anything happens, you know I’m here for you.”

And you foolishly answered the rare yet bitter sweet confession by your boyfriend of five year with a short hum before directly closing the call. It pained you greatly how much you know Yoongi loves you and you are about to lie or lose him forever, and heaven knows it’s the last thing you want to do. Mulling on every kind of possibility of a happy ending, you found none and spent all night crying on your pillow.

It’s nine in the morning, and you are seated on your old bed after running a few miles as your daily exercise—and to relax your mind from thinking too much about Yoongi and Taehyung. It’s your last day to run away from your real life, your job is already a havoc from you suddenly leaving. But you really needed this break, feeling somehow on the edge about everything.

While your mind wanders, suddenly your eyes fall to the bruise on your wrist—which color already turns vibrant blue, the exact color of the blue lilies you gave Taehyung the first time you met him. You feel your mood drops all of a sudden, and you can lightly guess what it is all about. Your soulmate on the other side is having an awful time. It’s not always that you feel what Taehyung is having, you always grade it as your body having its own mind, but you do perceive how powerful it has become now that you met him.

You immediately feel guilty, as you are well aware that Taehyung has been on his own emotionally—beside having Yoongi for a long time. So to finally meet a soulmate that already closed the door on the first meeting, you can’t imagine how upsetting it must be for him.

“Hey…”

You looked up to your mother, bringing a few sliced fruits, leaning on your door. You put up a restrained smile, making a bit of room for her to sit on your bed.

“Are you okay, honey? You haven’t been out since yesterday. I thought you came back to see a few old friends back here.” Your mother smiles, handing you the delicious looking plate. It’s peach, one of your favorite fruits. Usually you would directly jump in, but your stomach churn in displeasure, thinking that Taehyung must have not had food inside his stomach for a while now. You sigh, resting the plate on the nearest bedside. Oh, what an idiot he is.

Your mom sighs, looking at the fruit you haven’t even touched. But you abruptly push your wrist to her, and your mother gasps looking at the distinctive bruise.

“Oh my—honey, are you finally signed for Yoongi?!”

You wince, the pain strikes you hard, the tears falling on your cheek as you shook your head. You should have known. Everyone would always think it’s Yoongi—hell, even you yourself think your soulmate is Yoongi. It is ridiculous how these five years could go so breathtakingly well with two people who are not a paired soulmate. But somehow, against every stigma, you are. You are in an amazing, loving relationship with Yoongi where you would trade anything for his happiness. And now you are destined by the cruel universe to have an eternal soulmate bond with Taehyung, his dearest brother. This whole thing is so fucked up.

“No mom… it’s someone else…”

Then you cry. You cry, as your mom envelopes you on a tight hug, her palm caressing your back in a soothing manner. You spend some times that felt like an eternity in her arms, and you cannot be more thankful for her presence. You

“Soulmate or not, you are still my beautiful, strong daughter. You don’t need anyone to make you happy for you. You can go through this, honey.” Your mom kissed your forehead, her two palms on either side of your cheek then she looks into your reddish eyes, determination fills her beautiful brown orbs that is greatly reflected in yours. You nod with a thankful smile, then she pats your thigh and walks out, leaving you on your own.

Suddenly, your phone rang, disrupting the silence inside your room. You check the display, finding unknown numbers plastered on it. Thinking it might be your students, you swipe to answer the call, instead a baritone voice welcomes you on the other side. 

“Hey, don’t you hurt yourself. I’m literally sick and do not need any additional pain from my soulmate for this stupid bond we have.”

Your heart literally skips a beat, definitely did not expect it would be Taehyung calling you. A warm fuzzy feeling embraces you, your head getting its own high as you felt the effect of two soulmates reaching for each other. It’s unfair how much an effect he is to you, even if deep down you are consuming the wondrous feeling of finally hearing his voice. It’s like your body has been craving contact with your soulmate. Like you have been waiting for him since forever.

“Hey…” You whispered, your throat strained for not speaking for a while. “Sorry. I’m just super distracted and I know I am really—”

“It’s okay.” He cuts you with a soft whisper—like he knows how much you want to avoid talking about the subject with your own mouth—and then your stomach embraced the butterfly inside by just hearing his sultry voice. “I understand how hard it must be for you. I felt it too. I love Yoongi hyung with all my heart, and I am racking my brains here on how to do… this.”

