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Fingertips traced the lines of Jungkook’s chest, feather-light against his skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. He could feel a body pressed against his back, soft lips leaving kisses across his shoulder.
Though he couldn’t see who it was, he knew.
“Jungkook-ah,” even just the sound of his voice had Jungkook melting, his muscles relaxing. Spoken softly, breathlessly, in between slow kisses to his skin.
Tipping his head back, Jungkook’s head rested on the other man’s shoulder, his hand lifting to the touch against his chest, threading their fingers together.
“Hyung,” he whispered, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel the name on his tongue. “Yoongi-hyung.”
He needed to feel it, because dreams were the only way he could.
Slowly, Jungkook’s eyes opened to the white, morning light shining between his curtains and his phone buzzing next to him. He considered ignoring his alarm and going back to sleep, back to his dreams, but eventually, he dragged himself out of bed. It was his day off and he’d agreed to have lunch with his friends, so he’d feel a bit bad bailing on them.
But if he went, that would mean he’d have to see Yoongi, which wasn’t completely bad. It just meant he’d also have to see Yoongi’s newly found soulmate.
For years, Jungkook had been hoping, praying, that one day, he’d touch Yoongi’s hand and suddenly, colour would fade into the world around him. That for the past six years, fate had just been playing a trick on him, that Yoongi really was his soulmate. But all of that had just been wishful thinking, nothing more than a dream.
It had only been a week since Yoongi had found his soulmate, Namjoon. They’d met while Yoongi had been picking up a textbook from the local bookstore. Namjoon had been working and when he handed Yoongi his book, their hands touched and—
Jungkook sighed, head hung low. Why couldn’t it be him? Why was it some random book store worker?
He couldn’t even bring himself to be mad. Namjoon sounded like an amazing person, someone that Jungkook could get along with, if not for the fact that he was the soulmate of Jungkook’s best friend and longtime crush.
Yoongi had been trying for the past week to get Jungkook to meet Namjoon, completely unaware of his friend’s feelings for him, and for the past week, Jungkook had made up excuse after excuse as to why he couldn’t make it. School, work, anything and everything. But eventually, he let it slip that he had a day off, so he couldn’t quite miss it.
“Jungkookie!” A voice, far too loud for the quiet café, rang through the air the moment Jungkook stepped inside. Hoseok was waving to him, a wide smile spread over his lips, ignoring Jimin pulling at his sleeve, telling him to sit down.
“I swear, one of these days we’re gonna get kicked out,” Jungkook could hear Jimin saying as he walked over. Despite his words, Jimin was still smiling, his fingers tracing over Hoseok’s arm.
“They wouldn’t do that,” Taehyung smiled from next to Jimin, his arm tightening around his soulmates waist. “Not with how much the owner eyes you up.”
Faking a gag, Jimin tried to squirm closer to Hoseok, though hold on his waist was too strong.
“TaeTae is bullying me again,” he whined, practically crawling into Hoseok’s lap to get away from Taehyung, though the older man only laughed, moving closer so Jimin was crushed between his two soulmates, the three of them dissolving into a fit of giggles.
“Jungkook-ah,” the same voice from his dreams spoke up, drawing his attention over immediately. Yoongi’s lips were stretched into a smile as he stood, stepping over to Jungkook. “I’m glad you made it.”
His arms slipped around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him into a hug and for a moment, Jungkook could close his eyes and imagine that the world coloured around him, but once he opened them, all he could see was shades of grey.
“Yeah, sorry I’ve been busy,” he held back the hint of disappointment in his voice as he stepped back. He shouldn’t get his hopes up anymore, not while Yoongi had a soulmate, one that was sitting right there.
“That’s okay, as long as you’re here now.” Turning around, Yoongi held his hand out to the mad he’d been sitting next to, a new face in their group. “This is Namjoon.”
He looked kind, a friendly, dimpled smile spread over his lips, as he waved at Jungkook. Honestly, he seemed exactly like someone Yoongi would fall for.
“It’s really nice to finally meet you,” Namjoon greeted, shifting over to make room for both Yoongi and Jungkook in the booth. “Yoongi has talked a lot about you.”
His heart shouldn’t pound that hard when he was hearing those words from Yoongi’s soulmate. They’d been friends for years, of course Yoongi would talk about him.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Jungkook murmured, bowing his head politely.
Throughout their get together, Jungkook barely spoke. He couldn’t really bring himself to as he listened to Namjoon speak, talking about the music he was working on, tales from his job at the bookstore, and of course, Yoongi. He spoke about Yoongi like he’d known him for years, not just a week.
There were a few times Jungkook considered leaving, feeling very lonely in the group of soulmates. For the first time, he wasn’t even that bothered by Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok practically feeling each other up across from him. This time, all he could focus on was Yoongi’s fingers linked with Namjoon’s under the table. The way Yoongi played with the rings on Namjoon’s hand, leaning against his shoulder heavily.
It could have been him. Should have been, if fate wasn’t such a piece of shit.
From : Yoongi-hyung💞
im really glad you came today
i hope you and joonie get to know each other better
[Received : 1:47pm]
Jungkook stared at the messages on his way home, a frown pulling behind his mask. Joonie. They were already at the nicknames?
Of course they are. They’re soulmates.
Tucking his phone back into his pocket, Jungkook left the message for later, unable to bring himself to answer. He could deal with it in a bit, once he was back at his apartment. He wasn’t about to sulk while—
Ding.
Jungkook’s feet stopped, shoes scraping against the sidewalk. A gust of wind blew through his hair, someone passing by in front of him.
Ding.
“Ma’am, you forgot your purse!” Someone else jogged past him and this time, he let his gaze follow. He stared at the grey figures in front of him, a woman apologizing profusely to the man in front of her.
Breath caught in his throat, Jungkook could only watch, his eyes remaining on the broad man in front of him, his pale hair blown away from his forehead. How could someone look so ethereal while doing literally nothing? He was only handing the bag back to the woman, smiling politely, yet Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes away.
Could he be…?
The man turned away, returning back to the shop he’d come from, completely unaware of Jungkook less than two meters away.
Ding.
The sound rang the moment the door was opened, echoing in Jungkook’s mind, pulling him in. He stared at the name painted across the door, in beautiful cursive. Epiphany.
Unsure of what the shop really was, Jungkook couldn’t find himself to care. There must have been a reason the man had caught his attention. He’d heard bells, there was no way it wasn’t him. His soulmate.
Stepping through the door to the shop, Jungkook heard the bell ring once again, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Be right out!” A voice called from the back and Jungkook’s head felt light, like the whole room was spinning around him. Trying his best to distract himself, he let his eyes wander around the room, at the clean, modern design, but one thing kept catching his eyes.
