Soulmate Min Yoongi - Tumblr Posts

The Bond That Binds Us {Min Yoongi}

   words: 7k

    summary: The bond between soulmates wasn’t meant to last forever, but it was difficult to give up when it had its advantages.

    genre: fluff (?) soulmate!au 

    warning: nothing

   notes: masterlist –

   —

    Sometimes it was easier just to ignore it.

   Not many people did. In fact, not many people really could – not something like this, something that took over your life and was at the forefront of everything. Most people wanted it over with as soon as possible, but that was much easier said than done, especially for people whose soulmates were far away.

Keep reading

Hi! Can I please request an OT7 Mafia! Soulmate! x female reader Drabble where she is at a cafe studying for her classes when she finds herself in the middle of BTS’s mafia deal (one that goes wrong). They notice she’s there, sitting innocently & terrified, all 7 walk over to her, one gently putting their hand on her shoulder, all 7 having worried eyes. They all lock eyes & the boys (& Y/n) realize their connection + they bring her home with them to their mansion + hugs, kisses, & cuddles!

“Pumpkin, are you alright?”

You couldn’t find yourself flinching when Jung Hoseok held a hand on your shoulder, not when meeting their eyes ensued endless sparks, not when the hand he held you with made your skin breathe of fire.

The way their eyes looked back into yours, widened for a bit before returning to that worried glance, you knew they understood what that meant as well.

But as you sat there surrounded by those seven mafia men, books opened for studying and a coffee cup already empty, you were reminded of how far apart your worlds were.

“Yes, I-I’m fine,” you stuttered, sitting up abruptly and managing to have your pen rolling onto the floor.

“No need to be afraid,” the leader assured you, kind eyes meeting yours.

“We’re not gonna hurt you,” Taehyung promised.

You thanked Jimin for picking up your pen and handing it to you. The second your fingers brushed, you flinched away at the electricfying feeling.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?” Jimin gasped.

You stood there rubbing at your skin for a moment, realizing skin to skin contact would summon up that soulmate bond. “No, I’m alright,” you assured him yet those worried eyes never went away. “Listen, I-” you went to grab for your books “-I have to go—”

“We’re soulmates.”

The youngest of the men said all of a sudden, hand grabbed at your arm before you could escape. When you looked back at those doey eyes, you could see that little flicker of pain he had on, almost as if he was afraid you leaving would mean he’d never see you again. But why would he be afraid of that?

You were strangers.

But you were also soulmates.

A moment of silence passed by as they watched you, wondering what you’d do. You stared down at the hand Jungkook was holding onto you with no intention of letting go just yet.

“Your world is dangerous,” your voice whispered into the silence. “How will I survive?”

“It is dangerous,” Yoongi affirmed, “but we can’t lose you, not when we’ve just found you.”

“We can protect you,” Jin said. “There are a lot of people afraid of us.”

“Please,” Jimin pled, “I—we don’t want to lose you.”

And your choice? Your choice was to give them a chance. “I’m Y/N.”

~~

Let’s play a drabble game // More drabbles here

colours | m.yg imagine

pairing: m.yg x reader { a bit of k.th }

blurb: “in a world where colour isn’t promised, you feel a sudden urge to give up on this ‘soulmate’ of yours. luckily, the universe won’t let that happen.”

a/n: I’ve always wanted to write a soulmate! au imagine but had no ideas. it’s shorter than most of my other pieces but i hope you enjoy it. and just so you know how it works, people see in black and white until they meet their soulmate and if you do anything to you body, it will appear on your soulmate’s as well.

You felt the cold air of the crispy cold autumn breeze touch your bare neck. You didn’t want to go, but couldn’t bring yourself to go back in.

You looked across the road, to see a boy with light brown hair and chocolate eyes. one monolid, one doublelid.

this was taehyung. one of your greatest friends, probably your only friend.

taehyung and you knew each other since you were three, the week he found his soulmate. the timing was a blur so initially, taehyung thought you were his soulmate. he was so happy, you let him think.

it wasn’t until a girl named Veronica started to see in colour too, once she came in contact with taehyung. you hated lying to taehyung, but you also hated Veronica. she was utterly a bitch.

you told taehyung why you lied and at first, he didn’t understand. he even stayed with veronica for a few days, until he came back to you. since then, taehyung has stayed away from his soulmate.

