||SOULMATE ♛ MYG || AMBW ||

·epilogue·

“This was done on purpose.” Michelle grumbled as she took a sip of her drink. I looked at her curiously. “What are you talking about?” She glared at the older people across the room. “We were made to stop aging at 20 so we could get agitated. Just one year before we’re allowed drink alcohol. This is absolutely ridiculous!” she ran her hand into her hair before getting up abruptly. “I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be back.” I watched briefly as her figure disappeared into some hall of the club.

She’s probably right. The best motivation is the guarantee of getting something you want. I don’t really want anything though. Which is just one of the reasons I’m still 20. And why I’ve been 20… for 15 years. But I’m not bitter I just don’t really like anyone, let alone love. The thought of finding my soulmate never really crosses mind as much as it “should” and despite the fact that I can’t enjoy as much of life as I would like, I’m not in the least bit bitter. Yeah. Not bitter. At all…

My serene thoughts were disturbed by the sound of breaking glass, causing me to snap my head to where the sound was coming from. I looked behind me and saw two girls pushing up on some Asian guy who looked to be very uncomfortable by their presence, but no broken glass. He seemed familiar for some reason, but I’ve never seen his face.

Well that’s a first.

I wanted to ignore the situation, but I found myself continuing to look back at them. The boy had a pair of headphones in his hand, a backpack and a large duffel bag in his area. One of the girls tried to pry the headphones out of his hand, but he was holding onto it for dear life.

I saw the other woman put a miniature white pill in his beverage that quickly disintegrated into nothing. I rapidly returned my attention to my drink. Drink…

I looked back hesitantly once again and saw him reach for the cup. Unconsciously, I raised up and headed towards them. Time to put my acting skills to the test.

“Hey babe…? Who are these two?” I pointed at the women, trying to be as perplexed as I could. The women paid no attention to me but the boy stared at me with the slightest bit of confusion in his eyes. I winked at him hoping he would the gist yet he continued to stare at me, frozen with the contaminated refreshment in his hand. When he looked me in the eyes, an even stronger sense of familiarity overcame me.

“Yo. Are you girls deaf? Back away from my man.” Finally one of the two hookers regarded me but she just smirked. Now the guy was extremely confused. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Babe?” he finally talked. And damn, did this man sound sexy. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t seem to have talked in some time but it was raspy and deep and- okay I’ll stop there. He gradually brought the beverage to his lips.

In fear that he would consume it, I rapidly snatched it out of his hand and spilled equal parts on both of the girls’ heads. They shrieked in surprise, immediately getting up and running off, probably to the bathroom. The boy was almost completely emotionless yet I could distinguish a sign of relief on his face as he watched the women scurry away.

“And you are…?” he started off, waiting for my answer. “Khari. And you?” He look as though he was contemplating something before talking. “Yoongi. Babe?” he questioned and I chuckled.

“I pretended like you were my boyfriend so I’d have a reason to be approaching the situation and not look like some nosy ass hero. Well, I’ll be on my way.” I was about to turn around when he grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the couch, which was still slightly wet.

This was not the only thing that made me uncomfortable. A little thing called personal space was not being respected in the littlest bit. Yoongi smirked as he saw my eyes widen at the so very short distance between our lips. I know I’ve never seen his face but I’ve felt this presence before...

“But why pretend when it could be reality?”

“Cause I don’t know you.”

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Ehe... Maybe. Oh what joy, an update made 4 days after the promised date. Let's see where this one goes : ).