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"What are we doing here?" Hayoung asks when Yoongi pins her against his studio's door. She probably shouldn't be here but she also loves how sparks web through her veins and make her skin tingle.

"You—" he says, biting his tongue and then grits his teeth, "Need to stop being so cruel to everyone."

"I don't care if they think I'm cruel," she snaps, "I have enough problems to even care about it."

Yoongi backs away, passing a hand through his hair."The problems you create for yourself? Do you think you are the only one with problems?"

"I know I am not, but other's problems are the least of my concerns," she shrugs, back still against his door. "And I don't create any problems for me—"

"Dreaming about marrying me is a problem," Yoongi interrupts. She stiffens, trying to inch back as if she can. "I..I..did not dream any...such thing."

"You just don't remember," Yoongi says. "The dreams of you that you don't remember are the ones I can see."

"Is that how it works?" she tilts her head. Yoongi shrugs, sitting on his chair. "It is what I observed, I remember a few dreams that you might have seen too."

"So...do you remember your dream from last night?" She asks, walking closer to him. Yoongi shakes his head and shrugs, looking towards his computer,"I dreamt of the usual you."

The usual? Flowy dresses, laughter and love.

"You dreamt of kissing me," she deadpans and Yoongi coughs. "I — what?"

"So I am not the only one to blame here." Hayoung crosses her arms in front of her.

Yoongi presses his lips. He does not know what to say. Initially, he used to have trouble sleeping because the dreams seemed like nightmares. He didn't realise when the nightmares brought solace to him in sleep, a lullaby. He hates to admit it but he's been getting the best sleep in months. Who is to blame here then?

Hayoung watches him zone out and scoffs. His gaze takes her in–her skin which glows in the dim light of his studio–on the lips which have a shade of red applied on it, the way her hair loops and rests on her shoulders. It's calling him close. He is mesmerised and smitten by her beauty.

For the first time he thinks, he's let himself dwell in the urge.

His emotions have never peaked this much that he is even considering giving into them. Maybe, maybe just once, just once if he lets go, then he would be at peace. He would not feel for her anymore. 

That's how he stands up, strides to her and cups her face.

She gasps and Yoongi kisses her. He doesn't hold back, he allows his tongue to explore the cavern of her mouth as she sucks on it. 

There's a satisfactory hum but it doesn't go beyond that.

Hayoung realises she's fucked up.

When his lips met her's, there was almost nothing. Nothing runs through her veins, nothing explodes, nothing makes her want to continue. But when he pulls away, there is something– some heat left on her lips, a sting and guilt to remind her what happened.

And Yoongi falls back on his chair before letting out a groan. "Get out."

Hayoung would be offended, on some other day if she heard this, but right now, getting out of this place is the only thing she wants to do. 

Is she at fault? She did not initiate the kiss so she isn't. She isn't even if she did not push him away, she is not even if she had momentarily wanted to kiss him. She is not if she did not feel anything for him. That's all she thinks when she runs out of the dorm with hot tears flowing down.

She is sure of things now. She thinks of it when her knees give up. 

But maybe it's too late.

. . .

What does a soulmate mean to you? A fan had asked this question to Jin once. 

A fairytale. He had told her.

An immortal bond is something every person wishes to have. Isn't it like a fairytale? To wait for your knight in shining armour aka your soulmate and grow old together with love.

It's a boon for the idols they say, they age slower, they are eternal beauties but that's what they mean by the saying 'the grass is greener on the other side'. With time, the yearning increases and you feel like the world has moved ahead while you're left behind. The legends have people perform rituals to live more and Jin often wonders, what good would that bring to them?

At twenty-four, he just knew that his heart belonged to one intern who spent her days behind the canvas. He met her when she had come to check up on the art pieces required for the set and he would not call it to love at first sight– no– because that shit is too cliche for their relationship. They went beyond that, the feeling was stronger than any of the urges his soulmate would have made him feel.

Hayoung is the same as she was then– strong and bold, with a mouth without a filter for words.

He was dumbfounded when she had walked up right up to him and pointed out to him looking so handsome– nothing new to hear, nothing he does not know– but the way she genuinely complimented him without any other intentions made him want to know more about her.

That's when he decided – soulmates can be wrong.

