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Jimin needed a day like this, just him in a meadow. Lately, he feels really sad in the city, in his quiet apartment, with his friends who can’t meet him daily like they used to. It’s making him feel down, the way he is happy always for others, never for himself. He wants to smile the way he smiles at his friends while looking at his reflection in the mirror.
Life is changing for his friends, but it is the same for him. He is the same old Jimin, with his old job and his old, empty apartment. He used to have Taehyung with him but then his best friend met his soulmate, Jungkook. Meeting the younger made him realize many things about all the ways he is behind. He hates pitying himself but it’s hard when he feels like everyone is a million steps ahead of him.
When will he meet his soulmate? Where are they?
He keeps wondering as he makes his way through the tall grass, deeper into the forest. Driving here from Seoul took him a long time but it’s the only place he could think of in the last couple days.
The sun is rising to its highest point as he eventually places his old blanket in a small meadow. The second he finally lays down, looking at the clear, blue sky and the full, green branches of the trees that wave from above, he feels content. Yes, this will help.
Jimin pulls out his phone to make sure the weather isn’t changing and gets up to pick up some flowers. He always loves to bring some life into his space and since flowers in florists are priced like gold, he picks flowers himself. It’s not something he does often, he feels bad to pick the flowers at a park since there are just a few of them. He wouldn’t have the heart to take away such a beautiful thing just for himself.
Slowly, he makes his way deeper into the forest, spotting a wild tulip growing under a tree. The time for them is usually earlier and Jimin can’t bring himself to pluck it. Instead, he caresses the weak red, almost orange petal.
“You’re pretty.”
It’s silly to talk to flowers like they could hear him but he still does it. Sometimes he would tell flowers about his day, his worries or a story he suddenly remembers but today he just wants to tell them how good they look.
He ends up picking mainly daisies since he likes the way they look in his apartment. Not wanting for the flowers to die without water, he puts them in a bag filled with water. It’s a life hack he saw on Instagram, the only one that actually works.
With a deep sigh, he lies down to look for clouds, wanting to keep his mind away from his life. At first, he can’t make any shapes out of the fluffy clouds passing by, his thoughts running away without a stop. Finally, after some deep breathes his brain calms down, his focus only on the sky. Slowly, the clouds start to change shapes, each one more prominent on the blue canvas.
Jimin turns his head to the side when his eyes start to feel sore, picking a small daisy that’s growing close to the blanket. He sits up, having to blink rapidly a couple of time after looking at the bright colors for so long. To keep himself distracted, he starts counting petals on the small flower.
An irritated whine leaves his mouth when he loses count yet again, the small petals starting to play with his brain when he isn’t sure if he has counted the one he is touching or if he should count it now. He starts counting from the beginning.
“One, two, three-”
Jimin stops, distracted by a light tug on his left pinky. He looks at his hand, his eyes furrowed, not sure if he really felt something. When nothing happens for a long moment he shrugs, going back to fighting with the petals.
“One, two-”
This time he is sure he just felt something. He looks at his hand, moving his fingers, checking for any weird sensations.
“Am I low on vitamins?” He asks himself, tightening and untightening his fist.
Before he can go back to his task there is a light pulsing in his pinky that feels weirdly like a heartbeat. The weird feeling scares him, making him shake his hand and massage his finger, his heart hammering in his ribcage.
“What is it?” He asks himself in an annoyed tone. “A spasm?”
The feeling isn’t going away no matter what Jimin does and frankly, he is becoming more and more scared. The feeling stops for a moment but then it’s back, a little bit harder, the weird pulsing almost speeding, and then it’s weaker again. When the feeling goes away Jimin feels sad instead of relieved, his heart slowing down immediately.
To say that Jimin feels uneasy would be an understatement. If there is one thing Jimin hates it’s a lack of control and that is what he feels now. He doesn’t understand why his body feels more joyful when the weird feeling becomes stronger. It’s scary. His hands are shaking, different diseases popping up in his mind.
Suddenly, his mind shuts off his internal diagnostics when something shines on the edge of the forest, coming from the way of the road. Jimin squints his eyes, trying to see the moving shape better and then he can see it. He can see a delicate gossamer flying softly in the air, shining when it flies into the sunlight peeking through trees.
Jimin can’t seem to look away from the gossamer, feeling weirdly hypnotized. He lifts his brows in shock when he realizes that the thin string is quite long and seems to be moving towards him, not sticking to anything it meets on its way. Still, he can feel his finger pulsing, stronger than before.