Soulmate. That word was everywhere, scrawled across the wall, on business cards, brochures, everything.
“Hi there, sorry for the wait!” His attention was pulled to the man stepping out from the backroom, a smile spread over his lips. Just as he had a few moments earlier, the man stole the breath right from Jungkook’s lungs. “What can I help you with today?”
Oh no. Jungkook couldn’t find his words, couldn’t get a single sound out. He tried looking around, tried to find something to say, an excuse as to why he was there. His eyes fell to the brochures again, trying to process any of the words on it other than Soulmate.
“Were you wanting to know our matchmaking prices?” The man was still smiling just as politely, grabbing one of the brochures from the counter. “I get it, asking for help to find your soulmate isn’t… it’s not as romantic as everyone wants it to be. But finding your soulmate is difficult and I wanna do whatever I can to help.”
Matchmaking. Soulmates. Letting his eyes fall to the list of prices in front of him, Jungkook finally realized where he was. A Soulmate Matchmaker.
That didn’t sound so bad.
But what if the man in front of him was his soulmate? That must be why he was feeling a pull to him.
“Do you have a soulmate?” Jungkook finally found it in himself to say something, though his words were quiet, barely above a whisper.
“Everyone has at least one soulmate.” Something in the man’s eyes shifted, a hint of sadness to them. “My soulmate is no longer here, unfortunately, but that’s why I’d like to help others to find theirs.”
Jungkook’s heart sunk, both for the man as well as his hopes that perhaps they could have been soulmates. The man behind the counter didn’t seem much older than Jungkook, so to lose his soulmate so young must have been difficult.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jungkook murmured, hands pushed into the pockets of his sweater. He didn’t lift his eyes from the pricing list, reading it but not taking any of it in.
He began to wonder why he’d been drawn to the man, why he’d felt the pull to come into his business. Maybe he was meant to be there, meant to find his soulmate through the matchmaking. That was it.
“Sorry, can we go over the prices?” Jungkook asked, breaking the silence between them. He wasn’t too interested as he listened, more focused on the hands that pointed to all the numbers. There was no way this man wasn’t meant to be his soulmate. Not with how he was making Jungkook feel.
“The, uh, third one,” Jungkook pointed to the third one on the list, his hand so close to the strangers, but not close enough to touch. If he only shifted his hand—
“Six matches?” Pulling his hand away from the paper, the man began to type on his laptop, humming softly to himself. “So for that option, you’d answer all of our questions, we’d run your results and find the top six matches in our system. It’s a hundred thousand won for that one, and you can renew it if you don’t find anyone in those six options.”
Without thinking, Jungkook nodded, not thinking about how much he’d be spending on a service he wasn’t sure he really needed. But he couldn’t help but agree with everything the man was saying, not wanting the conversation to end.
“Okay, perfect! Let’s head back to my office and we can start the survey!” Stepping around the counter, the man walked to the front door, locking it and flipping the sign in the door to “With a Client! Be Back Soon!” . “I’m Kim Seokjin, by the way. It’s very nice to meet you…” He paused, glancing over at Jungkook, waiting for his name.
“Jeon Jungkook.” He had trouble even getting his own name out, nervously following behind Seokjin to his office.
“You look young, Jungkook-ssi. Is there any particular reason you decided to turn to matchmaking?” Seokjin asked, closing the door behind Jungkook as he stepped into the cozy office, settling himself in one of the chairs across from the desk.
“I need to find my soulmate,” was Jungkook’s first answer, until he realized how vague that was, especially said to a matchmaker. Though the answer did seem to get a laugh from Seokjin as he sat down at his computer. “Uh, I have feelings for someone who isn’t my soulmate, so I think this is my best option.”
There was a pause, Seokjin’s fingers hovering above the keys for a moment before he removed them entirely from the keyboard.
“Jungkook-ssi,” Seokjin spoke slowly, turning his chair until he could look at Jungkook properly. “There is nothing wrong with being with someone who is not your soulmate. Some people’s soulmates aren’t meant to be their lover, and some people lose their soulmates but still look for a partner.”
“I know,” he murmured, rubbing his hands against his thighs, his palms already getting sweaty from the questioning. “But the person I have feelings for has their soulmate. He doesn’t feel the same.”
A small ah left Seokjin’s lips, pity filling his eyes as he turned back to his computer. Jungkook figured he didn’t have to mention that he’d come in because he’d been drawn to Seokjin. That would have made things a bit weird.
“Things like that happen. Sometimes, fate has its plans and sometimes, it likes to…” Pausing, Seokjin tried to think of the best phrasing, so Jungkook decided to help.
“Fuck with us. Fate likes to fuck some of us over,” he supplied, earning himself another sharp laugh from Seokjin, a wide smile spread over his lips.
“Exactly. I couldn’t have said it better myself, Jungkook-ssi.”
Seokjin was easy to talk to. As they went through the questions, Jungkook relaxed fairly quickly, his answers coming easier with every passing second. He felt calm, though his heart still lept every time he got Seokjin to laugh.
“So we’ll review your answers and once we find your best match, I’ll be contacting you to set up a meeting. If they aren’t your soulmate, we’ll move onto the next match and so on,” Seokjin explained, laying out the Terms and Agreements on the desk between them. “If you find your soulmate before the end of the list, you’ll be reimbursed for a portion of the matchmaking fee. If you don’t find them before the end of the list, you have the option to renew or cancel. If you cancel before the end of the list, there’s a cancellation fee.”
“That’s a lot of rules to find my soulmate,” Jungkook smiled as he signed the line at the bottom of the form. A smile bubbled from Seokjin’s lips as he took the pen back, his fingers just narrowly missing Jungkook’s, though just the proximity had his heart skyrocketing.
“Well, I’ve gotta get paid for my work.” After signing the line under Jungkook’s, Seokjin rolled his chair to a filing cabinet, slipping the form into one of the folders. “Regardless, you don’t seem like a rule breaker, Jungkook-ssi.”
“I fell for someone who’s not my soulmate. I think I’m quite the rule breaker,” Jungkook smiled, leaning back in his chair as he watched Seokjin move back to his computer. It was incredible how easily Jungkook said those words, like he hadn’t been hiding his feelings for six years. Seokjin was one of, if not the only, person he’d told, so to say it so easily was strange.
“Ah, yes, how could I forget,” Seokjin pulled another form from his desk, laying it in front of Jungkook. “Well, Rule Breaker. I’ll get you to fill out your contact information so we can help you get over your non-soulmate.”
