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               “—it was so sweet, he really doodled a sunflower on his skin, it was like he knew it was my favorite flower!” Mijin nearly squealed on her seat, spotting Jungkook walking back to the booth you’re both occupying with a tray filled with beverages for all of you.

It was your first time to meet your best friend’s soulmate today, finding yourself waking up to Mijin’s incessant messages that blew up your phone earlier and asking you to meet her in the diner you two have frequented since meeting as college freshmen a year ago.

Once you arrived, you cannot fathom how destiny loves kissing your best friend’s ass and granting her a soulmate who’s probably sculpted perfectly by gods above. Even you can’t help yourself but stare longingly at his sleeved arms, the fabric clinging to his big guns as Mijin’s hands seemed to coiled around her soulmate’s as he only chuckled at her.

“How the fuck did you even get lucky?!” You helplessly whined at her, who only sent you back a smug smile as she averted her gaze back to Jungkook who arrived back to their table.

“Hey,” You greeted him while he adjusted his seat close to Mijin, his doe eyes catching your attention, “Are you sure you’re not lost, maybe you’ve met the wrong soulmate—“ You suddenly felt an ache from her kick below the table. 

Jungkook only chuckled in response, raising his left forearm to show you a different drawing that can be seen from Mijin’s own forearm, “I’m pretty sure she’s the one I am destined with.”

You sipped on the vanilla milkshake you’ve ordered, face grimacing in the process as you can only confirm one common thing about them, “Yeah, I can see that both of you are sappy romantics.”

“You guessed correctly.”

Mijin gasped, eyes widening as she looked at him, “Really? Have you watched the Japanese movie ‘I Give My First Love to You’?” He nodded excitingly at her as she jumped from her seat, wrapping her arms around his neck as they gave the eyes.

“Why are you looking all that happy when the movie has a sad ending?” You were puzzled, not minding their current actions that scream PDA, you’d rather wait for an object to fly and hit their heads at the moment.

There was a silence between you and them, seeing as they continued to sip on their drinks while minding their own world as you minded your own phone, scrolling up with a pad of your finger as you checked tweets to pass the time, until one of them approach you again with a word.

You were happy, to say the least. To see your best friend finally meeting a guy who believes in the magical system of soulmates, unlike the others who are afraid of their destiny and proceeded in fucking up their life on a daily basis with one-night stands. You, however, are torn between believing and not.

You cannot see a special mark embedded on your body, not a single line nor anything that would give you at least an answer that you have a soulmate waiting for you. As what others have narrated the moment they met their soulmates, you cannot sense the same thing with your soulmate.

Or, what if you don’t have a soulmate in the first place?

The impending fear always leave you sweating and cold in the wee hours of night, waking up from a nightmare that you’ll only live and die alone for the rest of your life was enough to keep your mind running. Thinking that you’re a defective to the system.

But you’d always cling to a sliver of hope that you’ll find him or her as you cannot find neither cases nor documentaries in the city’s library about not having a soulmate; meaning no one has not ever found their soulmates. Some found theirs at the age of mid-thirties, but that was only the last case you’ve heard from news . . . who knows, maybe you’ll break the record and find your soulmate at the age of 78.

That’s if you can still live long.

“How about you, ______,” You were snapped out of your lingering thoughts, your eyes finding Jungkook’s brown ones as he continued to asked, “Have you found your soulmate yet?”

Mijin can only looked at you in pity, remembering that you shared most of your nightmare stories to her in the late nights as she also lives in the same dorm room as you within the university. She always prepares you a warm cup of tea after explaining the repetitive nightmares, and Mijin especially let you lie next to her bed, easing into a dreamless sleep after the incident.

Before she can reply, you already answered, “No, I haven’t.”

Jungkook prodded further, “Are there any indication on when or where to find your soulmate?”

Mijin lean closer to him, mumbling inaudible words as you can only guess what she has said to him by his reaction. “I—I did not mean to . . .”

You only offered a small smile at him, sighing, “It’s alright, I’m clueless as to how to meet them in this lifetime.”

“I’m pretty sure you can find him or her sooner or later,” Jungkook encouraged you, softly glancing at you as you appreciated his concern, you were glad to see Mijin is destined to a guy like him. “There are countless ways to find them, just wait for an opportunity to come.”

“Thank you.”

Mijin’s genuine smile was enough to comfort you through the day.

The night has fallen in the city of Busan, and you find yourself tailing the new couple in front as you admired the string lights hanging above the small market built with colorful stalls with varieties of tasty foods and trinkets one can only find within the town. The breeze coming from the sea only amplified the essence of the night market located by the seaside, above the sturdy wooden sidewalks built the boundary between the asphalt road and the sandy shore of the beach.

You glance forward to see the two of them detouring to another stall filled with jewelries on the right, arms linked throughout the time as their free hands were following what their eyes set upon on, be it a ring or a bracelet that’s no worth as gold or silver ones. Granted, they were cheap, but it was all the college students could afford at the moment.

