Bucket List || Jikook

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The auditoirum was full as the vast crowd sat by the seats quietly. The golden lights filled the stage, slow beats of ballad music echoing the whole area as Jimin stood in the middle of the stage.

His white dress shirt silky and loose. His hair a wavy mess and mopped by his forehead. He heavily panted, scared and nervous. The fear of everything eating him alive from inside. Just poisoning him like acid.

But then, he looked by his right. Jungkook was standing right there. His brown hair dry and his shirt almost translucent. He stood by his side and Jimin visibily relaxed like Jungkook was his living antidote.

He was here. He missed him.

Jimin smiled as he placed his hand on his heart. Jungkook gripped the mic in his hand as he placed his other hand on his own chest.

Jimin's gaze lowered down to Jungkook's open wrist and he noticed the pitch black soulmate mark, tattoed like he had just got it, just like it was 13 years ago.

But, if Jungkook's was black.

Then why was Jimin's red..?