Jungkook’s pen paused over the form, a frown pulling at his lips. Get over him? That was the first time those words had been used. Getting over Yoongi? After six years, was that possible?
“Jungkook-ssi? Is everything okay?” Seokjin’s voice cut into his thoughts, drawing his attention away from the paper. Maybe he saw something in Jungkook’s eyes, or maybe Jungkook was just that obvious, but after a moment, Seokjin leaned on the desk, his own smile falling. “I understand moving on from someone can be hard. Finding your soulmate won’t even guarantee that you’ll move on, at least not immediately, but it’ll be a start.”
It took a second before Jungkook nodded, knowing Seokjin was right.
Six years was a long time to hold onto a dream. It was time to let go.
Lowering his pen to the paper, he began filling out every detail needed and with every stroke of the ink, he felt like he was finally loosening his grip on his dreams of Yoongi. Though he knew he couldn’t completely move on from what he felt for Yoongi, he could at least let go.
With all the forms and questions finished, Jungkook paid, mourning his poor bank account, knowing he should have spent that money on groceries, but he could wait another week. He had enough ramen to last him until payday.
“Well, Jungkook-ssi, I hope I’ll be contacting you soon to set up a meeting,” Seokjin smiled, standing from his desk. Standing as well, Jungkook took the copies of all of his forms that Seokjin had laid out on the desk.
“I hope that I’ll see you again soon, Seokjin-ssi.” Once all the papers were gathered, Jungkook lifted his gaze and froze completely.
He stared at the hand outstretched to him, waiting for him to shake it. There was his opportunity, laid out on a silver platter. It was his chance to know without seeming suspicious.
The blood roared in his ears, his heart pounding against his ribs as he lifted a hand, everything feeling like it was moving in slow motion. I could only imagine what the world with colour looked like, something other than the grey, black and white around him.
Slipping his hand into Seokjin’s, he sucked in a sharp breath, blinking a few times to make sure he was seeing properly.
Everything was the same, the dull greyscale he was used to.
It was too good to be true. There was no way someone like Seokjin would be his soulmate.
Besides, Seokjin said he’d had a soulmate already.
He’d been stupid to get his hopes up.
To : Yoongi-hyung💞
im gonna try to find my soulmate
[Sent : 3:02pm]
Jungkook stared at the message once it was sent, his grip tightening on the agreement forms in his hand. He hadn’t even sent the message to let Yoongi know, he’d sent it so he could let himself say it to someone that wasn’t a complete stranger at a matchmaking business. Saying it to Yoongi made it feel more real.
His phone buzzed incessantly in his pocket, most likely a wall of messages from Yoongi, but he ignored it as he walked home, away from Epiphany.
Maybe the reason he’d felt the pull to Seokjin had been because that was his only way to find his soulmate. Matchmaking must be the only option.
He began to wonder, was his soulmate not from Korea? Or maybe just from a different city? If they weren’t from Seoul, would they ask him to leave his friends behind to be with them?
He wouldn’t do it. If having a soulmate meant leaving the life he’d made for himself, he didn’t want a soulmate. He’d made it 23 years without one, he could go the rest of his life.
“Jungkookie,” a voice whispered softly against his lips, drawing him in for another heated kiss before speaking again. “I love you, Kookie.”
Grasping onto the waist of the man in front of him, Jungkook pulled him closer, wanting more. Needing more.
Jungkook broke the kiss to trail his down the soft skin of the man’s neck, leaving behind wet, open mouthed kisses.
“Y—“ a sharp gasp left his lips when he felt nails digging into his shoulders. “Yoongi…”
Even after going to the matchmaker, the dreams didn’t stop. He could still feel Yoongi’s skin under his hands every night, hear his voice calling his name.
He hoped after enough time had passed, Yoongi would stop entering his dreams.
“Hi, what can I get for you?” Jungkook asked before he’d even turned to look at the customer.
“Oh! Jungkook-ssi, it’s nice to see you again!” At those words, Jungkook’s head shot up to see Seokjin smiling at him from across the counter.
“Seokjin-sii, I didn’t know you came here!” Jungkook was sure he would have felt the pull earlier if Seokjin had been coming to the café.
“No, this is my first time. I was on my way to work and I just,” he paused, lips pushing out in the cutest pout as he thought. “I’m not sure, I just felt like I should come here.”
Jungkook tried his best to keep his heart at bay, though his eyes widened slightly. Could Seokjin feel it as well? Was there really something destined for them? Surely not, if they weren’t soulmates.
“Anyways,” Seokjin cut in, his lips stretching into another polite smile. “What do you like from here? I’ll get whatever you drink.”
At that point, Jungkook must have looked ridiculous with how warm his cheeks were, his heart unable to calm down. Seokjin knew all the right things to say to fluster Jungkook without even trying.
“I don’t drink coffee.” Jungkook murmured, disappointment seeping into his voice. Why didn’t he drink coffee? Should he start drinking coffee so Seokjin could take his recommendations? “But I heard the caramel macchiatos are good. It’s sweet, so maybe you would like that.”
“Because I’m sweet?” There was a playful sparkle in Seokjin’s eyes as he stared at Jungkook, making him want to melt, his heart hammering in his chest.
“No! I mean, yes, bu—“ Jungkook cut himself off, saving himself from further embarrassment as Seokjin laughed from across the counter.
“Well, Jungkook-ssi, I think I’ll get a caramel macchiato then.” Jungkook was glad that he finally ordered, as it gave him an excuse to leave the counter, cheeks burning as he prepared the drink.
“Jungkook-ah,” Taehyung's voice spoke up next to him as he snapped the lid onto the drink. “Why don’t you head for your break before it gets busy?”
Jungkook nodded, glancing back to see Seokjin settling himself on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. He could take the opportunity to maybe talk to Seokjin a bit more, in a non-business environment.
Picking up the cup, he made his way over to the couches, setting Seokjin’s drink down on the coffee table.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Now that he was asking, he felt nervous, his heart fluttering in his chest. But with a smile, Seokjin waved for him to sit down on the couch across from him.
“Seeing you two days in a row can’t be coincidence,” Seokjin hummed, picking up the steaming cup. “I think fate has a plan for us.”
There he went again, sending Jungkook’s heart into another frenzy.
“You think so?” Jungkook asked hesitantly, not wanting to press too much, but also needing to know if Seokjin was feeling the same draw to each other. “What kind of plan?”
All Seokjin did was shrug, taking a sip of his coffee, a soft hum leaving his lips.
There was a pause as Jungkook tried to muster up the courage to say what was on his mind, his foot bouncing quickly.