How does fate know whom I love? And if they really know– why would they tie me with the wrong person? Why wasn't he bonded to Hayoung?

He started loathing the idea of soulmates. It barred people from trying out relationships, meeting new people because heck everyone turned into a hopeless romantic–waiting for their other half.

Not all couples last forever, he knows, not everyone has to. Because dates and breaks up—all of it allows the people involved to grow and learn– to experience things, they can never with their soulmate.

The heartbreak, first kiss, first date, last promise– some people miss these out waiting for someone who might not even be the one for them. 

The couples who aren't soulmates– like him– struggle to keep their relationship and spend days in fear of meeting their soulmates and ultimately leaving the former. A thought which never crossed his mind. He thought they would be alright since they love each other. 

But maybe not.

Love is not the only thing that keeps the couple together– he realised it when Hayoung first told him about being Yoongi's soulmate. But today, he thought just maybe– his love is not enough to keep Hayoung with him.

He does not want to think the worst because he trusts– trusts both of them–nothing would happen between them but he ends up thinking the worst.

He cannot take this anymore– it hurts him too much.

Just a last chance to their relationship– just one last chance– before he gives up on the idea of us.

. . .

"So the article clearly states that there is a legend in one of the families of Korea whose name they cannot disclose for privacy purposes, where the red string of fate was cut and the bond was broken between the soulmates," Hoseok says, reading through the article.

"Yes, and the story is not famous or has been hidden by the Bonds of Fate because they deem it as a myth, a story," Namjoon says, looking over the younger members peeking over Hoseok's shoulder to read the article.

"But they never denied if it was real or just a rumour..." Eunbee mumbles, reading the article on her phone.

"I am so confused right now..." Namjoon mumbles. "It doesn't mention anything about the blue moon but it does mention the sword, was Seojun's story real?"

Jungkook shrugs, "Where did he even find this article?"

"He said he found it in between his mother's old stuff, it was a cut out from the newspaper...took the date from it and searched on the net for the full edition," Taehyung tells him.

"If we are to follow the legend mentioned in the newspaper then out of the three Museums of fate, Yonghone Museum is already ruled out because it was built in 2010 and this article is from the '90s."

"Even before I was born..." Jungkook mumbles and Arin scoffs, shaking her head. 

"That leaves us for two other Museums where we can look for the sword or the truth behind this story. The one at the headquarters and the other...Unmyeong Museum." Jimin says.

"Let's start with the one at the headquarters first," Hoseok says and the rest of them nod. "We might also find out why those people came here, looking for Arin."

Arin tenses, looking away. Jungkook notices the grip she has on the hem of her sweatshirt and somehow, he feels that she is indeed hiding something. What can it be? Is her glowing string really more than just a string?

. . .

Jimin is surprised to see Era standing at the entrance of the door. "Why aren't you coming inside?"

Era licks her lips, shaking her head. "I just wanted to check if Arin is here. She left her phone at home and I didn't have any of your numbers...I saw her scooter and now was just on my way out..."

"You should come inside, though." 

"Oh, no...it's fine... Where are you going?" Era shakes her head, rocking on her feet. 

"Just wanted to take a walk around," Jimin shrugs and Era nods, bowing, "I will see you around—"

"Can we talk?" Jimin interrupts. Era presses her lips and points to herself. Jimin nods, mumbling yes you and Era looks unsure. But Jimin starts walking and Era is forced to follow him.

"What did you want to talk about?" Era asks, fidgeting with her fingers. Jimin sighs, halting in his steps, "Do you know anything about Arin's string?"

Era furrows her eyebrows, pushing her hair back as the wind blows through them. "Her string? The glowing bracelet she wears all time?"

Jimin nods. Era shrugs, "Why?"

"Yesterday when I had touched the string...I felt dizzy for a moment and then just somehow knew, just like that, about you and Namjoon Hyung...don't you find it weird?" Jimin starts walking again. "I told Namjoon Hyung about it and that's why he tried asking about it to Arin too—"

"But she didn't say anything," Era completes his sentence, nodding. "Sounds like Arin."

"What do you mean?" Jimin furrows his eyebrows, turning to the road that leads to the park. 

"Arin doesn't like sharing things so it is natural for her to not say anything if she feels that you're going to take the string away from her."

