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“hyung,” taehyung whines, physically dragging yoongi onto the city bus. “i’m telling you that this house is magical.”
yoongi sighs. “and i don’t doubt that, taehyung. i am magical. i just don’t understand why you want for me to visit this non-magical man living in a magical house and charging people to-” yoongi cuts himself off, frustrated that he’s letting the mention of this house get to him so much. but, taehyung hasn’t stopped talking about it since it happened. “i don’t know, what is it that his house is charging you for again?”
“yoongi-hyung.” at taehyung’s sharp tone, yoongi turns to look at him. “there’s no way that you don’t remember. we’re quite literally on our way to jimin and jungkook’s apartment right now. also, he takes donations, but doesn’t charge you.”
and, well, yoongi supposes that that is true. though yoongi has tried to forget about taehyung’s soulmate jimin - and yoongi had tried - through means of blasting music through his headphones so that he couldn’t hear jimin and taehyung, it almost was impossible.
ever since that magical house and that stupid human had somehow taken taehyung to jimin, yoongi’s life was suddenly no longer just yoongi-and-taehyung, but now yoongi-and-taehyung-and-taehyungsboyfriendjimin-and-taehyungsboyfriendjiminsroommatejungkook.
“you’re right, it took you to your soulmate,” yoongi says, sighing.
he ignores the voice inside his head telling him to go. the voice in his head that feels like it’s pulling at his core. the voice that has been leading him in the right direction for years. “i’m just not interested in finding my soulmate. i’m happy got you and jimin get along so well and are in love with each other after three weeks, but i’m just not interested. no matter how many times you try to drag me there.”
plus, yoongi thinks, how on earth are we going to find a moving house?
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unfortunately for yoongi, finding a moving house is easy because it always returns to the address 613 bangtan avenue.
yoongi has no idea how he hadn’t heard of this house before taehyung had read about it in some online forum and gone out immediately to be united with his soulmate because their town is not that big. he really feels like he should have been clued in on a house that just randomly disappears on occasion in the first twenty-nine years of his life.
but, 613 bangtan is standing in its correct spot when yoongi and taehyung and jimin and jungkook arrive.
“why did we have to come here?” jungkook asks, leaning onto taehyung, arms wrapped around taehyung shoulders as though jungkook is trying to prevent both of them from walking.
yoongi had actually been a bit surprised with how easily jungkook had taken to both him and taehyung. when they had first met, jimin explained that his roommate and childhood best friend was an awkward, lanky boy who hated social interaction. yoongi had said, “mood” while taehyung had remarked that jungkook and yoongi should never be in the same room together ever for fear of the astronomical level of introverted-ness would somehow create a black hole in the middle of the apartment, and jimin was worried that he wouldn’t get his deposit back if that happened.
but, apparently, after realizing that taehyung and jimin were legitimate soulmates and that taehyung had no plans to abandon either of them, jungkook warmed up very quickly. with yoongi, it helped that they both enjoyed music and quiet, so hanging out for them was never awkward as the soulmates had feared.
yoongi knows that jimin and taehyung want for him and jungkook to be soulmates. it had been evident in the way that jimin had tried to force jungkook to stay at the house without telling him where the other three were going. it was obvious in the subtle way that taehyung continued to suggest that jungkook could be a great partner for yoongi.
and, yoongi supposed that it was true. jungkook could be a good partner for him. but both he and yoongi had laughed when taehyung brought it up. jungkook awkwardly came out to yoongi as both aromantic and asexual and yoongi admitted that he’d never been interested in dating someone younger than him.
they’d been even better friends since then.
but, now, yoongi feels nervous that his soulmate is probably a stranger. he wonders if his soulmate is even korean. yoongi had tried to explain to taehyung and jimin that they were lucky that they lived in the same country, let alone only a twenty-minute bus ride away from one another. yoongi had always believed in the idea of soulmates, but there’s not a guide from anyone in the universe on how one is supposed to find that person unless they randomly stumble upon 613 bangtan avenue.
