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The universe works in mysterious ways, that is a known fact.
In this particular universe, things went a bit like this... The day you turn 18, a mark appears on your body. It can be in any shape or design and it’s different to every individual. However, that particular mark is irrelevant until you’re in contact with your soulmate.
It’s said that, when your soulmate presses on your soul mark, it turns golden and a bond is formed between you two.
You won’t know someone is your soulmate unless they touch your mark, so that’s a bit awkward, since sometimes the marks are in weird places. Jungkook doesn’t have that problem, though. His mark, a black heart, is on his right hand. That makes it easy for him to find his soulmate, if he happens to stumble upon them.
Nonetheless, Jungkook isn’t wasting away his life waiting for his soulmate to suddenly appear. Jungkook is not depriving himself of love, attraction or affection in the meanwhile. Because yes, you can still love and fuck whoever you want to, even if most people don’t agree with that.
So that’s how he finds himself where he is right now. Friday night, big college party at one of his friend’s house, completely trashed. Sweaty bodies around his, rolling their hips to the beat of the loud music against his own. He can’t say for sure but there’s lips on his neck and a body pressed against his back and yes, that’s definitely an ass grinding against his crotch. It feels good. He feels wanted and hot and relaxed, so he enjoys the moment.
A few minutes later, Jungkook starts to feel too hot, so he excuses himself from the nameless faces and goes to get another drink from the kitchen. There, he finds Jimin and Hoseok with a couple more people he doesn’t recognize, laughing loudly. Jimin spots him first.
“Jungkookie!” The shortest boy says, voice too slow and hoarse, with a big smile on his face. His arms extend as he signals for a hug. “Come here, I missed you. Where have you been?” So Jungkook closes the distance between them and lets himself be engulfed by Jimin’s embrace. The older ruffles his hair and Jungkook rolls his eyes at the habitual gesture.
“Was dancing.” Jungkook shrugs. This makes Jimin laugh.
“Oh, so you were fucking on the dance floor, get it.” Jimin says with a hint of laughter still in his voice and Jungkook hits him in the arm, causing him to let go. “What? Did I lie?” The blonde wiggles his eyebrows and Jungkook is seriously about to hit him again when Hoseok shows up next to them, smile too bright.
“Are you lying again, Jiminie? We all know you were sucking someone’s dick back there, stop denying.” And with that the group of people around them starts laughing while Jimin turns red and hides his face on Jungkook’s neck. Hoseok winks at Jungkook as in “you’re welcome, i just saved your ass from more teasing”. Jungkook smiles at him briefly. “Jungkookie, meet my friends from the studio!” He claps his hands and Jungkook turns toward the group. There’s four guys looking at him. One he has seen before hanging around with Jimin at college and Jungkook is sure his name is Taehyung.
“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” He raises his hand in what was supposed to a cool wave but it’s just awkward.
“Hello! I’m Taehyung. I know all about you, Jimin never shuts up about ‘his baby’ so I already consider you my friend.” Taehyung basically yells as he jumps from his place to hug Jungkook too tightly. Yeah, Jungkook can see why Jimin likes him. “These are my friends, Namjoon, Seokjin and Yoongi.” He says as he points to each of them and they smile at him in acknowledgment. “They’re all our hyungs, by the way.” Taehyung whispers in his ear and then rolls his eyes fondly.
“Let’s do body shots!” Hoseok yells behind him and the room erupts in screams and clapping noises. Jungkook watches how Taehyung and Jimin start jumping in excitement, asking to be the first ones. Namjoon and Seokjin look a bit hesitant but Hoseok grabs them and that seems to be enough to convince them.
The dancer tries to convince Jungkook to join too but that’s not gonna happen. “I’m fine, really. I’ll just watch from here, you go.” He insists and Hoseok finally turns to look at the friend that is left.
“Yoongi?” Hoseok tries his best puppy eyes, batting his eyelashes.
“Yeah, fuck off.” Yoongi simply mutters and continues sipping on his drink. Hoseok‘s shoulders drop but he turns around and leaves to join the rest of the group.
When Jungkook looks at the counter behind Hoseok, Taehyung is already laying down, shirtless and with a very happy Jimin licking his skin. Jungkook adverts his gaze from the pair and looks at Yoongi beside him. To this surprise, Yoongi is already looking at him, deep and intense. “Yeah?” Jungkook tries, unsure of what’s on his face to receive such look.
“Nothing, kid. Just admiring.” He says, short and casual.
“What?” Jungkook can’t possible have heard that right. Admiring him? Why would he?
“What what? Isn’t that what people do when they think someone is hot?” Oh. So he was straightforward.
“Oh, thanks. Keep... admiring then, I guess.” Jungkook manages to say and he immediately regrets. What even went on inside his brain. Of course, Yoongi laughs at that, but Jungkook doesn’t even mind. The older’s laugh sounded absolutely beautiful.
“Thanks for the permission.” Yoongi chuckles. “I was thinking I could do more than admire, though?” He says, voice suddenly way deeper and Jungkook shivers under his gaze.
“I don’t think I follow.” Jungkook manages not to stutter, even though his brain feels like mush right now.
Yoongi turns his whole body towards Jungkook, getting a bit closer. The older is shorter, so he has to look up to keep on staring into Jungkook’s eyes. “What I mean is...” He says softly, raising his hand slowly and touching Jungkook’s chest with the tip of his fingers. The taller doesn’t know where to look: his eyes, his lips or his fingers on his own chest. He decides all of the above. “I would like to admire more closely now?” Yoongi’s fingers start to trail their way up Jungkook’s chest. “If you’d like that too, of course.”