“i didn’t fall in love with veronica, i fell in love with colour.” he would say whenever you spoke about her. something about it was so poetic, you felt a sadness hit you.

you haven’t found your soulmate yet at twenty-one and you’re starting to think you don’t have one. was it a glitch in the universe?

“y/n!” taehyung called for you, happily as could be. you gave him a short smile before crossing the clear road.

“how’s your piece going?” taehyung asked as you both walked side by side down the pathway.

“good. i’m nearly finished, i only have to add the lyrics.” you say, looking down at your feet and memorising the way they moved. what else were you supposed to do? watch the colour of the trees? impossible.

“and- how’s the soulmate going?” He asked, knowing you didn’t want to talk about it. you stay silent and resilient.

a few months ago, at the start of summer, a few scratches of pen appeared on your arm. when you looked into it, they say that if your ‘soulmate’ does something to their body, it’s the same for you.

another rule it that you can only see colour when you meet your soulmate. if that wasn’t obvious enough.

“i told you, i’m fine and i don’t need my soulmate.” you say in a small voice. you’ve convinced yourself this for a long time.

“c’mon, don’t you want to see what colour your hair is or what colour your cat’s eyes are?” taehyung asks. you haven’t made the effort to find your soulmate. instead you’ve come to music, to help you.

“you told me, my hair is (colour) and my cat’s eyes are blue.” You sigh, to stop and look him in the eyes. taehyung realises he’s getting nowhere.

but how could he see what you see? he’s seen colour since he was three. he was an artist, you were a musician. two things people said were similar, but you were so different.

“i want you to come to the studio today with me.” taehyung offered, referring to his art studio. you nod and keep walking, still noticing the pattern of your steps.

Yoongi sighed in frustration at his piano in his lonely apartment.

this piece clearly wasn’t going so well, he kept getting stuck and couldn’t seem to remember the notes. but still, he couldn’t get the simple tune he based it off out of his brain.

Yoongi never found his soulmate. he’s seen black and white since he was born, never colour. he relyed on his friend jungkook, who met his soulmate three years ago.

he declined the universe’s offer for a soulmate and said “i can’t stick to one girl” which set yoongi off. he wanted to find his soulmate so bad, not because he wanted to see colour but because he believes once he meets his soulmate he will have so much inspiration for songs.

sometimes, he writes songs about not having a soulmate. he wouldn’t classify himself as ‘popular’ but he has charted on Billboard. people seemed to empathise with him about his soulmate songs.

if only his soulmate will ever hear them.

you put on your headphones and set your playlist of yoongi’s songs. he was your favourite artist at the moment.

as a musician, you played the piano when you gave up on your soulmate. realising this was probably the only thing that could give you joy in black and white.

you got the bus to the studio in town. you stared at the lights in traffic, you only knew that go was when the last light that lit up and red was the first light.

you made it to the studio. the modern styled building looked the same as it normally did. you walked through the doorway towards the public studio. the girl who runs the facility has a thing for taehyung so she gave him a private studio. taehyung, of course, took it as a kind gesture and nothing more.

you walk up the small flight of stairs and into the glass walled room. there, you saw taehyung on the floor, painting a canvas, studying a vase in front of him. you wave to get his attention, he sees you and invites you in.

“hey,” he smiles. you smile back and take off your headphones.

walking into the studio, it has white walls that have splatters of paint over them and a small living space with a mini fridge (since he spends most of his time here). he has soft music playing from yoongi’s new album, Lost Again.

“did you hear about yoongi’s hashtag, findmysoulmate.” taehyung asks you, wiping his hand with a cloth. you shook your head.

“i feel if he meets his soulmate his songs will go bad.” you admit, stating your opinion. taehyung shrugs and walks towards his laptop to stop playing music.

“would you like some coffee?” He asks, putting a cup into the instant machine. you nod your head and shrug.

he hands you the result of the machine. it’s a soft minty taste and has a kick of caffeine. your neck shivers from the sudden warmth.

you take this time to look down at taehyung’s piece. it’s a vase filled with wilting flowers. you can see the highlights and dark areas of the picture. you then look up at the real object and notice the similarities.