“you insisted on coming with us, mind you,” jimin says, mildly annoyed. yoongi briefly wonders why jungkook hadn’t come out to jimin, but quickly decides that it’s jungkook’s own business and tries not to worry about it.
“yeah, but why were you two bringing yoongi here?” he asks, looking around, likely trying to recall if he knows anyone who lives in this area.
it’s when they make it to the sidewalk that jungkook makes the connection. “oh,” he says, shortly, to jimin. “this is the door that showed up in our living room when you and taehyungie-hyung met.” and then: “you want yoongi-hyung to find his soulmate.”
“everyone deserves their soulmate, kook-ah,” jimin says.
jungkook huffs. “well, did you even ask hyung if he wants to find his soulmate?”
yoongi almost steps in, because he had put up a fight at first, but eventually agreed to let jimin and taehyung drag him there, but then he realizes that this fight is not about yoongi at all, but instead about jungkook’s feelings about jimin and taehyung always trying to pressure him into finding his soulmate.
before jungkook stalks off back to the bus stop, he turns around and looks at yoongi. “i hope this is what you want,” he says, placing emphasis on the word you. yoongi nods, partially wanting to follow jungkook, but that voice is telling him to stay. we’re home , it says to him.
yoongi resolutely ignores it.
“well,” taehyung chirps, trying to brighten up the mood when it’s obvious that yoongi is internally battling with himself. “let’s go.”
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yoongi is only slightly ashamed to admit how red his face turns when the owner of the magic house opens the door. he’s gorgeous.
yoongi can’t tell if that’s him or the voice saying that. for his own sanity, he chooses to believe it’s the voice. also for his sanity, he chooses to ignore thinking about what that means.
he’s not exactly sure on what he expected the owner of the house to look like. small, maybe more elf-like like his friend hoseok or more cat-like like yoongi himself, but this guy is, well, just a guy.
but, like, a really fucking handsome guy.
yoongi takes a long, long look (he knows that taehyung would say that he’s gawking but he’s not ) at the man standing in the doorway. he has a strong jaw and broad shoulders. even dressed in an ugly, matching, pink sweatsuit with tousled bed-head, the man is probably the most stunning person that yoongi has ever seen in his life.
it kind of angers yoongi.
“oh,” the handsome owner of the soulmate house says, eyes lighting up with recognition upon seeing jimin and taehyung. “listen, i know that i told you two about cases with more than one soulmate, but i really don’t think that you guys have another one.”
jimin giggles as taehyung tucks his head into jimin’s shoulder, trying to become smaller than his boyfriend. yoongi briefly wonders if taehyung had wanted a second soulmate or if he’s embarrassed for some other reason. “no,” jimin says. “we’re pleased with just the two of us.”
“we’re actually here for, well, our friend,” taehyung says, gesturing toward yoongi.
the handsome man looks at yoongi and looks a bit surprised, as though he’s just now noticing yoongi once taehyung has pointed him out. a flicker of annoyance sparks in yoongi’s stomach, but he quickly squashes the flame. “hi,” yoongi says, flatly.
“hello,” the man responds, neck and ears flushing. “i’m kim seokjin.” he says, “welcome to my home.”
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“wow,” yoongi says, taking in the interior of the soulmate house. kim seokjin has an eclectic taste in furniture. “this place is a lot.”
“i inherited it,” seokjin says, waving yoongi’s amazement off, like he’s used to comments like this. and yoongi supposes that he probably is used to them. large tapestries are hung on all of the walls, completely obscuring any wallpaper or paint from yoongi’s view. “my great aunt left it to me in her will because i’m the only non-magical relative that she knows of and she doesn’t trust anyone with magic to not fuck it up.”
“huh,” yoongi says, thinking about how seokjin’s ears are still red. “but you can still, i don’t know, control the house?”
seokjin laughs. “oh god, no.”
“wait,” taehyung interrupts. “you don’t control the house?”
yoongi scolds taehyung. “you just came to this house, got no explanation of how it works and let this man tell you that you were meeting your soulmate? it’s a wonder you never got kidnapped as a child.”