“There,” You suggested the sunflower necklace hanging near the other edge of the table, the saleswoman catching the item you first spotted as she unlaced it for you, “Oh, for her,” You kindly smiled as she gazed at Mijin and handed out the necklace.

Jungkook beamed at her, “Looks pretty on you.” He unlatched the hook of the necklace, placing himself behind her as he carefully brushed Mijin’s hair away before wearing the necklace around her neck. “How much?”

The saleslady mused, “3000 won for you, I can see from the gleam of your eyes that you’ve just found her.”

“I did.” He pulled out the exact bills, purchasing the item as you see Mijin fanning herself, face crimson from the compliments coming from both her soulmate and the seller.

“Don’t you want anything, _____?” Jungkook asked you out-of-the-blue, “It's on me.”

You were taken aback, noticing that he was really a gentleman. Too sweet and kind for a guys in his age, you could only assume he’s just the same age as you and Mijin, “No thank you, Jungkook-ssi.”

You added, “That’s really kind of you.”

He only shrug in response as he interlaced his fingers with Mijin, with you standing on her other side as you went in through the stalls selling street foods, “Just taught to treat anyone with kindness.”

“You’re too sweet for this world,” Mijin piped in, smiling from ear to ear while you followed them to the nearest food stall selling spicy rice cakes. Your mouth watered at the sight and smell as she pulled you towards it.

“Come on, Jungkook’s treat.” She insisted, smirking at her next statement, “I know you can’t resist tteokbokki.”

You sighed defeatedly, “Alright, if he does insist.” somehow, you were tempted to add that you can’t also deny that you’re being offered free food. It has been your weakness, and for sure you’re easy to fall for traps or be lured in when it involves your favorite snacks.

Mijin hands you a paper cup full of the rice cakes you’ve been craving after the multiple projects you finished last week, forgetting the instant black bean noodles waiting for you back at the dorm. “Good god—“ You nearly moaned at the burst of flavors hitting homerun in your taste buds.

“They really sell the best tteokbokki here,” Jungkook claimed before ushering both of you to sit on the unoccupied table near the stall, covered by a striped green roofing cloth in case the weather turns up wet today or for the rest of the week. The three of you were too immersed with the food to even drop a comment, nearly devouring your portion of rice cake as the only thing you can only hear was the crash of the waves from afar, adding the loud sound produced by the cicadas in the area.

It was too early to claim this a peaceful night when your phone buzzed within your left pocket, placing the cup you’ve been holding for awhile as you rummage for the vibrating object out.

Sent by: Jimin 
               ‘ Are you busy? My USB got corrupted, please email me the file asap! ‘ 

That definitely killed your night, faster than Thanos could snap his fingers.

Sent by: You
               ‘ Okay, don’t worry. ‘

“Guys, I think I’ll be heading back at the dorm early,” You explained to the couple situated on the other side of the table, “I got something to send before 12.”

Mijin stood from her seat, bidding you goodbye with a hug, “I’d be back before 11.”

“You better,” You joked before glancing at Jungkook, “Please take her home safely later.”

He reassured you, “Will do, before 11.”

You waved goodbye at them on the table, weaving your way out of the night market just when you were lucky enough to hitch a ride on a bus en-route to your dorm before it leaves you to wait for 15 minutes for the next one.

Somehow the rice cake was, indeed, not guaranteed to keep your stomach from gurgling tonight when you switched on the lights near the doorway of your dorm, opening the cabinets above the mini countertop adjacent to the front door as you pulled out the instant pack of black bean noodles, also a small cooking pot before you filled it with tap water and putting it on top of the electric cooker to boil it up.

Your laptop was left open on top of your bed, showing the loading sign at the center of the screen while you were emailing the file to Jimin, explaining that he mistakenly plugged in his USB to his roommate’s laptop filled with virus. Adding his opinion that it’s because of too much porn download.

You could only laugh at his reply in the chat earlier, assuring that you’ll be sending the original file that he has to redo a bit of parts before sending it to your philosophy professor before the clock strikes 12:00 AM. Not long and you can see that it was successfully sent, and now your attention is solely on the tasty noodles you’re boiling soft tonight.

You can only bite your bottom lip at the smell of the sauce being poured over the noodles, mixing it with two of your steel chopsticks as you momentarily forget your surroundings; barely fixing the oversized shirt you’re currently wearing which shows skin from your collars to your shoulder blades.

Placing the device on top of your lap, you situated yourself comfortably within the confines of your blanket. You scrolled to find movies on Netflix while the bowl of noodles sit idly beside you, waiting to be devoured on.

Your phone buzzed against the nightstand, spotting your project partner’s name on the bright screen illuminating the dimmed room.

Sent by: Jimin
                ‘ THANK YOU!!!!! EXPECT A COFFEE FROM ME TOMORROW :D ‘

Not bothering to reply to his message, you left your phone sleep on itself as you continue to search films under their new releases. The dorm room was eerily quiet as Mijin still haven’t arrived yet, the clock mounted high on the wall in front of you struck 9:00 PM.