Before he can decide if he should do something, the floating string becomes closer and closer until it makes it to his left hand that he is still holding up with his other hand. All Jimin can move are his eyes that follow every move of the string as it starts to wrap himself around his pinky. His body suddenly comes back to life when there is a tug on his finger, this time more firm. This time he knows where it is coming from.
Jimin always thought gossamers were delicate and easy to break, but this one, he thinks, would be able to pull him to his feet if he didn’t obey. It won’t be necessary as Jimin feels the need, the urge, to stand up and run to wherever it wants him to go. Something is calling him, something he really needs right now. His heart is beating loudly, making it impossible for Jimin to hear the outside world anymore.
Without much thought, he gets to his feet and makes his way, the gossamer always before him. One more tug and Jimin starts running, not caring about his breath, feeling like he won’t be able to survive one more second without being where he should be.
Somewhere in the back in his mind, Jimin remembers all of those stories his friends told him about the feeling, the feeling that lead them to each other. He never believed that magical power people and books always gush about. In his mind, it was more of compatibility than a mysterious power pushing people.
There is a burning in Jimin’s lungs when he runs past his car and across the empty dirt road, his eyes continuing to wander around, looking for something or somebody. He can feel that it’s almost the finish line, he knows he is close to whatever there might be.
His whole body is buzzing with excitement and Jimin never wants it to stop, it feels addicting. He can’t stop, even though there’s a huge, dense bush just ahead of him. Before he runs straight into it, however, somebody runs out of it, colliding with Jimin, his body wrapping around the person immediately.
He can’t feel his legs or his lungs but he feels two hearts beating harshly and he can hear himself panting for air. He doesn’t feel the way their bodies hit the ground, the happiness taking over as he starts laughing, still gasping for air.
The stranger rolls them so Jimin is on top of him, giving him a chance to breathe. He can feel his hands wandering around, trying to hug more of Jimin, to bring him closer.
“You are here.” Jimin says quietly, moving up a little to look at his soulmate with a beaming smile.
The huge, gummy smile he sees and the delicate face, tinted pink, makes his heart stutter. He is beautiful, every inch of him is mesmerizing. Jimin tries to remember everything about his soulmate’s face, feeling his eyes looking at him the same way.
“I am here.” He whispers in a voice deeper than expected.
They smile at each other, millimeters apart, happiness overflowing their whole bodies.
“My name is Yoongi, and yours?” Yoongi says, once Jimin slowly starts to get up from him.
He reaches his hand, to help Yoongi get up. “Jimin.”
They both stand up, looking at each other with big smiles, faces growing red once again, this time from shyness. Jimin can’t stop thinking about all the ways he finds Yoongi beautiful and he hasn’t even been looking at him for a long time.
“I’m glad to finally meet you.” Yoongi says, in a soft tone.
Jimin wants to hide his face, feeling the need to scream with happiness. “I have been waiting for you,” he says back with a huge smile.
When they are finally done staring at each other, the sun has started to go down. They move only when mosquitos start attacking them.
“I have my car parked there.” Jimin gestures in the vague direction where he ran from.
Yoongi nods. “I have a camera right there.” He points at the direction where he came from before saying, “But my brain decided to drop it and run.”
Jimin grimaces. “Let’s go and see, then we can go and eat something.”
Yoongi takes his hand like it’s a thing they’ve done for years and leads Jimin through bushes and grasses. The camera is surprisingly in good condition, laying in the grass.
“Ah, good I have you,” Yoongi says, checking if everything works. “I already can’t live without you.”
They both laugh but there is a lot of truth to it. They already can’t imagine a day without each other.
Jimin moves out of his gloomy apartment three months after they met. Before he thought people were annoying when constantly telling how they met their soulmate. Now he joins in each and every conversation, ready to tell how destiny was sick of them being so close yet so far and, made them run for each other.
Because the world had enough with them studying at the same University, having friends in common, doing shopping at the same store and eating at the same restaurants. They needed a push or something more like a pull. For all of these years, they were one moment away from each other, almost passing each other on the streets and yet they never met.
What a surprise it was for them to find this out, to slowly understand that they were waiting for years, dreaming about a day they would meet their soulmate, thinking their person is far away. They were almost as surprised as their friends when they came to a hang out together, eager to tell them their own crazy story.
Jimin just wanted to take a break, to breathe fresh air, not even dreaming about meeting his soulmate anytime soon. Yoongi quickly became his quiet forest in the summer, always giving him the power to go through his struggles. Coming back home is always like colliding for the first time, the feeling never goes away.
And of course it’s not always okay, sometimes they get mad, sometimes they don’t understand what the other means or wants. There are days where they don’t talk, weeks where they don’t laugh. But they have each other through it all and they can’t imagine living without this love.