Astra
Pain. Searing, agonizing pain. It filled every fiber in my body, setting my cells ablaze with fire. It seemed an agonizing cycle of agony, and for a moment I thought that I had died and gone to hell. That is what this was, the fiery pits of the underworld threatening to torture me for the rest of my existence.
The electricity coating my veins was like a switch had flipped. The fire didn't feel so unbearable anymore, in fact, it was comforting. It seemed to fuel my cells rather than deteriorate them, and I felt alive with energy. The pain had been so consuming that I remembered the whispers that floated around my head. I knew without a doubt that the voices were not mine. They were thoughts, images, and ideas that circled in the minds around me.
Yet, it didn't seem as clear as it first was. Instead, it felt like I was seeing and hearing the voices through a translucent wall. The words were muffled, and the images blurry.
Beyond that, only a few remnants of thoughts before nothing. It was like a big, black wall consuming the area around me.
The electrical feeling ended just as fleetingly as it had started, and for a moment I was sure that the pain would return full force. Yet, it didn't. The fire had settled down to warm glow of embers, my soul content in the warmth of those few embers.
An image and words seem to come out clearer than the others, and I couldn't help but listen.
The image was blurry, but what I could make out was that it looked like me. I was laying on some kind of hospital bed, the hospital gown barely covering my body that was pale and clammy. My hair was strewn to the side, but the familiar shade did resemble my own.
The only thing odd about the image was that there was someone else. He had a full head of reddish brown hair that seemed almost silky. It hung in front of his face, not letting me see his features even if the image was clear. But I couldn't be mistaken in one thing. He was... kissing me.
The words of thoughts floated through my ears. He kissed her, they said. Perhaps they truly are soulmates. After all, it seemed to have worked.
I snapped open my eyes. My brain seeming to acknowledge my other senses now. It was like surfacing from a pool of water. Natural sounds filled my ears. The shuffle of feet, the soft ring of a heart monitor.
My eyes were drawn to the figure standing above me. It was those same silky, reddish brown strands of hair, except now I could nearly see every strand with perfect clarity.
My thoughts slipped to the image of him kissing me, and I couldn't help but blush. My finger instinctly reached to my lips, but a cold piece of metal stopped my hand. I looked down, eyes slightly wide at the small click of metal. An unfamiliar ring of metal surrounded my wrist, the other half strapped to the bed.
I looked back up, surprised as the figure turned around. The boy seemed to have the same look of surprise on his own features before his gaze softened.
"Thank goodness you're okay. I thought I'd lost you." Tears brimmed his eyes before he looked away, slightly ashamed.
There wasn't much I could do but stare at him in my state, my mouth parted in shock. I don't know what had happened in the eventful last few hours, but he was here. My soulmate, Kim Namjoon.
"You kissed me," I blurted, a blush rising to my cheeks. The short clip of the two of us seemed to be playing on repeat in the nurses head, and it was a wonder that Namjoon didn't notice.
He turned back, his own cheeks a rosy pink from blushing. He put one hand on the back of his neck. "I uh- I'm sorry about that. It just seemed like the right thing to do."
I smiled softly, my heart racing in my chest. I blushed again, the heart monitor that I was connected to revealing exactly what my emotions were.
Namjoon seemed to look over at the machine, his eyes growing a little wide.
"You saved my life," I whispered, not caring if he had kissed me without my permission. I would have likely been dead without him. I could feel it without a doubt.
The officer came over moments later, now seemingly pushed out of his shock. It was the same one who had sat in the awful interrogation room back at the police headquarters. Memory of that place was a blur at most, and I would be glad to forget the awful experience.
The soft click of a lock, and then the strange handcuffs were falling from my wrist. I gasped, it was as if air had rushed into my lungs after holding my breath for ours. My senses seemed to feel overwhelmed and the embers giving me energy in my veins burst into flames.
The other lock clicked, and soon I was free. The energy seemed to fill every empty space within my bones, filling me with a strange sense of agony. There was too much energy, and it felt like i would implode unless i could release it somehow.
I squeezed my fists tight, clenching my eyes closed, as if that would make a difference to the storm raging inside of me.
The energy slipped, and soon it was falling out of me like a waterfall. The voices in my head grew too loud, their voices now seeming to scream in my mind. The ones in this room were the worst, too loud to even make out what they were saying. I could tell that there were voices outside of this room, but they were muffled by the suppressing material the walls were made of.
Gasps filled the room and I opened my eyes again. Nearly everything that wasn't physically connected to a wall or the floor had started to float. Needles, bottles and other tools seemed to hover in mid air.
