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It was syzygy.
Maybe it was “meant to be.” Maybe it wasn’t.
They just kept finding themselves drawn to the same places…at the same time. Unknowingly positioning themselves until they were perfectly aligned.
Yoongi wasn’t a firm believer in the whole “soulmate” thing. He didn’t fully disbelieve, but he wasn’t singing soulmate praises, or wistfully hoping that his soulmate would appear in some half-lit doorway down an alley he’d never noticed before, or that they would sit beside him on a bus, or one day appear in the coffee shop he’d grown to love.
Nope. He wasn’t betting on all that.
Of course, Yoongi had heard that each and every soulmate experience was different. That there wasn’t a universal way of recognizing your soulmate. It was just something you knew to be true. It was supposed to be a part of you.
The soulmate experience was supposed to be innate.
So, some saw an aura around their potential mate. Some were born with intricate birthmark “tattoos” that their soulmate completed with their own…or even matched their own, not unlike a beautiful puzzle piece, or an ethereal mirror. Some had pretty red strings that would bind their souls together. Others were drawn by sound or smell. There was no rhyme or reason to it. It just was.
Yoongi was in the coffee shop, sitting on the end of a large, royal purple couch with soft cushions. His coffee mug was on the coffee table (of course) in front of him. He scrolled on his phone, trying to discreetly glance at the man in the leather winged-back chair across from him.
He was so beautiful, it made Yoongi’s eyes tear up a bit. His breath catching in his throat.
If I was to believe in a soulmate experience, Yoongi thought, maybe this is close to it. He glanced again. It was hard not to become more and more excited by the little flutter in his heart each time he saw him.
Him.
Yoongi’s gaze had nearly returned to his phone when the man across from him leaned forward to catch his eye and smiled. It was small and sweet and mostly in his eyes. He ducked his head and took a deep breath before he looked up again and whispered, “Hi. Um…I’m Kim Taehyung. I see you here sometimes. What’s your name? If you want to tell me…you don’t have to if you think I’m being out of line. I'm probably out of line. I’m sorry. Just pretend I didn’t say anything. Um. So. Yeah. Not saying anything now.” He slowly exhaled, shaking his head, cheeks a soft pink. “Fuck. I’m so not good at this. I’m just gonna wait here and hope I begin to evaporate or, you know…die of embarrassment for fuck's sake.”
Yoongi was shocked by Taehyung's rambling admission, but also very enamoured. His voice was deep, airy, sweet, and just as beautiful and enticing as the rest of him. It was a lot. Yoongi knew, in that moment, just how bad he had it for this man. So, he grinned at Taehyung, his own eyes glistening, “Min Yoongi. And you’re not as bad at this as you think. I promise.”
Taehyung nervously looked down at his hands (which Yoongi thought were gorgeous) and then met Yoongi’s gaze again, “You have the prettiest face I have ever seen. I keep coming back here. Same time. Hoping to see you again. I don’t even like coffee, but they do have an okay tea selection, and I’ve asked if they might consider serving hot chocolate…do you like hot chocolate? Oh my god I’m so nervous. I talk a lot when I’m nervous. Like now. With me talking, you know, a lot.”
Yoongi nodded and kept on grinning. His heart was well past fluttering. It felt like it was trying to launch itself right the hell out of his chest. He took a deep breath, eyes never leaving that mesmerizing, still-blushing face in front of him, “You want to take a walk with me, Kim Taehyung?”
“Oh! I can so walk. Yes. With you. Go walking. Yeah,” Taehyung answered nodding too fast and too hard, but that smile. That radiant, boxy smile.
“Let’s go then.”
Yoongi stood, pocketed his phone, and extended his hand, palm up, to politely help Taehyung stand. But as soon as Taehyung’s hand touched his own, he knew.
They were both standing now. For Yoongi, it started with a warmish tingle at the tips of his fingers as he closed them around Taehyung’s. The tingle quickly moved down his fingers and thumb, across his palm, and began moving up his arm. He looked at Taehyung, who looked just as dumbfounded as Yoongi felt. He could sense Taehyung’s pulse — or what he thought was his pulse — because the tingle was now in his chest, warming and soothing.
He couldn’t stop looking into Taehyung’s deep, dark, velvety-brown eyes.
That’s when he realized what was happening. His pulse was beating in time with Taehyung’s. He was — for that moment — completely in sync with this man, his breathing, his heart rate…same time, same rhythm. He couldn’t let go of Taehyung’s hand; it was almost like they had been magnetized.
And he didn’t want to...let go, that is. Not even a little bit.
The pull of the bond lasted for a few more seconds.
Finally, Yoongi gasped, his pulse returning to its normal, albeit somewhat accelerated, rate. “Was that…was that…are we…?” He moved the index finger of his free hand between them.
Soulmates.
“Soulmates? Soulmates. Soulmates! Yeah. I think so. Yeah,” Taehyung replied grinning, with his mouth and with his eyes. This time, he did not nod. He just kept watching Yoongi.
Yoongi took another deep breath, and slowly rounded the table, never letting go of Taehyung’s hand. With his other hand, he reached up to cup Taehyung’s cheek, “Is this okay? Is it okay if I touch your face? Is it okay if I touch you?”
Taehyung’s boxy smile grew softer, smaller. His nodding, gentler.
And there, in the middle of the coffee shop he’d come to love, Yoongi ran his thumb over Taehyung's lower lip, tracing it and moving to his cupid’s bow. He gently slid his hand to the back of Taehyung’s neck and slowly rolled up on his tiptoes to plant a soft, barely-there kiss on that perfect mouth. He could feel Taehyung’s warm breath on his face, and his fingertips gently alighting on Yoongi's waist. He could taste the mint tea on his lips
He was surrounded by Taehyung. He was warm, but not just from the late-afternoon sunlight that flooded the small café.
It felt like he was floating.
They stood that way for a little while longer. Foreheads pressed together. Basking in the window-diffused sunlight. Hands entwined.
“Um,” Taehyung whispered, eyes brimming and bright, “so it’s actually been you this whole time.” Not a question.
“And you, too.”
“Yeah.”
“Now what?” Taehyung giggled.
“Wanna take that walk with me, soulmate Kim Taehyung?”
“I do.”
Yoongi kissed him again. This time with a bit more intent. It was a kiss he felt pooling in his gut. Heating up his limbs...and other places. “We’re going to have to actually move from this spot, and then like, you know…leave,” Yoongi was grinning big now, pink gums and blushing pink cheeks on full display.
Taehyung smiled into a new kiss, “Yeah. Probably. We should leave. In order to, you know, go to the places. The walking places.”
“Oh come on! Will you two just try to get your shit together and find a room or start planning your wedding or something?!” The owner, who Yoongi had come to know as Kim Seokjin, screeched across the café. He was beaming at them both. "Wait a second! Something tells me you're going to want these." He wagged a finger at them as he pulled out his phone and began taking photos of Yoongi and Taehyung, still willingly frozen in their embrace. “I’d better be invited!!! Min Yoongi, I’m serious! You’d better invite my ass! And make it a plus-one! Hoseok won't believe this! He didn't believe me...but I knew you were soulmates. I knew it!" Seokjin was frantically waving his phone at them, and the handful of other patrons were smiling, laughing, or trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
Yoongi furrowed his brow against Taehyung’s, “What do you think…should we invite him?”
“I think so…I do…I really do," Taehyung waggled his brow in return.
“I see what you did there, Tae. Heh. And yeah, I do, too.”