You were stubborn, and your brother knew it.

"—What if he's my stalker?" you gasped at the thought. Shivering at the idea of someone following your every step. Talk about personal space... sheesh.

But you recalled what he looked like. A big guy. Probably near the 6 feet mark—he was that tall. He had striking features, alluring eyes, and fluffy hair. Another thought passed your mind, making you giddy. "Or," you paused. He was kinda cute. "What if he's my admirer..." You bit your lip, smiling like a complete idiot once you finished applying thick eye-liner to your brother's eyes.

This earned you a bizarre look from the boy seated on the chair in front of you.

"What if..." your brother joined in your assumptions, making you stare at him in anticipation. "You're just being paranoid," he answers monotonously. Meanwhile, you give him your 'I'm-so-done-with-you' look.

"You're lucky you're next to perform or else I'll be ruining that pretty face of yours, Jungkook," you spat back while your brother laughed.

Arranging things on the table and casually dropping the eye-liner on your pocket, you heard your brother shift on his seat so he could face you.

Oh I'll get you after your performance, you silently pledged.

Silence took over the room as both of you drift into your own thoughts. It's too coincidental, you observed. I can see him almost everywhere! In my favorite coffee shop, the grocery stores, my dearest restaurants... even at the bus stop!

This has been occurring for a year now... Jungkook noted while he floats on his head. It can be a possibility that the guy is one of the things you mentioned. A stalker, or a... he rolled his eyes. alright, admirer. But, it can all just be coincidental... he pursed his lips. You can either be paranoid, or in grave danger. He's not taking chances on the latter, though by your stories and descriptions, his gut leaned over the former. The guy you mentioned doesn't even bother you. The both of you have never even shared eye contact nor a conversation. The both you just breath the same air, and that's it! What if the guy just likes the same coffee shop as you do? Like you, Jungkook, himself, adores Angel-in-us for its caramel frappuccinos. Even some of his friends like the same coffee shop as well.

There are many possibilities. The guy must also live nearby if he uses the same bus stop as you, even goes to the same grocery store. Again, there are many chances, the boy continued to brainstorm while he blankly examined you. That was until his eyes landed on the mark on your wrist.

He perked up, a small light bulb lighting on top of his head.

Can it be? He asked himself.

"Talk to him," the boy advised, while you glanced at him, appalled.

"Bro, you know us," you tried to get some sense into him. "We both hate talking to other people. You and I know it's hell, so why are you suggesting me to do it?! And to someone potentially that's a stalker!" you paused. "Or... admirer."

Your brother was just silently staring at something. Your eyes follow his and—

The mark.

Only 10% of the human population were gifted with the 'soul mark'. You were one of them, and what is marked on your wrist is supposed to be the last name of your soulmate.

Your heart picked up once you saw him once again. Today was your day-off, and also the release of the movie you've been waiting for. After plopping into one of the cinema chairs, you caught a glimpse of him... laughing uncontrollably with his friend.

You glanced at your wrist. The word 'Kim', written neatly in cursive.

Knowing you got what he was thinking, your brother spoke, "Ask him his name."

"But—"

"Jungkook! 15 minutes till we're up," both of your attention went to the leader of your brother's group as announces his words, peeking slightly into the room. Once his dongsaeng got the message, he left, then you and your brother stared at one another once again.

"This mark is useless," you informed him. "There are a lot of Kims in the world. Besides," you beamed as your head drifts into fantasy land. "I already found my soulmate, Kim Seokji—"

"That's just your big fat crush on hyung," he stated, making you scrunch your face, scowling. "You don't have a connection—"

"Yes we do!" your voice raised a little on your childish argument. "Seokjin-oppa, adores me! I know you love oppa's attention and it could've been the same for you, if you don't keep on bullying and hitting him," you huffed as you cross your arms around your chest.

"Excuse you, all I need is Namjoon-hyung's lov—I'm getting sidetracked," he facepalmed. "I mean... if hyung is your soulmate, wouldn't there be like a... soul connection?" he explained, making you confused. "Hyung only sees you as a little sister, same with Namjoon-hyung. Taehyung-hyung on the other hand, only views you as a friend."

Ouch... Three hotties, crossed out on the soulmate list... you pout.

