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- a three way soulmate!au featuring our two adorable bubbas; requested by TaesWolfie

a/n: just so y'all know, this is 5800+ words!

Under a dove grey sky, the colours of his world don their winter coats, each hue darker and richer than before. The path in front of him sparkles and crunches, like sugar underfoot, and the coolness brings him right into the now, into the moment of life. Though the flowers sleep and the trees show their lofty arms once more, a smile plays upon his cold lips. For as much as he loves the summertime, he loves the winter too.

He watches his boots take steps over the frozen sidewalk, perfect concrete slabs, flat and square, and his gaze occasionally transfixing itself to the interplay of cloud and sun above. Soon, he finds himself distracted by the beauty above him, countless thoughts and questions leaving him to think deeply about all that he knows, getting caught up in the mystery that is his mind.

Only the slipping of his feet brings his attention earthward once more, the need to stay upright pulling his mind into the present. He chuckles at the near accident and adjusts his beanie, sticking his hands back into the warmth that his pockets provided before a glimmering sign catches his eye.

Furrowing his brows, he cautiously makes his way towards it, curious to see what's inside. He stops in front of the door, whimpering as he shoves his hands deeper into his pockets, eyes quickly scanning over a sign similar to the one hanging over the top of the store.

SERENDIPITY

take the chance

"Serendipity?" He whispers, blinking at the sign a few times before glancing in the shop to see a small gathering of people scattered around the place with warm looking cups of coffee and content smiles.

And while it looks as if everyone in there is enjoying some quality time with their soulmates, Taehyung allows his hand to press against the door as he enters, the people inside sparing him fleeting glances as he smiles to himself, heading confidently towards a table near the window.

He averts his eyes to the wonderful scenery outside, doing his very best to stop his eyes from trailing to the reflection of the couple sitting near him, sharing something that he so badly desires; love and affection.

His hand hovers over his collarbone for a few lingering seconds before flattening against the soft flesh, his fingertips brushing against the constellation etched delicately into his light coffee coloured skin; the brand of his destined soulmate.

Taehyung recalls being a young and naive boy, tracing over the intricate details of his mother's tattoo as she told him the story of how she met his late father. He could never get tired of hearing their initial denials of it being true before slowly but delicately falling in love with each other.

He'd spend nights staying up late to sketch out what he thought his tattoo would look like. From roses to simple lines, he thought of it all, always looking in the mirror to figure out just what part of his body they would look best on.

Eventually, his sixteenth birthday rolled around, the tired but determined boy sitting in nothing but his boxers in front of his mirror, continuously giving his body a once over as the time ticked closer and closer to midnight. His breath hitched in his throat once his watch read twelve, his mouth going dry at the sudden burn on his neck, getting on his knees as he leant in to take a closer look.

The constellation was and still is beautiful, the smile on his face growing every time he caught a glimpse of it, the simplicity of the design enough to leave him gushing over it.

After further study, he found the constellation to be of Lyra, a representation of the harp Orpheus was given by Apollo. He would play the harp so beautifully that it would soothe souls and bring joy to weary hearts. However, Orpheus' wife died and he fell into depression, getting himself killed and his harp thrown into a river. Zeus had retrieved it and put it up in the sky.

Taehyung sighs, reluctantly letting his hand fall from his neck to brace against the table as he stands, figuring he should order something while here. He allows his gaze to freely roam the menu situated above the counter, taking his time as there seems to be no-one there to take his order.

He's grateful for the time, however, Taehyung never having been any good at making quick decisions.

"Sorry for the wait," a passionate voice calls out, the sound reminding Taehyung of feather-filled pillows and polished piano keys. The startled boy immediately casts his gaze down, desperate to see the owner to this melodic voice.