“We aren’t soulmates, though,” Jungkook finally choked out. “You had a soulmate and nothing happened when we shook hands.”
“That’s true, but fate doesn’t mean soulmates. I think we were meant to meet because I’ll help you find your soulmate,” Seokjin smiled, his fingers tapping the side of his cup gently. Jungkook followed the gesture, pressing his lips together.
“I hope so,” Jungkook murmured, pulling at a loose string on his sleeve. “I’m getting tired of being the single one in my friend group.”
He wasn’t even trying to make a joke, but Seokjin still laughed.
“I know how that feels.” Though Seokjin smiled, there was that same sadness behind his eyes that Jungkook had seen the day before.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, Jungkook-ssi. What do you want to know?” Setting down his cup, Seokjin focused all his attention on Jungkook.
“What is it like, seeing colour?” He’d asked the question before, to Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok, but he wondered if it was different for them, because they were three.
“It was nice while it lasted.” Jungkook’s heart sunk, his eyes dropping to his hands. Though Jungkook had read a lot about soulmates, particularly falling in love with someone who wasn’t your soulmate, he’d never read about what happened when someone lost their soulmate. He hadn’t realized their colour sight would disappear as well. “I met my soulmate at a young age and I really didn’t get to know him long. We met on our first day of kindergarten, barely even old enough to know what a soulmate was. While we were playing outside, he grabbed my hand and suddenly, everything was coloured. I can’t even explain how beautiful it was.”
Nostalgia filled Seokjin’s eyes as he stared at the cup on the table, not meeting Jungkook’s eyes.
“It was the first day of primary school and I was on my way to school when suddenly everything went back to grey. At first, I didn’t understand why, but learned very quickly what had happened. The brakes on his mother’s car failed and,” Seokjin fell silent, his lips pressed into a straight line. His eyes were glassy, tears threatening to fall as he relived that moment.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Jungkook whispered, unsure of what to really say or do. What could he do?
Sucking in a deep breath, Seokjin lifted his gaze back to Jungkook’s, the smile painting over his lips again.
“It was a long time ago, so I’ve had lots of time to come to terms with everything. God, it’s almost been 24 years already,” a laugh bubbled from his lips as he leaned back on the couch. Though he had that gentle smile spread over his lips, the sadness in his eyes wasn’t easily hidden. “But yes, that’s enough about me, Jungkook-ssi. Why don’t you tell me about you?”
“You already asked about me yesterday,” Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh, scratching at the side of his neck. “What more do you want to know?”
For a moment, Seokjin thought, reaching out to grab his coffee again. The survey Jungkook had done the day before had been over a hundred questions, so there wasn’t much he hadn’t already heard from Jungkook.
“You mentioned your friends a few times in your questions. Why don’t you tell me about them?” Seokjin finally suggested, taking a sip from his coffee. “Like the friends you’re in—”
“Don’t say that out loud!” Jungkook whisper-yelled, cutting him off as quickly as he could, glancing quickly over to the counter where Taehyung was talking happily with a customer.
“Is that him?” Seokjin asked, much quieter this time, his gaze following Jungkook’s. “He’s very attractive.”
“No, that’s not him,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. Jungkook loved talking about his friends, but doing it with someone who knew about his feelings for Yoongi was a bit different. But Seokjin wanted to hear about them, so he could start off easy. “That’s Taehyung. I met him a couple years ago when he moved to Seoul. I was on campus with Jimin-hyung, one of my friends from Busan, and they ran into each other, classic romantic movie style.” Jungkook laughed at the memory, feeling Taehyung’s eyes on him from the counter. He glanced over and gave a small smile, ignoring the look of confusion from his friend. “They ended up meeting their other soulmate, Hoseokie-hyung, at a nightclub last year.”
“Ah, a thruple.” Seokjin said it so casually, like that was a completely normal thing to call a relationship between three people. Jungkook even paused for a moment before snorting out a laugh.
“I’ll have to tell them that one. Hoseokie-hyung would love it.” That thought had Jungkook thinking about introducing Seokjin to his friends. Knowing his friends, they would love him, but they still barely knew each other. He didn’t even know if Seokjin wanted any relationship outside of a business one.
Right when Seokjin was about to speak again, Jungkook’s name was called from the counter, Taehyung smiling at him.
“Kookie, your break is done.” Taehyung glanced over at Seokjin for a moment, eyes sparkling. “You can talk to your friend later.”
Cheeks burning, Jungkook nodded, standing up from the couch.
“It was really nice talking to you again, Seokjin-ssi.”
“You can call me Hyung,” Seokjin laughed softly, standing as well. “I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other if fate has something planned.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, clicking through a few screens before holding it out to Jungkook.
He stared at the contact entry screen for a moment, heart pounding in his chest. Maybe Seokjin did think there was more outside of just the matchmaking.
Once Seokjin had his number and they had said their goodbyes, Jungkook was back behind the counter, Taehyung teasing him in hushed tones.
“So,” he smirked, leaning close to Jungkook. “Who’s your friend?”
“Seokjin-hyung. I met him yesterday,” Jungkook tried his best to clean the counters, trying to avoid Taehyung’s questions.
“You’re acting that comfortable around him after a day?” This only fueled the glint in Taehyung’s eyes. “Does Jungkookie have a crush?”
Even that got Jungkook’s heart pounding, his eyes flicking over to Seokjin, watching him leave the café. He was sipping happily on the coffee Jungkook had recommended, a smile on his lips.
“I don’t,” he paused, pressing his lips together as he watched Seokjin disappear from the window view. “I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening.”
The hands sliding over his thighs were familiar yet somehow, so unfamiliar at the same time. Like a stranger’s, but ones he’d felt before.
Jungkook’s breaths left his lips in small huffs, his grip tightening in the man’s hair with every glide of his lips. Kisses littered his thighs, occasional bites pulling small, wanton moans from his mouth.
“Hyung,” Jungkook whimpered, tipping his back, frustrated from the teasing.
“Say my name,” his voice commanded, but Jungkook couldn’t recognize it. It sounded like Yoongi, but something wasn’t quite right. It was like two voices layered over one another.
So instead, he just said it again. Hyung. That’s all he knew.
Jungkook’s phone was buzzing again, startling him awake. But it was his day off, so there was no reason he would have set an alarm.
Rubbing at his eyes, he reached for his phone, squinting against the sunlight pouring into his room to try and read the screen. When his eyes couldn’t focus on the name displayed, he settled for just answering the call.
“Hello?” He asked groggily, pulling his blanket back up to cover his face against the morning sun.
