I took a deep breath and pulled up the soulmate app. The guys were in the hallway, waiting to go on stage. I could hear them bouncing around and getting pumped up through the door, as I sat on the couch in Hobi and JK's dressing room. I suppose that this is as good a time as any to do this. I just hope that it distracts him and he stops thinking that I'm his soulmate.

God.

How did this all get so screwed up. I swear, the next time that I see Gam-Ra, I'm giving her a piece of my mind for making me sign up. All it has done is mess up my whole life.

Okay.

Maybe not my whole life.

I might be exaggerating a little bit, due to my ass being so dramatic. But I'm a Scorpio. Drama runs in my blood. Or my...stars?

HipStar: Hey. I'm sorry that I kind of disappeared. I've had some stuff going on.

I set my phone down on the small table next to the couch. I don't expect him to reply until later. I had my head resting on the back of the couch when my phone buzzed.

Giyoon: I was getting worried about you. I thought maybe my soulmate had died or something.

HipStar: Nope. I'm still alive and kicking.

Giyoon: I thought that it would be ironic, since you're always saying 'have fun. Don't die' to me.

Giyoon: Actually, somebody else said that to me the other day.

Of course he would bring that up.

HipStar: Oh yeah? Who?

I knew who.

Giyoon: Do you remember me telling you that I was having problems with somebody at work?

HipStar: Yeah. I do. This is the same person?

Giyoon: Yeah. She's really frustrating. She actually asked for a transfer away from me.

HipStar: That's a good thing, right? Now you don't have to fight with somebody all the time?

Giyoon: I guess...but now I'm bored.

HipStar: What do you mean?

Giyoon: She was annoying. Loud. Pushy. Bossy. Argumentative.

Well that's rude.

Giyoon: But at least she wasn't boring.

Oh. That's...not so bad, I guess.

HipStar: You don't like whoever they replaced her with?

Giyoon: No. His personality is about the same as a noodle that hasn't been cooked all the way through.

HipStar: Lol! Okay. That sounds terrible.

Giyoon: And he wears sweater vests. Every. Single. Day.

HipStar: So they hired somebody who gets all of his clothes from Chandler Bing's reject pile?

Giyoon: EXACTLY! Ugh. If I see any more argyle, I'm going to hurl.

HipStar: Are we feeling a tad bit dramatic today?

Guess that makes two of us. 

Giyoon: Maybe a little. Sorry.

HipStar: Don't apologize. It's pretty entertaining, actually.

Giyoon: My discomfort amuses you?

HipStar: Yep. Very much.

Giyoon: Glad to be of service.

You know...if it weren't for the fact that he's ...Yoongi...I could actually see myself falling for my soulmate. He's funny and dramatic. He doesn't use the letter U as a pronoun. As far as I can tell, he's never done that annoying shit where you capitalize every other letter. I find his basic knowledge of grammar kind of sexy. Weird.

Giyoon: Can I ask you a question.

HipStar: Should I be scared?

Giyoon: I don't think so?

HipStar: Proceed.

Giyoon: Have we met before?

Oh come on, Yoongi. How are you going to ask that. As far as you know, I've never even seen your face. Ohhh...that's good. I'm going to use that.

HipStar: How would I know? I've never seen your face before.

Giyoon: I could send you a picture.

HipStar: Can I ask you a question? Why did you ask me that?

Giyoon: I have my reasons.

HipStar: Do you think that I'm somebody you know?

Giyoon: I might be a little suspicious of it.

Don't do it, Cassi. Don't ask him. You don't want the answer, no matter what it is. You don't want the answer to be no. You don't want the answer to be yes. Just don't ask him.

But I have to. I need to know.

HipStar: Do you want me to be this person that you think it is?

Giyoon: Honestly? I don't know.

Oh. Okay, then. I expected him to just flat-out say no.

Giyoon: Don't get me wrong, she's pretty, but she's frustrating.

