The show had ended two hours ago. After I got everything cleaned up, I took the bag that needed to be dry cleaned and dropped it off. I really didn't even think about going to find Yoongi. I was used to my after-concert routine, so I did it, then I walked back to our hotel. It wasn't too far away, just a few blocks. On my way, my phone buzzed, so I pulled it out of my pocket.

Yoongi: Hey. Are you still at the venue?

Cassi: No. I had to find the dry cleaners, so that I can pick the clothes up before we leave in the morning. Now I'm walking back to the hotel.

Yoongi: You're what? Alone?

Cassi: Umm...yes? Am I helpless or something?

Yoongi: No. You're definitely not helpless. But what if something happens to you?

Cassi: Then I guess it's a good thing that we've only partially bonded. You know that fully bonded soulmates don't live long after their partner dies.

Yoongi: Tell me something...If somebody were to attack you, then what would you use to defend yourself?

Cassi: My award-winning sarcasm, of course.

Yoongi: Of course.

Cassi: I have a pocket knife on me, honey. I always do. Granted...it's shaped like a mermaid, because my 6-year-old niece picked it out. But I do have one.

Yoongi: Not gonna lie...the mental image of you fighting off an attacker with a mermaid knife is kind of hilarious. All the same, can you just tell me where you are so that I can come and get you?

Cassi: That's not necessary, Yoongi. I'm fine.

Yoongi: Please?

I sighed, but dropped him a pin of my location. Being a soulmate was going to take some getting used to, but I guess that it's sweet that he's worried about me. I don't necessarily have to fight him about it, just because I prefer to be independent.

Yoongi: Thank you. I'll be there in a few minutes, Kitten. Stay put.

I looked around. Stay put? I was just supposed to stand here in the middle of the sidewalk? I really shouldn't have even told him where I was. What if we were seen? ARMY would have a field day. They loved all seven guys to an extreme. And the more crazy ones didn't like when one of them even looked at a girl.

I saw a bench about half a block away, so I walked down there and sat down, looking at my surroundings. This area was a little creepy. Yoongi may have a point in being worried. Not that I'd ever tell him that. I could still take care of myself. I had done just that, ever since I moved to South Korea, three years ago.

It's been a rough go of it. I missed the US. I missed blackberry Sprites from Sonic. I missed my parents and my siblings. I missed my dog. He was probably what I missed the most. I needed to go home soon to visit him. And maybe my parents, too. Definitely my little brother, since he was the one who was taking care of my dog for me.

I felt a touch on my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin. I had been so deep in thought, that I hadn't even heard him walk up to me.

"Cassi?" Yoongi asked. "Are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you. I said your name several times."

"I'm sorry. I was deep in thought."

"About what?" he asked as he sat down beside me on the bench.

"About home."

"Do you miss it? The US?" he asks. He looks nervous. Like he thinks I'm about to announce that I'm going back home. Which is ridiculous.

"I miss my family," I tell him. "And I really miss my dog."

"You have a dog?" He asks me. I can hear the surprise in his voice.

"Yeah. Rizzo," I tell him. I reach into my pocket and pull out of my phone, showing him the lock screen. It's a picture of Rizzo laying across my chest with his head snuggled into my neck and me kissing his forehead.

"He's cute!" Yoongi says. "And not a little dog, either."

"No. He's a lab and golden retriever," I explain to him. "He's a big, giant baby."

"Where is he?"

"He's with my little brother," I say with a frown. "I've never been able to find a way to bring him here with me."

"I'm sorry, Kitten," he tells me. "I don't like when I have to be away from Holly for even a short amount of time. I can't even imagine what it's like for you."

"Yeah...He's my baby," I say. "He probably thinks that I've abandoned him."

"I'm sure he doesn't think that," he says, reaching for my hand and lacing his fingers through mine. I look down at our hands. It's a strange feeling, but comforting.

I look up at his eyes, and he gives me a small smile. "Are you hungry?"