A young man with a round face looks up at him expectantly, his low set eyebrows raising slightly when Taehyung just stares. The man's small eyes slant downwards, the simple shade of brown in them conveying modesty and generosity. The man's hair is dyed a charming shade of midnight blue, the colour making the paleness of his skin stick out gorgeously. Taehyung feels more at ease when he sees the man's naturally downward facing lips curl up into an amused smile, his rugged look giving him an obvious attractiveness.

"Sir?" He calls out, looking coy when Taehyung nods, mumbling an apology under his breath. The man behind the counter simply hums, awaiting Taehyung's order.

"I'll have a hot chocolate, please. Oh, and a blueberry muffin!" Taehyung quickly rattles off, fiddling with his hands as the man puts it down into his machine with a smug smile. Using this opportunity to his advantage, Taehyung steals a glance at the man's name tag, unable to stop the a smile from gracing his features.

"Yoongi," he mutters to himself, flushing red when the man glances up in confusion, suspiciously repeating the cost of Taehyung's order. Mortified, Taehyung hands him the money and accepts the receipt and table number with a polite nod, keeping his head low as he makes his way back to his table.

"Fuck," he curses as he takes a seat, mouth hanging open as he watches Yoongi get started on his drink, the veins in his pale left arm sticking out as he twists the knobs on the machine, his soft lips pressed into a thin line.

He suddenly wonders if this man has his soulmate, his thoughts drifting from that to what Yoongi's tattoo may be of and where it may be hidden. His heart rate doubles as he can just see an exact replica of the tattoo painted on his skin decorating Yoongi's pale flesh, the black lines looking stark against it.

Taehyung's cheeks are suddenly kissed pink like a spring rose, the blooming colour so cute against his smooth skin. He looks away from Yoongi and finds a distraction at the table, reading through a menu that doesn't need his attention.

Yoongi hangs back, allowing the young man time to compose himself, fighting back the smile that wants to break out, his hands slowly picking up Taehyung's order. What happens next he's going to want to remember for a long time, so while his gaze is soft he doesn't drop his eyes for a moment.

"Here's your hot chocolate and muffin," Yoongi announces startling Taehyung as he carefully places the items onto the table. With a hand on his chest, Taehyung thanks Yoongi with a small smile, his gaze shy as he meets Yoongi's eyes.

"Sir, I just thought I'd let you know that we have a policy down here," Yoongi hesitantly starts, politely clasping his hands in front of his chest, an easy going smile brightening up his features. "We like to learn the names of all our customers so that they feel welcome at the cafe. So I'm Min Yoongi," he grins, motioning to the name tag pinned to his uniform.

Taehyung peers at it, pretending as if he didn't see it before. With a nod, he offers Yoongi a warm smile. "I'm Kim Taehyung."

"Taehyung, huh?" Yoongi teasingly repeats, watching as the younger's cheeks once again colour themselves pink. "Well, nice to meet you, Taehyung. If you need anything, just call," Yoongi explains, shooting Taehyung a suggestive wink as he saunters away from Taehyung's table with a smug look on his face.

Taehyung suddenly feels awkward, demure, and coy; even going as far as attempting to hide his rosy features behind his slim fingers. Once he's sure the blush has died down, he removes his hands from his face, gingerly picking up the cup of hot chocolate and taking a sip, allowing the sweet taste to coat his mouth.

"Perfect," he murmurs, going back for another, stealing a quick glance at the counter to see Yoongi watching him with a fond smile on his face.

*

Taehyung comes back to Serendipity everyday for three months, spending hours upon hours drinking the marvellous concoctions that Yoongi makes for him all while watching the boy with adoring eyes.

Over time, they've gotten to talking, Yoongi often stopping by Taehyung's table in between orders and breaks, smiling warmly as he engages in light conversation. During these light hearted conversations, Taehyung's learnt a lot about Yoongi as has Yoongi about Taehyung, their friendship blossoming with every word shared between them.

Taehyung walks into the cafe with a particular bounce in his step, waving enthusiastically upon spotting Yoongi lazily standing by the counter. Yoongi straightens, his lips stretching into a smile that shows off his gums and teeth, his own hand raising to wave Taehyung over.