Even the bed I was sitting on started to float, including myself on top of it. I was sure that I was the one creating this, but I had no idea how to stop it.
The extent of the telekinesis seemed to stop at living creatures, but they still had clothes on.
The officer's uniform seemed to lift him up into the air before he started spewing words in korean. I wished I was able to hear his thoughts, but it was just too loud.
I closed me eyes, a headache seeming to be on the edge of bursting. I clung into my head with my hands, as if that would make any difference.
Warm hands grasped my own.
"Astra," he whispered, his voice like warm butter. "Please, you have to calm down."
The hands felt warm on my own, taming the energy enough that I could actually focus. Energy still buzzed in my veins, wanting a direction out. O squeezed my eyes shut, knowing exactly where my body wanted to direct the energy.
"I can't control it." I said through gritted teeth, my breath coming out heavy in my exertion.
"Look at me," gentle fingers reaching to my face, one hand brushing hair from my face. "You can do this, just focus on my eyes."
I peeked my eyes open, finding his immediately. The depths of his warm, brown eyes seemed to engulf me whole. The same eyes that had mesmerised me when I had first met him. Before I truly knew what he meant to me.
Now, those eyes were like a warm fire. Flickers of glowing ember seemed to bring out the gold highlighted in his eyes.
I gulped, trying to focus, trying to drown myself in the sea of his soul.
"Can't you hear them?" I whispered.
His body seemed to float naturally in the air, the telekinesis manifest in our bond seeming as if he was flying. The nurse and the cop weren't faring as well, flailing around aimlessly.
I winced, the thoughts screaming in my air. "It's like they are screaming. I just want it to stop." I couldn't stop the single tear that fell from my eye. I immediately felt embarrassed about it. I don't think I had ever felt this helpless in my life.
Namjoon rose one eyebrow. Slightly in question, and slightly in worry. I looked away from those perfectly warm eyes, agony seeming more bearable alone.
The hum of energy filling my body seemed so fragile. Just the smallest tap could send everything into ruin. I had heard stories of people blessed with incredible soul abilities. Ones that rivaled on superheroes and villains. But after experiencing this, I could hardly consider it a blessing. It was more a curse.
Namjoon held onto my hand. His warmth like a beacon in the darkness. The energy seemed to gravitate towards him, the feeling almost having a mind of it's own. How easy it would be to just let go and let that energy escape...
I pulled my hand back, my soul on the verge of tearing itself apart. "Don't touch me," I whispered. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," was his only reply. His hand held onto mine, the seeming last drop that made the dam break and the water come rushing through.
Everything came crashing down at once. The officer and nurse fell to the ground in a loud thump, materials and supplies cluttered to the ground with a ring of metal.
I gasped as my stomach seemed to drop from under me. The hospital bed hovered in the air for a moment, as if deciding whether it wanted to fall. It lurched before crashing to the ground. Namjoon was still holding my hand, the waterfall of energy still transfering between us in a frenzy of chaotic bursts. Of course, the momentum happened to pull him closer to me, and he landed with a jolt, arms cradling as he nearly fell right in top of me.
His hand was still on top of mine, now outstretched above my head. His arms were soft, supporting his body from crushing mine as his face hovered inches above mine. His body seemed to wrap around mine like a blanket, or legs merely a mess of tangled limbs.
Those eyes seemed to pin me down, leaving me completely exposed, and I couldn't help the blush that rose to my cheeks.
"You okay?" He asked, his English coming out smooth and melodic. His fingers trailed along my cheek, brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
"I-" I didn't even know what I could say. Here was one of the most famous musicians in the world, and here he was staring at me as if I alone were the single person that kept his heart beating everyday.
His eyes captivated mine for what seemed like hours when it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. His stare was so primal, it seemed light a fire in my body. His eyes inadvertently flicked down to my lips before looking back up.
We both seemed to hover there in those moments before acting, determining whether or not one should say or do something. Just the physical tension between us seemed to hang in the air like a thick cloud.
"You dont know how long I have waited for you." His eyes alight with thirst as he said those words. "After I bumped into you at Gangnam district just a few days ago, I knew you were the one. And it has been driving me crazy to hold back what I feel about you."
He leaned down closer, the breath from his mouth seeming to make my neck tingle with electricity. I couldn't help but hold my breath.
"But this," he whispered, his soft words sending shiver down my spine. "This feels better than I thought it would."
Soft lips brushed against the soft part of my neck, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air. He was right though, this really did feel amazing. The soulbond seemed to sing at our proximity sending a soft electric feeling all throughout my body. It my toes curl, my back arch.
"It's like you set me on fire, Astra," he seemed to growl between soft kisses. The words seem to set my soul on fire even more, and I felt like I was on the verge of melting.