Jimin scoffs, "So selfish of her," and then looks at Era with a slightly apologetic smile, shrugging. "I mean that string, it definitely is something and it could be of some help to us!"

They reach the park and stand near the edge of the slope, where sits a small board with 'sunset point' painted on a wooden board. It's silent for a few moments as they stare at the setting sun.

"She's always been, selfish." Era says and Jimin looks at her, taken aback by her words. "She selfishly left our parent's home, selfishly dropped out of the college, selfishly worked a part-time job...just because she wanted to do what her heart told her," she mumbles, securing her fingers in a fist.

Jimin hesitantly places a hand on her back, worried. "Hey...are you okay?"

As if snapped out of a trance, Era blinks her eyes and nods, breathing out. "Yeah, I am sorry, sorry...I just...I just don't like hearing that we are selfish—"

"—I am so sorry, I didn't mean it in a bad way...Just that Taehyung..." Jimin interrupts but trails off, not understanding how to explain the context. 

"We left our parent's home when she was fifteen," Era says, staring at the scenery in front of them. Jimin shuts his mouth and turns towards the sunset too, listening. "Our parents...they wanted us to pursue other careers, not an event planner like me or psychology like Arin's doing. They wanted us to make careers where money was guaranteed...so we ran away, to do our own thing."

She looks at Jimin who licks his lips, unsure of what to say, "T-that was v-very cool of you guys."

Era chuckles, "She was just fifteen and had to complete our high school, but I knew if I left her behind, she'll be treated the same way I was...she wouldn't be allowed to follow her passion. Our mom kept a check on our friends, who we should meet or not, with whom we should keep connections with..."

"Shit." Jimin immediately places a hand on his mouth, widening his eyes. "No wait, I don't know what's wrong with me—"

"It's okay. It was shit, that's why we did what we had to. We were fed up. But it wasn't easy after that...maybe we underestimated their words when they had told us that we wouldn't be able to feed ourselves because that was the first issue we faced..." she breathes, her eyes shining under the orange hues, "Arin dropped out of school, worked part-time...because we could only feed one of us."

Jimin's heart dropped. He feels awful for the way he's been talking and treating Arin when she's so much more than what she actually shows or tells. He's a douchebag, isn't he?

"She got into an accident not so soon after and the bills took a toll..." 

Jimin shakes his head, closing his eyes.

"And the worse happened when I focused on earning more money and left her alone at home...she was starting to fall into depression and I didn't notice it..." Era's voice breaks. Jimin wants to say something but he's not sure anymore. He's always said the wrong thing, hasn't he?

"I didn't know until she started failing all her exams and then spent all her time in front of books...I just knew if I didn't do anything, I would lose her. So I took off from work to help her study and take care of her...get her into university so that she can do better... but didn't help much until she discovered you guys."

Jimin looks at her and Era gives him a sad smile. "She loves you guys you know? She loves watching you all perform and dance."

"Oh...god..." Jimin mumbles, shaking his head as he feels tears prick his eyes.

"She laughed watching you guys laugh, she cried when you guys died...I just know she felt she has a family after she met you in person, regardless of you being her soulmate, she just appreciates it all. As a fan or someone beyond that, you have given her family which she never had."

Jimin sighs, rubbing a hand on his face.

Era winces, "I spoke too much, didn't I? Don't tell Arin, she's going to chew me alive..."

Jimin chuckles, nodding. It's silent for a few minutes as they bask in the last rays of the sun before it completely hides behind the hills.

"Want to get some ice cream for everyone?" Era says, smiling. "I saw a shop on my way."

Jimin turns around and they start walking down the slope. 

"By the way...what is Namjoon's favourite ice-cream flavour?" Era asks, looking around as if trying to pretend that she's not curious.

Jimin laughs, "Mint choco, for sure, buy five of them!"

"Why would someone like the taste of chocolate with toothpaste?" Era grimaces.

Jimin shakes his head. 

"You guys are really soulmates, we don't need any other proof."

. . .

Three knocks on the door, that is what Naeun had told him to do.

Two knocks for the manager and doorbell for strangers. That's how Naeun decided whether to open the door or not.

 "Anyone could knock twice or thrice, will you open the door for anyone?" Hoseok had asked her.