“i actually tried to explain the whole system to him and he didn’t care,” seokjin notes, smiling at yoongi like there’s some kind of a joke between them. “and when we appeared in jimin’s apartment, the other kid was freaked out, but jimin acted like it all made perfect sense. it was actually weird that they weren’t freaked out by the whole situation.”
“i saw on the internet that your house would take me to my soulmate and i know magic is real since yoongi-hyung is magic and i never question any of his shit, so.”
seokjin halts in the middle of the living room. “you’re magical?”
yoongi hums, acknowledging the question without really answering it at all. he doesn’t know if it’s clairvoyance or if there’s more in-depth that he could get. just knows that his gut instinct is never wrong. it’s why he let taehyung and jimin drag him here.
“well,” seokjin says, sensing the change in the atmosphere. “you two have to go. i don’t know why the house works with me in it, but it definitely won’t work with you two in it.”
taehyung shrugs, fully unbothered by leaving his closest friend in the home of a stranger. “sounds good, seokjin-ssi.”
he and jimin are gone before yoongi’s brain has even fully comprehended the situation.
“i’ll take you to where the magic happens,” seokjin says, a gleam in his eye.
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where the magic happens is a closet.
like, an actual coat closet. yoongi and seokjin are stuffed inside of it, yoongi’s face basically pressed into seokjin’s chest and he really doesn’t enjoy it even though there’s a voice in his head screaming at him to take a bite! take a bite!, awkwardly looking at one another.
“wait,” yoongi says. “wasn’t it your front door that appeared in jimin and kook’s apartment?”
“i don’t know how it works, actually,” seokjin says. “my great aunt was really fucking old and basically went, ‘here, this house is yours now. it’s paid off and here’s all of my money so that you don’t have to work and can stay at the house all day and do your public duty.’ so the first few weeks were really a crash course.”
seokjin pulls the closet door shut. if his teeth weren’t so inhumanely white, yoongi doesn’t think that he’d be able to see seokjin’s smile. “let’s get it.”
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nothing happens.
in fact, nothing happens for so long that yoongi gets mildly uncomfortable staring at seokjin. “so, uh.”
“what the fuck,” seokjin says.
“does it normally take this long, or…” yoongi trails off, trying not to impede on whatever process might be going on, but in taehyung’s many, many recountings of his initial meeting with jimin (and by extension, seokjin), he hadn’t mentioned just standing inside of a closet for nearly ten minutes with an incredibly handsome man.
“it, well, no,” seokjin stumbles. he looks around the closet like there aren’t just sports coats and an old umbrella sitting in there.
“why do you have so many sports blazers?” yoongi asks, laughing a little.
seokjin stares at yoongi for a moment. “no,” he says, panic filling his gaze, also ignoring yoongi's question about the sports coats. “it normally happens right away.” yoongi realizes that seokjin is feeling nervous, going through something that doesn’t seem to be entirely what is usually happening. after all, everything that seokjin had told yoongi thus far into their (friendship? acquaintanceship? less than that? more?) client-manwhohasamagicalhouse relationship suggests that seokjin really doesn’t know what the fuck he is doing. “i don’t understand what’s happening,” seokjin whispers. “this has literally never happened before.”
“fuck,” yoongi says, thoughts of being broken and unlovable running throughout his head. that voice that usually is yelling at him is screaming at him once again (thankfully, much less horny than it had been earlier when it had told yoongi to bite seokjin’s chest). it’s saying, stay, stay, stay like it’s a fucking taylor swift song.
“no,” yoongi says out loud, trying to control the voice even though he’s never had any control over the voice ever.
seokjin eyes him warily. “what?” he asks, eyes narrowing at yoongi’s conversation that he’s clearly having with himself.
“sorry,” yoongi apologizes, grateful that the dim lighting in the closet allows for his blush to be well hidden. “it’s my magic.”
seokjin hums like he knows what that means even though yoongi knows that seokjin doesn’t know what he means at all. and for that, as well as a million other things at the moment, yoongi is grateful.
