"Ma'am?" The man asked, his voice sounding worried. "I have to ask again...are you sure that you want to do this?"

I take deep breath and nod my head. "Ye-yeah. Yes. I want to do it. I want my mark removed."

"It's a really painful process," he tells me.

I look at him. He's maybe five or so years older than me. He has reddish brown hair that's down to his shoulders and looks like he hasn't washed it in a week. It's almost enough to scare me off. Almost. But he comes highly recommended as the best in the business to do this. So I'm staying. 

"I'll be fine," I tell him. "I have a really high pain tolerance."

"Ma'am...even for the highest pain tolerance, it would be rough," he tells me. "You'll be losing several layers of skin. They will be peeled off your body like an orange."

"Jeez...Don't sugarcoat it or anything."

"Ma'am, there is no sugarcoating here," he says. "You're rejecting your soulmate. You're having their mark removed from your body. Your souls were meant to be together, but you're about to sever the tie that connects you. It doesn't just hurt on the outside. It hurts your soul to lose your soulmate like that. Their soul is being ripped away from yours. Do you understand?"

I swallowed hard and nodded my head. "I...I understand. But I'm not rejecting him. H-he r-rejected m-me."

Damnit. Why couldn't I talk? Why was I stuttering so bad? I've had two weeks to get used to this idea. I'm ready. I am so ready. I couldn't take being connected to somebody who didn't want me anymore. Every time I saw him, it felt like my soul was being ripped from my body. So this couldn't be any worse, could it?

My phone rang, and I reached for it.

Bip.

Weird. Why is he calling me?

"Hello, little brother," I said when I answered it.

His name wasn't really Bip. When we were little, our parents told us not to tell strangers our name, so he started telling everybody his name was Bip, after his favorite baseball player at the time, Bip Roberts. His name was actually Drew. But even into our thirties, I had never let him live that one down. 

"Hey, did you get the package that I sent you?" He asks me. His voice sounds a little worried.

"What package?" I asked him. "What did you send me? I haven't been home in weeks, Bip. We're on tour."

"Yeah, I know," he says. "I didn't send it to your house."

"Where did you send it, then?"

"One of your friends on tour," He tells me. "I think he said his name was Yoongi."

"You sent the package to Yoongi?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yeah...why? Is that bad?"

"Drew, Yoongi hates me," I tell him, my voice cracking on the word 'hates'. "Whatever you sent is probably going to be ruined by the time that it gets to me."

"He hates you?" my little brother asks. "Are you sure? That's not the impression that I got from him."

"I don't know what he said to make you think differently, but he played you, little brother."

"Cass...I think that you're wrong," he tells me.

"Why do you say that?" I ask. "You don't even know him."

"Because of what's in the package...it was his idea," he explains. "He called me. He asked for it. He said you needed it. So I sent it."

"What is 'it' exactly?" I ask.

"Just...wait until the package is delivered," He tells me. "Then you'll understand."

"You're being cryptic, Bip."

"You'll see. I gotta get back to work. The band I'm working with this week is really temperamental. I love you, sis."

"Love you, too."

I hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment. Then I took a deep breath and nodded to the guy. I was ready to do this. For Yoongi to be happy. Even if it meant that I never would be again. 

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"Cass? Yoooo. Earth to Cassiopeia!" Jungkook giggled at himself. "That's kinda funny. Earth to Cassiopeia. Since Cassiopeia is actually a constellation."

"Huh?" I mumbled, turning to look at JK. "sho ned something?"

Jungkook cocked his head to the side. "Are you drunk?"

"What? No," I told him. I wasn't. Just the after effects of the painkillers from having my mark removed this morning. I don't know what that guy gave me, but it's some good shit that I'm not sure is illegal. "I's fine."

I may or may not have taken one more of the little pills than I was supposed to, hoping that it would numb the pain in my heart. It's not really working, though. 

"Sure you are," Jungkook said. He took hold of my arm and led me over to the couch in the dressing room. "Lay down. Sleep for a few. Maybe it will help."

I tried to shake my head no at him, but as soon as I tilted it to the right, I tumbled over onto my side. "Jus few minots."

"Whatever you say, Noona," Jungkook tells me, right before I pass out.

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*******Jungkook's POV*******

"Is she going to be okay?" I asked Hobi. "I can't figure out what's wrong with her."

He chewed on his lip for a moment, thinking, then he turned to me with wide eyes and a horrible expression on his normally cheerful face.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "She didn't. Tell me she didn't actually fucking do it!"

I was confused. "Do what?"

He walked over to her and touched her left hip with his finger tips. He just barely touched her, but even in her sleep, she hissed and moved away from him.

He looked like he was going to cry. "Cass, no...You stupid girl. Why would you do that?"

"Hyung, I swear if you don't tell me what's going on right no-"

"She had her soulmate marking removed," he told me.

I gasped and covered my mouth for a moment. "Oh shit. Yoongi-Hyung is going to be pissed."

"He's going to be heartbroken," he told me. "He loves her. And damnit, she loves him too. I know that she does."

"How do you know that?"

"Because she did this for him," he said. He sighed and sat down on the edge of the small coffee table in front of the couch, watching Cass as she slept. "She told me that she was doing it so that he would have a chance to be happy in the future, since she couldn't be the one to make him happy."

"Hold up," I said, raising a hand in the air like a stop sign . "You knew that she was going to do this? AND YOU DIDN'T STOP HER?!? Oh Yoongi-Hyung is going to kill you dead."

"I know."

"No. I don't think that you do." I said, shaking my head. "He's going to kill you, cut you up into little Hobi pieces, bury you in a foreign country, and then come back to South Korea to help people look for you."

"I thought that I HAD stopped her, Kook," he told me, putting his face in his hands. "I really thought that I had changed her mind. When she told me about it, it was a couple of weeks ago. She said she was just researching how to have it removed. Then we didn't talk about it again, so I thought she had given up on that silliness."

"Obviously she didn't."

"Jesus, Jungkook! Do you think that I don't know that now? I feel bad enough as it is, I don't need your guilt trip on top of it," he tells me. There are tears in his eyes and I feel kind of bad.

"You're right, Hyung, I'm sorry," I told him.

"She has the worst timing ever," Hobi told me. "Remember we were talking about him making a big, romantic gesture?"

"Yeah. But you guys never told me what it was."

"That's because you can't keep your mouth shut to save your life, Kook," He said. "Any time that you get even the smallest amount of gossip, you run off to Tae like a sprinter in the Olympics." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Anyway...it should be arriving today."

"What is it?"

"I'm not telling you," he said, rolling his eyes all the way around in that Hobi-way of his. "You'll see soon enough."

I shook my head at him. "Hobi-Hyung, no. He can't do it now. He can't see her like this."

"We have a concert to get ready for, Kook," he pointed out to me. "How are we supposed to do that and fix the situation that these two idiots have gotten themselves into, just because they refuse to admit that they love each other?"

I shrugged at him. I honestly had no idea.

He was right though.

They are both HUGE fucking idiots. 

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A/N: When I write a story, I start it without any real plan. I just let the characters speak for themselves. Luckily for me, though, I have two amazing friends to bounce ideas off of. So I want to thank them. They're the best. 

I know that I usually end my chapters with sunshine and smiles, but this pic is way too beautiful not to share.