You notice how painful it is for him to say those words, signed by a contracting pain in your chest. You can’t figure whether it’s you or him, though. You keep your mouth shut. “Thank you. And I am sorry for everything. For running away. For these pains I cause you.” You whisper, your heart turns light at Taehyung’s understanding of your current situation. Well, it is your fault to somehow overthink everything, that Taehyung is somehow forcing all this soulmate thing to you. Even after the universe decides that you are his soulmate, your heart still belongs to Yoongi. Just thinking about what would happen to Yoongi after knowing about this results in a heavy urge for you to puke.

“Hey, I don’t think—“

“Yes, I know what you are thinking about and I agree. Yoongi hyung will know when the time is right.” Short, stuffy silence before he continues. “I believe it’s better for you to do it, though.”

You nod, your upper teeth crashing to your under lips in hesitation. “I.. I just never hide anything from him. Especially this big. It’s ridiculous to even hide anything in a five year old relationship.” You chuckle, trying to light up with a joke, but find no response from the other side of the call. Your lips tighten, feeling slight nausea in your body.

“You really love him, don’t you?”

That one question caught you by surprise. Of course you love Yoongi, that is such a ridiculous question for you to hear. Your answer should be a knee-jerk reaction, but something holds you back, and it seems like your body does not comply with what your heart is telling you to do. But finally after a few long seconds full of dense silence, you let out a hum, signaling an answer to him. 

“Yes.”

Silence which feels like an eternity.

“He is one lucky guy.”

All of a sudden, your heart is clenched hard, until the pain seeps into your brain in a warning manner. A groan escapes your lips, but your teeth quickly stab your lips hard, trying to prevent any sound from coming out and hoping it could release the incredulous pain knocking your insides. Even if it hurts to the point like it is a struggle to even breathe, you manage to let out another hum to reciprocate his words. 

After another long silence ensues, you raise your voice in a jokingly annoyed manner. “Hey, eat your food. I am seriously in pain because you haven’t eaten.” You angrily huff, and then hear a dry chuckle from Taehyung on the other side. You can’t bear a smile blooming on your lips hearing the wonderful sound of his laughter, and you don’t even know why your body is reacting this way and it flusters you.

“I will.”

“Okay.” You nod with a light hum, even if he can’t see it. You can imagine him biting his thin lips, agonizing what he probably is mulling in his mind right now. And you can’t bear to swoon just imagining the wonderful sight. 

“So… I’ll see you soon?” He asked, full of hesitation and fear. Silence again...

“Yup. See you soon.” You reply, full of hesitation and fear. You swiftly end the call, burying your face on the bed, tears of anger and fear substantially raining out until there are no tears left to cry.

Yoongi, tell me what to do.. Cause I really don’t want to hurt you, yet it seems like I have to..

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What we are not; Soulmates (chapter 1)

summary: you love yoongi with all your heart throughout these five years being in a relationship with him. you always thought he is the one — your one, even when the infamous soulmate signs are still not showing. yet you always wait, because you know it’s him you are destined to be with, forever. but what would happen if then his childhood best friend comes along, with the universe-signed telltales that you have been looking for true love in all the wrong places?

{soulmate!au, established relationship!au}

pairing: min yoongi x female reader x kim taehyung

genre: fluff, angst, emotional hurt and slow burn(?) i guess lol

chapter : prologue | chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | epilogue

word counts : 9.038

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Five years.

Tomorrow will mark the five years you have been together with Yoongi. You met him when you were performing at your ballet recital six years ago, when you were still a hopeful ballerina student. He is mixing the music—with the reference from Hoseok, your dancer friend. Hoseok always used Yoongi’s remixes for his dancing routines and you always loved them, so you show interest in working with the infamous producer even if your ballet is 180 degree contrasts from Hoseok’s street dance mixes. Gladfully, at that time Yoongi agreed to the job (you can’t deny that Hoseok really did pull a few strings to convince him to take such a never-done-before job). 

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