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The pitch darkness in the room and the drawled out silence that hung in the air, except for the soft rustling of limbs against the blankets, made it seem like the dead middle of the night until the alarm rang for the fifth time. The mobile phone was practically screeching to wake up Yoongi who just refused to open his eyes.
These were the times he wished he had a physical alarm clock, so that he could fucking throw it against the wall with all his might and not regret it one bit. Months of saving up provided him with a pretty decent phone and to fling it across the room during his stubborn outbursts was the last thing he needed. Though there were times he was very close to doing it.
He rolled over to his back and looked up at the ceiling, stretching out a yawn and roughly rubbing his eyes with his fingers before proceeding to grope his nightstand to grab his phone. Yoongi peeked through his half open lids at the dimly lit screen, breathing out a groan when he saw the date.
He was planning to bunk his class anyways so it didn't matter if he was up, but it was a special day. Well, he didn’t technically like calling it special but either ways, it was the day he was going to meet his destined soulmate. Was Yoongi nervous? You could say that. Oh no, Yoongi wasn’t nervous about meeting his so-called soulmate, it was more about how the Universe was going to do it for him.
You see, Yoongi is a skeptical person. He doesn't really believe in Destiny or Fate or any of that bullshit. You can't blame him for having such a belief when he worked his ass off for years to change his pathetic lifestyle. He was studying in a good university and was a part time piano teacher in a nearby music academy. He would have never got to this state if he let the Universe do it for him.
Even when he received the letter with the name of his soulmate embossed in glittering gold after turning 21 almost two years ago, he wasn't really excited like any other person would be. How could he just fall in love with this particular “Park Jimin” like that? The concept was absolutely absurd. It was just forcing two people to believe that they were meant to be together and somehow making it work.
Weirdly, the same person who thought this had his two best friends completely head over heels in love with each other because of their own letters; the biggest example for the accomplishment of the system. Yoongi himself couldn't imagine Namjoon and Jin being with anyone else.
He tapped the screen to stop the blaring alarm and looked back up again. In the comfortable silence of his room, he adjusted the pillow behind his head, idly staring at the white paint peeling at the corner of his ceiling or the tube light painfully flickering and breathing its last. He really needed to get that fixed.
Pulling away the heavy quilt that draped his slim figure, he pushed himself off the bed, heading straight into the bathroom to freshen up. Yoongi initially wanted to just stay in but if this whole thing was true, he sure in hell didn’t want the Universe to bring his soulmate to his miserable state of a room for them to meet.
After stripping off his pajamas, he slipped into the small crammed bathroom and pulled across the baby blue plastic curtain to start the shower. He couldn't be more thankful for forgetting to switch off the geyser the night before, when warm soothing water cascaded over his body. Otherwise it would take at least ten minutes to heat the water.
The bath helped to calm his troubled mind even if it was for a short period of time. He was lathering himself with a bar of sweet smelling citrus soap when he noticed the bottle of shampoo at the far end. It's been a few days since he washed his hair so he poured the fragrant liquid in his palms and scrubbed his hair clean as well. Gosh, he could stay under the slowly steaming water forever. It always helped him clear his mind.
Maybe he was lot more nervous than he wanted to be.
After drying his skin with a clean towel, he walked bare into his room and towards his wardrobe. The light from the bathroom was back again for the nth time to guide him in the dark when he hadn't pulled apart the thick curtains of his room, pestering him to fix the damn light. This led him to roll his eyes in frustration while drying his blonde hair with one hand, the other rummaging through his clothes to find something that would match his faded ripped jeans. He pulled out a soft black and white striped sweater and placed it against his chest while gazing at himself in the mirror. It was decent on him. Under the sweater he also wore a slim fit black shirt to protect him from the chilly breeze of autumn.
Yoongi sprayed a thick layer of a musky scented cologne all over his clothes to mask the smell of beer he chugged wearing the same sweater two days ago. He could find himself another shirt but he wasn’t really keen on dressing up anyways. Whoever this “Park Jimin” was, he had to deal with the real him, not a sugar coated pretty boy for the rest of his life so might as well be true to himself.
A bright beam of sunlight attacked Yoongi’s face as soon as he pulled the curtains apart. Squeezing his eyes shut involuntarily, he spun around to hide away from the blinding light. It hurt his eyes and the slightest wisps of a headache were already crawling towards him. But at least now the place was well lit, displaying the horrible state his room was in. Great, another chore to add to his list.
Pairing his clothes with his only clean set of converse shoes, he was just about to leave when the thought of his letter rung a bell inside his head. Honestly he had no idea where the thing was. He shoved it away into some random corner of his room the very next day after receiving it, not blinking an eye afterwards.
