Yoongi POV:
After the conversation with Jimin, I was convinced that he and I shared the soulmate, possibly the same soulmate as Jungkook, but I didn't say anything. I just mentioned that it was interesting that our soulmates had the same name. I didn't want to tell him that I might have possibly scared her away because I acted like a jealous asshole and I may have screwed it up for the three of us. I knew if she didn't forgive me, didn't want any of us then he would never forgive me. All Jimin wanted was to be loved and to know that I may have ruined that for him killed me on the inside.
We arrived back in the United States and from the conversation I overheard with Jimin, I knew my soulmate, our soulmate lived here. The idea of her being so close, yet so far away tormented me and I had no idea what to do. I didn't have any idea how to get to her besides dreams and over the last several I hadn't seen her. I didn't know what that meant and I hoped it meant I hadn't fucked it up permanently. I knew my actions were based on jealousy, but I couldn't help it. She was my soulmate and the idea of her with another devastated me, hurting me in a way I didn't even realize was possible.
I lay on the bed in my hotel room, completely exhausted from everything that had gone on. The way I had treated my soulmate, the shows in Canada, the interviews, the rush through the airport to avoid overenthusiastic fans, just... just all of it. It was early in the afternoon, but I didn't have anywhere to be. Snuggling into the fresh smelling pillow, I let sleep overtake me.
The woods were familiar, along with the scent of the sea and the distant warm breeze flowing through. I trudged along the path, worried that just like the last few dreams, my soulmate wouldn't be there, that she hadn't forgiven me for the horrible words I had shouted at her. Words that were torn from a jealousy that existed inside me. One I didn't even know I had. When the woods opened up and the cliff appeared, my mouth dropped open in shock and I quickened my steps.
My soulmate was seated on the bench, her head hanging down. "Y/N?" My words were soft as I approached and she looked up with a startled expression, like an animal caught off guard. She stood and went to leave, but I grabbed her wrist. "Please. Please don't leave."
Y/N hesitated but sat on the edge of the bench, her movements tense as though she was ready to bolt at any moment. I sat next to her, close enough that I could get the faintest whiff of her shampoo, but far enough away that I wasn't encroaching on her space.
Moving my hand from her wrist to her palm, I laced my fingers with hers. "I'm... I'm so sorry. The last time I saw you, I said some horrible things, things that were unforgivable." I stopped for a moment, trying to pull my thoughts together. "I was jealous. Jealous that someone else had been with my soulmate, the person who has captured my heart so fully even though I've never met you."
As she faced me, I could see Y/N's eyes fill with tears, glistening drops that welled up in her beautiful eyes. Glittering crystals that clung to her lashes, wanting to spill down her cheeks. "I... I don't usually do things like that, but the whole idea of having a soulmate was just... just so unbelievable that I had convinced myself it wasn't real, that you're not real."
I gave her a wry smile, trying to hide the fact that my heart broke at her words, but I understood where she was coming from. The idea of soulmates was still not something widely accepted, widely recognized. Something that was seen and believed right away. Even with undeniable proof, soulmate pairs around the world were hesitant to believe that there existed someone just for them. Since our bond was based on dreams and not something with tangible proof, it was a little harder to believe that our bond was real.
As I studied Y/N's face, I could see the guilt in her eyes, the regret that was so clearly obvious, but there was also something else there, hidden beneath the surface. Something that I could tell she wasn't ready to tell me, something I wanted to know but wouldn't pressure her into revealing. I already needed to gain her trust and her forgiveness for my asshole behavior; I didn't want to push her away any further.
"Can... can you answer one question for me?" Y/N nodded and I took a deep breath before continuing. "Is... is there someone that you're seeing? A boyfriend? Fiancé?
Y/N shook her head and I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped my lips. "No. There is no one. What made you curious about that?" Her smile was soft, almost amused and I felt as though we were getting back to the tiny level of comfort we had reached before.