“Hello, Jungkook-ssi! It’s Seokjin!” Within seconds, Jungkook was wide awake, sitting up in his bed quickly. “It would seem fate won’t give us a day away from each other.” Even over the phone, Seokjin’s laugh had Jungkook’s stomach flipping. “I’ve called to tell you that we’ve found your first match.”
Jungkook should have been happy, finally having the chance to potentially meet his soulmate, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care much. Not when he was more focused on the fact that Seokjin had called him.
Distracted by Seokjin’s voice in his ear, Jungkook hadn’t even registered any of the conversation, agreeing blindly to whatever the older man said until the line disconnected and he was staring at his home screen. A message popped up from Seokjin, containing only a phone number. His best match, according to Seokjin.
For so long, Jungkook had dreamed of meeting his soulmate. He was a hopeless romantic, he couldn’t help it. He wanted that feeling of loving someone that he was fated to be with, his other half, like the missing piece of his puzzle.
Yet as he stared at the phone number, one that could belong to his soulmate, he considered ignoring it. He was caring less and less about who fate had planned for him, wondering if he even had someone destined for him. If so, why had he fallen for someone who wasn’t meant to be? Why had fate led him on? Why had he felt a pull to Seokjin when they weren’t destined? Why should he continue to blindly trust that fate knew best?
But eventually, he clicked the number.
His match, a man named Yohan, had been eager to meet. It seemed he’d been looking forward to meeting his soulmate and he was sure that Jungkook was it. He couldn’t bring himself to say he wasn’t as confident, so he agreed to meet that night.
As their date neared, Jungkook found himself getting anxious, even considered backing out a few times. To help calm himself as he got ready, he called Taehyung to distract himself.
“Where are you meeting?” His friend asked from over the phone, watching Jungkook do his makeup through the camera.
“We decided on that barbecue place that’s just by the café.” Jungkook tried to focus all his attention on his eyeliner, not wanting to think too much about the date, despite Taehyung’s flurry of questions.
“Want us to come down there just in case he’s a creep?” A laugh bubbled from Jungkook’s lips, pausing his eyeliner as to not screw it up.
“I think I should be okay,” Jungkook tried to answer, but Taehyung’s voice was already coming through the phone again.
“Hey, Min-ah! Hyung!” Glancing down at his phone, Jungkook saw Taehyung wandering away from his phone to lean out of the bedroom door. “Wanna go out for barbecue tonight? Okay, we’ll leave in about an hour!” Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at his friend’s antics, knowing he was doing it because he cared and wanted to make sure Jungkook was safe.
“You really don’t need to,” Jungkook smiled as Taehyung returned his phone.
“I’ve been promising a date night for a while so this is good,” Taehyung smiles, waving his hand dismissively. Jungkook wasn’t sure how true that was, but he wasn’t going to argue.
It seemed, however, that Taehyung coming along wasn’t necessary. Yohan wasn’t any sort of creep. In fact, he was very nice, polite and funny. But he also wasn’t Jungkook’s soulmate, and definitely not someone he felt drawn to.
Not like he had with Seokjin.
That was another issue with his date. The only thought on his mind was Seokjin. Wondering how well he would match with Seokjin, if he had taken that into consideration.
From : ✨Matchmaker-hyung✨
So, how did the date go?
[Received : 8:21pm]
The message was waiting for him before he even left the restaurant. Had Seokjin been thinking about him as well?
He considered texting back for a moment before he simply pressed the call button.
“Was it him? You guys matched so well, I’m sure it-“
“It wasn’t him,” Jungkook said with a smile, not minding much that it wasn’t his soulmate. He could practically hear Seokjin deflate over the phone. “I don’t mind though. I paid for other matches, didn’t I?”
“You did, but it’s always so satisfying to get it on the first try.” Jungkook could hear the pout in Seokjin’s words. “But you’re right, you did pay for the six matches, so we can move to the next one whenever you’re ready to.”
“You sound like you’re trying to get rid of me, Seokjin-hyung,” Jungkook teased, a smile spreading over his lips as he made his way to his car.
“And you sound like you can’t get enough of me. Did you only apply for the matchmaking to see me?” Seokjin hummed, playfulness evident in his tone. Jungkook could feel his heart hammering in his chest.
“And if I did?” He spoke boldly, like it was just a joke shared between friends, but the words had his palm sweating. His hand shook as he opened his car door, slipping inside.
The pause from Seokjin lasted much longer than expected and Jungkook could feel panic rising in his chest. He’d gone too far.
But finally, Seokjin laughed, not his usual high-pitched laugh, but something softer. Almost fonder.
“I should get going. I have to work on finding your next match.” Jungkook didn’t want to say goodbye, but he knew staying on the line longer would only seem strange. So instead, he agreed. “I’ll talk to you soon, Jungkook-ah.”
“Yeah, talk to you soon,” Jungkook’s voice was quiet, trying to hold onto the conversation as long as possible, but soon, the line went dead.
Alone in his car, he finally let out a heavy sigh, hands gripping the steering wheel in front of him, his knuckles going white.
What was he doing? Who was Seokjin and why was he making Jungkook feel like this?
“Are you excited for your first day?” The woman from the front seat of the car, glancing in the rearview mirror to meet Jungkook’s gaze. He couldn’t recognize her but somehow, he felt familiarity wash through him as he looked into her eyes.
He opened his mouth to answer, but before anything left his lips, panic was filling her eyes, her head whipping back to look at the road.
The car wouldn’t slow despite her foot slamming on the brake, curses shouted into the air the closer they got to the vehicles ahead.
A scream was tearing from Jungkook’s lips before he knew it, though nothing reached his ears. He screwed his eyes shut, as if everything would stop if he couldn’t see it.
His body lurched from the impact, glass shattering around him and a single thought crossed his mind before everything went dark.
Seokjin.
The next date came only a few days later, Seokjin once again, calling him early in the morning to inform him that he had another match. Jiwon was his name, he was a few years older than Jungkook and Seokjin once again said he was confident that it would be him.
They’d made plans to go to the movies that evening, but with every hour that passed, Jungkook didn’t move from his bed, scrolling through his phone. He should have begun getting ready much earlier if he wanted to look presentable at all, but he found himself more focused on the articles he was scrolling through.
It had been simple curiosity at first, searching “Can I not see colour after meeting my soulmate?” . But slowly, it had turned into a rabbit hole until he was reading article after article of people experiencing the soulmate pull but not seeing colour when they touch. There was no definitive way to say if they were soulmates or not, not if they weren’t seeing colour, but it seemed many people believed it could be the work of reincarnation.
Was it possible? Could he be Seokjin’s soulmate?