“it’s about how something so beautiful, can wilt and die like the rest of us.” taehyung explains, putting down his cup of coffee. his stained apron hangs on his neck, as he starts to grab another paint brush.

he dips the brush into a colour. you bend down beside him and stare intensely at the brush. sometimes, you wish you could train yourself into seeing colour, and not need a soulmate.

the whole “i can’t see colour and i like it like that” act can only go on for so long.

“i wish i could see colour.” you whispered with sadness in your voice. taehyung looked up at you. if soulmates weren’t a thing, you would be his.

“i wish you could too.” taehyung smiles weakly at the brush. someday, he wants to paint you and for you to see it. but unfortunately, you won’t be his then. you’ll have your soulmate.

not thinking, you slowly take the brush from teahyung and swift it against your fingertips. it feels smooth and light, like a face care cream. you felt it. you stared down at your skin.

it stained your skin, but at least you felt colour.

yoongi rubbed his stained fingers together, they were surely stained. yoongi didn’t take this in annoyance, instead he was smiling because his soulmate was somewhere.

he had heard stories that some soulmates died before they met, so they never saw colour or been in love.

thank god, that wasn’t the case so far.

yoongi placed his stained fingers against the piano and began playing. the new sound radiated off of the piano. he played mindlessly, the only thing he thought about was his fingers.

after playing, jungkook appears behind him. looking for him, he sees yoongi looking at his hand. curious, jungkook looks over his shoulder to see stained fingers.

“paint?” he asks, wondering when yoongi was using it.

“it’s from my soulmate.” yoongi says, still focusing on the finger.

“you don’t think she’s an artist, do you?” jungkook asks him. yoongi shakes his head and begins to stand, not taking his eyes off the prized possession.

“of course not. art is for people with soulmates.” he adds sadly.

you rushed down the pathway after a disastrous situation with taehyung. he tried to kiss you.

you were shocked. you looked him back in the eyes, deep regret laid there. you ran out of the building onto the street, a faint shout from taehyung called your name but you couldn’t turn back.

teary-eyed, you hold your hand to your mouth. each car passes you, one red, one white.

yoongi walks down the road with jungkook beside him, late to a rehearsal with the live band for his next concert. each car passes, one red, one white.

you don’t see where your heading, so you collide into a strangers shoulder. it startles you and you stumble back. instinctively, you whip your head around to see a boy.

with black hair, black eyes, a pale complexion and pink lips.

you could see his colours.

yoongi stares at you softly and surprised. suddenly, he saw your (colour) eyes and pinkish lips. he met you finally, his soulmate.

“you’re..” you begin the say.

“my soulmate.” yoongi finishes.

slowly moving, yoongi takes your hand in his and you see your yellow stained fingers touch. it’s soft and feels the same as in the studio earlier. you couldn’t think about taehyung anymore, only focused on yoongi.

the man you’ve seen a million times before on a screen was your soulmate. and you were his.

“what’s your name?” he asks, still staring at your perfect orbs. he couldn’t get enough of you. jungkook stood there, happily.

“y/n.” you stutter out. yoongi smiles at knowing your name.

“i know you.” you tell him and he only chuckles. wrapping his arms around your waist, your noses touch.

“I love you.” he whispers out, you gasp slightly before smiling softly.

there, he teases your lips with a soft peck but suddenly loses his nerve and kisses you deeply.

it sends electric shocks through you. you want to open your eyes and look around you, you want to see your cats eyes, are they really blue?

but you just can’t, you take this moment to love your soulmate.

taehyung then rushes down the road and sees you kissing a man. yoongi. your soulmate. his heart breaks softly, now you were truly not his. but to be honest, you never were.

once opening your eyes, you see taehyung, sad. you smile at him softly before walking away with yoongi.

walking hand in hand, your stained fingertips touching.

Sweet Dreams

BTS au one-shot

god!Yoongi x Reader Y/N

Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1,070

A/N: Another brilliant idea from @dimpled-gukkie 💜gif by @theseoks

He didn’t know you in the waking hours, yet somehow, he still managed to fall for you. He’s been called many names. Sandman. Dreamweaver. Morpheus. God of Sleep. He prefers Yoongi. The earthly name makes him feel more human and less god. Makes it seem like his wish to be with you could actually come true. Though he knows better. He can only exist to you in your imagination. In your dreams. And so he makes your dreams as beautiful as possible. As full of love as he can, so that you know how he feels about you even though he knows he could never truly be with you.

