Ain't none of that
Love ma rule

You don't know what is happening to you, last night you again got a "night terror". You stood up sweaty and rattled about the terrifying feelings your dream brought to your psyche. You felt as if the terror was real. In your dream, you saw two figures got bludgeoned with a sharp swordlike object. This shiny object had a weird Dragon image on it. It looked like a Samurai Dragon sword. You're not too sure.

You don't know why you were so frightened after you woke up. The eerie feeling, the thunderstorm and lighting you could see through the window. Dark figures all over the room. Screams of terror...but strangely, you were like on the scene of a gruesome set. You were looking in. It scares you terribly.

You don't know where it's coming from. You haven't watch violent movies, it always makes you feel uneasy, and you don't understand why that's that. This is the fourth time you get the recurring nightmares that scare you half to death. Sometimes you cry in your sleep. No, you were weeping. Your parents don't know that the gruesome dreams came back. You've spent years in therapy when you were 14 years.

This morning you couldn't even shower because of the migraines you experienced. You contemplated to call in sick, but you can't cause you to have rescheduled patients.
Dr Witchy witch would blow up a casket if you took a day off.

You quickly take a bath with lots of your aromatic salts and bath oils your mom brought from Egypt to make you feel relaxed and refreshed. It's your last day before your weeks leave.

When Byron came to your door, he was surprised to see you looking all melancholy. He knows you had a bad night. You couldn't get rid of the sad feeling the dream evoked on you.

"Good morning Stormy...why's my lovely friend looking bright and sunny with rainbow sprinkles today?"He chirps happily.

"Very funny dork, do I look like I've lost the plot, "You dryly states. You press a container in his hands and walk past him out of the door.

"Blimey, someone's a bit snippy today," he remarks, noticing the annoyed look you give him. He trails along behind you towards the lifts, while you remain silent.

Byron appears worried as you both reach the car.

"Kira, are you alright?" he asks softly, with concern in his voice.

With teary eyes, you shake your head. "No, why have those night terrors returned? Why is this happening again? It's been three years since the last one. What triggered these disturbing dreams once more?" You look at him fearfully.

"Goodness, dear. Have you spoken to your parents?" he inquires.

"Oh, no! I haven't. I couldn't bring myself to. The first time, I couldn't sleep, and they had to stay awake with me. Mum is already overworked." Your eyes show signs of exhaustion. Byron envelops you in a tight hug.

You both get into the car and drive quietly to the hospital.

You took the lifts up to the Physio Suites. You spotted Margie early on duty, checking in a patient. 

"Morning Margie, how's our lovely Ms doing on this cracking morning?" Byron cheerfully asks, while you quietly say your greetings.

"Morning, Mr chirpy; I'm doing great. Ready for a busy day. Kira, I see you've got two of Sergio's patients who've rescheduled for this morning. Byron, Dr Smith isn't in today, so you can use her therapy office for your patients, making the work quicker," she replied with a wide grin.

Byron beams, "Brilliant! Thanks, love, that's the best news I've heard all day. No more waiting or using Sergio's... she out today?"

""She and a couple of top physiotherapists jetted off to a two-day Seminar in Dublin last night," Margie cheerfully announced. "You feel like a weight's been lifted off you. Blimey, two days without Dr. Wichy, what a relief.

But today marks your and Sarah's final working day before your official leave kicks in. Byron's miffed 'cause his leave got approved for the next fortnight only. The higher-ups always make sure that the three musketeers don't get holiday approval at the same time. But somehow, the admin messed up your and Sarah's paperwork. Supposed to be on leave with a Sandra from Dr. Wichy's assistants.

You dashed down the hallway to the therapist's reception, where Angela's already knee-deep in data capturing.

She looked up, delighted to see you.

"'Morning, lads! Bit early, ain't ya?" The vibe in the office is different. Everyone passing by seems proper cheerful and carefree. Looks like the strict and rude Doc's taken a break.

You and Byron said hi and split up. You headed straight to your "boss-man's" office.

The door was open, but surprise, surprise, his other half was perched on his desk, giggling and all touchy-feely. He's like a pampered Garfield cat. Nearly made you want to throw up right there. His other half's a stunning redhead with dark blue eyes, but she's clingy and a tad jealous.

You give the door a light tap.

"Morning, Akira. Hope you're in for a smashing morning. You've got six patients lined up today. Mr Cullen's due in at 9 am. Stick to the exercise plan... and at half past nine, you'll be assessing my other patient. I need those patient reports by 10:30. Here are the schedules for the other four." He's grinning, but his focus is all on his mate while chatting with you.

You pull a face, give a nod of acknowledgment, and snatch the folder. "Cheers."

His partner turns, waves at you, and you make a swift exit, overhearing her say to Sergio, "Blimey! She's a proper gorgeous Japanese lass; that's why I pop in every day. Wouldn't want my bloke to be tempted."

As if you give a toss about that prat.

Sergio burst out laughing, "Oh, my darling, you're my only joy," then he grabbed her face and gave her a proper passionate snog. You could hear all sorts of noises—moans and groans. Ugh, how cringeworthy!