Looking under his bed and the shelves of his wardrobe, even under the carpet; practically turning his apartment upside down to find the damned thing was not only depleting his energy but also wasting his time. He swore he would drop the whole thing if he didn't find it in the next ten minutes but after scavenging a little more, he found the letter stacked under layers of previous year university books, all scrunched into large cardboard boxes that he was planning to give away.
That was close.
Yoongi would’ve completely forgotten about this day if it wasn’t for Hoseok shaking him violently like a maraca a day before, clearly more excited than Yoongi would ever be. He even volunteered to help him pick a nice outfit and teach him nice words for the encounter but Yoongi being.. Yoongi, assured his best friend he didn’t need all that. If this man was going to be his soulmate, he had to accept Yoongi the way he was
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With the letter in hand and a black baseball cap over his head, Yoongi paced across the streets of Seoul intrigued about how he was going to meet this Jimin. The weather was chilly as predicted, the light breeze desperately trying to find its way into the fabric of his sweater. Wherever he looked, the bright colors of amber, orange and scarlet greeted his eyes, clinging on almost naked trees or pushed into heaps on the concrete pavements. The leaves under his shoes were crisp and he liked to walk over the coloured trail, satisfied with the sound of their deep crunch.
It would be nice if he could stop by for a short breakfast at Jin's bistro but that would leave him in the centre of a warzone, constantly bombarded with questions of his selection in clothes and his hair and what not for today's meeting and he was not keen on that so early in the morning. He needed this to be done as soon as possible without any interruptions from his overly concerned friends.
So he walked to his next favourite cafe in town and gobbled down a nice breakfast of buttered toast and sizzling pork sausages. The quantity didn't fill him up as much as needed but it was okay.
Continuing on the streets of Seoul, Yoongi wasn't sure what exactly he was looking for and where exactly he needed to be. Everyone just says you meet your soulmate when the time is right and you just know it's them deep in your heart, like a tug at your conscious. He did scan the many faces that he passed, but he didn't feel any tug or anything as such. This was just plain stupid. He didn't like the idea and the fact that he was utterly confused and oblivious to what to expect had him debating this all over again.
As he passed Starbucks, he quickly went inside and grabbed a steaming cup of hazelnut latte without a second thought, possibly wanting to make himself look cooler with the overrated cup of joe. He looked at the thin cream floating over the dark liquid in the styrofoam, the robust smell of coffee invading his senses.
This was maybe the first time he actually bought a fucking latte from Starbucks, a place he has never ending complains about but maybe Jimin would like it? Maybe Jimin was a fan of latte so it's time Yoongi tried the drink, right? The beating of his heart slowly started to increase in speed, sheer nervousness of his encounter with the man muddling his senses.
He was the only one who complained and didn't believe in this system of soulmates while everyone else... did. He was downright declining the existence of such things but there must be some reason why many people believed it with all their hearts? So just maybe Jimin was his soulmate? This lead to another route of self conscious questions:
What if Jimin and him had different interests?
What if Jimin didn’t like his taste in music?
What if Jimin didn’t like his bleached hair? What if-
Okay stop it, get a hold of yourself Yoongi. You don’t even believe in this crap, what are you stressing so much about then?
Yoongi sighed. This was so stupid. He couldn’t believe he actually walked out into the streets to meet his soulmate. Namjoon would never leave him for this since Yoongi’s been dissing the entire thing till the very last moment, but hey, Yoongi is just curious about how this would go.
He heaved a disappointing sigh. His thoughts were going completely haywire. To not break his head over this stupid meeting, he pulled over his massive headphones and pumped his ears with sick hip hop beats as he walked across the cobbled footpath mindlessly.
He spent almost an hour strolling through flourishing parks and the nearby museum, admiring paintings and sculptures and reading the tiny metal rectangles of information pinned next to them. Not sure where the man could possibly be, he tried to cover as much area as possible until he decided it was too much for him and stuck to the familiar streets again. If he was going to meet his soulmate today, it will happen no matter where he was so there was no point pressuring his legs into walking so much.
Chewing the straw, he sipped bits of his steaming black coffee, a second one he bought that was much larger and fair for its price from another cafe. He was embracing the atmosphere and the cool colours of the sky with his music, not paying attention to a man skateboarding towards Yoongi's direction. He was shouting at Yoongi and flinging his arms, asking him to move out of the way but Yoongi was too involved with the music and coffee. It was at the very last second Yoongi focused on what was in front of him and practically tossed himself to the side using all his energy, spilling the coffee all over his sweater, yelling out a curse as the other man skated away.
