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After hours of planning what to wear, Yoongi finally chooses a red over sized sweater to go with ripped jeans. He after all, has a date.
That too with a beautiful pink haired softie, and Yoongi is literally going to burst into a bunch of confetti. Yoongi is just so so so excited? And nervous? Is this even normal?
"YOONGI HYUNG DON'T YOU LOOK FAB FAB FABULOUS?" Hoseok sing-songs as he swirls around Yoongi, throwing green bits of paper on his friend.
The green paper is supposed to be money by the way. Jung Hoseok and his damned creativity. Namjoon literally walked out of the room when Hoseok brought in Yoongi in a grandpa dress shirt of the vintage times - but what was worse - the make up. Outright disastrous. With a simple 'don't overdo it Yoongi' Namjoon left the room.
So much for having supportive best friends.
But now finally, Yoongi looks decent, his blue hair softly balancing the brightness of his red sweater.
This has to be Yoongi's favorite time of the year, when the leaves are blended into hues of orange and yellow - the coffee aesthetic of the season fitting into cool temperatures and grey skies.
Once Yoongi applies a little bit of cocoa butter lip balm (mind you, cocoa butter is the best flavor) because who appreciates cracked lips, he takes a last look at the mirror and messages Jimin that he is on his way.
Namjoon, who was waiting in the living room for Yoongi, claps his hand slowly when Yoongi steps inside. "Finally! Respectable clothing!"
Hoseok says, "Shut up Joon. The make up was a tad bit off -"
"A tad? Jung Hoseok, I'm never letting you touch my face ever again. I can't afford it!"
"Woo hoo, when did Yoongi become such a drama queen?"
"Didn't you know Hobi? He always was." Namjoon replies with a wink.
Yoongi just scowls, and hopes no one hears when he mumbles out a "Drama king, you mean."
Yoongi and his snark comments.
The movie is exactly at noon, Yoongi is panicking. Wiping his sweaty hands on the cloth of his jeans, he continues his run through the park. He chose to walk to the cinema since the weather was so perfect, and that turned out to be a bad idea since Yoongi is drenched in bodily fluids. Namely sweat.
He is so far into the park that there is no turning back now, he can't even run back to catch a cab. If he did, someone better buy him another half an hour.
Hands running through his hair, Yoongi steps into the cinema hall. To no avail, Yoongi fails to find any pink haired shortie.
He quickly glances through his ticket and enters an auditorium, which turns out to be the wrong one since the moaning sounds were definitely NOT supposed to be in a child's animation movie.
Yes, Jimin and Yoongi are on a movie date to watch Zootopia. If it wasn't obvious already?
Absolutely mortified, Yoongi hides his face as he enters another auditorium, fortunately the correct one this time.
Like a buffoon, he stomps to the front of the theater, searching for a certain Park Jimin and also effectively blocking everyone's view. The curses thrown at him thereafter were well deserved.
Jimin was able to notice him and gestured to the seat beside him, his mouth stretching into a large smile at the sight of Yoongi.
Yoongi despises insects, especially butterflies - who seem to flutter around happily, meaninglessly, all the time. But then why do they feel strangely pleasant as they flap aggressively in his tummy, seeing Jimin?
Soulmate connection perhaps.
With a short text to Namjoon, Yoongi claims the seat next to Jimin.
-x-
When Jimin spots a disheveled and confused Yoongi standing nonchalantly in front of the movie screen, what usually would have got Jimin scrunching his nose in amusement now makes his heart clench in fondness.
What the fuck?
Jimin flashes a large smile at the elder, earning a gummy smile in return.
Taking short but deep breaths, Jimin calms himself as Yoongi sits next to him. Jimin is so fucking screwed.
Jimin prays to the heavens for a safe journey for this afternoon, is going to be a rough ride.
"So, um, Zootopia? Good movie choice there." Yoongi says, as he snuggles on to his seat comfortably.
Jimin is lost. He has absolutely no idea what to do, should he say what Taehyung advised him to say, oh my.
