When you meet your soulmate all of your past lives flash in front of your eyes, but Jimin has only seen scraps of memories twice. Once while meeting his new classmate Taehyung, once looking into the eyes of his idol crush, world star singer Jungkook...
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"So, thank you for your hard work," Jungkook bowed his head a bit. "See you tomorrow at the show Jimin," he nodded turning around when there were glowing coals dripping down Jimin's belly. Those impressive shoulders and back he was facing were becoming smaller down the corridor.
"Jungkook!" He shouted before he could bite his tongue.
Jungkook stopped, turning around to look at him questioningly.
"Um... what are you doing now?" Jimin knew his face was burning and he was tripping on words.
"Nothing in particular, why?"
"I... um... maybe we could hang out?" He was feeling like the last idiot proposing it when Jungkook hesitated biting his lower lip.
"Ok," he muttered.
"So, um... what are we going to do?" Jimin's toes were going crazy in his shoes.
"There's a nice city view, wanna see?" Those dangerous glitters returned to Jungkook's eyes.
"Sure," Jimin was now like a torch lighting up whole New York for sure.
"So come," Jungkook chuckled.
They left down the corridor, both walking in some distance, the silence a bit awkward and Jimin wasn't even sure why he is taking that risk instead of returning to his glamorous room and dreaming about the imagination of him and Jungkook.
The company workers were pretending it's totally normal that they have taken the car through the city, but it was going into known streets, so soon they were in the underground garaged their hotel.
"I thought we're going to see a view," muttered Jimin who's skin was now tingling from fear and excitement.
"We are," Jungkook chuckled to himself leaving the car so he followed, into the elevator that took them up to the top floor of the building. The bodyguards were like shadows walking behind them stopping at a door Jungkook opened with a card.
Jimin's insides not there anymore when he stepped into a king's suite over the rooftops of Manhattan. There was a wide terrace with a long pool opening up on right when the space to the left was leading to a huge bedroom with a king size bed.
What have I agreed on, he thought desperately, but Jungkook opened the terrace door leading him outside.
"And? Do you like the view?" He asked walking towards the edge of the wall to lean at it.
"It is," Jimin was suddenly cold from the thrill stepping into that garden like space with trees lit up by reflections of water from the pool.
The wind came to play with their hair when Jimin leaned against the wall looking over the whole city and the endless areas on the other side of the bay, that abyss underneath them was ending over tiny streets and he was there again running along the castle wall, crying, sobbing, breathing in, climbing the cold stone. There were voices screaming his name, but he never listened.