I shrugged my shoulders, my face turning hot. I didn't want to admit the truth, but I didn't want to lie either. "Um... not... not really an important reason, but I wanted... needed to know if there was anyone I would need to steal your heart away from."
The small gasp that left Y/N's lips sent a rush of desire racing through me and I wondered if she would make the same noise when I kissed her neck or plunged my fingers unexpectedly into her. Ashamed at my sudden thoughts, I internally slapped myself, trying to distract from my suddenly aroused state.
"Is there anyone I need to be... be concerned about?" Y/N's question was soft, her eyes curious as she looked at me.
Moving closer to her, I felt my heart flutter when she didn't move away. "No. No one to worry about. I'm... I'm all yours." I wanted to say more, ask for a way to get in contact with her, but a blaring sound interrupted my thoughts.
Y/N sighed and stood. "Um... I guess... I guess this is it for now."
Standing up with her, I pulled her into a hug, needing to feel the closeness of my soulmate. "I'll see you soon."
Nodding her head, Y/N smiled at me. "Alright Yoongi. That's all I know you as: Yoongi."
Knowing we were running out of time, I squeezed her hand. "Min Yoongi. My name is Min Yoongi."
"Okay Min Yoongi." I closed my eyes at the sound of my name leaving her lips, a soft sensual sound that did things to my already raging erection, and leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but my lips met air. When I opened my eyes, Y/N was gone and I was standing on the cliff alone, the faint hint of her shampoo filling my nose.
I sat down for a moment thinking about what just happened. Now that she knew my full name would she search for me? Would she figure out who I was? Find her way to me?
Sitting up suddenly, my mind went back to my dream and the sweet conversations between Y/N and I. A weight I didn't know I had been feeling left my shoulders, making me feel lighter than air. My soulmate didn't hate me. Knowing that made me feel like I was given the world, given a second chance to make things right, make sure she never felt that way again. I had been so worried that she would never forgive me, never want to see me again, but I underestimated how sweet and forgiving she can be.
Standing up, I stretched my sore muscles then headed in to take a shower. It was already after 5 PM and I know if I slept any longer, I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. Turning on the water, I stripped out of my clothes, dropping them on the floor before stepping into the hot water. It felt amazing as it flowed over my tense muscles and I couldn't help but to let out a pleased groan. I couldn't stop thinking about my soulmate, about the sound of her voice, how soft her skin was when I kissed her cheek, the cute little sound of surprise she made. More than anything, I had wanted to pull her itno my arms and kiss her breathless, but I knew she wasn't ready for that. At least not yet. Not now.
I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel off the rack. Drying myself off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie then looked around for a hat and mask. I was starving since I had slept through lunch and knew if anyone would get food with me, it would be Jin or Jungkook. I wanted to ask Jungkook about the pains he was experiencing, what he thought it might be, but I didn't want to get into a conversation about soulmates. I wasn't ready to reveal my own yet.
As I thought about Y/N, I was more convinced that she was the soulmate of Jimin, Taehyung, Jungkook and me, possibly Hoseok. There was too evidence, too many similarities for this to be just a coincidence. What were the odds of all of us experiencing soulmate systems for her to just be mine? Knowing she shared the same name as Jimin's soulmate convinced me even further.
Although I had assumed I would be jealous, I felt no envy of thinking with my soulmate with my brothers. It was like my brain and heart knew who she was supposed to be with and was okay with it. I wanted to approach Jimin about it, ask him what he thought, but I didn't know what to say. What would he think about sharing a soulmate? Would it bother him or would he have the same feelings that I do? Would he be happy? Jimin had mentioned before that he wished we all still lived together. If we had the same soulmate then it was something that could potentially happen.
After pulling on my shoes, I left my room and headed down the hall to Jungkook's room. I knocked on the door and grinned when he opened it immediately. "Kook-ah? You hungry? I fell asleep and missed lunch."