Jimin turned to his soulmate and nodded. He then stared emotionlessly at the movie in front of him - sure, foxes and rabbits falling in love was cool, but is it helping in any way? How the fuck is he supposed spend a life with Yoongi and fall in love and adopt babies if he can't even speak a word to him?
That went too far Jimin. Adopt babies? Control your thoughts, Jimin. Jesus.
After about an hour of awkward silence between the duo, the intermission starts. Taking this as a quick excuse, Jimin gestures to Yoongi and runs to the toilets.
He opens his phone as he enters a cubicle and isn't really surprised to see 5 missed calls, 3 messages and 1 voicemail from his best friend.
Taehyung:
WHAT HAPPEN BOi
SPILL THE T
DID U TELL HIM
Jimin:
I didnt
I got nervous and ran to the bathroom
Taehyung:
wtf
we rehearsed
Jimin:
You don't understand!
He's cute!
Taehyung:
stfu
idc how whipped u are for yoongly boongs
but a mans gotta do what he gotta do
Jimin:
whatever the heck that means
Taehyung:
if youre gettin too jittery
Jimin:
...
Taehyung:
sorry for my late response
kookie just entered home
im saying that just shout it out
Jimin:
What?!
Taehyung:
Trust me, it works
shouting relaxes your mind
Jimin:
you're weird tae
anyway thanks
gtg run back to the theatre before intermission ends
didnt even get to pee
-x-
Yoongi looks at his watch - Jimin hasn't returned from the restrooms since the last ten minutes. He wonders if he should get up and look around (for a measure of concern you see), but relief washes over him as he sees the boy enter the theater. Oh, doesn't Jimin look cute in a white tuck in shirt and jeans, plus a blue furry coat.
Help Yoongi's soul #1.
Yoongi's smile is soon replaced by; amusement? A scowl? Surprise? When Jimin begins to scream.
Yoongi doesn't know what to do, he feels a little panicky and at the same time scared of the little man.
"MIN YOOOONGI!" Jimin begins, for the first time confidently looking into his man's eyes. "Because of you I have fart on my wrist and trust me I am known to take my sweet revenge! I blow you away, right? I guess that's because I farted in your face! SMELLS PRETTY SWEET, HUH?"
Help Yoongi's soul #2.
Yoongi's mind almost blanks out due to unexplained amount of happiness he is feeling at hearing Jimin's little rant attacking Yoongi. His poor heart seems to be feeling very pressurized, and Yoongi can feel heat rising up to his cheeks.
A lot of people in the theater must be looking at him now, he is sure, and Yoongi is just so overwhelmed - he is sweating more profusely than he ever has in his life. Just when he feels a comfortable weight fall on his chest, just as if everything finally fits together he blanks out with the feeling of a feather brushing over his arm. Last thing he sees is Jimin's face contort in shock and the soft velvet floor of the theater.
Help Yoongi's soul #3.
When Yoongi wakes up, he sees blue and pink. He notices that the pink is from Jimin's hair, which was vaguely entering into Yoongi's eyes and the blue from the sky above him.
Adjusting to his surroundings, Yoongi tries to sit up, but is pushed back down. He gives up when he realizes he has been sleeping in a park.
"How did you get me here?" Yoongi asks, now trying to rest his head on Jimin's tiny shoulder.
"With my bare hands." Jimin simply replies.
"Oh, those tiny things?" Yoongi rudely says. Definitely annoyed with everything that is happening, Yoongi has some very important questions to demand answers to. He swiftly turns around and faces Jimin, barely noticing the beauty before falling right into the younger's face.
Help Yoongi's soul #4.
"Woah, woah, woah Yoongi. Calm down." Jimin hoists his soulmate up, his eyes falling down again because he still seems to be very overwhelmed from the incident at the movie theater.
Basically, Jimin had ranted so much, Yoongi went into a zone of over stimuli on hearing Jimin's first words. Unable to handle the emotions, he fainted. Real smooth.