"What will it be today, muffin?" Yoongi casually asks, looking up expectantly at Taehyung who is in the process of gushing over the nickname. Noticing the amused pair of eyes on him, he clears his throat, blushing a mad red as he orders a caramel latte and an apple and cinnamon muffin.

Yoongi chuckles, heading over to the basket that holds all the muffins with a small smile on his face, delicately picking out the best looking one for Taehyung. He returns to find Taehyung biting his lip, gaze cast down as he seems to be deep in thought. Sliding the brown paper bag in front of the spaced out boy, the older politely asks for the money, his right arm extending to collect it.

Taehyung laughs at his own ditziness, pulling out a twenty dollar note. However, as he hands over the money, his eyes widen upon sight of the ink on Yoongi's pale wrist. A constellation wraps itself around the older's wrist, each line so perfectly thin and straight that it seems as if God created this tattoo just for the ethereal man standing before him. Taehyung can't tear his eyes away from it, aware of the tears slowly blurring his vision as his own hand presses against his collarbone.

Is he...my soulmate?

"Taehyung? You okay?" Yoongi asks, concern lacing his tone almost as delicately as the tattoo carved into his soft skin. With a small nod, Taehyung slams the note on the counter and excuses himself, making a mad dash for the bathroom, ignoring the worried calls from the man behind him.

Once inside, he turns on the tap, letting the water run for a while before cupping his hands, allowing the cool stream of liquid to spill over the edges before throwing it onto his face. He repeats this a few times, hoping it can help clear his troubled mind. He eventually stops, panting as he spares his reflection a look of doubt, despite the waves of hope spreading warmth through him.

"It can't be him, can it?" He mumbles, using the back of his sleeve to dry his face, pulling down the thin material of his shirt to reveal his tattoo, aware of the way it begins to throb. He gently presses his fingers against it, closing his eyes as he counts to ten, preparing himself to head out and tell Yoongi.

"Taehyung, you okay in there?"

"Shit," Taehyung hisses, pulling his collar up before wiping at his eyes a few more times, looking in the mirror once more to deem himself presentable. "Yeah, I'm all good!" He replies, nervously fiddling with his hands as it's silent for a few moments.

"Okay, I'm coming in," Yoongi gently states, swinging open the door hesitantly, his head sticking out from around the corner, eyes immediately meeting Taehyung's. He sighs, walking in timidly, closing the door behind them, subtly flicking the lock.

"What's wrong, muffin? You scared me back there," Yoongi questions, his eyebrows drawn together in sheer concern. Taehyung shuffles on the spot, lips parting as he tries to find the words to say, feeling pathetic when nothing but a sigh pushes past his now dry lips.

"C'mon, you can tell me," Yoongi coaxes, taking a careful step towards Taehyung. Taehyung lets his head bob up and down in a nod, his hands clasping themselves in front of him as he lets out a deep breath.

"Your tattoo," is all he says at first, watching as Yoongi holds out his wrist in confusion, flicking his gaze back and forth between it and the boy standing shyly before him. "I have the same one."

Yoongi gulps, eyes widening as Taehyung slides down the material of his shirt, showing off the constellation sitting prettily on top of his deep collarbone. Taehyung expects denial, maybe a few curse words but what he does not expect is for Min Yoongi to throw his arms around his torso, his silent sobs making his shoulders shake.

Taehyung places his arms over Yoongi, closing his eyes as he relishes in the feel of holding the boy in his arms; a feeling he's sure he won't give up for anything.

"I'm so delighted it's you," Taehyung finally mutters, resting his chin on top of Yoongi's head with an affectionate smile, his body swaying to its own accord as Yoongi chuckles, burying his face into Taehyung's chest, his natural scent of vanilla comforting the man in ways that are indescribable.

"I couldn't have said it better, muffin."

