After a long night of sulking in the lonely feeling I had every time I entered the space where I no longer had a soulmate to attach to, I took the familiar route to Yoongi's apartment so that his landlord could conduct a final walk-through.

He'd already been through the apartment by the time I arrived, turning over a parcel wrapped in beige paper in his hand.

"You're Seline?" He asked, his thick Italian accent making my name sound prettier than it was. He held out the package, my name written across the front in Yoongi's print. I thanked him, handing over the key before finding a spot in the stairwell to rip the paper from the item he left behind.

My lips curved into a smile as the cover of the first album we listened to together was unraveled, a ripped piece of paper where he'd scrawled his phone number taped to the front. I plucked it off, feeling disappointed that we were finally at the true moment where popping up at each other's apartments every time we wanted to see each other wouldn't be an option anymore.

We maintained a small connection through text messaging for a while, but at the risk of sounding greedy, it wasn't enough to have just a crumb of him. The distance and occasional conversation heightened my longing for more, creating a void the opposite of that when we kissed, an emptiness that only left me miserable.

As the number of times we spoke faded with his busy schedule and my avoidance, I dove into working as much as possible to save money and exploring options for college in the coming year. Between the three jobs I was working and constant fulfillment of every emotional or material need I wanted, I was adhering to Faye's suggestion that I pour all the love I had for my soulmates into myself.

Self-care wasn't just the bubble baths, monthly pedicures or shopping sprees I had with Faye. It was also middle of the night ice cream runs, daydreaming about my soulmates, and sleeping past noon.

By the end of March I'd received my acceptance letter to SAIC, remembering my mom's reaction every time I'd been accepted into a college during my senior year. Faye gave a similar energy, using it as an excuse to splurge on a nice dinner.

At the beginning of summer I was delivered a piece of mail from Yoongi that struck even greater excitement, lucky that it arrived before Faye and I were set to move into our new apartment the following week. I tore the envelope carefully, two VIP passes to Lollapalooza falling onto the counter.

Faye snatched them up immediately, turning them over in her hand in disbelief. We'd looked into tickets when the dates of the festival were first announced, even before the artist line-up was revealed, but with moving it didn't seem like the best decision financially.

"Okay, I don't know about the other soulmates but I say we get back together with Yoongi." Faye exclaimed. "I haven't even looked at the line-up because I was busy sulking about not being able to go. I've heard people saying that Eminem and Kings of Leon will be there though." She was bouncing on her toes with glee.

I was already searching for the poster from my phone, scrolling through the artists that would perform over the three-day show and calling out the ones who stood out most, arranged by level of fame. "Okay, we've got Outkast, Nas, Arctic Monkeys, Lorde, Childish Gambino, The 1975, Jhene Aiko," the number of names I recognized slowed as I scrolled through the list. "Shut the hell up." I stood, zooming into the poster.

"I haven't heard of that last one." Faye replied, confusion pressed into her forehead.

"No, it's Yoongi." I blinked at the page before turning my phone around, pointing out his stage name, Agust D, in a smaller print just four rows from the end of the list.

Faye squinted her eyes at my screen, squealing so loudly that I had to cover my ears. "Okay this is important, I have so much to do. I need to go to the fabric shop. I'm thinking of a cowgirl look for the first day, maybe with fringe. Would you prefer sparkly or leather, or even better, pink?" She was already gathering her keys, rambling as she flooded with ideas for the outfits she wanted to make.

When she was out of the door, off into her own little paradise of design I took a moment to text Yoongi, the first in two months after he hadn't yet responded to my last.

Thanks for the passes, see you there! - Your Greatest Fan

My heart raced at the thought of seeing him again. He'd only been away just shy of six months and he'd already secured a slot to play at Lollapalooza. I couldn't help but think of all three of them, Hobi touring as a dancer once again, Jimin surely dominating as a dance student, and Yoongi blasting into musical success, disappointed that I hadn't yet found the same level of pride in myself.

The new few weeks were a blur of moving into our new apartment, more spacious with an extra room that Faye and I split between a station for her to sew and another with a backdrop where I could hold photo shoots. Between the constant sound of movers and the hammering of Faye's sewing machine I lived in my noise-cancelling headphones until we were settled in.