Through the wee hours of being alone, you found yourself immersed in the movie you chose to watch. The empty bowl of noodles was left by the small sink installed on the countertop, still not finding the time to wash it up when you can’t keep your eyes away from the laptop screen and your body wrapped around the soft blankets as the rain started to pour half an hour ago.

Your eyes were shut when Mijin arrived back into the dorm, having to bid her soulmate goodbye by the entrance considering that the building is strictly a dormitory for girls. You were sleeping soundly on your bed as Mijin prepared her clothes before sleeping, leaving you be as she also kept your laptop away before you push it off again . . . knowing that you can’t afford fixing your laptop when you’re utterly broke at the moment.

*   *   *

You felt much warmer when you find yourself conscious, assuming that morning has come to welcome the dorm room with warm rays entering through the glass windows . . . your eyes were too droopy last night to not mind the curtains left open, damn it.

But you were surprise to sense that there’s no bright light absorbed by your closed eyelids, and the warmth became too much when you feel it on your backside. Supposed that I might be facing Mijin’s bed, you internally thought as you started to peel your eyes open for another day.

You’re supposed to see Mijin’s sleeping figure in your sight but you only spotted thick, grey curtains covering the sunlight from peeking into the room. You have no recollection of the said curtains from the last time you did the laundry on bedsheets and curtains. Maybe they spotted a grey one last night from the market, another thought seemed to answer your cluelessness at the curtains when you felt a nudge behind you.

There was something heavy lying on top of your waist as you were facing sideways on the bed, your vision still blurred but you were confused with all the warmness you felt behind, and it was definitely not your blanket. You start to panic as you reached for your eyes, clearing it all from the gunk as your sight became clearer of the messy room.

Way too many black clothes littered upon the wooden flooring, seeing white sheets of paper littered on the far right corner of the room, where the small bookshelves supposed to be standing in your dorm room.

But it was not your dorm room when you see unusual things that neither you nor Mijin owns; the keyboard piano was definitely not own by any of you as you know that you didn’t partake in any piano lessons within your lifetime, same goes for the figurines displayed on top of a desktop table as you also recall not being a fan of an American basketball league.

You sat up from your— wait, not your bed too. Where the fuck am I?!

Like many horror scenarios you watched before, you attempted at slowly turning around to see what— or who is behind you. Your hands clutching at the blanket that seems to be yours, your eyes travel at a bulk figure wrapped in black comforter.

Your breath nearly hitches once you realized that there was an arm, too pale for Mijin to have, lying on top of your blanket. And the way it suddenly moves upward was enough to let yourself topple down the bed and scream, as if your life’s depending on the noise you’ve made.

The guy suddenly woke up from your noise, brows furrowed and words in his mind were collected to scold his fellow roommate. But the noise was too feminine of a screech to notice that you exist in the same room as him.

“WHO ARE YOU!?”

The guy sat up from his bed, leaning his figure against his arm propped out as he glanced at you in an angry demeanor, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?” he drawled.

Feeling exposed to his unfamiliar stare, you coiled your blanket around you tighter than before, “I-I don’t know, where am I?”

“Uhh, in my room? How did you get in here, anyway?”

You babbled, “I really don’t know I— I’m really lost, I was sure that I entered the right dorm last night. . .”

“Please get out of here before I call the police.” he spoke with hard tone, unusual to hear as if he’s not from. . .

“I am still in Busan, am I?” He was almost close to reach for his phone in his nightstand when a word from you surprised him even in the early mornings of being grumpy.

He looked at you quizzically, “No, you’re in Daegu.”

“WHAT?!”

“Stop screaming, woman!”

“— How can I be in Daegu when I . . .” Your eyes found his again, suddenly feeling the overwhelming rush within your body, going haywire. The guy who was still slumped on the bed also felt the surging rush, his posture turning straight as he was taken aback at you.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe in the magical system of soulmates, but he didn’t anticipate to meet the person he was destined with in his room. So much for taking relationships slow-paced when he has slept with you on the same bed that quick. 

However, you felt conflicted on whether to believe he’s your soulmate or not when you can clearly remember that there was no recorded incident of a soulmate finding their significant other through teleporting places. But why did you teleported in the first place?  

The same question burned through his mind at the same time, making him clearly conscious even without a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. Perhaps he . . .

“I thought of my soulmate— I guess you, last night.” He spoke, breaking the eerie silence within the room as you believed him. You felt like he was telling the truth.

“Wait, last night . . . oh,” You paused, crimson blush spreading on the apples of your cheeks as he was horrified at your statement.

“Not in that way you dolt,” He clarified quickly, “I was writing lyrics last night.”

You only sighed in relief, scanning the room before you asked, “What’s your name?”

“Min Yoongi.” His right hand travelling at his nape, feeling all too shy all the sudden as he brushed his fingertips against his hair.