Shutting off his phone, Jungkook tried to move on from those thoughts, slipping out of bed. He needed to worry about his date, not another person that he could only dream was his soulmate.
With how long he’d spent in bed, Jungkook didn’t have time to do any makeup, so he was glad they’d chosen to go to the movies. He didn’t think he needed to do makeup, but for a first date, it couldn’t hurt.
But regardless, when he shook Jiwon’s hand, there was nothing. No colour, no spark, no pull. Nothing like what he’d felt for Seokjin the second he’d seen him.
“You know,” Jiwon spoke up as they stepped out of the theatre. “We aren’t soulmates, but we could still—”
“No,” Jungkook cut him off before he could even get his thoughts out. “I don’t want to lead you on at all, so I’ll admit that I just don’t feel anything.”
“Oh, come on, you could still—” The second Jiwon’s hand touched his waist, Jungkook stepped away, a frown pulling at his lips.
“I said no and I’m not changing my mind,” his tone was sharp this time, not giving any room for an argument as he tugged the keys out of his pocket, walking to his car. Vaguely, he could hear Jiwon shouting behind him, but he paid him no mind as he scrolled through his phone to find Seokjin.
“Jungkook-ah! How was this one?” Seokjin’s voice came over the speaker soon after he lifted his phone, his words cheerful.
“Honestly, terrible,” Jungkook laughed, slipping into his car. “That guy was an asshole.”
A displeased hum came over the phone and after a moment, there was a bit of typing. Jungkook waited for Seokjin to speak again, not wanting to interrupt.
“I’ll write an email to cancel his account with us,” Seokjin murmured, the typing stopping. “Sorry about that one. He seemed so nice when I met him.”
“That’s fine, hyung,” Jungkook couldn’t help but smile at how concerned Seokjin was over the matter, even though Jungkook hadn’t even told him what had happened. “You could make it up to me by going for coffee with me.” Once again, Jungkook tried testing his luck, and he felt his heart soar when Seokjin laughed.
“Isn’t it a bit late for coffee?”
“How about tomorrow? I can see you before my shift at the café.” His leg bounced anxiously as he heard Seokjin humming on the other end of the phone, no doubt to keep Jungkook on his toes.
“Well, I suppose I can work it in,” Seokjin teased, a soft laugh bubbling into his words. “What time should I meet you there?”
“Noon,” Jungkook tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn’t believe he’d really asked Seokjin to go for coffee with him. Was it a date? Did Seokjin think it was a date? Should he ask? No, don’t ask.
“Then I’ll see you at noon, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin said softly, his tone sending Jungkook’s heart into another fit.
“Yeah, I’ll see you then.” He could barely lift his voice above a whisper, his hands trembling with excitement.
The line went dead and Jungkook was left with one thought.
Seokjin.
“Jungkook-ah,” his name sounded so sweet from those plump, swollen lips, spoken between heated kisses. Pressing as close as possible, Jungkook tipped his head into the feverish kiss, breaths coming out in heavy pants. He couldn’t get enough.
Fingers raked down his back, nails digging into his skin but it only added to the heat of the moment, the fire between them.
“Jungkook-ah,” the man spoke again, leaning to pepper messy kisses across Jungkook’s collarbone, tugging him as close as possible. “I’ve missed you.”
Jungkook had missed him too, enough that he wanted to cry. Lowering his forehead to the man’s shoulder, Jungkook whispered softly, “I missed you too, Seokjin-hyung.”
Meeting with Seokjin after having a dream about him was strange, especially one like that. Why had he said he’d missed him? Could it be—
“Hey, you’re early,” Seokjin’s voice cut into his thoughts as he slipped into the seat across from Jungkook, a smile spread over his lips. The same lips that Jungkook had seen in his dreams, swollen and panting. The same lips that had whispered I missed you. “Were you eager to see me?”
Jungkook’s heart did a small flip, but he played along.
“And if I was?” He teased and that seemed to do the trick, Seokjin’s cheeks tinting a shade darker.
“I’m going to go get a drink,” Seokjin mumbled quickly, excusing himself from the table to go to the front counter. Jungkook watched him with a smile, leaning his cheek in his palm.
After his previous research, Jungkook knew that if he wanted to get some answers, first he would have to ask about Seokjin’s soulmate. It wouldn’t be an easy task as it would undoubtedly be hard for Seokjin to talk about. Even the small conversation they’d had before, Seokjin had looked close to tears.
“So, I have some good news,” Seokjin hummed as he walked back, a lot more composed than he had been before. “I found your next match.”
“That was quick.” Jungkook blinked, leaning back in his seat. Seokjin nodded, slipping into his own seat again, setting his mug of coffee on the table. A caramel macchiato, just like Jungkook had recommended when they’d first met.
“Well, he was actually an option for your second match. Him and Jiwon both match for you just as well, so I took a chance and picked Jiwon first.” Pausing, he took a sip from his mug, smiling slightly as he licked the whipped cream from his upper lip. Jungkook tried his best to not follow the action. “Sorry about that.”
“About what?” Jungkook lifted his eyes away from Seokjin’s lips, frowning slightly.
“Jiwon. He seemed nice when I met him, so I had no idea he would try anything with you,” Seokjin murmured, tracing his finger slowly over the lip of his mug.
“Oh, no, I totally get it. He was nice up until the end.” Jungkook leaned on the table, his eyes falling to Seokjin’s hand, watching his delicate fingers run slowly over the porcelain cup. He wondered how it would feel to reach over and take his hand, threading their fingers together. He wondered if it would feel like his dreams.
He only snapped out of his thoughts when Seokjin pulled his hand away from the mug, pulling out his phone.
“His name is Sunhoon. I’ll send you his number now and you can set up your date.” This time, Seokjin didn’t say he was sure it would be his match. Maybe he wasn’t sure, or maybe he was hoping it wasn’t.
“Have you ever done the survey out of curiosity?” Jungkook asked, hoping it seemed like a question out of nowhere.
“A few times, yeah,” Seokjin smiled, setting his phone back down on the table. “I had to use it in the beginning to test out the algorithm and stuff, but recently, I just did it for fun.”
“Did you match anyone good?” Seokjin laughed at his words, staring into the coffee mug.
“I have, yeah.” That’s where he left it, not elaborating anymore. Jungkook fell silent, trying to think of what to say to move the conversation to Seokjin’s soulmate. He watched as Seokjin sipped at his coffee before he decided to just come out and ask properly.
“Can you tell me more about your soulmate?” Jungkook finally asked, rubbing his hands nervously under the table. He worried Seokjin wouldn’t want to talk about it, or would be upset that Jungkook had brought it up again. But Seokjin just smiled, giving a small nod.