“so, what the fuck is happening?” yoongi asks, trying to push away the dark feelings that he doesn’t have a soulmate. that he won’t ever find someone who is as in tune with him as jimin and taehyung are.
yoongi had spent years upon years pretending that he didn’t care if he found someone like that. when he had found taehyung, yoongi had been so grateful to find a friend. that had been all he had ever wanted growing up: a best friend to share secrets with, someone that he could dream about sharing an apartment in a different country with.
by the time that yoongi and taehyung had met one another, they had already been living together. yoongi had applied for housing as a student way too late and got paired with someone multiple years younger than him. so, yoongi didn’t get everything that he had wanted growing up, but he did get the most of it.
taehyung had always been someone that yoongi could count on- from the moment that they had met. it made yoongi feel a lot better about the fact that he hadn’t ever had anyone else in his life. even though he had craved a romantic relationship, the relationship that he had with taehyung was still good enough for yoongi. and he had only felt even better when jungkook and jimin were introduced into his life. he also had other college friends like hoseok and namjoon- less close, of course, but still people that he felt like he was himself with.
but.
still.
yoongi craved a romantic relationship.
part of him had thought that it was selfish. that he had five fantastic friends, but he wanted more. it wasn’t until that very same day that yoongi had convinced himself that it was okay to want more than what he had. that it was okay to crave the touches, the emotional intimacy, the sexual intimacy that his body and mind and third voice craved.
and now that he maybe cannot have it - well, yoongi feels a little more than disappointed. “actually,” he says, not bothering to wait for seokjin’s response. “i don’t think that i want to know that i’m broken.”
“you’re not broken,” seokjin insists, but his voice is hesitant, shy. nothing like the person that yoongi had met nearly an hour prior. “it’s the house,” he says. “it must be broken. i swear that i don’t know what’s happening.”
“yeah,” yoongi says, resignation pouring into every syllable that he’s speaking. “it’s because it’s me. i mean, how many of these have you done since you inherited your funky house?”
seokjin sighs, seeming to realize that it doesn’t really matter what he says. “like, i don’t know, maybe a hundred?”
yoongi nods, chuckling slightly to himself. “yeah, don’t worry, seokjin-ssi,” he says. “it’s definitely me.”
he decides that the best option is to leave the magical soulmate house and seokjin and his pretty face before he starts crying. which does mean that he needs to leave as soon as possible, because yoongi can feel his throat tightening the way that it always does whenever he’s about to have a nice, healthy cry. “well,” he says, trying to not sound like he’s about to burst into tears at any second (he knows that he’s doing a poor job, thank you very much). “thank you and your house for the hospitality, but i fear that it’s time for me to go.
yoongi opens the closet door, stumbling out into the much brighter hallway without waiting for so much as a goodbye from seokjin. yoongi knows that he’s being rude, but he figures that he probably won’t ever see seokjin again, and so long as his mother doesn’t find out, yoongi doesn’t believe that there are going to be any real consequences to being rude to a stranger who is really just trying to help people out.
“wait,” seokjin says (shouts) when yoongi is putting his sneakers on near the doorway. “wait, please.” he seems out of breath and yoongi wonders how someone could get so out of breath while traveling through quite literally one and a half rooms (the question of how someone can look so hot while out of breath also flashes across yoongi’s mind, but he’s choosing to blame that on the irrational horniness coming from the voice and promptly pushes the thought away). “wait,” he repeats.
“um,” yoongi says, perplexed. “okay.”
“you’re magic,” seokjin states.
yoongi waits for him to say more, but seokjin just stares at yoongi as though the statement that yoongi is magical is something that’s supposed to mean something to both of them. “yes,” yoongi hesitates.
“help me fix the house,” seokjin says, his face scrunching up like he didn’t really mean to say that. “i don’t know why, but the house is telling me that you’re supposed to stay here. supposed to help me fix whatever is going on with it.”
yoongi fixes seokjin with an unimpressed stare. “you can speak with the house.”
seokjin nods.
“well,” he amends. “not really with words, but more like with vibes.”