*

"No soulmate, huh? That must suck," Chaelin taunts, flashing you a smug smirk as he casually strolls to his desk, completely unaware of the dirty look you send him. Of course, you understand that he means no harm and is simply having a little fun with the fact that he met his destined-to-be over the weekend and you are still as lonely as ever.

"Shut up," you mumble, ignoring his laughs as you go back to mindlessly scrolling through contracts and forms that need approvals, the letters and numbers all blurring together, the mess on your screen no longer making sense. Instinctively, you massage the back of your neck, smiling slightly as your fingers brush over the thin lines of your tattoo, the constellation etched onto there a reminder that there's someone out there looking for you too.

Growing up, you never had any doubt that finding your soulmate would be the easiest thing in the world and that it would just be a matter of locating them using the number of resources that you have access to.

Only, as you've learnt the hard way, it isn't as simple as that.

It's been seven years and you haven't had a single lead on your soulmate, this being a pathetic thing to admit. People keep telling you that it's only a matter of time before you meet them but you can't help but think that when God was choosing soulmates for everyone, he chose to leave you out and see what happens.

Well, is this entertaining enough for you? You question, casting your bored gaze to the ceiling, watching as the plaster mixes into something unrecognisable as you spin your chair around in circles.

"Ah, cheer up, Y/N. Your one is out there, trust me," Chaelin exclaims out of nowhere, watching in amusement as you stop your chair with a grimace, blinking to stop the world around you from spinning. He chuckles when you offer him a nod and a small smile, your eyes glassy as the world slowly begins to come back into focus.

"How about you take my break for today and I'll take yours? Go and get some fresh air and buy yourself a coffee. It might lift your spirits up," Chaelin offers, watching as your features brighten up in an instant, your wallet and jacket already pressed up against your chest as he motions comically towards the door.

"Thanks, Chae! I owe you one," You yell as you bound out of the stuffy office room, craving the cool air to rid you of the slight feeling of disgust crawling up your back. You hate working there—Chaelin's ever so positive attitude making it somewhat bearable—but you're low on money and if filing a few reports for old businessmen can feed you for the week then that's good enough for you.

You walk up to the door of your usual coffee place, so badly needing the warmth of the shop to bring back feeling into your limbs as your hand wraps itself around the knob. Just as you're about to enter, however, your eye catches onto the reflection of a little shop on the corner of the street behind you, it's bright colours instantly bringing a smile to your face. You turn to get a better look at it, your feet moving towards it before your mind has the chance to even register what it's doing.

"Serendipity," you breathe out, reading the sign on the door as you push open the door with a soft grunt and a gentle smile, instantly being greeted by warmth and liveliness, your shoulders relaxing as you instantly claim this to be your new place.

You make a beeline for the counter, eyes hungrily scanning the menu as you wait patiently in line, humming along to the familiar song playing in the background. Finally, you make it to the front, a short girl with big eyes and cute pigtails greeting you with a grin.

"Welcome to Serendipity. What can I get you today?" She asks, the cheerfulness in her voice enough to make you chuckle and offer her a fond smile.

"I'll just get a caramel macchiato and a chocolate muffin, please," you order, paying quickly as the girl informs you to take a seat and she'll be there with your order shortly.

You glance around the room, making note of all the couples spread across the small shop, too engaged in their conversations to notice your longing gaze. Your eyes narrow in on two boys occupying a window both, one with disheveled brown hair laughing at something the other said, his smile almost boxy in shape. Shifting your gaze over, you notice the empty two seater beside them.

With no hesitation at all, you head towards the seat, feeling almost like you're intruding as you lean into the comfy chair.

Sighing, you discreetly steal a glance at the two, eyebrows raising when you get a look at the brown haired guy's date. His lips are relaxed into a fond smile as his hand runs itself through his mop of blue hair. Looking away, you conclude that both are equally attractive, your cheeks heating up at the thought.

For the next few minutes, you continue to observe them, watching them exchange sweet words to each other, their hands shyly connected in the middle of the table. You watch as they laugh with each other, the look in their eyes conveying the love and adoration they have for one another.