Jungkook’s breath gets stuck on his throat and he gasps. “Yeah...” He gently grabs Yoongi’s wrist, bringing him closer. “I’d really like that.” Jungkook whispers against Yoongi’s lips.
“Jungkookie, you’re next and I don’t wanna hear any complaints!” A voice suddenly reverberates through the room and Yoongi huffs, obviously annoyed at the interruption. Jungkook turns to the source of the sound and finds Jimin with a bottle of tequila on one hand and a lemon slice on the other hand. “Let’s go, let me drink from your delicious abs, baby.” Jimin keeps on yelling and Jungkook just sighs, looking briefly at Yoongi.
“I’ll be back.” Jungkook promises and Yoongi nods shortly.
Five body shots later he feels like his skin is gonna fall off and he is slightly disgusted at the amount of tongues that were close to him but he is also a lot more drunk, so that makes it more bearable. As he stumbles away from the counter and doesn’t find Yoongi where he was before, he feels somewhat disappointed. I mean, why would the other guy wait eternally for him when he could certainly find someone hot to make out with easily? Yeah, that’s probably what happened.
He tries, but he doesn’t find Yoongi for the rest of the night, or at least he doesn’t remember doing so.
When he wakes up the next day, it’s against a familiar chest. It’s not the first time he has shared a bed with Jimin and he enjoys it, it’s cozy and comfortable. However, he’s not used to being squished between two bodies like he is right now. Jungkook disentangles himself from Jimin’s grip and turns around to find the other body on the bed. Oh? How did Yoongi end up here with him? Before Jungkook could do anything, Jimin starts moving beside him.
“Need to pee. Goodnight.” Jimin mumbles and gets up from the bed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. Jungkook stares at the door for a while trying to process what the hell Jimin was on about and why the hell is Yoongi sleeping next to him. When he looks at Yoongi again, the man has his eyes opened and staring right at him.
“Oh. Good morning?” Jungkook says, still confused as to how they got here.
“Hey.” Yoongi whispers.
“Hm... How did we get here?” Jungkook asks, laying on his side, facing the older boy. “I tried to find you last night.”
“I got sleepy so I came to take a nap. I just woke up with you suffocating me, you must know better than me how you got here.” Yoongi says teasingly.
“I don’t... I don’t remember much.” Jungkook admits, face flushing a bit.
“Do you remember being attracted to me or was it the alcohol talking?” Yoongi asks, turning on his side too, getting closer to Jungkook. Jungkook inhales sharply.
“Definitely not the alcohol.” Might as well just say it, right?
However, despite the hot atmosphere between them, things don’t seem to happen. They talk and talk for what seems like hours. Jungkook learns that Yoongi is a music major, he spends most of his time in the studio composing his own music, which he is very passionate about, has a dog that he cuddles with every night and once he dyed his hair half blonde half black. Yoongi learns that Jungkook is a photography major but he loves dancing and singing and all kinds of performance art, that he also draws and has some tattoos. And that’s how Jungkook ends up showing them to Yoongi.
“This one is from last semester.” Jungkook points at the geometrical wolf on his upper arm. “Was having a bit of an obsession with geometry.” He laughs and Yoongi chuckles along.
“What about this one?” Yoongi points at the heart on his hand.
“Ah well, that’s my soul mark.” Jungkook shrugs.
“Mine is a fucking triangle, I wish I had a heart.” Yoongi rolls up his sleeve and shows the triangle that sits on his inner elbow. “Yours is so cool.” The older says, eyes fixed on the mark. And then his fingers slide against Jungkook’s wrist and he presses on the heart. Jungkook doesn’t think much of it when he sees the movement, since a lot of people have touched his tattoos and mark, but this time something shifts. His skin starts to burn and his heart clutches against his chest and for a second he can’t breathe. He can’t breathe because his mark turns golden in front of his eyes and he doesn’t believe it. He watches the colors change and he still can’t believe it.
“Holy fuck.” Yoongi says and Jungkook finally manages to look away from his hand. Yoongi is staring at his mark with wide eyes, mouth open and he’s still pressing on it. Feeling the soft burn against the tip of his finger. Then he looks up and catches Jungkook’s gaze. “Touch mine.” He whispers and Jungkook can’t move. “Please, touch mine.” He begs and Jungkook allows himself to move from his trance.
When his fingers reach Yoongi’s arm, he’s shaking so hard he doesn’t think he can do it. That’s when Yoongi grabs his hand gently and guides him to his own mark. When he touches the small triangle on the older’s skin, he feels the burning on his fingertip and Yoongi gasps as the mark turns golden, matching his own. “Fuck, Jungkook.” Yoongi spits out, a little breathless.
“I don’t know what to say about this, oh my god.” Jungkook is panicking now. If he could, he would be pacing around the room and mumbling to himself ‘what should I do’, but Yoongi is still holding his hand.
“We can talk about this later.” Yoongi gets closer, once again. “Can you, please, just kiss me already?” Jungkook feels the older’s breathe against his lips.
“Yeah.” Jungkook gulps. “Yeah, I can definitely do that.” And he closes the small distance between them. Their lips touch and it’s soft and gentle and Yoongi lets out what sounds like a moan and Jungkook knows. Jungkook feels it too. He never felt like this kissing anyone ever. Never felt this full, complete. Never felt this affected and full filled. Never felt this happy.
Yoongi pressed on the heart and Jungkook was never the same.
Yoongi pressed on the heart and Jungkook allowed it.
Yoongi pressed on the heart and made himself a home there and Jungkook welcomed him inside.