Jungkook nodded. "Sure. I didn't eat much at lunch so I could definitely eat." Jungkook grabbed his shoes then plopped a black hat on his head. Although ARMY had been pretty respectful of our privacy when seeing us in public lately, we still had to take precautions. There were sasaengs in every corner of the world and the last thing I needed was a crazily obsessed fan following Jungkook and I back to the hotel.
I pushed the thoughts of Y/N temporarily from my mind as we headed out of the hotel and down to a black SUV, climbing into the open backdoor. For now, I was going to focus on my brother. Hopefully he would feel comfortable enough around me soon to tell me what he was thinking, what he was feeling, let me be there for him.
Jin POV:
Running a hand over my face, I tried to pay attention to the woman sitting in front of me. A woman who had completely disregarded my wishes for her to not be here. "Are you even listening to me Seokjin-ah?" Mi-suk's voice was irritated and I could sense she had said something I wasn't paying attention to. To be honest, I had tuned her out ten minutes ago when she started ranting about the white roses not being white enough.
"Yes Mi-suk. I am listening. I just have other things on my mind." I was trying to patient, but her constant negativity was starting to wear on me, starting to push me down into a place of hopelessness that I was afraid I would never be able to climb out of.
"Something more important than our wedding? Are you serious right now? What could be more important than my big day?" Mi-suk's voice droned on and I had to stop myself from groaning out loud. Finally I had enough.
"Look. I'm sorry I'm not more concerned about the wedding, but there are bigger things going on right now. I'm in another country, filming back-to-back interviews. We have the biggest American award show coming up and I have twelve performances over the next sixteen days." I ended my rant and let out a deep breath, one of stress that I had been holding in. "So the wedding isn't my biggest priority right now."
"What?" Mi-suk went to say more but I held up a hand to silence her.
"No. You're going to listen to me for once. I have done everything you asked regarding this wedding. I have paid for dresses, flowers, and fancy venues. I have listened to you whine and complain about every petty detail that I honestly don't care about." I could see she wanted to argue, but I continued. "The one thing I asked of you was to stay in Korea so I could focus on my job here because you seem to be forgetting that this is my job. And this job? This is the job that is allowing for all the over extravagant things that you are wanting."
Mi-suk's mouth dropped open and she stared at me in shock. Her eyes were narrowed and I knew she did appreciate my tone towards her, but enough was enough. "Really? I fly all the way out here to visit you and this is how you react? I wanted to spend some time with my fiancé and instead you get angry at me?"
Not wanting to get caught up in her dramatics, I simply nodded. "Yes. I asked you not to come because I am too busy. I barely have enough time to sleep, let alone get into arguments with you about a damn flower that isn't white enough. Do you even realize how silly that sounds? The flowers are fine. The dress is fine. The shoes are fine. The venue is fine."
"Look Seokjin-ah," Mi-suk's voice turned gentle and I knew she had something up her sleeve. "I can see you're tired and not yourself. I'm going to go to my room and let you get some rest. After you've gotten some sleep, I'll come back. We can get dinner and talk some more about the wedding." She smiled to herself as though she had come up with the perfect compromise.
"No."
"What do you mean no?"
I shook my head. "I mean no. I do not want you to come back and talk about the wedding. I want you to get on a plane and go home. Go back to Korea and wait there for me like I told you to." Squeezing the bridge of my nose, I shut my eyes tightly, trying to reign in my temper. "When I get back, we will talk about the wedding."
Mi-suk's mouth dropped open once again and she jumped to her feet, hands on her slim hips. "You're not really being fair to me. I came to see you and you act like you don't even appreciate it."
Saying nothing, I sat there, not wanting the argument to get out of hand. I knew she was waiting for me to tell her to stay, that she could come back later and we could talk, but it wasn't happening. I didn't want her to stay. I wanted her to go back to Korea so I could focus on my job, my members and ARMY. At this point in time, my whiny fiancé was not high on my list of priorities.