It's everything you want, you sadly realise, puffing out your chest in disappointment as you envision yourself in the near future, living in your big house all alone, still wishing your soulmate would come knocking on the door.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of the thoughts, you instinctively look to your side at the sight of movement, watching as the blue haired man stands with a smile, walking himself to the counter with a gentle smile gracing his handsome features.

"Lovely, isn't he?" The brown haired boy asks, his voice the audio equivalent of chocolate cinnamon sticks—deep, slightly spicy and most definitely sweet—as he gives you a kind but curious look.

You flush a deep red, embarrassed that you've been caught.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just you two look really cute together," you explain, hoping that this man is kind enough to let you off with an awkward nod, followed by even more awkward silence.

Instead, he laughs, throwing his head back a little as you nervously chuckle with him.

"It's okay, I'm not mad or anything," he reassures, the lightness to his tone bringing out a small smile on your face and a sigh of relief. You give him a grateful bow of your head and avert your gaze to the empty chair in front of you, unable to stop the look of disappointment on your face once you realise that no-one will be occupying it anytime soon.

"Are you waiting for someone?" The brown haired man asks, looking at you with wide eyes that seem to sparkle with an innocence that has your heart fluttering. You shake your head, taken aback when he claps his hands and shuffles over, patting the seat beside him.

"Come, join us," he offers with the most welcoming smile you had ever seen upon a human face. Giving him yet another grateful nod, you grab your bag and move yourself to their table, the man beside you angling himself to comfortably talk to you.

"I'm Kim Taehyung," he starts, beaming as you shake his hand with a big smile. "And that man sitting with me is my boyfriend, Min Yoongi." At the sound of his name, Yoongi appears, lips pouted in confusion as he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed. Taehyung makes a sound of disapproval, giving Yoongi an affectionate look.

"Don't be rude. She's a friend." Your heart warms at Taehyung's declaration, a small laugh bubbling out of your throat before you can even think to stop it. Taehyung smirks at the sound, directing his attention back onto you. "I didn't quite catch your name."

"Oh, sorry. I'm Park Y/N."

A few minutes later and the three of you are acquainted, your numbers saved into each other's phones with the promise of future get togethers.

You throw your head back with a laugh as Taehyung finishes retelling a rather entertaining story about his first time cooking for Yoongi, the older reiterating the fears he had for his kitchen. You sigh in content, taking the last sip from your cup, savouring the sweet taste as it slides down your throat. Taehyung snatches the last piece of your muffin, sheepishly chewing on it when you look at him in shock. He goes to apologise but you stop him with a chuckle, shaking your head fondly.

"Y/N, how about you come over to ours for drinks tonight?" Yoongi offers as he stands, straightening out his shirt, clearing indicating the two individuals are about to take their leave. You slide out of the booth, adjusting yourself as Taehyung agrees with Yoongi, attaching himself to the older's side.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to intrude," you shyly reply, looking up at them with a small smile.

"Nonsense. We love having guests over," Taehyung reassures, sending you a wink when you meet his eyes. You reluctantly nod, walking out of the coffee shop with them.

"So is that a yes?"

You nod once more, squealing when Taehyung wraps his arms around you in a hug. He returns to Yoongi's side, immediately grabbing his small hand.

"I'll text you the address, see you tonight!" Taehyung yells as Yoongi begins walking them in the other direction, waving goodbye to you with a small smile.

"This will be fun," you sigh, cursing once you realise that you went over your break time.

*

You park your car in their driveway, marvelling at the sophistication the exterior of their house holds. You nervously step out of your car and into the evening breeze, wincing at the temperature change as you hurriedly lock your car and jog to their door.

Taehyung opens the door before you even get the chance to knock.

"Yay, you made it! Did you find the place okay?" He asks with a hint of worry, his hand quickly ushering you inside once he notices the slight shake of your body from the cold. You respectfully slip your shoes off, lips parted as you're taken aback by the beauty of their house.

