"Yeah," Hyun says, watching me over the top of the tablet.
"You're happy."
It's not a question.
I flush, sipping my coffee quickly to hide my smile.
He doesn't push it.
Just nods once - a tiny, almost invisible approval.
Because he knows.
Maybe not everything - not the word "soulmates," not the pull in my bones, not the way I already dream in seven voices and seven smiles and seven hearts.
But he knows enough.
He sees it.
Feels it.
Maybe he always did.
We spend the next hour plowing through updates - brand deals, video shoots, VR platform developments.
I take notes. I smile where I'm supposed to.
But inside?
Inside, every part of me is humming.
Like a radio tuned to a station only they can reach.
And then-My phone buzzes.
Hyun sighs.
"Go ahead. Probably your crazy fan group chat."
I smirk and glance at the screen.
And my heart stumbles.
It's not the fan group.
It's them.
A flood of texts in the shared group chat Tae made at two in the morning called
Jimin's Fan Club (Unofficial Official).
Tae
Good morning our precious baby star.
Tae
How's our favorite heart thief doing today?
Hobi
You cried more prettily than Jungkook hyung last night and that's saying something.
Jungkook
HEY. Rude but true.
Yoongi
If you need a morning song, hobi volunteered to sing 'Baby Shark' until you surrender.
Hobi
ANYTIME, BABY. I HAVE COSTUMES.
Jin
Ignore them.We made pancakes. (They're slightly burnt but made with love.)
Namjoon
Also we planned a highly classified cuddle ambush for next time. Be ready.
Y/N
We miss you already. No pressure. Just love.
I press the phone to my chest, blinking back the stupid burn behind my eyes.
Hyun watches me from across the table, smirking knowingly.
"Fans?" he asks.
I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.
"No," I whisper.
"Family."
___________________________
The rest of the morning unfolds in a blur of meetings and check-ins, but the texts keep coming.
Silly gifs.
Photos of Yeontan stealing socks.
A blurry selfie of Hobi hyung trying to balance pancakes on Jungkook's head while Yoongi hyung glares in the background.
Every message, every emoji, every stupid meme is like a golden thread pulling me back to them.
I scroll back up, rereading Y/N noona's message until the words blur,
We miss you already.
No pressure. Just love.
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