When Yoongi regains consciousness this time, he pulls his blue hair in frustration and groans a soft 'what the fuck'. Jimin just looks at him in endearment.
"The fuck are you looking at?"
"You're such a grumpy old man. It's cute."
"'M. Not. Cute." Yoongi mutters with a pout, making him seem cuter than anything else. Yoongi's heart hums a little at hearing Jimin's soft giggles. Jimin really is beautiful - especially when his eyes disappear into crescents and his smile - gosh his smile. Dazzling.
They continue to look at each other for a stretch of 10 seconds, which might as well have felt like hours. With a sharp yelp Yoongi remembers that he after all, has some real shit written on his wrist.
Pulling the sleeve of his sweater up, only then he sees that the text is not written only over his wrist - god, how he wished it was.
There was a whole ass paragraph engraved over the wide expanse of his arm, in bold letters that too.
Jimin's impact really.
Help Yoongi's soul #5.
He rubs at his new marks, the letters glistening with a new shine which identifies the birth of his new relationship with Jimin. Laughing softly, he faces Jimin who has a little smirk on his face.
"That's a nice tattoo you got there." He taunts.
"You think?"
After a pause, Jimin continues, "I swear I didn't mean to rant like that."
"Sure you didn't." Yoongi scowls.
"I was meant to be savage! But not such a long paragraph - you see, I got overwhelmed and the words just kept coming out."
"I'm listening. Go on."
"When you fainted, I almost thought you died! And that would have been really shitty! And my heart too really hurt for a moment, I guess. Soulmate stuff. Well, I don't know why I somehow do like you a lot. Although I don't know you."
"Umhm."
"You're greedy."
"Shut up, brat. Continue your story."
"Whatever, Yoongi. My best friend helped me rehearse a tiny sentence. But that didn't work out, obviously. Honestly though, I think you deserved my rant. And I don't think your mark looks that bad. Suits your mysterious personality."
"Wow, you really do talk a lot."
"Shut up." Jimin says as he angrily folds his arms.
"Before anything, there are something's you should know about me. I am emotionally constipated and stupid most of the times. I suck at socializing and I produce music. You're really cute but I never asked for this soulmate stuff I didn't really believe in, until the last hour. I'll take my slow time to adjust to everything okay?"
"Of course that's okay, my emotionally constipated soulmate." Jimin giggles. Oh, Yoongi would do anything to hear that angelic sound.
Because of you I have fart on my wrist and trust me I am known to take my sweet revenge! I blow you away, right? I guess that's because I farted in your face! SMELLS PRETTY SWEET, HUH?
The Fates nicely added the necessary punctuation too, and also capitalized the last sentence. Yoongi was unsure whether he wanted to laugh or cry or perhaps even scream.
Choosing option none-of-the-above, he instead turns to admire Jimin's beautiful features, passing a soft smile assuring him that they both were going to be okay.
Sitting side by side on the grass, they look forward, into the vast sunset sky, orange leaves surrounding them.
-x-
It had been 3 months since Jimin and Yoongi sealed their relationship as soulmates. It was simple and funny how easily they fit into each others lives. Jimin was not only pretty, he was smart and very charming. Yoongi learnt with time that Jimin was not only a talented dancer, but a very talented singer too.
As wisely once predicted by Namjoon, Yoongi realized he was in love with Jimin before he was spiritually fated with the other. It wasn't just a coincidence.
What may be considered as a coincidence though, is that Namjoon and Seokjin turned out to be soulmates. Yoongi and Jimin wanted to introduce their friends to each other and thus they met at Jimin's house.
Namjoon, obviously 'lost in trance', followed Seokjin into the kitchen ("Its the duty of a gentleman to help another!" Namjoon said.) Weirdly enough, you can probably guess what they're conversation went like.
Seokjin's wrist reads Let me drain the noodles for you and Namjoon's wrist reads You don't use chopsticks and knives to drain noodles you dumb donkey!
The rest is history.
Hoseok is pretty depressed about the fact that he still hasn't found his soulmate, but nonetheless enjoys the cheesy company of his new gay friends.