“with vibes.”
seokjin nods. yoongi laughs inside of his brain but tries really hard not to let it show on his face. seokjin kind of reminds yoongi of jungkook, and not only because he used the word ‘vibes’ unironically. he reminds yoongi of some of his favorite parts about his friend (parts that yoongi had thought could make jungkook a realistic future partner prior to the younger’s sexuality reveal). and, yoongi reasons, seokjin is good looking and his own inner voice is telling him to stay in the house.
so.
so, yoongi decides that maybe staying is the right thing to do.
“okay,” yoongi says, watching the shock take over seokjin’s face. like he hadn’t expected yoongi to agree so easily. yoongi hadn’t even really expected himself to agree too easily, believing that the voice inside of him was maybe toying with the part of his brain that allowed him to make good decisions. “i’ll try to help you fix your house.”
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fixing whatever is broken with seokjin’s magical soulmate house is not quite as easy as yoongi had hoped it would be.
yoongi is fairly good with interior design and decoration. he knows how to check electrical wiring, he knows the difference between a balcony and a terrace, he knows how to fix a clogged sink.
he doesn’t know how to fix the house.
yoongi doesn’t know how to fix the house, because much like seokjin had told him prior, there’s not a rulebook or a user manual laying around for their leisure. he genuinely has no idea how the magic of the house works.
seokjin is able to give him vague answers. things like that he can’t have more than just himself and the person who he is transporting to their soulmate in the house. things like that he’s never been transported while he’s by himself, and that it made him feel like he wouldn;t ever have a soulmate, which he admits is maybe part of the reason that he wanted yoongi to stay and try to help him figure out how to fix the house.
seokjin had already resigned himself to a soulmateless life.
and he didn’t want yoongi to go through the same thing.
and, maybe yoongi had felt more obliged to stay out of some sort of companionship to seokjin. maybe it was because seokjin had looked so desperate when he had asked yoongi to stay.
yoongi and seokjin were very alike.
becuase yoongi had also already resigned himself to a soulmateless life as well.
which, to be entirely clear, yoongi is fairly certain that he could live a happy life without his soulmate. after all, it’s no secret that he had believed in soulmates before knowing about seokjin and his magical house, and he hadn’t ever tried to look for his soulmate despite his constant quest to find love. so, yoongi thought that he could find someone else. someone nice and quiet and reserved like himself. yoongi thought that he could find that and be happy.
but, still. he stayed in seokjin’s house.
“tell me more about how this whole thing works,” yoongi says to seokjin, about a week after their initial meeting.
the two of them feel almost domestic now. they’d only known one another for a short amount of time, but their habits had easily lined up with each others.
both yoongi and seokjin like to cook, so they split up cooking lunch adn breakfast, with both of them cooking dinner together every night. seokjin is a more “by the recipe book” kind of person than yoongi, prompting yoongi to constantly be telling seokjin to just “just throw some pepper in, hyung, we don’t have time to get out the scale.” and “it’s literally just, like, half of that stick of butter. we don’t have to do anything more to get that amount.” but, it’s all in good fun for the two of them.
yoongi had found it surprisingly easy to melt into seokjin’s life. he already worked from home, so he had just gone back to his and taehyung’s place, packed some clothing and his laptop, and gone back to seokjin’s house.
unfortunately, for as well as the two had blended together, they had not made any progress on fixing the house.
“i already told you, yoongi,” seokjin says, sighing dramatically like he’s prone to do. “i really don’t know anything.”
yoongi rolls his eyes, feeling nothing but fondness for his temporary roommate. “yeah, i know that you don’t technically know what’s going on, but there has to be some sort of pattern that you’ve figured out with this place. there’s got to be a reason why you decided that you would take everyone into the closet, right?”
seokjin pauses. he’s cooking lunch for the two of them, so his back is turned to yoongi and yoongi can see him pretty much freeze. “yeah,” seokjin says. “i mean..” he trails off, seeming like he’s unsure about what he wants to say. or, like he’s unsure about yoongi’s reaction to what he wants to say.
