"I'm sticking by what I said before," Jungkook told us. "I want to live on this ship."

We had just had dinner and were heading back to the cabin. And when I said 'just had dinner,' I mean that we were in the dining hall for over two hours, while Jungkook ate the buffet out of food.

"Dude. They're going to end up throwing you overboard," I said with a laugh. When he gave me a questioning look, I explained. "We're stuck in this spot for two weeks. We're going to run out of food. There's going to be a riot. Then a mutiny. Then they're going to have to make a movie about us. And I'll probably be portrayed as some ugly spinster who's kidnapped two of the most famous K-Pop idols in the world. I mean, it's not wrong, but still..."

Hoseok laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist as we walked. "You're funny, My-My, but you're neither ugly nor a spinster. And the only one who kidnapped us was the South Korean government. But that's just because they're trying to keep people safe."

Jungkook held up a finger. "I don't feel like I was kidnapped by anyone. I wanted to stay on this ship with her, remember? So I'm happy. Plus...so. Much. food."

Hobi and I both laughed at him. "You're ridiculous, baby," I told him. "But I'm glad that you're both here with me. I wasn't ready to let you go."

"But you were so insistent on us getting off the ship," Hobi pointed out.

"Only because you told me that you had to, because you have a show tomorrow," I explained to them both. "Not because I wanted you to leave me."

I watched as Hoseok dramatically put his hand over his heart and fell back into the wall beside him. "Oh. Oh, thank God. I really thought you were sick of us already."

I side-eyed him. "Okay, I can't tell if you're being serious or not."

"He's being serious and also not serious at the same time," Jungkook told me. "After a while, you kinda get used to it and can pick out the parts that are real. But we really did think that you had no problem letting us go, while it was breaking our hearts to leave you."

I used my key fob to open the door to the cabin, then walked in with them close behind. There were two bags sitting on my bed.

"I hope that's our clothes," Jungkook said from behind me. "I am dying to get out of these pants and take a shower."

"I take it that leather isn't very comfortable?" I ask with a giggle. "It makes your ass look awesome, though." I watch as the cutest blush colors his cheeks.

"You umm..."Jungkook scratches the back of his neck. "You like my ass?"

I shrug in nonchalance at him. "It's okay..." He frowns and I walk to him and wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm kidding. Your butt is so far above okay. I'm not really sure how I feel about those pants sharing the butt of my soulmate with the rest of the world."

"Well, if it helps," he says, as he leans down to give me a quick kiss. "Nobody gets to touch it but you." He grimaced and shook his head, making his dark hair sway back and forth. "Nope. That sounds weird."

"I get your point," I tell him with a laugh. "And I'll take it."

"And on that note, I'm going to go and take a shower." He kisses me one more time, then grabs his bag and heads into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"He likes you, you know," Hoseok says from behind me.

I turn to look at him. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I've never really seen him like this," He tells me with a smile. "He was so excited to find you, and I definitely don't think that he's disappointed."

"What about you?" I ask him. "Are you disappointed?"

He reaches out for me and I move closer until he can grab my hands and pull me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I am also, most definitely, not disappointed with you, Yeobo. Not even close. I am just a bit more subtle about it than Kook is. He's only been searching for you for a little over a month. He didn't have a lot of time for his heart to be let down over and over again. I've been searching for you for three years. I'm still having a hard time believing that it's true. That you're here, in my arms, and I'm not just dreaming again."

"Imagine how I feel after nine years," I say. I look up at him and then slide my arms around his shoulders. "I really didn't want you guys to leave earlier. The reason I ended up in the lobby with you, was because I wanted to watch you leave the ship, so that I could look at you as long as possible. It was breaking my heart, too. Hell, I was crying on my way up there."

"But you told us that it was okay, and we'd eventually figure it out," he tells me, his eyebrows knitted together. "That made us think that you were okay with letting us go."

"I wasn't. I was just trying to make it easier on the two of you," I explained to him. My fingers were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. It's so soft, and I just want to run my fingers through the rest of his hair, so I do. It's just as soft and fluffy as I imagined.

"Okay...well let's not do that again, yeah?" He says. "All it did was make it harder. Jungkook was crying, too."

I look down at his chest with a frown. "I'm sorry, Hobi."

Hoseok reaches down with two fingers to lift my chin up so that I'm looking into his soft, brown eyes. "It's okay, Mairette. It wasn't your intention. You were just trying to make it easier."

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. I tighten my arms around him and press my head into his neck, sighing happily.

"I'm not sure what I did to be blessed with two such incredible soulmates," I tell him. "But I am so happy that we finally found each other, Hobi." I kiss the side of his neck and he sucks in a breath, so I do it again.

"You keep doing that, and I'm going to be the one who needs a shower next," he tells me with a breathy laugh. "A cold one."

I giggle against his neck and slide my tongue out to lick at his skin, causing him to shiver.

Hoseok pulls back to look at me. "I'm serious, Yeobo. My neck is super sensitive, and you're kinda driving me crazy right now." I shrug at him and he laughs. "You might not want to start things that you can't finish."