"We have a peekhole to look through for a reason." Naeun had replied sassily. Hoseok had scoffed, finding no logic knocking the door then but it's Naeun. He would do anything she says.

Three knocks and it opens after a few seconds. That was fast.

Naeun stands there, sniffing and with red eyes. Hoseok panics, letting the bag in his hand fall on the ground and his hands immediately reach to her to cup her cheeks but they get swatted away by the younger causing Hoseok to flinch.

"Don't touch me!"

Hoseok stands there dumbfounded at her doorstep– did he do something wrong?

He steps closer, reaching out to her again but Naeun starts subtly pushing him outside while breaking down into choked sobs, and Hoseok remains quiet until she gives him a harsh push. He balances himself by holding the wall and then catches Nauen's wrist to stop her. "What is wrong? What did I do?"

Naeun glares at him, "I hate you!"

"What?" They were good until an hour before where they talked about what they would do when Hoseok comes to her place and he does not know what happened all of a sudden. "Why? Why are you being like this?"

"You killed my dog," she sobs and starts hitting his chest. Hoseok holds her hands, slightly raising them up.

"A dog? You have a dog?"

Naeun finally lets out a sigh, pulling her hands away from his hold. She chuckles, shaking her head at him. "Can't you take a hint?"

"Huh? What?" Hoseok blinks his eyes when he sees Nauen wipe her tears and smile at him.

"I was practising my script," she chuckles, picking his bag that had fallen down and placing it on the table before wrapping her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry if I scared you."

"If? If?" Hoseok huffs, mumbling after, " I was going to cry any moment." 

"Sorry," Naeun sheepishly smiles.

"I don't know anything but I am extremely scared right now. Don't pull such stunts anymore please." Hoseok closes his eyes, shaking his head. Naeun pouts when he doesn't return her embrace and guides his hand to her shoulders. 

It's such wonder about how close have they grown to each other in such a short span of time. Despite meeting for not more than an hour or so, it feels like they have been together for years. Hoseok loves that.

Indeed, this is what a soulmate connection is.

"What should we do? Do you want to eat something, are you hungry?" Naeun says as Hoseok guides them inside, waddling their way to the couch. Hoseok pinches her cheek, leaning down, "Yes, I have a lot of cake here."

"Sunbae!" she whines.

"Are you still going to call me Sunbae?" Hoseok chuckles. Naeun pretends to think, "What should I call you then? I don't want to call you something that others call you."

"You need exclusive naming rights, huh?" Hoseok whispers in her ear and Naeun giggles, nodding. "We can think about it."

Naeun blushes when Hoseok sits down, pulling her on his lap with him and his face scrunches up in pain while he keeps his palms on her hips. "What about you? What will you call me?"

"Whatever you want." he shrugs. 

Naeun gives him a soft smile before absentmindedly playing with his hair. "Doesn't it feel unreal to you?"

"What does?"

Naeun looks down, "Us. You are very senior at work, it's odd how fast we've grown close to each other...it's weird and... it's starting to scare me too."

"What's making you scared?" Hoseok asks, caressing her hair. 

"I don't know, I have heard about couples who share emotions rarely can survive without having a mental breakdown–after all, one's feelings are personal and sharing it with someone who has their own feelings to cope with...it is tiring." Naeun shrugs.

"So, are you tired?" 

"No...I mean I don't know...I am just worried," she says and looks down at her lap. Hoseok sighs and pulls her close to engulf her in a hug.

"That's what makes couples like us more strong and close, right? We share something people have a tough time sharing about, their feelings. Also, we have promised to tell each other everything that bothers us because we don't want either of us to suffer from suppressing our emotions for one another," he pulls back and cups her jaw, "You can see, we are doing good."

"What if it's just an urge?" she looks away, slightly embarrassed. "You staying with me, kissing me, wanting to be with me— what if it is just an urge?"

Hoseok furrows his eyebrows, "Why are you thinking this all of a sudden?"

"I just think we are moving too fast— we skipped the steps, like knowing each other, trusting each other..going on a date with each other...it seems like we just jumped right into a few years later..."

"That's why we are filling the gaps now," Hoseok says, voice filled with determination. "We might have skipped the steps because we acted upon those urges but it's not wrong to skip steps if we fill in the gaps now."

"You know you have a little hazel in your eyes?" Naeun speaks out of blue. Hoseok chuckles, "Is that right? No one told me before."

