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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"I'm breaking up with you," there were tears glittering in the corners of Jungkook's eyes when Jimin woke up by his own scream.
It was completely dark outside, his room unfamiliar for the first seconds. It has been two weeks since he had come back, two weeks of total silence from Jungkook, but Jimin had decided to be stubborn and not call his number to beg him to be laid. Now that vivid nightmare has woken him up so he washed the sweat off his forehead checking the time. One am, was it inappropriate to visit Namjoon now? Definitely, but he was sure he won't find any more sleep, so he got up to change the pajamas for some comfortable training clothes.
Hopefully parents won't wake up, he was hot and cold sneaking out of the house to leave into the humid night air. Most subway line were closed at that time so he used his pocket money for a cab.
Are you missing me or not at all? His thoughts were cloudy when he was watching the night city, the endless highways.
"Wherever you go or look the city has no end."
"Yes, it's strange."
"So you have been lost to?"
"I guess I'm still lost," the conversation about Seoul with Jungkook sounded in his head.
Maybe I don't need the memories of my past lives, Jimin wondered, maybe what I've been through so far can add up for a thousand lives.
Fortunately the cab slowed down stopping in front of Namjoon's block of flats.
"Thank you. Goodnight," Jimin left the car quickly to reach that house, a couple was opening the front door so he grabbed it slipping inside, taking the squeaking elevator to Namjoon's floor. What was he even doing here, searching for answers in that chaos. What will it be good for if the card I will pick will be The Guardian of Heaven, my stupid antisoulmate who hasn't spoken a word to me since two weeks. Some anger was raising underneath his skin when Jimin was stomping down the corridor to reach Namjoon's door and knock.
There was no answer, so he banged at the door louder. Time was passing, but no one came and he kicked the door out of frustration.
Still nothing was moving in the flat. Great! Wasn't Namjoon at home? From what Jimin has known, his friend had no one else he was close with, he also wasn't a big fan of leaving his flat other than necessary.
"That's so strange," whispered Jimin giving in, walking back to the elevator, to take it downstairs.
In front of the building he ordered another taxi, cursing himself for spending so much money without a reason.
Three minutes later the cab rolled into the street so he sprinted this way getting in. Now he will just go home staying with those nightmares, the emptiness in his heart, that tearing longing.
'Don't you miss me?' He typed a text to The Guardian of Heaven pressing send.
Now he was making a complete idiot of himself again.
The phone lit up and his heart double jumped.
'Who's writing is missing, wink.'
'You've wrote back,' now Jimin was thankful for the darkness in the cab that was covering his stupid blushes.
'I'm alone at home, singing karaoke. Have nothing better to do than to annoy you,' Jungkook texted back immediately.
"Ah!" Jimin sighed, you're so bad, he finished in his mind.
'Wanna se the best Soul view?' Another text came raising glowing lava in his insides.
'Ok,' the typed back ignoring the tingling in his throat.
'Go to Lotte Tower.'
"What!" Jimin almost screamed catching the driver's attention. "Um, Sir. Can we change the route I will pay extra."
The man nodded switching the navigation.
"The new destination is Lotte Tower," muttered Jimin trying to stay calm but his body was already on fire wishing for nothing more than to be in Jungkook's arms again. The city so different so suddenly when they were taking a highway over Han River towards the richest areas. What games are you playing with me? Why is it me always begging, he wondered, still no reason could stop him. Soon the cab moved towards the back entrance to the hotel of the highest building in Seoul. It looked so inappropriate slowly moving between the most expensive cars. There was a man in a suit opening the cab's door.
"Mr. Park, please enter then follow the assistant upstairs," he muttered, so Jimin nodded leaving with a pounding heart.
The people coming in beside him were looking like some billionaires of Seoul, all glancing at his used training clothes. Jimin was feeling so out of place entering a huge lobby where a man with a Hype pass approached him.
"Come," he muttered leading him behind the security desk towards an elevator he operated with a card.
What have I gotten myself in, wondered Jimin being lifted in that silver cabin to floor 90, the same man was leading him down a corridor to open a suite and press the card into the holder when several lights exposed a room over a 100 square meters big with a window wall over the endlessness of night Seoul.
"Mr. Jeon will be here soon, please wait for him. In the meantime you can order anything you like, it's all on us," the man bowed then left him all alone in that splendid room. Jimin knew all too well this location was one of the most prestigious, so he hesitated before leaving his shoes in the hallway, his socks letting the cold of the marble floor through when he approached the huge couches and sat down. Waiting was all he could do now. Were my past lives like that too, the prince showing me heaven to make me jump the castle wall in the very end?
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