“For fuck's sake” he snapped to himself, dragging the soaked edge of the sweater away from his stomach. The coffee was hot and burned his skin wherever it made contact. It was going to leave a nasty stain on the fabric and he wasn't prepared for it.
He didn’t realize when he walked into the middle of the street, too occupied with himself for the second time that day. Balancing the tall styrofoam cup against his side using the inside of his elbow, Yoongi used the tissue wrapped around the cup to pat his skin dry, completely unaware of his surroundings.
Possibly the biggest mistake in his entire life.
Though the music still echoed in his ears through the soundproof headphones, he somehow managed to hear a faint voice calling out his name. Yoongi stopped dead in his tracks and frowned, wondering who the voice belonged to.
“Yoongi, watch out!” the voice shouted again, making him turn his head towards the direction he came from. It was all too fast but he locked eyes with a pair of pretty chocolate brown orbs, intense fear embedded into them and he didn't understand why. The tiniest tug in the depths of his heart could be felt in his chest and he continued to gaze at the beautiful boy with soft black hair approaching him faster by the second until he felt a heavy pressure against his back and suddenly the force hurled him to the other side of the road. This was followed by an ear shattering screech of a vehicle desperately trying to halt.
Yoongi fell on his face, scraping his body, the rough ground tearing into patches of skin and bleeding. A sharp ringing sound buzzed in his ears after the impact, he must've hit his head as he fell. The cup of coffee tumbled away across the pavement, spilling all its content and forming a stream of hot dark liquid, his headphones broken into pieces on the other side. A strange numbing sensation enveloped his left arm and when he tried to move, a jolt of pain rushed through his limb.
It was broken. Definitely broken.
Completely disoriented by the sudden turn of events, he somehow forced himself to get up despite the pain and maybe hoped to punch the person who did this to him. His body ached from broken bones and bleeding skin, completely zapped off of his energy. The ringing finally dissipated away as he regained his composure, frustration pulsing in his blood.
But when Yoongi looked back up, all that anger and pain and frustration disintegrated away in a fraction of a second. The air in his lungs knocked out and his heart rattling inside his chest like a wild animal as he stared at the sight in front of him with wide large eyes.
He couldn’t believe it.
It couldn’t be true.
This wasn’t happening.
Shiver after shiver raked his spine, burning his nerves, trembling his entire frame. The world all around him became still, blocking out all the sound. At that very moment, it was just him and what was in front of him. A thick and heavy globule of despair settled in Yoongi’s chest, its weight pulling him down further into insanity as he gulped in short hefty breaths. His mind was on overdrive, not wanting to accept the situation but his body physically impacted with towering panic. The smallest whimper left his dry mouth, holding back the emotions in his twisted stomach.
A crowd of murmuring people had already formed around the front of the vehicle, making it difficult to see the entire scene but the smallest sight through the feet of people, of a limp arm resting in a pool of blood, made the answer obvious.
He couldn't move or even breathe, all his muscles and bones solidified into a heavy clump and embedded into the cement road. He sat there staring at all the commotion in front of him, not knowing what to do as a massive hole of dread dug itself within his ribs.
Two strangers noticed Yoongi's crumpled stone figure on the side. They quickly approached to help him stand, and it was harsh, especially since one arm rendered useless burning in pain. They bombarded him with questions of his health and who to contact. They must've realized he was a part of the incident too. But all the questions passed through one ear and escaped through the other. His health was the least of his worries. The dread of someone trying to save Yoongi and taking his own life instead made his mouth go completely dry, the heavy feeling in his chest swallowing his presence of mind.
“Is he okay? Is he alright?” he snapped in a hoarse voice at the two strangers. He could see the soft blue fabric that caressed the boy's arm soaking in the blood, the threads slowly changing color.
“I’m terribly-”
“Jimin! Oh my god Jimin! This can’t be happening. This can’t be fucking happening.” a shrill voice erupted and tore through the crowd.
“No baby no. You can’t leave us like this, Jimin please! Say something! You can't leave Tae like this. I turn around for one fucking minute and-” the voice continued to tremble and sob, creating quite a racket amongst the crowd as this man yelled at people around him to call an ambulance even when he knew it was already too late.
Yoongi’s mind went completely blank after he heard the word. That one particular name.
“Jimin" he whispered to himself.
It… it couldn’t be his… Jimin… right..?
Right about then, a heavy breeze carried with it a small piece of paper from the middle of the crowd without anyone’s notice. It softly landed right in front of Yoongi’s feet. With shivering hands, he bent down to pick it up, all the while biting down on the pain that called out to him from different parts of the body.
Embossed in bright gold was his own name, with the date of the that day under it.
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