You cleared your throat before responding your own name, “ ___  _______”

Both of you were suddenly quiet, minds still sinking the newfound information as you stood up and his gaze following your movement. “Look, I need to go back . . . I can’t miss the coffee treat from my friend.” You chuckled, lightening up the mood with him considering that he’s your soulmate.

“There’s a bus stop nearby,” Yoongi suggested, until he realized where you are located, “You can’t go out through the front door, this is an all-boys dormitory.”

“Can’t I just teleport back? I don’t know think of me back in Bu—“

All it took was a blink, and you found yourself in the confines of your dorm room. The room you are in right is much warmer than his back in Daegu as you spotted Mijin still sleeping soundly on her bed, black ink scribbles littered her forearm as you thought of how unique their connection is to their soulmate.

While you have the coolest one yet; Teleporting.

You can’t help but think of Yoongi, he was all too adorable in the shirt a bit bigger than his. As if you could already see the squint of his eyes and his nose scrunch from disturbing him in his sleep— oh . . .

“I was about to fall back asleep,” He was on your bed, right beside you. His face adorned the same features you found adorable when you can’t help but lean in to give him a kiss on his cheek before returning him back to Daegu.

Even your subconscious was astonished at your confidence to give him a kiss right then and there, never establishing a label on your relationship yet even if you’re each other’s soulmate and yet you’re taking it way too quickly.

“Okay, you’re far too annoying to become my soulmate.” He groaned after he teleports from his own room to your dorm room way too many times in just a minute, and you were having fun to test out if that’s how your connection works with him.

He suddenly reached for your hand within your blanket, figuring that he won’t go nowhere when he’s physically touching you.

It would be a lie if you deny that your heart’s racing when you feel his skin, cheeks burning hot as he kept on interlacing his fingers with yours when you attempt to get rid of him by thinking of him back in Daegu and back in his room. Yet your thoughts were futile as he only stares at you, and you were too shy to face him after taking advantage of this ability. Bet I deserved this flustering state after the shit I pulled with the kiss on his cheek.

A gasp caught both of your attention, glancing behind him to see Mijin wide eyed at Yoongi. “What is a guy doing in here?!”

“I— He’s my soulmate.” You explain as he leaned onto you, whispering about bringing him back into his room while letting go of your hand. Your heart nearly deflates at his action, teleporting him to Daegu again. He’s gone faster than Mijin could blink. “Uh, teleportation.”

“That’s fucking cool,” Mijin drawled in response, “I—I never meant to scare him away, you know.”

“I know.” You try to refrain from thinking about him again, afraid that Yoongi might become upset with you and your antics. “He’s Min Yoongi from Daegu.” Your mind’s a wonder at not bringing him back into your dorm again at this moment.

“Quite far, but at least you won’t even struggle in a long distance relationship.” She chuckled before standing up from her bed.

“I’m glad that you found your soulmate.”

“Me too.” You meekly reply before she invites you for breakfast.

*   *   *

Was I too harsh?, Yoongi immediately thought of your crestfallen face after he requested you to bring him back to his own room, in a blink and he was back in the comfort of his bed and yet he felt the lingering loneliness for the first time in his room. So this is how it feels like, he thought as he lies back on his bed with a hand propped behind his head.

He never meant to upset you when he urged to go back, or even when you kept him teleporting from one place to another as he grew dizzy, nauseous from travelling beyond the time. He refrains himself from needing your presence to explain himself as you’re probably busy with your dorm mate, though he didn’t catch her name.

But there’s a part of him deep within that’s hoping for you to think of him, so that he’d at least play it off cool and avoid all the awkward confrontation he’s planning to say. However, five minutes have already gone by and he was sure that you didn’t want to talk to him at this moment.

Or maybe she has morning classes to attend . . .  

And he left you at the back of his mind for the meantime, not wanting to cause an incident that might hinder you from focusing on your classes today as he, too, starts his day preparing a hefty breakfast before going to one of his class lecture on 1:00 PM.

Meanwhile, you’ve already received the coffee treat from Jimin in the morning, stumbling upon the same café you and Mijin went to as he immediately purchased a drink for you and him.

“Thank you!” You replied before he rushes off the shop to get to the lecture hall before getting late. Thankfully yours and Mijin’s schedule starts on 9:00 AM, still leaving half an hour to spend freely with her. She immediately filled you in stories of what happened after you left yesterday, the thought of your soulmate disappearing for awhile as you immerse yourself into her talking.

It’s not that you’re upset at him or anything, you dearly missed his presence after finishing all your classes for the day. You also wondered if he got to finish his classes today as you can see the evidence of the opened books lying on his desk when you observed his room earlier in the morning, assuming that he might be a music major.

Surprisingly, you still haven’t brought his presence into the room yet when your mind’s lingering of any stuff you can vividly remember in his room, carefully not to think of him and his face. The essence of lavender wafted through your dorm room when Mijin turned the diffuser on when she got back. And now that she’s off to meet Jungkook again, you were left alone with your laptop open to seek for a new movie to spend the night with.