HipStar: That's an interesting answer.

Giyoon: She's kind of funny, I guess. Though most of her jokes are laced in sarcasm and at my expense.

HipStar: I like her already. Can you ask if she wants to be friends with me?

Giyoon: Sheesh. Who's side are you on?

HipStar: Mine, obviously.

Giyoon: Do you think that the soulmate store accepts returns or exchanges?

HipStar: Oh you're hilarious.

Giyoon: I mean...I think that I am, but it's always nice to be appreciated.

Giyoon: Hey, I gotta go. They're calling me at work. I'll talk to you in a bit.

HipStar: Okay. Have fun. Don't die.

Damnit. I sent that without even thinking of it. It was habit, really. I told everybody that. But I had told myself that I wasn't going to say it to him anymore. I couldn't risk it. Yet there it was.

Smart, Cass. Real smart.

I stared at the screen for a few minutes. I must be really fucking stupid, because I just noticed his screen name. 

Giyoon.

Yoongi.

Yep. Really. Fucking. Stupid. 

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–Yoongi's POV–

She said it again.

'Have fun. Don't die.'

I honestly didn't know what to think or believe anymore. At first, I had been convinced that it was Cassi. Who else says shit like that? But the longer that it went on without me hearing from my soulmate, the less that I thought it was Cassi. She wasn't great at keeping secrets. I don't think that she would be able to keep this going for so long.

Then again, it's been a month since I actually got to spend any time around her. Maybe she got better at it. How long does it take someone to become a spy?

I'm guessing longer than a month. 

It still bugged me that she actually asked to be moved off of my team and over to Kook. If I was being honest with myself, then I'd have to admit it: I missed her. A lot. Maybe I should storm Kook and Hobi's dressing room like the Beaches of Normandy after the show and just hang out in there. It was a lame excuse, but at least I could be around her.

It's a stupid idea, but it's also a great idea. Hobi is my best friend. I could just use him as an excuse. Granted, he will be the one who sees right through it, but he could keep a secret. So I wasn't worried.

"Yoongi-Hyung!" I heard Jungkook call to me. "What're you doing? Let's go!"

I rolled my eyes a little and followed him under the stage to the platform that would rise up with us on it. I hadn't been very nice to the kid lately. It wasn't his fault that Cassi is working with him instead of me now. I should probably back off of him a bit.

I clapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Sorry, Kook. I was distracted."

"By a girl?" he asked and wiggled his dark eyebrows at me.

"It's possible," I tell him with a laugh. "I think that I've found my soulmate."

"WHAT?!" He says a little too loudly. But then we're moving, rising up out of the bottom of the stage, and I don't have the chance to answer him.

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I was ready with Jungkook's next outfit when he came flying into the room. I held it out and and he grabbed it on his way behind the changing screen. He was back out in record time and I helped him fix his pants around the transmitter pack for his wireless head mic, then he was out the door. His solo song was first in a long line of them. One from each member, then a couple of duets and line songs. This was the busiest part of the show for me.

Hobi came in as JK was running out, and collapsed on the couch. I started to say something to him, but the door opened again and Yoongi walked in, sitting down on the couch with Hobi.

"What're you doing in here?" I asked without thinking.

"I'm hanging out with my best friend," he said as he dug around in the bowl of suckers on the side table and selected one, unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. "Am I not allowed to do that?"

"Do whatever you want, dude," I say.

I walk over to the rack of clothes to get Hobi's next outfit. I hand it to him, and he goes to change, then I turn back to the rack to make sure that the clothes are still lined up in the right order. When I turn back around, Yoongi is right there.

I jump and screech a little bit, then put my hand over my heart to try and calm myself down. Not that it does any good. Why do people do that, anyway?

"You scared the hell out of me, Mr. Min."

Yoongi rolled his eyes so hard, I swear that I could hear them hit his eye sockets.