Naeun smiles. Hoseok's eyes are clear as if one could peek into his heart through them. They speak what he does, there's no hiding behind them. Sincerity and love is all she could see.

"Stop worrying, okay?" he traces her cheekbone with his thumb, "I am not saying that we would be a happy-jolly couple always because we will face problems and differences too, but..." he leans close to her and stops right before her lips, "We will work on them, don't worry. It will take time but in the end, I will be here and you will be here, with me."

In each other's arms.

He places his lips on hers and Naeun melts into him.

That night when Hoseok cries with her when she practices her script of the movie 'How my dog died', she realises that she does not have to cry alone anymore. He pulls her into a hug, whispering sweet-nothings and she knows he will be here to make her feel better.

He will be here to kiss her, in sorrow, glee, worry, fear and love.

. . .

"When all of this is over, will you push her out of your life?"

Jimin looks at Jin who suddenly asked him the question while they were all playing around. He never thought about it. Will he?

He looks at Arin who smiles at him as she walks past him to walk to the kitchen. "I don't think I need her in my life, do I? Can I be in any kind of relationship with a person like Arin? We clearly don't click well, I cannot imagine how it would be to be with her."

But he is her soulmate...

He doesn't want to give her false hopes just because of that. Arin's fragile, he can't let her hopes climb up the hill only to be pushed off the cliff.

"I don't think you can Jimin," Jin suddenly says, making Jimin look at him. He shrugs, "Or maybe you can, but Jungkook? He definitely cannot. I mean look at him, he has grown attached to her," Jin pats his shoulder, pointing his chin towards Jungkook and Arin who are arm wrestling and the former keeps letting the younger win.

"I don't know what kind of relationship you guys have but from what I see, she is waiting for you to take a step, anything...so that she can decide whether she wants to stay or not. . .If she does not stay, it will be hard for Jungkook to let go of her and equally hard for her to do the same. . . she is not the type to keep relationships over phones you know?"

Jimin nods and exhales.

"I am just scared," he admits. After numerous days of thinking, pushing her away and thinking again– he admits that the thought of committing to one person is scary. It's the mark on their wrists that ties them together, a mark that would probably get covered with accessories or sleeves.

"That's normal," Jin shrugs, "I would be more concerned if you weren't. But think it in this way, out of billions of people who could have those words written on their wrists–she was the one, maybe, maybe, that will be enough for you to love her."

It's the silence after the words that makes Jimin close his eyes.

"I think I would give anything to know that such a person exists for me. Someone out there that was chosen by an unknown, cosmic force for an unexplainable reason just for me. To see a mark that matches my own. Well...", Jin breathes deeply, tears welling in his eyes but not falling, "I think that must be the most wonderful thing in the entire world."

. . .

After talking to Era, Jimin's scared.

He's realised too much, every moment of him meeting Arin flashes in his mind and the words on his wrist itch—he's done so wrong. He observes Arin the rest of the day, the way she refuses to spend time with the members and takes Yeontan out to play, the way she pulls out of the conversation instantly, averts everyone's gazes.

It's obvious that something's wrong and she is quiet about it. Scared, if Jimin is reading that expression right. He loses all his patience to keep his silence when Arin flinches as soon as he touches her arm.

"Drop you?" Jimin asks. Era and Namjoon have gone to the company as soon as the ice-cream party was over. Arin shakes her head, wearing her shoes. Jimin racks his brain, figuring out what made her behave this way, is it him?

Is it the kiss? Does she want to talk about it?

He clears his throat after Arin's ready to walk out, " Um. . . about before, you know before we went to the hospital..."

"The kiss," Arin interrupts, shrugging. "Yes, what about it?"

Jimin looks at her, dumbfounded. He's clearly flustered and heat creeps up his cheeks. He clears his throat once again for no reason before nodding, "Yeah about that."

"It meant nothing right?"

Confused, he blinks thrice. He is almost sure that it was a question, almost, to confirm it, but somewhere he finds a hint of it being a statement.

"It was an urge and we acted upon it, nothing more— happens with every pair of soulmates," Arin says, shrugging and picking up her bag to head out.

Jimin whispers, "It wasn't an urge maybe..."

Arin halts in her place. She looks over her shoulder to let him know, she's listening.