You were in the middle of bunching up the pillows on your bed when you found yourself holding Yoongi’s pillow instead, you were back in Daegu again.

“I’m sorry I made you upset I— no wait,” And then you heard another ‘tsk’ from him as he was fidgeting on his feet, never knowing that he accidentally brought you into his room again as you only stare at his back facing you. “ ______, I’m sorry about earli— what are you doing here?”

His mouth was agape when he suddenly turned around to find you on his bed, again.

You averted your eyes from his, looking around the room as you meekly replied, “I should be the one asking that. . .” There was a pregnant silence between the two of you while Yoongi seemed to be recollecting the words he has been trying to memorize before you came too early. Damn these thoughts, he internally groaned as he started to speak.

“I’m sorry about earlier— er, I’m not really good at meeting new people, most especially if they raise their voice at me the first time.” He admitted, his eyes found burning a hole on the flooring of his room.

You raised your brows at him, “Pretty sure that’s what I did to you earlier in the morning.”

“Well, you’re an exception; you’re my soulmate.” Even that word made you both flustered at the realization that, well, you’re meant for each other.

You bit your bottom lip, sneakily glancing at him as you found him doing the same, “Oh . . . it’s okay, you know, about earlier.” Your voice was fading inaudibly, word from word, finding the courage to look at him.

“Shall I bring you back to your dorm room?” He kindly asked you, until you remember what you were about to do tonight.

With the newfound courage within you, you invited him, “Perhaps you want to join me binge-watching on Netflix? If you’re not busy or anything, but if you are it’s fi—“

“Sure.” He gave you a small smile, enough to make your stomach tingle at how he looks oh-so-adorable with the unruly, dark hair of his. You can nearly associate him with a feline creature, minus the fluffy ear and tail.

“Are you sure that’s your only intention of doing tonight with me?” He joked all of the sudden. But instead of a giggle from you, all he received was his pillow chucked right onto his head.

Bullseye.

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              A month has passed since you and Yoongi met; since you woke up in his room beside him. You two have been in a couple dates during the first four weeks, either exploring the city of Daegu with him or going on the seaside in the city of Busan with him.

You also figured out how he was too quiet at the first few double dates with Mijin and Jungkook, having to meet new people always made him wary but he was glad to find you beside him throughout the time, holding his hands tenderly.

He tried oh-so-much to not blush that night, always giving half-assed excuses which only made you giggle.

And now, you insist on celebrating the first month with him tonight, to which he begrudgingly complied with your request despite trying coaxed you into not doing what you plan. It’s not that you planned an extravagant celebration but rather you only prepared take-outs and Netflix projected on a beam projector that you borrowed from Jungkook.

Granted, he never knew what you really planned until he got teleported into your dorm, right beside you on your bed— wait.

“This isn’t your bed, it’s too big.” Yoongi muttered, glancing at your rising figure from the bed to adjust the projector. The dark viridian knitted sweater you’re currently wearing was too big for you, and it reminded Yoongi of something similar to his clothing, perhaps you’ve also got the same clothing?

“Is that my sweater?” He asked you, turning around to look at him before directing you gaze at what you’re wearing.

And all you gave him was a sheepish smile before bouncing back on the big bed. You figured to push yours and Mijin’s bed to give more space for both of you, giving that your twin bed isn’t enough to place the foods between you and him.

“I placed our beds together, so that these,” You pulled at the pizza box and various snacks that littered the end of the bed, “are within our reach.”

“Yeah, but why place these between us.” He bluntly replies to your reasoning, too late to realized that he indirectly wants to be closer to you throughout the night.

“You miss me too much,” You cooed at his blushing face, immediately raising his left hand to cover most of his face from your gaze. In such a short month, you’re finding yourselves being comfortable with each other, as you climbed over him to cup your hands on his face instead of his. “Now scoot over, I can’t quite fit between you and the food.”

“No, you already have your space over there.” He whined, not wanting to move further.

“No, you want me here so now scoot!”

You find yourself snuggled beside him, feeling the tingling sensation on your stomach as he placed his arm over your waist. One arm propped beneath his head to see the movie starting, somehow forgetting the food delivered beforehand, not wanting to be separated from each other that time.

It was a much needed break from all the works given by your professors; momentarily forgetting the files and documents either stacked on your desks or littered on your desktops in numerous yet unexplainable file names. While your phone is left on silent by the nightstand, his was located back in Daegu, purposely leaving it so his attention is all poured to you tonight.

The weather still feels cold at the first few days of Spring, being coiled around in his embrace was the warmth you’ve been seeking for days when neither of you can’t visit each other due to deadlines of papers; it was the warmth that one could not compare to the shitty vent that supposed to heat up the dorm rooms in this building.

The room was eerily quiet from your voices, the only noise accompanying both of you was the dialogues and sound effects from the movie both of you are currently engaged in.

* * *

The next time you met each other was a week later, spontaneously asking him to attend the Cherry Blossoms festival in Busan with Mijin and Jungkook. Considering that he was already in-touch with the latter person, he quickly agreed.