I shrug at him. "You don't have to feed me, Yoongi. I've been doing it myself for plenty of years."

He sighs and turns his body to face me, pulling his knee up on the bench in front of him. "Cassi, listen...I know it's going to be weird, letting me in and letting me take care of you. But we're soulmates. You're not in this alone anymore."

"But I don't need somebody to take care of me, Yoongi," I insist to him.

"We can take care of each other, Cassi," he says. "Is that okay?"

I cock my head to the side, watching is face. "It's that easy for you to fall right into this?"

He scrunches up his face as he thinks about it for a moment, then shrugs and nods. "Yeah. It is. It feels like all of the pieces finally fit perfectly and are settling into place."

"Pieces of what?" I ask him.

"My life, Cassi," he says. He's giving me that adorable crooked smile again. Ugh. It seriously does things to me. "I've got my music, I've got my brothers, I've got my girl. It's an amazing feeling."

"Oh, so now I'm your girl, am I?" I ask him with a giggle.

"You were my girl long before either of us even realized, Kitten," he tells me, then he frowns. "You are my girl, right?"

I cock my head to look at him again, then I slowly nod my head. "Yeah. I think that I am."

"Can you ask to be my stylist again, then?" He asks hopefully.

I lay my other hand on top of his that's still holding mine. "I already did."

Yoongi's eyes go bright and glittery. "You did?! What did they say?"

"They said that it was fine, as long as I stayed on JK and Hobi's teams, as well. Seems that the guy you've been working with isn't too fond of you. I believe what I was told was that they've never had so many complaints about one artist in such a short period of time. Apparently you've been in a mood or something."

"He keeps trying to put me in plaid, Cassi! PLAID!" he just about yells at me. "And not even a sexy plaid like those ghost hunter guys in that TV show you like from the US. But ugh plaid. Pants, shirts, hats, gloves. Last week, he tried to get me to wear hot pink and green plaid shoes. They looked like someone had thrown up on them."

"Are you talking about Supernatural?" I ask him with a laugh.

"Yes! That's the one!" he says. "At least they get to wear dark, sexy plaid flannel or whatever Americans call it. But I have to wear stuff that's so bright it can be seen from space."

"Wow. You really don't like him."

"Nobody likes him," he tells me. "Not even Jin, and he likes everyone. Literally everyone."

"Well don't worry, baby," I tell him, reaching up to touch his cheek. "You get me back."

Yoongi leans his head into my touch and smiles at me. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Yoongi," I tell him. "But what happens when we fight again?"

"We fight," he tells me, like the answer is obvious. "Then we spend the rest of the night making up."

"Min Yoongi!" I say with a laugh and push at his shoulder.

"What?" he asks, trying to feign innocence. "I meant cuddling! What are you thinking?"

I blush and roll my eyes. "That is not what you meant, and we both know it."

"You're the one with the dirty thoughts, Kitten," he tells me. He's laughing, and his gummy smile and crinkled eyes are really doing something to my heart.

"Why did you start calling me Kitten?" I ask him.

"ARMY calls me a cat," he says with a laugh. "Or Meow Meow. Something like that. Anyway, I thought it would be cute if you matched."

I stare at him for a moment, running the tip of my tongue up and down the inside of my cheek.

"What?" He asks me.

"Who knew that you were this fucking adorable?" I can't help but giggle.

"Uhhh...everyone. Duh." He winks at me.

Winks.

Min. Fucking. Yoongi.

He just winked at me.

There goes my fucking heart.

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A/N: We're getting a double update today, because my mom is in the hospital, and writing is a good distraction while we sit here.

For the record, I do have a mermaid knife that was picked out by my 6-year-old niece. Ya'll know that I love to write little parts of my life into my stories. Here's pic of the knife. Every time I see her, she asks where it is. She insists that she's going to get it when she's old enough, and she wants to make sure that I'm taking care of it. This kid, ya'll, I swear.

Borahae-------Kat