"Enough with that shit, Cassi," he tells me, pulling the sucker out of his mouth. Is a guy with a sucker supposed to be this hot? His voice goes a little softer. "Please. Just call me Yoongi again."

"Why?" I ask him. "Why do you care what I call you?"

"I was wrong, Cassi," he says with a soft sigh. "I shouldn't have said that stuff to you. I never should have told you to call me that. I never should have said that we aren't friends. We are."

"Were," I correct him.

"No," he says. "We are friends."

I blinked as I searched his face. I didn't even know what to say to him right now.

He reached out and picked an invisible piece of lint off my shoulder. "How is it working with Kookie?"

"It's good," I tell him. "He doesn't yell at me."

"Sounds...boring."

I can't help it. I giggle at him. "It is a little bit. But I like Jungkook. He's funny. And a crazy ball of energy."

"You don't get enough of that from Hobi?" He asks me.

I shrug and reach up to scratch the edge of my ear. "I guess. Them together is a lot to take."

"Maybe you should ask to switch back to me," he says. "I really hate the new guy I'm stuck with."

"Too much argyle?" I ask.

"How did you know that I thought that?" He asks me, and I quickly spin around, facing away from him.

I cover my mouth with my hand to keep me from saying anything else that could give me away.

 Damn. We just had this conversation on the soulmate app earlier. What the hell was I thinking? Why couldn't I control what came out of my mouth?

I had to answer him, so I went with the easiest, but also lamest, option. "Lucky guess?"

He didn't say anything, but I heard the click as his phone unlocked. I didn't dare to turn around to look at him. I knew that he would see it in my eyes if I did. I heard the sound as his arms dropped to his sides and lightly slapped against his legs.

Just then, my phone went off. It was on silent, but I was so on edge, that the vibration in my pocket made me jump a little.

"Answer it," Yoongi said.

"Nah. I'll check it later," I tell him.

"Answer it," he says again, his voice dropping a couple of octaves. If I was being honest, his tone was kind of sexy.

"Yoongi..."

"Oh my God," he breathes out. "It's true."

I sigh and finally turn around and raise my eyes to his. I expect to see an annoyed expression on his face, considering what had just been revealed. But instead, there's an adorable, crooked smile on his lips, around the stick of the sucker, and his eyes are scrunched up at the corners a bit.

"Wh-...When did you know?" he asks me.

"When you gave me your number on the soulmate app," I answer. "I went to type it in, and it autofilled your name, since it's already in my phone."

"Ohhhhh..." he says, finally understanding. "So that's why you never texted me."

"Yep."

"Because you're upset that it's me." It was a statement, not a question.

"Because I'm shocked that it's you, Yoongi," I tell him. "But aren't you upset?"

He sighed and walked over until he was standing right in front of me. "Did you not listen to anything that I said to you a couple of weeks ago?"

I was confused, and I'm sure that my face showed it. "What did you say? All I remember is you telling me that I'm stupid."

"Jesus, Cassi," he says. He reaches up and runs a hand through his hair. I watch as he lightly tugs at the ends. "You really missed my whole point, didn't you?"

"Your point in calling me stupid?"

"My point in saying that you never noticed how I feel about you," he said. He reaches for my hand and tugs me to him, then puts his hand on the small of my back, pressing my body up against his. "And that I felt like I was cheating on my soulmate, because I can never seem to get you out of my head. Turns out, I was cheating on you with...you." 

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A/N: So I wrote this reveal a couple of chapters ago. I wanted to save it until later, but it just wanted to come out so badly. It kept creeping up on me. Literally. I would hit backspace, and it would appear from the depths at the bottom of the Google Doc that I use to write. So...I'm sorry if you think that it's too soon, but I promise, I didn't have a choice. It was like a swamp creature coming after me. What was I supposed to do? Anyway, I hope that you're all staying safe and healthy, my loves. -------Kat

Yoongi smirks are one of my favorite things in the world.