“You look pretty.” A simple statement from him gave you butterflies, your eyes widened as he barely compliments your outfit, the last time he did that was at your very first date. He, too, find himself lacking for you as he compared himself to his roommate, Kim Taehyung. He’d always compliment things way too much, and Yoongi only seen it as his way of appreciating art considering that he’s a fine arts major . . . not until he got introduced to Taehyung’s soulmate, and figured that she was the receiver of Taehyung’s appraisal.

To make it simple: Yoongi was jealous.

Even if both of you haven’t dropped those three words yet, his tongue already itched to say it verbally to you.

He suddenly felt a bone-crushing hug from you, nuzzling your head close to his chest as he was clueless as to what he had done to receive this from you.

“I love you too, Yoongi.” And that was enough to make him breathless at that moment. He thought it out loud, audible for you to reciprocate those common words that seemed to be imprinted within his mind and heart, further confirming that you were the one destined for him. He had never felt this kind of way; the feeling was too overwhelming yet pleasant, almost soothing for him to fancy.

Yoongi leaned closer to you, wanting to fill all the gaps between you as he wanted to feel you closer. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he whispered the words again, “I love you, ______.”

A flash of light bounced off the walls was quick to snap both of you out of your little world, finding Mijin on the doorway with a light blue polaroid within her grasp, a small print slipping out of the device as she went closer to give it to you and him, “You guys are too cute to bother but we might be late for the festival.”

The polaroid was slowly filling in the colors of the walls, the sky as seen from the windows, and the two figures embracing each other. “You want to keep this?” You asked him, but he was quick to shake his head.

“No, keep it instead.”

“I’ll just send a picture of it to you later.” You told him before putting it safely inside the drawer on your desk, knowing that one way or another he’ll ask for it.

You were about to drag him with you out of the dorm room until he spoke, “You know I can’t go out there.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Not long and both of you were reunited again, having to appear in a blink of an eye beside you as both of you went over to Mijin and Jungkook, waiting for the bus to come. Jungkook quickly gave over the seat to you, seeing that he also wanted to talk with his hyung as you gladly take the unoccupied seat and talk with Mijin.

“Are you guys ok with a seafood restaurant tonight?”

“Oh, you don’t know how much Yoongi loves seafood.”

* * *

There are times where you and Yoongi should think of each other to a bare minimum. After all, you can’t make him appear in-between classes that you find too boring. Both of you agree to tell each other beforehand through messages, so as to avoid interfering in nights meant for studying. You respected times when neither of you can’t spend too long with each other when there are errands to run, but you always end the day calling him before you sleep.

Finals was already lurking at the corners, and you found yourself busy catching up to other subjects since you lacked notes. Thank god for an attentive partner, Park Jimin. He was your lifesaver; your salvation to pass this year. It was the only subject that made you crack your skull, having too much formulas to memorize and procedures to figure out.

And that was enough to stress you through that one night, you longed for Yoongi’s presence after finishing one lesson before going to another. Never knowing coincidentally, Yoongi was also longing for your presence at that same time.

Despite of the conflict of who’s to teleport, Yoongi’s longing was much . . . stronger than yours, on a different context.

You found yourself within his room instantly, on top of him and underneath the blanket where he’s situated in.

His eyes widened when he found you, nearly horrified as your eyes widened, too. It was not because of how you arrived unexpectedly on top of him, but the fact that you felt a strained bulge right on your crotch.

Yoongi was fucking horny for you.

Instead of grinding to intensify his mood, you burst out laughing. “Oh my god, you think too much of me!”

“Yah! Get off, ____!”

 “No.” You were a giggling mess, wholly interrupting his masturbating session as he felt less hard than before.

But you were able to bring back the mood after a minute. So much for de-stressing yourself tonight, at least you’re not alone.

* * *

“Where do you wanna go?” Your fingers brushed through the unruly dark hair of his, lying on his bed as his head rest atop your chest. At first, he was hesitant of the sudden change of position, but knowing that he just finished a whole hell of exams he seeks for your comfort in the late nights.

He was already in his fourth year, soon to be graduating while you still have a year left to finish college. Yoongi’s delighted to finish years of schooling, already finding himself a job somewhere in Seoul, that’s if he is eligible for graduating the next month.

You know that he’d be able to graduate, you’re just contemplating on what kind of graduation gift to give to him. You’ve been saving money since last year, but your mind’s still out of ideas on what to buy for him as a graduation gift.

“I don’t know . . . where would you wanna go?” He returned the same question you’ve asked him, glancing at you with those feline-like eyes.

You hummed, “Japan maybe?”

“Japan’s nice.” He snuggled further onto you, arms wrapped around your torso as his legs were also on top of yours; nearly curling up to you.

“Hyung, are you— oh” Both of you spotted Taehyung on the doorway, jaw agape at your appearance within the room as you only offered a wave of a hand to Yoongi’s roommate (only until next month). “Was about to ask Yoongi hyung if he wants the ramen I cooked.”