Your house is always the last one he visits in hopes that he can spend the most time with you. He slips in through your window, riding in on the moonlight when you are just on the edge of sleep. Right at the point where your thoughts begin to morph into something else. When they’re just on the brink of nonsense and your brain is too heavy to realize it. That’s when, with a wave of his hand, he conjures up his old, worn piano. A gift from his parents when he was born, the instrument is his key to unlocking dreams.

Keep reading

So Far Away

So Far Away Yoongi x Reader Soulmate AU

Author: Admin Mo

Min Yoongi loved sleep. He loved sleep more than just about anything. But he’d be darned if he ever let the others know why. Like some of the others, Yoongi had no visible sign of his soulmate. No tattoo. No timer. No red string of fate. And as far as the others knew, he hadn’t manifested anything yet. But that was a lie. Yoongi’s soulmate had manifested before almost all of theirs, it was just something they hadn’t picked up on.

And it was the reason he got so angry when the others woke him up.

Yoongi knew his soulmate pretty well, actually, considering they talked every night in their dreams. It was never for very long, what with time zones and all, but they cherished the time they shared together, however long or short it was.

The first time you met Yoongi was in high school. You had dozed off during class, and suddenly you were somewhere else. A fountain in the center of a park you didn’t recognize. There was a boy standing there dressed in white, flipping a coin into the water. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his hair a reddish brown mess.

“Hello?” You called. This place was strange. Everything had a sort of misty haze, and the sky seemed too bright. It made you dizzy if you thought about it too hard.

And then he turned around and everything felt right. His warm brown eyes, a soft confident smirk and a voice as deep as the ocean. You knew. You just…knew after looking at him for one second that this was the moment that would define the rest of your life.

Keep reading

Of Fire and Love

(Dragon! Min Yoongi x Human Reader)  (ft. Baby Jungkook + Baby Dragon! Hoseok) 

Summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of your farm. Why does the man you catch glimpses of have horns?

Tags: sort of medieval times, mentions of death/murder (both humans and dragons, other mentions of magical creatures, baby Jungkook domesticity, fluff, brief sickfic. 

W/c: 6.8K 

A/n:  so here you go, baby dragon hoseok is not in this part- but he is in the next one. I love dragons! and I love yoongi! so yeah! partially inspired by comic i saw with dragon yoongi and knight hoseok so if anyone finds it please let me know! 

- Though Yoongi is a Solitary dragon, he still has a fair amount of interaction with the dragon community, so when small settlements go missing, or there is an isolated attack on a nests and others of his kind are in need someone with finesse for fire breathing- Yoongi comes and helps. 

- The Human vs. Dragon war is as old as time. And Yoongi is no stranger to the violence- his own family was killed hundreds of years ago by a human raid- though the war has changed since then, dragons have been pushed to the edges of the world or been made to hide in some places. There are even standing truces between some kingdoms and any dragons that might be passing through. 

- He has enough interaction and care for his own kind that he cares when he finds a nest ransacked. Cursing humanity and acting instinctually, he begins to hunt the humans that have done this.

- Yoongi had tracked the scent of death to a small mountainside community- he’d flown over the old cabins and seen the fresh fletchling dragon skins hanging out to cure and started killing indiscriminately. The light of dawn was cresting over the mountains when Yoongi starts to spit his hot blue fire into the buildings.

- Yoongi walks through the wreckage of the houses he’s just burned. The rage inside of him winking out as the last life did. His long cloak rustling in the ashes as he shifts to his human form once his temper cools checking for signs of life and finding none. 

- And then a high-pitched keen, crying, underneath the wreckage of a house as the rain starts up. The baby is small but healthy as Yoongi pulls him out from underneath the wreckage, with little more than a scratch on his cheek that looks a little deep and little tears beading at the edge of large brown eyes. Yoongi doesn’t know much about human children, but if he had to guess, he’s probably older than 6 months but younger than a year. Still immobile and unable to care for himself.  