"I found the place just fine," you quickly answer, momentarily forgetting about his question. "Thank you, again, for inviting me. I am seriously grateful and your house is stunning."

He waves away your thanks with a gentle smile, directing you to the living room where Yoongi waits with a beer already in his hand. He waves kindly at you once he spots your form behind Taehyung, grinning when you return it timidly. You take a shy seat on the couch, across from Yoongi, accepting the beer he slides towards you with a grin. Taehyung grabs a bottle of the alcohol and takes his first sip with a grimace, leaning into Yoongi's side with a sigh.

It's not long before the alcohol begins to take its effect on you, your cheeks most likely flushed while your thoughts no longer make sense and your words are a little slurred. Normally, you'd be embarrassed about being this vulnerable in front of two very attractive strangers but something about them has you feeling a lot more relaxed and at ease.

Besides, those very two men are starting to get a little tipsy, their drinks discarded onto the table as they take a break to regain some of their senses.

"So," Taehyung starts, a high pitched hiccup bubbling out of his throat as he giggles, slapping Yoongi sloppily on the arm. The older merely tucks his soulmate into his side, the alcohol seemingly having a significantly smaller effect on him. "What do you do for a living?"

You groan, running your hand through your hair at the thought of your sorry excuse of a job. Taehyung notices this and urges you to explain, leaning forward in anticipation, his glazed eyes glimmering prettily underneath the dim lights.

"I get my money by filing reports for bald men that have nothing better to do," you declare, laughing sadly as you take a huge sip from your drink, grimacing as the liquid burns your throat. "That's all I do and it's boring! I would love to do something better but I can't find anything and I don't want to be poor and smelly on the streets. No, that would be sad," you trail off, casting your gaze onto the carpeted floor.

"How about the coffee shop?" Yoongi speaks up, nodding as an idea begins to form in his mind. "I work there myself so I could pull a few strings with management and get you the job. It's very flexible so you can pick your times and such."

You immediately nod, grinning so widely that you fear your cheeks may burst, your hands patting them down in worry. Yoongi chuckles, reaching over to pat you affectionately on the head, his fingers ruffling your hair ever so slightly.

"If sober you is still up for it, we can talk more tomorrow."

You nod, clumsily finishing your beer, pulling your knees up to your chest as you place the empty bottle on the table with a satisfied sigh.

"Do you live alone?" Taehyung asks, his never ending list of questions constantly reminding you that this lazy night of drinking was intended to be a get-to-know-you session. Smiling as politely as your drunk self can manage, you nod, resting your head on top of your knees.

"No soulmate?" Yoongi asks, furrowing his brows as you shake your head with a defeated sigh, relieved that your habit of wanting to cry every time this topic is brought up has decided to hide tonight, sparing you the embarrassment.

"What does your tattoo look like? Maybe we've seen someone with the same?" Taehyung offers, his big and warm eyes now filled with the most vibrant shade of hope you've ever seen in a man. Giving them a shy nod, you rotate yourself, sobering up for a few moments as you move your hair over to one side.

"It's Lyra, the constellation. Took me a while to figure that out but I'm glad that I eventually did. I just hope that my soulmate finds it to be as beautiful as I do, wherever they are."

You turn back around in confusion, hoping their silence doesn't mean anything bad. Upon turning, you come face to face with a gaping Taehyung, his eyes widened comically as his hands slowly reach to cover his mouth. Yoongi, however, seems to be more calm about the unspoken issue, his thin lips parted in shock, eyes swirling with many unanswered questions.

"What's wrong?" You ask warily, feeling your stomach begin to churn as your mind thinks up the many variations of what could be going on in their minds. Taehyung shakes his head, standing with an obvious nervous laugh.