“Later.” Yoongi only replied, waving him off goodbye as both of you heard a click, confirming the door was shut. “— I want something different now.”

His eyes gleamed almost darkly at you, his hands become restless around your body as you tried to stop him from what he’s might be planning. But it turned out to be something different from your expectation as you felt his fingers jabbing at your weak spots, causing you to squeal.

“Stop tickling me!”

He was quick to change the mood despite him almost at the brink of dozing off earlier, the tickling session lasted for a few minutes until he grew tired yet satisfied with the mellifluous laugh you emitted. “Hey ____,”

You only hummed in response, still breathless and your heart continues to beat erratically.

“I love you.” His efforts of hiding his expression was futile, seeing a smile crept up on his face before you cupped his cheeks and leaned closer to kiss him, with him still hovering above you as you pulled him close by his shoulder. The mind-blowing feeling each time your skin touches his never ceased even after a year of being together; even to this day.

Not long and both of you were out of his room, seeing the kitchen and the living room unoccupied as you both prepared your own servings of the now— soggy ramen Taehyung prepared beforehand. Your plan for his gift was still unanswered within your mind; still contemplating on whether to pursue going to Japan or just buy him any other things he might like.

With the time you’ve had alone earlier in the bathroom, you soon found out that the only available flights to Tokyo was insufficient to your budget on your phone. You panicked internally on how to go to Japan together with only one ticket that you could afford, and you don’t want him to spend for his own ticket.

Maybe he could go alone. Or not.

“____, let’s eat.” Yoongi called out for you, already situating himself in front their television. You found yourself still inside the kitchen as you gathered your utensils before going into the living room, before he could even press play.

He looked at you, “It seems like your mind’s preoccupied. Want to talk about it?”

“No, I’m alright.” You quickly ate your food, to prevent him from further questions. Meanwhile he’s gotten worried for you, but decided not to prod you anymore and would only wait for the time when you’ll finally open up for him, figuratively.

He kept you within his arms throughout the night, letting you sleep comfortably next to him before deciding to bring you back to Busan.

The next week, you spent waiting on your laptop to appear a cheaper flight option scheduled in mid-June; days after his graduation. You have to make a decision tonight, before the tickets get sold out. He has informed you that he’d be moving to Seoul the fortnight after the graduation ceremony, which only gave you fewer options and time to seek for it.

Yoongi hasn’t texted you tonight, meaning that you won’t be finding yourself with him tonight. He unintentionally gave you enough time to decide on things as you found the ball of your foot bouncing against the floor.

“You seemed agitated,” Mijin spotted your figure hunched over your desk, “Still can’t find tickets? You know I can lend you money, right?”

You sighed, a frown upon your face as you faced her, “I know, it’s just . . . I don’t like the feeling that I have a debt from anyone— even from you.”

“Won’t teleportation work if either of you are outside the country? I mean it works smoothly from here to Daegu. “ she suggested, going towards your desk and sneakily grabbed potato chips from the aluminum bag.  

“I don’t know if it’ll work, this is the first time that we’ll be going out of the country.”

With her mouth still munching the food, she replied, “Pretty sure it’ll work, thought. Trust me and the whole magical connection with your soulmate.”

You were swayed by her words, finding confidence to believe that this might work. After all, nobody can ever stop the destiny from finding its ways to bring you back to your soulmate.

* * *

Finally, the grand day has arrived for Yoongi; he was to graduate the hell out of college. Throughout the ceremony, his eyes always found yours from afar; seeing you interact with his parents happily was enough to make his heart flutter.

You're dressed in a bright yellow sundress that day, flattering your complexion as he can’t take his eyes away from you all throughout the event . . . to the point where the people sitting beside him nudge his figure as he was called up on stage to receive his diploma. And you could only inaudibly laugh at his ignorance towards the whole event.

Your hands equipped the bouquet of flowers you bought earlier with his parents, and they insist that you should be the one to give it to him at the end of the event; the bouquet was filled with white carnations, as simple as what you feel he would want to receive. You’ve brought along a quaint white purse of yours, containing a small brown envelope as your graduation gift for him.

And you need to tell him about the plan Mijin has suggested too.

After the dragging hours of the ceremony, the rest of the graduates were able to fill out to the exit of the auditorium. Luckily, you and his parents were able to get out and wait for Yoongi by the courtyard beside the auditorium, where almost all graduates and their family is also located to start their photo session. Not long and you can already spot his figure descending the stairs, turning towards to his left when his eyes were able to find yours within a minute.

From your peripheral vision, you could already see his mom bringing out a digital camera, “Come on, son, stand next to Y/N.” was the first thing you’ve heard once Yoongi arrived.

“Congratulations, Yoongi.” You beamed, handing the bouquet towards him as you felt his hand brushed against your hold on the object. You two stand together in front of the camera his mom’s holding, a flash surprising your eyes.

His hand never let go of your grip on the flowers as it’s placed between you and him, “Thank you.” He meekly uttered towards you before his mom suggested you to take their picture next. Holding the camera carefully, you took a shot of the family minus his brother; for he was, unfortunately, out of the country.