His soft kisses trailed along my neck and across my jaw line. They were only a soft whisper, a promise of more.
He rose slightly, his eyes briefly meeting mine. I could see the same desire swimming through my own veins reflected back at me. That simple look, a question, a sign of permission.
I didn't move, couldn't move as his arm seemed to pin down my one arm above my head his other arm sending shivers down the side of body at the simple touch of those slender fingers.
The simple pull brought my other arm up above my head with the other his slender touch locking both arms above my head, leaving me completely exposed. But I couldn't even care less.
His lips connected with mine. Slow, and soft as he explored the feeling of our two lips as they moved as one. I couldn't help but press myself closer to him, pushing the kiss into something more.
He pushed back, a single whisper stopping me in place. "Don't."
He seemed to whisper it as his kisses trailed from my lips back down my other jawline. His slender touch sending tingles of electricity across my skin as he slowly trailed down my neck. One of his hands trailed across my collarbone, the other still pinning my arms above me. Those fingers reached the shoulder of my hospital gown. How easy it would be, I thought in that moment, to just slip it off.
The sleeve slipped slightly, my shoulder exposed to the cool breeze of the room. I rolled my head to the side my skin a sea of electricity before I froze.
"Namjoon!" I whispered.
He only hummed in delight, content to be exploring the side of my neck with his gentle lips and tender fingers.
It seemed a crowd had gathered at the door. An array of police officers and doctors hovering at the door, their mouths open in shock at what they were observing.
Whether it was because of the fact that two people were on the verge of undressing or the fact that the room was in such a state of disarray, I wasn't sure. Either way, both were equally as mortifying.
"Stop it for a moment," I whispered harshly, squirming slightly, even though his touch sent shivers down my spine.
He hovered, still too close to be deemed appropriate in the slightest. "What's wrong," his whispered back, his warm, brown eyes filled with concern.
I gestured sharply with my eyes at the door before looking back at his eyes. We were so involved in the moment that the voices came rushing back into my awareness. I couldn't be more embarrassed by the things they were saying.
The boy above me turned his head, his cheeks flushing bright crimson as he noticed our audience. The only thing that made it worse was the single boy who pushed his way through the crowd.
I could heat his thoughts. The frantic repetition of "don't let her hurt him, don't let her hurt him. Please, let him be okay."
I could tell from Namjoon's haunted expression that he could hear it too. His face scrunched up in what must have been mental pain as the boy stopped at the front of the open door.
He seemed more shocked than anything. His dark eyes flitting between the two of us and our nearly state of undress in our two hospital gowns. I could hear his thoughts flit through his mind before he slowly came to his conclusion.
I could see the fear in his eyes, the distant pain set in them as a consequence of his actions. They're soulmates, came the ring of his thoughts echoing through my own. I would have smiled at that fact were it not for the tears that welled at the corner of his eyes.
Namjoon got up almost immediately, stepping from the frail hospital bed and toward the other boy. "Jin-"
Jin was shaking his head. "I, I-" He took a step back, then another. Soon he was backing into the crowd of people, all just as shocked. He turned, his head disappearing into the crowd before it was gone from the secluded room.
"Seokjin, wait!" Namjoon slipped to Korean easily, and realized with a start that I could understand. He moved to follow, but the crowd of people didn't part so easily. And even if it had, even though I couldn't read the mind of Kim Namjoon, I wasn't so sure he would have followed.
The reality of the situation seemed to crash down on me at an instant. We were caught on the verge of making out, something so intimate I wouldn't even show it in front of my parents much less strangers. What made it worse was the completely obvious lack of clothing we were wearing, further accentuated by the open slit in the back of my soul mate's hospital gown.
The back hung open, revealing smooth, toned skin leading further down to where thankfully he was atleast wearing a pair of simple back underpants. It made me realize just how much the hospital gown covered me too. The hospital gown only reached to mid thigh which was nearly pushed up the my underwear from me and Namjoon's encounter, revealing nearly my entire bare legs. Under that, I was sure without a doubt that I only had my undergarments as well. Where my street clothes went, I had no idea.
I squeaked slightly before grabbing the bed sheets and covering my exposed body. What kind of situation had I got myself into.
Namjoon turned around, surprise on his features. He looked down seeming to just realize our state of undress. He flushed red once again.
"Perhaps an appropriate change of clothes for me and Ms. Hill would be appropriate," he said smoothly, a look of almost apology in his eyes. Though, I could tell he was far from sorry for what he did.
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I don't necessarily know how I felt about writing that... but it happened. Aha. Well, I hope you enjoyed it? Till next time, lovely readers.