Mi-suk snatched her purse off the dresser, finally realizing I wasn't going to give in. "Fine. I'm going to go to my room so you can calm down. I'll be back later." She stalked to the door and yanked it open, pausing as though she expected me to call out to her. When I said nothing, she exited the room, the door slamming shut behind her.
Picking up my phone, I called our Manager. "Sejin-hyung? I need your help." I explained the situation and he promised me he would take care of it. I knew Mi-suk would not like Sejin having her escorted out of the hotel and back onto a flight to Korea, but at this point I had no choice.
Hanging up the phone, I flopped back on my bed then buried my head in the pillow and let out a muffled yell. My fiancé was causing me so much stress that I had gotten to the point that I didn't want to marry her anymore. Your spouse is supposed to be supportive, helpful, and compassionate. You are supposed to help each other through the frustrating situations, not add on to it. At this point, Mi-suk was sending my stress levels through the roof and I didn't know how much longer I could take it.
A soft knock on my door had me hesitantly sitting up. I was hoping it wouldn't be Mi-suk, but then I realized that if it were her, she would be pounding on the door. I went to the door and when I checked whom it was, I was pleased to see Jimin on the other side. I pulled open the door, a smile on my face. "Jimin-ah? What are you doing here?"
I was happy to see him. Over the last few days, I had noticed a bounce to his step, a pleased smile on his face, and a light in his eyes that wasn't there before. Jimin grinned and gestured to the room. "Can I talk to you hyung?"
Nodding my head, I moved back and let him come in. Closing the door behind him, Jimin followed me further into the room and leaned against the dresser. I could see there was something on his mind, something he wanted to share, but I didn't want to pressure him into it.
"Um... do you believe in soulmates? The whole thing going on recently?" Jimin's voice was soft and hesitant as though he expected me to say no immediately.
Thinking of Namjoon and the mysterious stars on his shoulder, I nodded. "I do. Why do you ask?"
Jimin's smile grew, his eyes filling with happiness so clear there was no mistaking it. "Because... because I have one."
"You... what? Are you sure?" I couldn't stop the question that spilled from my lips.
Nodding, Jimin's face softened. "Yes. I've... I've seen her. I can... see through her eyes. Her name is Y/N and she's beautiful. I think that she is a nurse."
Not sure what to say, I just stood there in shock for a moment. Y/N? That's the name of Namjoon's soulmate. Is it... could they...? My thoughts were completely scrambled in my head and I couldn't figure it out. "Where... where does she live?"
"Here in the US. I... saw a piece of mail in one of the visions." Jimin came over to me and sat down on my bed, flopping backwards. "What do I do? I want... I want to meet her. I want my soulmate." Jimin's words were determined, his eyes serious.
"Have you tried the Soulmate Registry?" I knew it had been helpful for Namjoon and I wondered if it would help Jimin too.
Jimin nodded his head, his eyes suddenly turning sad. "Yeah. I put... I put my information in, but there's been nothing. What... what if she saw me and didn't want me? Maybe she's an anti or maybe she just hates us or maybe..."
"Stop." I cut Jimin's words off, ending the downward spiral he was beginning to slide into. "Don't start thinking about that stuff because you don't know. Don't get yourself worked up over that."
"You're right, but I want to meet her." Jimin sighed then rolled over onto his stomach, kicking his feet like a child and I couldn't help but laugh.
Reaching over, I patted his back. "It's going to be okay Jimin-ah. We'll figure it out. We'll... we'll figure out how to get you to meet her."
Jimin turned his head and looked at me, his eyes hopeful. "You really mean it?"
"Yes. We'll check social media, things like that. Maybe we can find her." I tried to think of things to do. "We can put her name in Google."
Jimin's eyes lit up. "I know the city and state she lives in." The light in his eyes dimmed and his smile turned sad. "We... we were there for one of the concerts. I was... was so close to her and I didn't even know."
The disappointment in Jimin's face hurt my heart and I couldn't help but feel bad for my member, my brother. "It's going to be okay. We'll find her." I may not get my happy ending, but I was going to make sure I helped him get his.