“What would you like to know about him?”
So much.
“Just… What was he like? Anything you want to talk about,” Jungkook murmured, a small smile on his lips. Seokjin fell silent for a moment, humming softly as he thought.
“Well, I did only know him when we were very young, so he probably would have changed a lot, but he was very sweet.” Seokjin didn’t look at him as he reminisced, his fingers tapping softly at his coffee mug. “I remember there was one time I was sick and he begged his mom for hours to come see me. They made a nice soup and dropped it off for me. His mom didn’t want him to stay and get sick but he also refused to leave my bed, holding my hand and telling me to feel better.”
Seokjin just began to talk and talk, telling story after story about his soulmate. Though they’d only known each other for just under three years, Seokjin had so many stories to tell. They sounded like they’d been attached at the hip. Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he listened, all of the stories so sweet, just like those of a child.
“What was his name?”
“Hyunwoo.” So much love and fondness was spoken into that one name, it had Jungkook’s heart pounding. There was a pause as Seokjin glanced at his phone, his smile dampening slightly. “September 1st is coming so quickly. That’ll be 24 years, gone, just like that.”
“September 1st?” Jungkook blinked, unsure if he’d heard right, but Seokjin nodded, glancing up to meet Jungkook’s eyes. “That’s my birthday.”
They paused, Seokjin’s eyes widening a fraction as he searched Jungkook’s face, like he was hoping he was joking. But when he found no signs of a lie, he pushed away from the table, giving a polite smile.
“I really should be going.” He didn’t look well. Had Jungkook said something wrong? Maybe Seokjin had just been startled by the similarity in dates.
Jungkook nodded, standing up as well. He had to be getting to work anyways, and he didn’t want to say anymore to upset Seokjin.
“I’ll see you later?” Jungkook asked hesitantly, gnawing on his lower lip. Seokjin paused for a moment, tucking his phone into his pocket, but eventually sent Jungkook a smile, one a bit more genuine than before.
“Yes, I’ll talk to you later.” And with that, he was gone, the front door chiming as he left.
There was no way the dates were a coincidence, and it seemed both him and Seokjin knew that.
The café hadn’t been busy, so the manager asked Jungkook to head home early. He ended up messaging Sunhoon to set up a time to meet. He wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, so he asked to meet that night for dinner.
Before Jungkook could close out of his phone, he saw Yoongi’s name in his messages, frowning when he saw how little they’d messaged recently. He’d been so focused on the Seokjin situation, he hadn’t taken the time to talk with his best friend.
Opening their chat, he sent Yoongi a text to apologize for his absence, getting a response not too long after.
From : Yoongi-hyung 💞
i figured you were busy trying to find your soulmate and forgot about me
[Received : 5:43pm]
To : Yoongi-hyung 💞
nooo i didn’t forget about you!! 😭😭😭
[Sent : 5:44pm]
From : Yoongi-hyung 💞
yeah, sure…
but did you end up finding them?
[Received : 5:47pm]
To : Yoongi-hyung 💞
not yet… ive got a date tonight, so well see
[Sent : 5:51pm]
Jungkook slipped into his apartment, tossing his keys on the counter and heading to his room. He wanted to shower before going for his date, the smell of coffee clinging to his skin.
He saw one last message from Yoongi before he hopped into the shower.
From : Yoongi-hyung 💞
ill be there in 10mins to help you get ready
[Received : 6:02pm]
Normally, hearing that Yoongi would be coming over would turn Jungkook into a giddy mess, but that feeling didn’t come. He simply smiled, happy that he’d be seeing Yoongi for the first time since their get together.
And when Yoongi showed up at his apartment, there was no racing heart, no sweaty palms, no hoping that he’d see colour as he hugged his friend. It was freeing, not seeing Yoongi as a potential soulmate anymore, but as his friend. He wondered when or why it changed, why he’d been able to let go so quickly. Was it Seokjin?
“Hyung,” Jungkook spoke up as Yoongi curled his hair, styling it to frame his face perfectly. “I don’t think I’m going to find my soulmate.”
For a moment, Yoongi’s hands stopped before he set down the curling iron, moving so he could properly look at Jungkook.
“Why do you say that?” He asked, crouching down to meet Jungkook’s eyes. His hands settled on Jungkook’s thigh and under his fingertips, there was no spark, no burn, nothing.
“I keep falling for people who aren’t my soulmate.” Jungkook couldn’t help but smile as he said it, tugging at the sleeves of his hoodie. Yoongi had no idea he was one of those people. It was ironic, talking to him about it. “I’m starting to wonder if I even have one.”
“Of course you have one. Everyone does.” Concern and worry swirled in Yoongi’s eyes, his hands rubbing soothing circles into Jungkook’s thigh.
“I was reading and there are some people who experience the pull with someone who isn’t their soulmate,” Jungkook explained, settling a hand on top of Yoongi’s. “I felt the same thing. I met someone and I felt that pull to him, but I didn’t see colour. But he’s all I can think about since I’ve met him and I have to wonder if something just got messed up and we really are meant to me.”
“Does he have a soulmate?” Yoongi seemed intrigued by what Jungkook was saying, getting back up to do Jungkook’s hair again.
“He did, but he lost his soulmate,” Jungkook murmured, looking at Yoongi through the bathroom mirror. “The strange part is, the day he lost his soulmate was the same day I was born.”
Yoongi blinked a few times, a frown pulling at his lips as he seemed to think everything over.
“Do you really think he could be the one for you?” Yoongi asked, his attention turned back to Jungkook’s hair.
“I don’t know, but I hope so.”
“Then why are you going on this date? Go see him.” Yoongi said it like it was a simple task, but he didn’t even know if Seokjin felt the same.
“What if he doesn’t feel the same?” Jungkook asked, wanting to hear Yoongi’s advice on how to approach the situation.
“You’ll never know unless you talk to him about it.” Setting down the curling iron, Yoongi ran his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, giving it a bit of a messy look. “So how about you skip this date and go see him?”
There was a pause between them, their eyes meeting in the mirror. Jungkook would have never thought Yoongi would have been giving him dating advice. Not when he thought for the longest time that Yoongi could have been his soulmate.
But his heart no longer raced when he looked at Yoongi. Instead, he felt calmed by his sharp gaze staring back at him through the dirty mirror.
“You’re right,” Jungkook finally said, a smile slowly pulling at his lips. “I should go see him.”
“Let me do your eyeliner first and then you can go.”
Yoongi walked with Jungkook down to the entrance to the building, stopping him before he went outside.