“what is it, hyung?” yoongi asks, that small fear that he’s overbearing creeping back up into his throat. did i do something wrong? was that too personal of a question? yoongi doesn’t know.
“it’s just that,” he sighs, stopping for a moment to find whatever words he needs to say. “there are times when the house talks to me.” seokjin looks at yoongi like he’s scared, but yoongi has already heard seokjin say similar things before, so he’s not too caught off guard. he nods, urging seokjin to continue. “it’s like i told you on that first day. it’s almost like the house is speaking into my brain.”
yoongi looks at seokjin, wonders why he had been scared to share this information. “you know,” he says, thinking that talking to seokjin about his own magic would ease his fears of being different. “i think i have clairvoyance.”
seokjin cocks his head, looking like he’s trying to think of where he’s heard that word before. “that’s, like, the mind-reading thing? or, like, telling the future?”
yoongi hums, thinking that seokjin is not exactly wrong. “it’s more like i perceive future things or events at a much more accurate rate than everyone else,” yoongi explains. “we all have, like, a gut feeling, right?” seokjin nods. “mine is never wrong. instead of being in my gut and coming to me from, like, my fight or flight instincts like everyone else, mine sort of exists in my core,” yoongi says, balling a fist in the middle of his chest as a visual representation.
“it exists in my brain, too.” he says. “there’s always some sort of voice talking to me, telling me different things about what’s happening in my surroundings.” yoongi laughs, “it’s actually kind of playful, too? like, there’s a separate being inside of me. like that magic is a separate being but also is still me.”
yoongi resolutely does not think about the voice telling him to bite seokjin. he refuses to believe that he was perceiving the future. a future where he is biting seokjin’s chest. nope. no, thank you, he’ll just say that even his magic can get horny brain.
“oh,” seokjin says, looking mystified. “so you don’t think that it’s weird that my house talks to me?”
yoongi shakes his head. “not at all.”
seokjin smiles at yoongi like he’s seeing yoongi in a different light. yoongi blames the tightening in his chest on his magic.
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another week passes without them figuring out how to fix the house. how to get it to take yoongi to his soulmate.
yoongi knows that he doesn’t have a soulmate.
he feels like a bother to seokjin.
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jungkook, jimin, and taehyung turn up during week three of seokjin and yoongi living together.
"hyung, i want to die at the apartment without you there," jungkook says, flinging himself into yoongi's arms dramatically.
and, it really is dramatic.
yoongi had seen jungkook just two days prior when they had met up for coffee. jungkook had spent most of his time complaining about how he and jimin were still not talking very much. jungkook was waiting for jimin to ask him about it, but yoongi had explained to jungkook that jimin is way too polite to ever put jungkook on the spot regarding his sexuality. "if you want him to know," yoongi had said. "you'll have to tell him."
he couldn't tell from just the few seconds of seeing jungkook and jimin, but yoongi felt like they were maybe on better footing. "seriously, hyung," jungkook says, untangling his body from yoongi's to politely bow at seokjin. "just let me move into your apartment so that these two can move in together. they go at it like rabbits," he whines.
yoongi laughs and playfully scolds jimin and taehyung.
"so," taehyung says. "you still haven't managed to fix the house."
seokjin and yoongi both nod. the two had gone over everything that could be different about yoongi's visit to seokjin's house. they'd gone through everything that had happened that first time, tried to get the house to move on multiple other occasions, and begged the house to please just give some other vibe to seokjin. any vibe that isn't "yoongi will fix the house."
nothing had worked.
yoongi still hadn't left.
"wait," jungkook says to seokjin. "so the house is telling you that yoongi has to fix it? not that you and yoongi have to fix it together?"
seokjin shrugs. "it doesn't really say it in words. just that yoongi is supposed to be here."
jungkook looks at both yoongi and seokjin like they're dumb, but yoongi doesn't know why.
"I have an idea," jungkook says. "what if we take seokjin back to our apartment and yoongi tries to go into the closet by himself?"
seokjin and yoongi share a look. "how would that help?" seokjin asks, seeming a bit uneasy at the prospect.