So the seven of them now were cramped into a tiny couch at Seokjin's house, its the middle of a cold, bitter winter. Good thing they have each other.
They are glued to the TV screen in front of them. It was a terribly sad k-drama, the last episode of the series, and the husband was visiting his daughter's grave.
And then the screen turned black, marking 'la fin' of the show.
"Oh my god, is the great Min in tears?" Hoseok exclaims, wiping his own ugly cries as he faces his friends with a red face.
"Says you." Yoongi deadpans.
"At least I don't try to hide it Yoongles." Hoseok replies, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Geez Hobi, please never call me that again."
Jimin sneaks his hand into Yoongi's and laces them together as he whispers into his ears, "Yoongles Boongles is what you're going to hear me scream tonight."
Yoongi visibly stiffens and Jimin laughs, successfully being able to elicit the reaction he was expecting from his soulmate.
Everyone's head snap towards Seokjin when they hear him authoritatively cough. "Boys and girls -"
"There are no girls here Jin."
"Jungkook, that's hyung for you. And those two lovebirds at the back," Jimin points at his chest, silently questioning a 'me?' "Yes you two. Listen up." Clapping his hands together, Seokjin continues, "Its just 8 o'clock, should we watch another movie?"
"Babe you actually created so much hype for that one question, you're so talented. How did you do that? You inspire me so much -"
It's scary how Namjoon isn't even being sarcastic. Seokjin blushes, and Namjoon just coos at the elder. Yoongi thought its saddening to see Namjoon's IQ go to waste for being whipped for Seokjin, that psycho, of all people. But later Yoongi begins to accept that love makes people do crazy things, just as he experiences it himself. And maybe, Seokjin isn't such a crazy guy. Just a little too eccentric.
Still, the couple are disgustingly gross with each other. Seokjin uses the worst pick up lines, wears obnoxious shades of pink (which make him look great actually) and has a windshield laugh. However, Yoongi can't imagine his best friend being soulmates with anyone but Seokjin. He too, has now secured a place into his heart.
Yoongi cannot name the exact moment the seven of them grew into a large family. In the short span of three months, they unbelievably managed to find time for each other and care for one another as if they knew each other for years.
And Yoongi loves this, the feeling of home in his old and new friends, and most importantly - the feeling of home in Jimin.
Its surprising really, how Yoongi adjusted so quickly.
Love, makes people do crazy things.
And thus, they watch a horror movie, proposed by Taehyung. Jimin and Yoongi are cuddling - and of course Yoongi is the bigger spoon. Of course.
Somehow though, Yoongi is the one with his teeth chattering and knuckles going white as the movie continues, a scary ghost appearing in a jump scare and frightening the shit out of the so called 'tough' Yoongi.
Jimin is in awe of the duality of his soulmate, he laughs softly and pulls Yoongi's distressed face towards him.
"Would you like some kisses?"
Yoongi's eyes go wide. "Wait what - Jimin? Why would you think that? I'm not afraid! I don't need consolation - I'm a man! And you know how uncomfortable I am with PDA -"
Jimin simply winks at the elder, and pulls out a packet of Hershey's Kisses chocolates which was kept under the couch. "Never thought you would be one to refuse kisses."
"How did you -"
"Shhh." Jimin puts his fingers to Yoongi's lips, silencing him. "I borrowed some from your candy shop last Monday, remember? When you were melting some chocolates for a cake?"
Yes, Yoongi remembers. Technically, it wasn't borrowing, it was stealing and Yoongi managed to catch his soulmate red handed - but forgave him. Still, that is not called borrowing.
Despite of these things, Yoongi is looking at Jimin with heart eyes. A Jimin, who is trying hard to look like the dominating one but most definitely is not, especially not with those softest cheeks and the cutest smile.
The horror movie is long forgotten by then, and everyone is giving each other goodbyes as it is time to go home. Its almost midnight, but who really cares? Jimin and Yoongi have a candy shop to raid and some cake pops to eat.