“It’s gonna rain,” Yoongi murmured, glancing outside. The sky looked just the same as Jungkook had always seen it, a pale grey. Did it look different when it was supposed to rain?
Before he could ask, Yoongi dug around in his bag before pulling out a small, compact umbrella, smiling at Jungkook as he gave it to him.
“Can’t have you ruining all our hard work.” Jungkook held onto the umbrella for a moment before he stepped forward, pulling Yoongi into a tight hug.
“Thank you, hyung,” Jungkook whispered, pressing his face into Yoongi’s neck. The older only laughed, rubbing his back gently, a smile on his lips as they pulled apart.
“Good luck, Kookie.” Yoongi squeezed his hand gently before slapping his arm, pushing him towards the door. “Go. You said he’d be leaving soon.”
A warm feeling spread through Jungkook’s chest as he looked at Yoongi, completely different than he’d felt before. Nodding, he opened the umbrella, rushing outside.
Epiphany wasn’t too far away, but it was already getting late, and Seokjin would probably be closing up soon. He hoped he could get there before it rained.
His feet pounded against the pavement as he jogged to the matchmaker’s shop, and before he knew it, the rain was hammering down, soaking his feet as he ran. What if he missed Seokjin? This would be pointless.
But in the distance, he could see someone, a dark figure locking up the shop.
“Hyung!” Jungkook yelled, hoping his voice could be heard over the rain. He could feel his heart racing as he neared the figure, watching him glance over when Jungkook called for him.
Since he was closer, he could see Seokjin was soaked head to toe. Much like Jungkook, he’d been unable to tell it would rain, so he probably hadn’t brought an umbrella.
“Jungkook-ah, I was about to call you,” Seokjin smiled once Jungkook was close enough to lift the umbrella over both their heads. He was so close, he could see every single detail of Seokjin’s face. “Sunhoon called and said you hadn’t showed up and you weren’t answering his calls.”
“I want to cancel my matchmaking,” Jungkook said quickly, watching Seokjin deflate a bit, his smile falling.
“Why? Did you find them outside of the matches?” Was he disappointed that Jungkook was cancelling or because Jungkook may have actually found his soulmate?
“No, I didn’t. And I don’t want to.” He could feel his hands shaking as he spoke, walking a few steps with Seokjin, away from the shop. He’d run the conversation through his head a few times before he’d left, all the things he’d wanted to say, but it felt like the words escaped him the second he saw Seokjin.
Seokjin seemed confused by his answer, turning to look at him, eyebrows pulled together.
“I don’t care about fate, or my soulmate,” Jungkook paused, swallowing heavily. His throat felt so dry, he wondered if he’d be able to get his words out. “I want you.”
Everything stopped. Jungkook looked at Seokjin to see shock painted over his face, his shoes stopping on the wet pavement. His shoulder was in the rain and as Jungkook tried to step closer to cover him, Seokjin stepped back.
“Jungkook, we can’t.” Seokjin’s eyes darted over Jungkook’s face, his chest rising and falling quickly. His words were spoken in such a shaky tone and he looked close to crying already. Jungkook could feel panic rising in his chest, but he didn’t want to give up yet.
“Do you feel it too? The pull?” Jungkook tried to take another step closer that was only matched by Seokjin stepping away again.
“I—” Seokjin grit his teeth and Jungkook wasn’t sure if it was the rain or if Seokjin had tears rolling down his face. Once he spoke, however, the tears were evident in his words. “You remind me too much of him, Jungkook.”
He didn’t have to say who; Jungkook already knew. He’d connected the dots and it seemed Seokjin had as well.
“You said fate brought us together, that us meeting wasn’t a coincidence,” Jungkook argued, desperation seeping into his words. He didn’t want to let Seokjin slip away.
“I didn’t mean like this! Jungkook, we aren’t soulmates!” Though his voice was raised, Seokjin’s words didn’t sound too sure. He must feel it.
“You told me people don’t have to be with their soulmates! That it’s okay to love people other than your soulmate!” Jungkook was losing him. Seokjin shook his head quickly, backing away from Jungkook. There was a moment of hesitation, but Seokjin turned around, walking away from Jungkook. For a moment, Jungkook could only watch, his heart aching, until finally, he sucked in a sharp breath, taking a few steps forward. “Hyung, you feel it don’t you?!”
Seokjin paused, unmoving in the heavy rain. He simply stood there for a moment before slowly, his head lowered.
“That’s not the point, Jungkook.” Seokjin said it so quietly, that Jungkook wasn’t sure if he’d heard him right over the rain.
“So you do feel it?” It wasn’t until those words were spoken that Jungkook realized he’d begun to cry, his voice wavering slightly. Slowly, he walked closer and this time, Seokjin stayed in place.
“I do.” That sent Jungkook’s heart into a frenzy, trying to beat right out of his chest. It felt like all the breath had left his lung as he stared at Seokjin’s back. “I feel it and I’ve tried to ignore it. I don’t want to forget him.”
“You won’t. You won’t forget him.” Jungkook murmured, standing only a few feet away from Seokjin. Silence fell between them, the only sound coming from the rain pounding against the ground, drowning out the sound of Jungkook’s beating heart.
“What about your soulmate?” Seokjin finally asked, turning to look at Jungkook, searching over his face.
“I would live my entire life in black and white if it meant I could have you,” he whispered, a small smile spread over his lips despite the tears falling from his eyes.
Seokjin sucked in a sharp breath, lifting a hand to wipe uselessly at his tears. Letting the umbrella slip from his fingers, Jungkook let himself get soaked by the rain, not caring as he stepped closer to Seokjin, lifting his hands to cup his face gently. He could feel Seokjin’s shaky hands touch his wrists, a shuddering sigh leaving his lips.
“I feel it, Jungkook. From the moment I met you, I’ve felt it.” Jungkook could feel more tears fall as those words left Seokjin’s lips, his heart ready to burst.
He wasn’t sure who closed the distance, maybe it was both of them, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Seokjin’s lips against his own, his hands curled into Jungkook’s soaked shirt. It felt right, like it was exactly where he was meant to be, held by Seokjin. It felt like every piece of his puzzle clicked into place.
With every slide of Seokjin’s lips against his own, every worry he had left, leaving only one thought.
Seokjin.
It didn’t last nearly long enough, Seokjin pulling back slowly, their heavy breaths mingling as they parted.
“Jungkook,” Seokjin whispered, his grip tightening on Jungkook’s shirt. “Open your eyes.”
Slowly, he did as he was told and he almost wasn’t surprised when he met Seokjin’s shocked gaze.
And the eyes staring back at him were the deepest brown.