"well," jimin says, picking up on whatever plan jungkook has in place. "you guys have been looking at the problem as though the, well, problem is yoongi. but the house says that yoongi will fix it. so maybe the problem is seokjin."
"I've always been here before. i was a constant," he stresses. "there's no way that i can be the problem."
taehyung shrugs. "why don't we just try it? that way you can cross it off of your list and get your next person in here to meet their soulmate."
"i think we should bring hoseokie-hyung here," jimin says. "after seeing your friends together last weekend, i one-thousand percent believe that him and namjoonie-hyung are soulmates."
jungkook hums. "well," he says. "seokjin-ssi, if you would come with us."
seokjin looks nervous, and yoongi doesn't really blame him. yoonig knows that his friends can be a lot to handle. "I'll text you whenever we get to their apartment. you know which closet, right?"
yoongi nods. his friends leave.
the fifteen-minute wait for the group to arrive at jimin and jungkook's apartment is excruciating for yoongi. he feels the energy of the house in a much different way than he had ever felt when seokjin was still in the home.
part of yoongi feels nervous. much like the day that he had arrived at seokjin's house, yoongi had already put himself into a certain headspace. getting news that counters that headspace is anxiety-inducing for yoongi.
plus, yoongi thinks that he may have a crush on seokjin. yoongi thinks that he maybe doesn't want to see a soulmate who isn't seokjin. he doesn't want his time in this house to be over.
maybe that's why he was so okay with the house not getting fixed.
maybe that's why he feels like he's lying to seokjin.
seokjin
your friends pushed me into the apartment
they locked themselves out
i think it was on purpose
yoongi
they're a handful
sorry for them
seokjin
it's fine!!
i like getting to know your friends
even if they're weird
now please go into my coat closet so that we can go back to normal
yoongi's throat hurts a little. he knows that seokjin means their normal. not the normal from before yoongi had become his temporary roommate. he knows that seokjin means so that he can come back and that they can cook dinner for taehyung, jungkook, and jimin like they had originally planned.
yoongi thinks that seokjin maybe likes him, too.
yoongi thinks about lying and saying that he went into the closet and that nothing happened, but he decides to be honest.
he doesn't think that anything will happen, so he figures, fuck it, and stands in between all of seokjin's sports coats once again.
however.
this time, instead of nothing happening, yoongi is immediately overcome with the sensation that he's spinning. he becomes nauseated, feeling as though he's about to throw up before the room finally comes to a stop.
yoongi wonders if that is what's supposed to happen.
carefully, yoongi pushes himself into a standing position. it sounds like someone is banging on the closet door, but yoongi knows that no one else is in the house with him. he pushes the door open, terrified of what he might see.
yoongi's never felt so relieved to see seokjin's face.
"what the fuck," he says, looking around the interior of junkook and jimin's apartment.
"the house brought you to me," seokjin says, looking as shook as yoongi feels. "the house brought you to me."
yoongi can only nod.
"yoongi," he says. "yoongi, i think that maybe we're soulmates."
he can hear jungkook groaning outside of the apartment. "of course you are, you dummies. the house has literally been telling you that for weeks!"
seokjin's face flushes. "i think that maybe we should have picked up on that sooner," he says.
yoongi agrees. "i mean, we got here, didn't we?" he sighs. "i almost didn't get into the closet because i didn't want the house. to take me to someone that wasn't you," yoongi admits. "i was thinking about how much i like you and how i thought that you maybe like me back and i almost didn't get into the closet."
"I'm glad you got in," seokjin says, hand coming up to cup yoongi's cheek. "I'm glad that we know." yoongi nods, throat dry. "yoongi-yah," seokjin says, "can i kiss you? been wanting to since the moment i saw you."
yoongi nods, words unable to form.
when seokjin kisses him, it's like the world stops. he can't hear taehyung hollering outside of the door any longer, he can't feel the hard wood of seokjin's front door behind him any longer. all he can think is seokjin, seokjin, seokjin.
and, yeah, yoongi's glad that he got in the closet, too.