There was always an eager anticipation that came with seeing live music, but that feeling combined with one that shifted my world again once I felt Yoongi's close proximity, left me wired in a mix of anxiety and boundless joy.

"Sel, you're literally shaking in your boots." Faye laughed, tugging at the shoe she'd been working up my thigh one last time. She exhaled sharply as she pulled the leather of the chaps that blended into a boot she concocted through the belt loops of the tiny jean shorts I wore underneath. After tying the strap to the simple hot pink halter top she stitched together and topping my head with a matching hat, she stepped back to admire her work.

"I think I'm nervous to see him again. I mean this will probably be the last time I see him before the next date so I want a good memory of it." I sighed, twisting at the scattered curls in my hair.

Faye was busy getting into her outfit, a black leather two-piece set with fringe that draped across her shoulders and down her arms. "Stop putting so much pressure on it. I've already made sure you look irresistible so just go seduce him for one more night with whatever that whole woo woo connection is you have, or three more nights." She corrected herself with a wink.

The festival was so packed with people that we were constantly surrounded, chatting and making new friends easily as we talked about the sets we planned to watch. We spent the first few hours drinking and stopping by food trucks until time for Lorde's show, but left early to head to another stage five minutes away where Yoongi would be playing. Faye grumbled at the crowd of people taking up the front area, batting her eyelashes at a couple of guys until they let us stand in front of them to see better.

He usually maintained his relaxed nature, but I could sense his nerves as he stepped out onto the stage, his face relaxing when he scanned the crowd to find familiar faces. Faye and I screamed for him like we were fangirls at the show of our most beloved boyband when he played his first chord.

His set started off with a few of his deeper, more personal tracks before moving into others that we jumped and danced around to. If I focused just enough on him, I could picture it as if I were the only person in the audience, a show put on for his greatest fan.

Faye stepped away after his set to wait in the long line for the bathroom while I found a spot at the edge of the stage, waiting for him to emerge from the tent that acted as a backstage area.

"Miss me?" I jumped at the sound of Yoongi's voice from behind me, distracted by the next act until he'd pulled me off of my feet, turning me around in a tight embrace. He didn't waste a moment, putting me down and pressing his lips to mine softly, everything as it should have been as it all, my earlier jitters included, dissipated.

We refused to let go of each other, standing with our arms locked. "Your set was amazing. Did you hear us screaming?" I asked, my cheeks aching with the deep smile I couldn't hold back.

"I did." He kissed the corner of my mouth. "Speaking of, where's Faye?"

"Bathroom, we'll go grab her and then head over to the stage for Eminem." I answered, tilting my hat back so I could kiss him one more time before he led us to our next destination.

It was an absolutely perfect end to the night, the three of us rapping along to Eminem until our voices were hoarse. On the bus ride back to our apartment Faye snapped constant pictures, insisting that our smudged makeup and sweat coated skin would only make for better shots.

Yoongi leaned against our kitchen counter, keeping his fingers around mine as I hung my keys and purse on a hook near the door. He tugged me until we were flush against each other as Faye made her way to the shower, still raving about the first day of the festival.

"I'm guessing I have Faye to thank for these." His voice was low, his lips moving against my mouth as he trailed his hand down the back of my pants and to my exposed thighs.

We melted together, unable to keep our mouths and hands off of each other until we were interrupted by Faye, clearing her throat and in her bathrobe.

"I'm just here for my eye patches." She giggled, stepping past us to the refrigerator, out of the kitchen just as quickly as she came.

We refused to spend more than a minute apart, showing together, using the bathroom with the other talking on the other side of the door, and with me mashed between him and Faye as they held onto each of my hands in the final two days of the festival.

There were certain moments over those days that I knew I'd hold on to for eternity. We documented photos of our first bites of hotdogs and pizza, the beer chugging contests we had, and Faye's drunken kiss with each of us. I didn't need photos of the moment he held his lips to mine during "Chocolate" and "Sex on Fire," the memory like a brand on my heart.

It was the most complete, flawless farewell I could have imagined, and when I dropped Yoongi off at the airport two days later, I didn't feel the same pain as the first time, a sense of resolve in the beautiful love we shared.
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Author's Note: Hope you all are enjoying the story! I'm curious about who you all think the next soulmate will be since Yoongi's reign has come to an end?