"I have felt the urge all the time...to touch you or talk to you..."

"So?"

Ouch. "B-but I hold back because I didn't want our first kiss to be out of our will," Jimin steps ahead, "I wanted to know if I was forced to kiss you or I actually wanted to..."

"Even if it was a real kiss, how does that matter? You don't seem to want me in your life," Arin says, turning around to look at him.

Jimin looks at her with squinted eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"I heard you that day, talking with Jin. I knew you didn't like me, I am glad you confirmed it." Arin says. Her voice doesn't seem to be filled with irritation or anger. It sounds so normal that Jimin doesn't know what to take of it.

"You aren't at fault, it is me. I decided to overhear your conversation as if my life is a fairytale, but no, life's really shitty for someone like me," She secures her fingers in a fist, trying hard to breathe.

"That's not true! You didn't even hear the full thing!"

"And what difference would it have made? Regardless of that conversation, you've always found me a burden in your life, an addition you didn't need. Have you ever asked me what's wrong with me? If I am okay?" Arin says. "Jungkook does it and I can't be happier about it but I expect to hear those words from you!"

"Okay, I know, I was wrong but I am trying too, okay?" Jimin passes a hand through his hair, "I know you don't trust people anymore, and I don't expect you to either because you've gone through so much—"

"—what do you even know about me? Have you ever cared for knowing about me? To ask if I went to high school or not? If I live with my parents or not—"

"You don't." Jimin interrupts, speaking calmly. "And I am glad you don't. I am glad you followed your heart."

"How do you know that?" Arin immediately chimes, "Who told you?"

Jimin winces internally. He should have pretended he didn't know.

"Who am I kidding? No one but Era knows. She told you right?" Arin scoffs, " If you didn't kiss me out of the urge that means you like me, genuinely, and when one person likes the other— he cares. You have never cared...but you have been extra caring today. You even brought two ice-creams because you didn't know what I would like...I should be happy, shouldn't I? I was until now... do you know why I feel so bad about this? Because after all this time, it took Era rambling about our shitty life for you to care about me huh?"

Jimin shakes his head, stepping ahead.

"That's not the reason..." he ruffles his hair, "I know I was a dickhead before, and I don't know why I acted that way. I get weird and possessive with you being here. I want to blame the urges but I know it's my fault in the end.. everyone likes you so much...I don't know...but I want to change things between us now."

"I don't know," She says, "I don't know if I should trust you because I don't know next time you become an asshole to me, it might take me to become bankrupt for you to stop."

"That's not it, Arin..."

"It is," she firmly says and turns back to walk out, "You don't need me in your life Park Jimin, you have made it clear every time."

And she walks out.

. . .

Fate is a funny thing. This has been long established at Bangtan dorm by each of its visitors.

Arin agrees to it as well.

That's why she sits grumpily on her bed, wondering what fate was thinking when she decided on the boys' soulmates.

Did she really lend them a reservation in her well-laid plan of tragedy?

Suddenly her phone buzzes and she picks it up, flinching a little when her just-cried-for-like-ten-minutes face shows up on the screen.

Why is Jimin face-timing her?

She looks around, thinks a little and the call gets missed by the time she is underneath a blanket, ready to talk. She does not call him back because she doesn't want to talk to him.

(That's what she wants him to think!)

Unknown to the outside world, she is actually desperately waiting for him to call. She worries that she might have overreacted a little back then and it's troubling her peace. She stares and stares at the black screen as if burning holes into it with her eyes would make him call her back.

She exhales and starts cursing the blanket for being too far away. If it had been on this side of the bed she would have answered on time. She lies down with a disappointed sigh and places her phone on her chest.

Then she picks it up, lights the screen then tosses it away. Takes it in her hand again and places it on her chest.

She fumbles around the phone, startled when it suddenly starts vibrating against her skin.

Shit shit shit, she mutters and dives underneath the blanket.

She breathes in and out, makes sure that no light leaks inside her blanket shield and finally slides to answer.

She is greeted by a sight of Chimmy, the passionate puppy with its tongue hanging out its mouth.

"Hello," she hears Jimin say from the other side, and she can swear she heard a crack in it. Arin does not reply and waits patiently for him to say something more. After a few seconds of him saying Hello in different tones, the camera suddenly shakes and his face shows up on her screen. She covers her mouth to prevent herself from gasping or even saying something.