- There is a name embroidered on the edge of the torn red blanket that swaths the baby, half soaked with mud. ‘Jungkook’ it reads, fine bronze thread against the dull red. A first name or a last name- Yoongi doesn’t know. 

- The weight of the babe calms in his arms, it starts to rain, and Yoongi finds himself curled over the tope of him and shielding his face from it. He can’t find it in himself to kill the child and save him the misery of starving to death. Despite the fact that this small family of warriors had killed countless of Yoongi’s kind and all for the more malleable young dragon skins- different than the rough hide of older dragons that could not be made into fireproof clothing- this child has done nothing, taken part in no such acts of violence. 

- But the baby- Jungkook - is an unintended consequence of Yoongi’s rage, and likely- his relatives, and simultaneously Yoongi does not want him to secum to startvation like he would if yoongi left him to die and yet cannot take care of him. Yoongi is a dragon- and cannot take care of a human child.

- It almost feels like something deep within him whispers to his fire filled heart, maybe not words, but definitely, something that tells him not to leave the child to die. 

Keep reading

connection.

pairing: min yoongi x foreigner!reader fandom: bts warnings: soulmate!au (connected taste buds) ; language genre: crack word count: 1k+

summary: it is only when you see your soulmate or interact with them that your connection begins. you had lived your life in peace up until now.. now, you were a victim of min yoongi’s very spicy taste in food.

a/n: such a cool soulmate!au that I hadn’t heard of before. thank you for requesting it love, I hope you enjoy it!

The thing with this whole soulmate stuff is that you don’t actually feel a connection to your soulmate until the day you met them in one way or another.

Doesn’t matter if that meant having talked to your soulmate or simply having seen your soulmate somewhere in passing.

And maybe that was a good thing, because tasting what your soulmate was eating wasn’t always.. well.. nice.

A friend of yours, for example, hated seafood, but her soulmate, didn’t.

He kept eating sushi, oysters, crabs and whatever else you could think of and every time she tasted it in her mouth, she threw up.

Poor girl had to go to the hospital because of it and it was only when she finally found him that this whole thing stopped.

In your case, you hadn’t met your soulmate yet, so you had enjoyed life thoroughly, eating whatever the hell you wanted to eat and not giving a damn about your soulmate.

But that would change today.

“You keep staring at your phone.. do you have a boyfriend?” you wiggled your eyebrows at a friend that you hadn’t seen in years due to her having moved away after school. You had kept in touch, but your relationship wasn’t as close as it once was, so you didn’t know much about her private life anymore.

“God, I wish,” she snorted, “You’ve never heard about BTS, right?”

“Behind.. the scenes?”

“So tragic,” she shook her head a little and turned her phone around, showing you a picture of a guy you’ve never seen before, “This one is Suga. He’s the rapper of the K-POP band BTS. He just posted the picture.”

“K-POP, huh?” you smiled, “Didn’t know you got into that.”

“Everyone around me loves it. It was bound to happen at some point.”

And you see, that was that.

You didn’t talk about it anymore, she didn’t mention it anymore, the topic completely switched..

..but it was already too late.

Keep reading

love poem

— summary: for years you’ve suffered for the longest time and for years they’ve hurt without understanding the true meaning behind it all. soulmates connected through the hearts, soulmates connected through the slightest touches, and when they finally meet their last soulmate, the seven gods vowed to themselves that they will love and protect you for the rest of their immortal lives

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, angst, soulmates!au, poly!au, gods!au, god of knowledge!namjoon, god of stars!seokjin, god of music!yoongi, god of sun!hoseok, god of spring!jimin, god of ocean!taehyung, god of hearth!jungkook

— word count: 29.0K

— warnings: mentions of death, mentions of war, minor character deaths

— prompt: “It won’t be easy you know…trying to love me”

— a/n: i hope you guys haven’t forgotten the dear; sweet bubbies project. sorry i’ve been so slow on these requests but here is the second installment! for you bubs @hope122598​

Soft crispy crunches follow your footsteps as you walk among the snowy path, the wind seeming more restless than ever this morning. Little bits of snowflakes descend from the sky, falling and falling in an endless cycle for the snowy mountains will never come to understand what Spring looks like.