“I might be able to send this to your brother later.” His mom informed Yoongi as she took the camera back into her grasp, your head leaning in to see the pictures taken today as you felt his arms wrapped your waist from behind.

Yoongi, however, can’t resist but pull you closer. Surprising you with a kiss on the cheeks as you heard his father snorted at his son’s antics towards his soulmate; you. You can’t help but only blush as his father witness the whole thing, wanting to smack your soulmate in return.

“So, let’s go eat dinner.” Yoongi’s mom mused at both of you before turning around with her husband, both of you tailing them from behind as your hand intertwined with his.

You and his family arrived at a well-known barbeque restaurant. Having the chance to reserve a table a week before by his parents, all of you were lucky to not be included in the queue near the porch of the restaurant. Loud chatters and the cool air of the AC welcomed you and him once entering the building, being led by a waiter who responded to his mother’s request for a reserved table.

In no more than thirty minutes, you were already having a delight conversation with him and his parents, the food continues to pile on the table; steaming hot as the savory smell wafted through the table, making your stomach grumble inaudibly.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” Yoongi groaned, getting ahold of his chopsticks as all of you started eating.

In the middle of the feast, you cleared your throat before saying something to him, “I’ve got a present for you!” you pulled out the envelope and handing it to him.

His hands fidgeted to open it, “We’re going to Japan?”

“Yeah, since you’d wanted to.”

He only shows you a giddy smile, excitement through his veins at the thought of him travelling overseas with you, his soulmate. Not that it’s on his bucket list, but the mere fact that he could get to enjoy travelling with someone like you.

“Would you keep this for me in the meantime.” He returned the ticket, considering that he didn’t bring any bag with him.

“I almost forgot to mention another thing.” You muttered whilst safely putting the ticket back, feeling his gaze back on you. “I may or may not have a ticket for myself.”

“What? Why?”

“Well I want you to try to take me there just like how we do these past few months.” You reasoned out.

His brows only furrowed further, “Would that even work?”

“As long as you think of me, I think it’ll do.”

“We can’t risk it. Can’t you buy another ticket?”

“That’s the thing. . .” You don’t have enough money left to spend for another ticket.

“Well I could buy you one, don’t worry.”

“Don’t you trust me? That you can be able to bring me there?” You urged him to believe you.

Yoongi can’t believe that you were really taking the risk, not knowing of what will be the outcome. As much as he was excited to come, he wanted you also to come with him. His mind was already even creating an itinerary for both of you there; he can’t bear the thought of you not being with him in a foreign atmosphere, let alone a country.

“Of course I trust you.” He gently replied, his thumb caressing over the back of your hand.

“If it doesn’t work, then I’ll get to an earlier flight to Tokyo right away.” You reassured him.

“And I’ll pay for it.” Just to experience this with you. 

The day has arrived for both of you, with clothes all packed in suitcases as you help him in packing his own as he refused help from either his mother or you— well he gave up on prohibiting you after insulting his skills in packing.

“You don’t just stuff it all and expect the suitcase to close, idiot.” You teased him, properly helping him to fold clothes and roll the others to maximize the space within the luggage.

“It worked one time.”

You giggled, “Honey, it didn’t earlier.”

“By the way, I found an available flight from the website. In case.” He still worries despite the small talk with him nights ago.

“I’ll wait for your message in front of my laptop tonight.” You hummed, placing the last of his clothes before zipping it shut. “You have to go, can’t miss it.”

He only sighed, his eyes averting from the suitcase that stood beside him to you, who’s still sitting on his bed back at his parent’s home; They were nowhere to be found by the time Yoongi teleported you into his childhood home, probably out into their workplace for the day.

“I’ll text you instantly when I land,” He went to you, bidding you goodbye with a sweet kiss on your lips before you found yourself blinking against the sunlight back at your empty dorm room.

You still have to wait for three hours; to wait until he steps on the land of Japan, to wait until he gives you the message.

The grey suitcase of yours stood idly next to your desk, already filled with what you needed when you arrived there. You were sure that even objects can be teleported also, as long as it’s only in your grasp at the moment.

The sun seen from your window began to set after the hours of waiting, your phone instantly rang with a notification from him.

Sent by: Yoongi

                ‘ Are you ready? ‘

You replied a simple ‘ Okay ‘, already holding on your suitcase as you closed your eyes. You yourself was also curious as to why you preferred to shut your eyes, the only thought in your mind was to meet him even if you’re literally a country apart.

“Babe.” You heard his voice the first second that passed, and you can’t help but gasped as your eyes fluttered open to see his, adorning the gummy smile you love.

You delightfully replied, attacking him with a hug, “WE DID IT!”

“We did.” He chuckled gleefully as he wrapped you within his arms tighter than he used to, both of you were engulfed in happiness to see each other again even if he had seen you only hours ago.  For him, it felt more than decade to be without you.

And you can say the same.