You've spent the whole morning sorting out Sergio's patients. Today's got a weird vibe, and you're a bit off because you're wondering where Sarah is. Maybe she's covering for the two physiotherapists who went to the doctor's seminar.

After tidying up the therapy rooms and ensuring your files are sorted for the next physio taking over next week, you've treated yourself to some tasty Jaffa cakes with your tea.

By 10 am, you heave a sigh of relief because you've finished the reports for all your patients, including the youngest one—a ten-year-old lad recovering from leg surgery, who cried through the session. You had to get his mum to join in to help.

Now, you're feeling exhausted after dealing with that. While doing the reports, you felt a twinge on your right ankle where your soul mark is. You just rubbed it off, not giving it much thought.

Thankfully, you've been too occupied to dwell on the troubling dream that really shook you up.

You were just about to head to the tea/lunch room when Sarah walked in, looking flustered with a red face and sparkling green eyes. She looked stunning.

You raised your eyebrows, noticing her annoyed expression.

"Alright, who rattled your cage today?" you asked, amused. Sarah, with her golden blonde hair tied up and looking weary, sighed.

"Morning, goodness gracious, Kira. Do these seniors have any compassion for us juniors? They've loaded us with all the tough tasks. I had Mr. Lindt, one of the senior Chartered Physios' patient, a 350-pound weight, for exercise. It was a battle getting him on the treadmill. My arms are completely done in," she said, stretching her arms out in front of you. You just shook your head.

"Sergio's around, but I had to cover two of his morning slots while he was busy smooching his insecure partner...what did you ever see in him two years back?" You queried Sarah, who wore a scowl. She had dated Sergio for a fortnight before unexpectedly finding her soulmate. Sergio found his this year.

Sarah chuckled, "Ah, that's what you call the daft days of youth...but even though he's a jerk, he's a top-notch kisser," she said, smirking.

"Ugh, too much info. Just seeing him swapping saliva, I can't even fathom you two kissing. I need a strong chemical to erase thoughts of you both snogging," you wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Sarah burst into laughter, "Oh my days...true...thank goodness I met my soulmate; I would've dumped him, but that would've messed up my internship. I've bagged a job now."

"Let's just grab our morning brew; I can't wait for our time off," you said excitedly about the upcoming week-long break.

"Alright, what's in that tin?" she eyed the blue container in your hand.

"Mum made us some Jaffa cakes with loads of chocolate on top," you informed her as you strolled down the hallway towards the staff room.

No one's about, just you and Sarah. You slouched into your seat at the white table near the cupboards. Sarah dropped her tablet and handbag onto the table. Exhausted, you simply rested your head on your arms.

Sarah signaled for the cakes, saying, "Let's have a look at what dear ol' mum's made, shall we?"

You nudged the container her way. She squinted at you, noticing your lack of energy today.

"You alright, Kira? You seem shattered," she asked, genuine concern in her voice.

You just shut your eyes and grumbled a "yeah."

She gave your shoulders a pat, "Alright, I'll fix you up a cuppa coffee or an energy drink. I reckon I've got two sachets left," she said hurriedly, digging into her handbag and pulling out two energy sachets from a box.

She got to her feet, flicked on the kettle, and rustled up a hot energy drink for you and tea for herself. Your energy concoction was loaded with vitamins and minerals, perfect for perking up, especially in the mornings and afternoons.

You raised your head and accepted the glass from her hand.

"Thanks, Sarah; you're a top-notch mate. I had a rubbish sleep last night. Just feeling swamped and knackered," you admitted.

"Don't fret, after today, we're in for a cracking week off, heading to the Duchess's tea party. And you can swing by Sheffield and spend the week at mine. My sister's off to the Philippines with her partner, so I'm house-sitting. Fancy joining?" she proposed.

It sounded brilliant, a break from the chaos of the twins. A whole week of proper rest with your best mate.

Sarah let out a pleased groan while enjoying your mum's cake, "Mmm... can't beat your mum's desserts. Hats off to the top-notch pastry chef!"

You flashed a grin and had a sip of your brew, all warm-like.

"Smell a bit of strawberry and lemon in this?" you inquired.

"Yeah, might sort your immune system and those nagging migraines. Did you consult a doc?" She smirked, scrolling her tablet.

"Oh my days! Bighit just dropped a bomb, it's blowing up everywhere. #BTS soulmates trending globally! Three of 'em found their soulmates!" She gasped, eyes glued to the article. "No pics, no names. Zero. Ugh, Bighit! 20k comments in 5 minutes! Who are these members, Bighit?!" she hollered in frustration. "I'll bawl my eyes out if my lily meow meow's taken, but let's be grateful they found love." She shook her head, and you chuckled.

"Who's got you on a rant? Who's Bighit and BTS, and when did you get so keen on 'em?" you asked, amused. Sarah still seemed gobsmacked.

"Er... Angela, our receptionist, put me onto 'em. They're an Asian band."