"Nothing! Don't worry. I was just thinking about how it would be unsafe for you to drive home at this hour. Neither of us are in a good enough condition to drop you off either so I thought it would be best to offer you our guest room for tonight. Would that be okay?" He rambles, panting after he's finished, his hands fiddling together behind him.

"Yeah, that sounds great, actually. Thank you," you smile, your head starting to spin as you stand, gratefully accepting the hand that Yoongi holds out, stumbling a little as he leads you to a large room.

He lays you down on the sheets as Taehyung comes in with a glass of water and tablets for when you wake up. "Get some sleep, buttercup," the older mumbles, tiredly rubbing his eyes as he grabs onto Taehyung's hand and leads the both of them out of your room.

You gulp and close your eyes, somehow managing to fall asleep despite the images of the shock and confusion swimming in their eyes clouding your thoughts.

*

You wake up with a groan, unsurprised by the pounding of your head. Rubbing at your eyes, you wrap your fingers around the cool glass and lift it up to your lips, taking a small sip before popping the two pills into your mouth and swallowing them with a sigh.

You close your eyes for a few seconds, throwing your head back as you recall all that you can from last night, starting at your first bottle of beer and ending at the looks they gave you as they left the room, their features looking sullen and lost, that being the response to your tattoo.

Grimacing, you stand, stretching out your back before running your hand through your hair, gently opening the door with a yawn.

"Oh, well, good morning," Taehyung teasingly remarks, casually leaning against the door frame with his hand extended, clearly just about to come in to wake you up. You note that even hungover, he looks exceptional, your sleepy mind unable to spot a single flaw. You smile warmly at him, hoping he can sense the gratefulness you have towards him through the look in your eyes. He sends you a small nod once his eyes meet yours, understanding exactly what you mean.

"Yoongi and I are making breakfast so you can freshen up in the bathroom just two doors down then head out to the kitchen. We kind of want to talk to you about something important," he nervously laughs, rubbing the back of his head as you nod, watching as just abruptly turns and speed walks back towards the kitchen.

Shrugging, you close the door to your room and practically throw yourself into the bathroom, desperate to get the stench of alcohol off you.

"There, all better," you sigh, fluffing out your freshly washed hair as you walk into the kitchen, greeted by Yoongi's welcoming smile. He motions with a nod of his head to the table, plates of food already set up, Taehyung munching happily on a strawberry.

A few minutes later and the three of you have dished out your food, quietly eating as the two men share secretive and annoying looks with each other. Sighing, you roll your eyes and place your fork down.

"Taehyung said that you both wanted to talk to me so what is it?" You wince a little, hoping you didn't sound too rude as they gulp, sharing a final look before nodding.

"Taehyung and I met about seven months ago," Yoongi starts, the direction of the chat taking you by surprise. "We only found out that we were soulmates four months ago. Since then, it's just been him and I, solely swearing that we were made for each other but we both felt that there was a part missing."

"We started doing research on it and discovered groups of people all around the world sharing their stories of being soulmates with two other people. We looked into it a little more and found ourselves relating to their recounts of feeling like there could be something more in the relationship. So we started having our suspicions that there could be a third person out there, trying to find us. Then you showed up with Lyra tattooed so perfectly across the back of your neck," Taehyung smiles, motioning to you with a fond laugh.

Yoongi rolls his sleeve up as Taehyung pulls the collar of his shirt down, two perfectly identical constellations decorating their skin like artwork should in a museum. You gasp, only just realising that their tattoo matches yours, the now familiar constellation making your heart ache.

"I'm...your missing piece?"  You whisper, covering your mouth with your hands as they nod, discreetly wiping tears from underneath their eyes. You stand with a choked sob, sinking to your knees on the floor as tears of pure joy roll down your cheeks. The two boys laugh, pushing themselves out of their seats to crouch down beside you, wrapping you up in their warm embrace and pressing tender kisses to your forehead, so damn ecstatic that they've finally found you.

You feel like a falling star who has finally found her place next to two others in a lovely constellation of your own, where the three of you will sparkle in the heavens forever.