Facetime with Park Jimin– she has only heard it in fanfictions. Only Y/N does that shit.

"Did I call the wrong number?" he mumbles, bringing the phone closer to his face. Arin shuts her eyes when he suddenly brings his camera too close to his lips.

"Is the network at her place bad? Why is it so dark?"

That's when the sound of the outside traffic makes Jimin realise something.

"You're there Arin? Right?" he asks and Arin shakes her head without saying anything. "I know you are in there," he says and smiles coyly.

Arin huffs and the phone slips out of her hands, landing outside her blanket shield, upside down. The camera faces the ceiling directly, where three men stared right back down at it.

"Is that my picture from MOTS: ONE?" he chuckles. "Can't believe you have those pasted on the ceiling, can't sleep without seeing my face, hmm?"

That's enough to fuel Arin and like an undercover cop, she reveals herself from her hiding place, ready to shoot the bullet of refusals at her soulmate. "Don't be so full of yourself, you are in the far right corner!"

"That's okay, I mean Jin Hyung deserves to be in the centre," he laughs and Arin stuffs her face in the pillow until she realises that all of this was his deliberate attempt in bringing her out of the den.

"What is it?" she rolls her eyes.

"W-what were you up to?" Jimin asks, clearing his throat.

Arin scoffs, "Get to the point, we don't do small talk."

"Right,' he mumbles, "I actually. . . . look I am really sorry. I did not mean to hurt you like that– I was just being my dumb self. You probably know how much I overthink right? You know sometimes it can be a curse to have a brain— shit I am just blabbering— so yeah I wanted to apologise. After all, I need to own up—"

"Stop!" Arin interrupts, huffing. "Okay, I get it and you are talking nonsense."

Jimin apologizes once again and the conversation morphs into silence.

Arin awkwardly clears her throat, "Well, if you have nothing to say—"

"Won't you forgive me?" Jimin asks, his eyes blown wide.

Arin sighs, turning the phone towards the wall. She can't see him right now, she doesn't want to give in. "I have no reason to. What difference does it make? Will you suddenly start wanting my presence near you? No, right?"

"Yes. Right," Jimin corrects. "I do need you in my life."

Her heart jumps. Drowns. Drops. And then Dances.

"Y-you, don't," Arin insists, "You said—"

"I was stupid okay?" Jimin says, closing his eyes, embarrassed to say it out loud. Arin shakes her head, "You don't need to talk with me out of pity Jimin. I am fine now. I don't need anyone like Era must have told you."

"I am not doing this out of pity. What makes you think that I would pity you?" Jimin says, "I have no reason to do that, you know? Era only told me about past Arin. Arin who is sitting in front of me– the one I know– is nothing like that. She values life, people around her and as well as her own happiness."

Comfort idol.

Right now, through a five-inch screen– she is talking to Jimin of BTS. The angel sent from the heavens to the earth. She had almost forgotten that once she used to sit under the same blanket shield, protecting herself from the harsh world to watch the same person she is talking to now. To hear him comfort her with a honey-like voice, to hear his laugh and to watch his eyes disappear as he smiles.

How fast the night changes, turning her world upside down.

"Hey, did the connection weaken again? Why is the video paused?"

Arin realises she had been blankly staring at him. She shakes her head and Jimin rakes a hand through his hair.

"What were you doing?" Arin surprises herself, Jimin and Chimmy, the passionate puppy which was abandoned a few minutes ago— when she initiates a conversation.

Jimin stutters, unable to form a proper sentence. "Dinner," is all he could summarise his evening in. "Is Jin okay?"

Jimin nods and then shrugs, as confused as– he assumes Jin might be.

"What about Yoongi, is he? I was too..."

"Can we talk about you?" Jimin says out loud before he even thinks. He blinks rapidly, darting around his brain to think of a proper phrase to reduce the impact of the said words.

"Sure," Arin is surprised again. "What do you want to talk about?"

And that's how Chimmy fell asleep that night, listening to the pair of soulmates talk about every random thing they could and he is sure when he would wake up– he would find the phones still clutched near their ears, eyes closed and soft snores being each other's lullabies.

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did i say the longest chapter yet? <3