For days upon days and years upon years, you have always prayed to see what it will be like to live with warmth, in a home of hearth, in a shelter that can provide comfort and heat to your body and mind. But you know that as you walk up the path of the mountain, stairway long ruined since over many years ago, with the hood of your cloak constantly hoping to leave your head and the wind howling all around, wishing alone will only get you so far.

The morning sun brings no heat for you, icy particles kissing your cheeks from time to time and leaving you bright red from how cold it is.

But you’re used to this.

It’s okay. 

Keep reading

eurohoria - You are the sunlight that rose again in my life A reincarnation of my childhood dreams I don’t know what this emotion is If this place is also inside a dream

Euphoria- star gods!bts

(magic shop pt. 2) / pt. 1 / pt.3

They watched over you from the moment you left their world. A human was never meant to go there in the first place, but because you were a special case, their feelings grew out of control and they made the mistake of loving a human girl.

They had to let you go, which was why everything was set into them making you believe that it had all been a dream; the galaxy, the magic shop...them.

You had a soulmate to love, destined from the moment you were born. The numbers on your wrist had stopped working the moment you walked into the magic shop and started all over again when you “woke up.”

Bit by bit, your numbers began to slowly countdown until there was only one more day left for you to meet your soulmate.

They hated it.

But they knew nothing could be done. It was your fate to love another, they weren’t your soulmates as written in the stars. And whoever your soulmate was, he would be lucky to have you.

Jungkook watched from the skies, heart drumming more and more, aching a bit as he watched you walk casually in the park looking like the pretty girl he always knew you as, with the clock on your wrist counting down from its ten minutes.

He and Jimin looked for a man, whoever would be your soulmate, but the longer they waited, the harder it was for them.

“Jimin! Jungkook!”

They looked up as Hoseok ran up to them, confusion on their faces. “Something’s wrong with the magic door,” he told them.

“But Y/N’s about to...” the maknae trailed off, face solemn at the reminder that your soulmate shouldn’t matter to them. They shouldn’t be thinking of you in the first place.

With one last glance at your happy face walking along a greenery path, he stood up with Jimin and they walked on towards the same magic door that transported you out of their world.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin asked, seeing as the rest of them were already gathered around.

“The colors,” Jin pointed out.

It wasn’t the same bright sunlight that they were used to, the colors were blinding in shades of rainbows, glaring harder than ever.

“What is it saying?” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t know,” the leader admitted.

“We should check out its source,” Yoongi said, “see what’s wrong with it. Nothing seems out of the ordinary but I think it’s trying to tell us something.”

“Then we have no time to lose,” Namjoon nodded agreeingly. “Let’s go.”

They lined up side by side, holding hands. Although scared because it was a thing they weren’t quite used to, being by each other’s side was something that made them feel braver.

And then, they walked in towards the blinding rainbows.

Jungkook took in the scenery, a beautiful green path stood under and in front of them, bright green trees lined in two rows, making way for the path.

“This looks...” he trailed off, confused.

It couldn’t be.

They turned around slowly and then,

beep, beep, beep,

an alarm went off and there stood you right in front of them.

Your eyes widened, confused.

A sunlight that rose again in your life, a reincarnation of your childhood dreams. You didn’t know what the emotions were, if it was also a place in a dream.

It wasn’t a dream...right?

~~

song drabble game

Just to Get to You

BTS

Min Yoongi/Reader [F]

Genre: Soulmate AU, Longing, Rom.

Warnings?: Alcohol/Smoking

Words: 4.9k (not proof-read, yikes)

——————————-

The first time Yoongi saw you, he thought it was just another drunk illusion.

Min Yoongi was a known name, but it wasn’t out of any chivalrous actions that he was popular.  Some may call him infamous.  

Starting fights, seeming to drink nothing but whatever alcohol is poured into his plastic, red cup. Constantly dying his hair bright, odd colors just to give a giant middle finger to society. Getting piercings in useless places, and always letting them close up because he didn’t want to take the time to clean them piercing, expect those in his ears. He’s even purchased cigarettes before, but never smoked them.  Just placing them between his lips because he won’t resort to the idea of making his problems go away by flicking a lighter.

Min Yoongi was always making his own rules as he walked, hands stuffed into his pockets, down the same road everyday.

Keep reading