"Jungkook-ah, we're up!" Both siblings were caught off guard as one of the three people mentioned, Seokjin peeps into the room, along with another member, Park Jimin looking slyly in the doorway.

The odds of talking about someone, and he suddenly pops up. Your face immediately heated up.

What if he heard—

"Alright, bro, goodluck," you sold your brother off to his band mates, instantly closing the door once you got rid of him. You sighed in relief, leaning into the door of the now empty room. Being the makeup artist of your brother was exhausting.

---

As usual, your brother's group slayed the stage. You decided to join the other staff and watched the performance of their song, War of Hormone.

Giggling slightly at Jimin's advances.

You wanted to kick him for being a tease. Though, what's new? He's called your bias wrecker after all.

You were on your way back to Bangtan's waiting rooms when...

you saw him.

Dressed in black jeans, a grey jacket, and some blings on (a questionable outfit, but oh well)... It was the guy you constantly saw everywhere.

And he was heading towards you.

Heartbeat racing, you pivoted yourself and walked faster. Why is he here? Omg, is he really a stalker? Even your mind was racing. Stalking me, even at work? Oh my gosh, he even had the audacity to dress up like an idol just to get into the building. He's such a tough cookie. You crossed the term admirer from your list. He has to be a stalker. Should you call the police? Look for your brother? You were freaking out.

Turn after turn on the 4th floor, you still didn't lose him. He was on your tail, and you were getting irritated. You were a bit sweaty, and you're losing your stamina. On top of that, your make up was getting smudged! The impudence!

You stop on your tracks, and put all courage to face him.

"Why are you following me?" you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. You were trying to be intimidating so he won't have any idea on what to do to you.

Though, it only left a confused look on the guy's face.

"Uh... what?" he replied, making you even more annoyed.

"Don't 'what' me! I know you're following me," you demanded. "The coffee shop, the restaurants, the grocery store, and the bus stop!" you tried to string words that didn't make sense. "And recently, the cinema!"

"I'm sorry?"

"Angel-in-us Coffee? E-mart? Jongno-gu bus stop?" you continued while his eyes started to grow wide. Though, hints of confusion were still in them so you decided to elaborate more.

W-why does she know where I've went to recently? The man questioned himself.

"The other day you were wearing a leather jacket and had earphones on as you wait for the next bus. The day after, you were wearing a long sleeved black and blue checkered shirt while sipping on your drink at Angel-in-us. Two days ago, you were wearing a black t-shirt at the cinemas..." Somebody was definitely paying attention. You were oddly specific.

His breath was caught up on his throat. He didn't know what to say. Were you a stalker? Why were you claiming he was following you?

"I wasn't following you..." he answered, voice trailing. "I'm just on my way to our waiting room." He points at the door in which you were blocking.

You wanted to hit yourself.

Maybe (for the first time ever) your brother was right.

You were getting paranoid.

"Is something wrong Gyeomie?" Another confused male emerges from the waiting room.

"Uh... nothing Jackson-hyung—"

"Y/N-ah!!!" a voice called out of nowhere. Coming in your direction was your brother and Namjoon.

"Oh?" the male named Jackson brightens up. "Namjoon!" He greets the BTS leader as if they're friends. Well they are friends. You just don't know that. Just like how your brother is frie—

"Yugyeom!" your brother greats the man.

Y-yugyeom? Your mind registered his name.

"Congrats on your debut today!"

D-debut...?

There was an increase of desire to hit yourself.

"I see you've met my twin-sister, Y/n." Jungkook introduced you as your eyes sought interest on the lame floor. You wanted to disappear. You were very embarrassed. Five minutes ago, you were accusing him of following you.

Turns out he's part of a new debuted group called Got7, and even when trainees, he's already friends with your brother...

You finally hit yourself with the palm of your hand, earning a weird look from the men. Fishing the eye-liner on your pocket, a gasp left your brother when you drew a thick line on his face.

"That's for calling me paranoid," you muttered silently, leaving the area.

---

You, Jungkook, and Namjoon were heading back to Bangtan's waiting room once you and your twin got things settled. That's when you felt your wrist burning.

You clutch it discreetly, rubbing it slightly in an attempt to soothe the pain.

You discreetly look at it.

What was once only written was 'Kim', now has little letters after it.

Kim Y.G.