"Who says that I can't finish them?" I ask him, batting my eyelashes a little.

Wait.

Did I just bat my eyelashes at him? I have never done that before. Not once in my entire life. What the hell was wrong with me?

Hoseok didn't seem to mind, though, considering that he pulled me to him and dipped his head down the short distance to press his lips to mine. I groan softly against his lips, causing mine to part a little. He takes that as an invitation, licking across my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into mouth. I groan again, licking at his tongue as my hands move back up into his hair, gripping it between my fingers, which makes him groan. I smile against his mouth a little, happy that I'm having the same effect on him as he's having on me.

Hoseok's hands slide up and down my back, then into the back pockets of my jeans, tugging me closer to him.

"You two getting started without me?" Jungkook says from the bathroom door.

Hoseok looks up at him in annoyance. "You couldn't have given me five more minutes?"

"Sorry, Hyung. I thought you might want to shower, too."

I turned around in Hobi's arms to smile at Jungkook, and my jaw hit the floor.

Jungkook was standing in the bathroom door, with a white towel around his waist that barely closed, leaving a gap at his hip and down one of his muscular thighs. His black hair was still wet, and water droplets were dripping down his chest, sliding over sharp planes and angles of pecs and abs that I don't think I've ever seen outside of a Calvin Klein ad.

Good God. This man could not be real. And there was no way in hell that I could be this lucky. There was no way in hell that he could be my soulmate, right?

Except that he was.

Lucky, lucky me.

Hoseok growled behind me. "You couldn't have put some clothes on before you came out here?"

"What?" Jungkook asked, his eyes on mine.

"You took your clothes in there with you, Maknae," Hoseok told him. His tone was annoyed and verging on being mad. "You did this on purpose."

"Just wanted to show my soulmate what she was getting," Jungkook said with a sexy-as-sin smirk on his beautiful face.

Hoseok moved an arm from around my waist and gestured up and down Jungkook's almost naked body. "This is too much, Kook."

"Jealous?" Jungkook asked him, an eyebrow raised over one of his dark eyes.

"Of what?"

"How I look," Jungkook said, like it should be obvious. "Or how our soulmate is looking at me."

Hoseok leaned around me to try and look at my face, frowning at me. "Really?"

"What?" I asked him. "I can't help it. The man is beautiful." I turned around in his arms to face him again, then I put my hands on the hem of his shirt and ran them up under it and over the bumps of his abs. "You're pretty beautiful yourself, Jung Hoseok."

His eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up. "I am?"

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, leaning up to kiss his chin. "You are beyond beautiful, baby."

"Hey!" Jungkook said. He had moved closer and was now standing right behind me. "I thought that was my cute, little pet name." I looked back at him and rolled my eyes a little at the pout on his adorable mouth.

I pulled away from Hoseok and moved away from them both. "Is this going to be a problem?"

"What?" They both asked me, in unison.

"All of the sudden, you're both jealous of each other," I tell them. "The brotherhood in BTS is pretty infamous, and I am not going to be the one to come between you."

"It's just going to take some adjustment, Mairette," Hoseok told me with a sigh. "We've known for a little over a month that we were going to share our soulmate, when we found her. But I don't think that either of us realized exactly what that meant."

"Definitely not," Jungkook agreed. "It's going to take some getting used to walking in the room and seeing the one woman on earth, who was literally made for me, kissing another guy."

I frowned at them both. "How do we fix this?"

Both of my soulmates looked at each other, then shrugged.

Great.

"Well you're both a lot of help."

"Sorry, My-My," Jungkook told me with a frown. He walked over to me and touched my arm lightly. "We'll get over it."

I looked at him with a frown. "Sure you will."

"We have to," Hoseok said, walking over to my other side. "This is our life now. We share a soulmate. We're always going to share a soulmate. It is what it is."

"That doesn't sound like an answer to our problem," I tell him with a frown.

"I know," he says, running his hand up and down my arm, then he looks up at Jungkook. "I'm sorry that I got mad at you. She's your soulmate, too."

Jungkook shook his head, making a few drops of water fly off the ends of his still damp hair. "You were right, though. I came out here like this on purpose. It's not like I don't know how girls look at me. I just wanted her to look at me the same way."

This made me laugh and roll my eyes at him a little. "You didn't have to come out here in a towel for me to look at you like that, Jungkook. The leather pants were enough on their own."

Both of my soulmates laughed at me.

"He does look pretty good in those pants," Hoseok said. "That's why they keep putting him in them."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow, looking a little surprised. "You think that I look good in leather pants? That's uhhh....good to know, Hyung."

Hoseok blushed and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry."

"For what?" Jungkook asked. "You're my soulmate, too. I don't mind you looking."

I looked back-and-forth between the two of them as they stared each other down.

"Okay...why is this turning me on?" 

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A/N: Okay...this story might be heading in a direction that I didn't originally intend for it to. What do we think? I'm going to take ya'll's opinions to heart on this, so please comment and let me know. I hope that everybody is staying safe and healthy. ------------Kat