"Those Chinese pop stars Byron mentioned?" you queried, intrigued.

"Don't buy all the nonsense Byron feeds you," she said, looking miffed.

"Alright, spill. Who are they?" You raised an eyebrow, observing her gulp down her cuppa.

Before she could reply, two giggling lasses, Margie and Angela, burst in, chattering away excitedly. Sarah's eyes immediately lit up at their arrival.

Curious about the commotion, you greeted the two girls as they darted for the kettle.

Sarah spun around, "Hey, girls, caught the announcements on YouTube and Twitter?"

Angela gasped, "Oh my days! Just filled in Margie now. Proper shocking but proper exciting. Our lads are growing up."

You shook your head, "completely lost". No clue what the fuss was about.

Sarah chuckled, "I know, right!" Byron strutted into the staff room, carrying a hefty "take out" bag and plonked it on the table.

"Hey, ladies... grub for all of us... Sir Sergio took it upon himself to treat us," he said, rolling his eyes.

Margie snickered, "When did Mr. Tightwad become so generous?"

Byron laughed, "Since he scarpered off with his soulmate just now... and left old laissez-faire Jeff in charge. You know Jeff, when the cat's away, the mice play boss... so here's our treat courtesy of the mouse!"

Everyone burst into laughter. Jeff is Dr. Witch's assistant manager. Not exactly managerial material, but he landed the job because of connections to the hospital head.

Angela and Sarah swiftly opened the bags to see what culinary delights awaited. Five boxes of fish and chips and sodas from a posh joint at Harrods.

Angela passed over a takeout box, and you thanked her as Byron handed you a can of Sprite, your go-to brand. He grabbed a Coke, while Sarah and Margie opted for Iron Brew flavour.

Once everyone settled around the table, Angela and Sarah resumed their chat.

Byron chuckled, "Still banging on about those Chinese pop stars?"

You playfully smacked his arm. "Don't be daft. Not all Asians are Chinese. We're a diverse bunch. You're clueless. I'm Japanese, and there are Filipinos, Taiwanese, Indian Asians, Malaysians, and more..." you retorted, irritated.

They all apologized for Byron's ignorance.

Angela rolled her eyes. "As Akira rightly said, this BTS group isn't Chinese; they're Korean... South Korean. Not exactly pop stars; they're in K-pop, but they're smashing barriers and heading towards the mainstream. Ever since 1D split, they've grabbed the world's attention. They're the next big thing—a magnificent seven-member band."

"Oh, that band's got a load of singers," was all you remarked, enjoying the delicious fish.

Byron chucked his hands up in a fake-defense move, "Whoops, my bad! ...So, what's the latest gossip?"

"Their soulmate search is big news... Most of us are on the lookout. Why can't they?" you laughed.

People are so strange, right, or the fans are... acting like they own their idols. Hardcore fans almost caused trouble for Normani, from Fifth Harmony, and her soulmate last year. It made the headlines. Harry Styles' soulmate deals with constant harassment from jealous fans.

She receives death threats. It's risky being a celebrity's soulmate with those obsessed fans. If you were in charge like those folks at Bighit, you'd never reveal the names or faces of their soulmates. They'd be seriously at risk.

Margie scoffed, "Not if you're ARMY... we want them to find their soulmates... but those girls better treat them right... ARMY isn't a fandom to mess with. BTS equals ARMY, and ARMY equals BTS."

"So, ARMY is a fanbase for this group," you asked.

Sarah chuckled, "Yep... I'm a new ARMY, joined two days ago... Forgot to mention with our crazy work schedules. I'll introduce you to them during our break, alright."

You pull a face, "Um, I don't fancy being a mad fan of a boy band ever again. Once 'One Direction' went on a thousand-year hiatus, they shattered my poor heart, and each bloke went solo; I swear I'm going to grow out of that mad phase.. too busy anyways."

You, Sarah, and Byron were some of the original die-hard fans of 1D since 2010 when Simon put them together on the X-Factor. You followed them for five years. Your crew of mates splashed out thousands of quid on merchandise every year.

You attended six gigs all over the UK. Byron's granddad even splashed out on pricey hotel rooms for you when you went for fan signings, and you snagged backstage passes and soundcheck tickets.

You bumped into Niall and got swept away by his Irish accent and gorgeous blue eyes. Sarah adored Louis Tomlinson, and Byron was a big fan of Zayn Malik. Sadly, it was a no-go to touch them during meet-ups, and they'd always sport snazzy gloves just in case.

Sarah and Byron start belting out a song to annoy you...🎵"You don't know you beautiful..o..oh"🎶🎵it was your favourite song. Their songs lift you out of depression or when you feel unworthy of love.

You closed your ears with both hands and shook your head vigorously, " Blimey! guys, stop it!"

The rest of them snickers at the high false notes of Byron and Sarah.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you for all your kindness in giving "Jhope" a chance. Don't forget to vote, comment or add to your reading list if you like the "Soulbound series".

Question 1:" Any thoughts on the night terrors Akira experienced".

Or who were your favourite boy band?