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Taking a walk on a beautiful spring day, you never could have never seen the twist your day was about to take. The weather was perfect, not too hot, not too cold. A light breeze wafted through the trees. The sun was shining. The birds were singing. Life was good. Right until you were hit in the head hard enough to knock you down.
“Oh, shit! Are you okay? The ball got away from me!” You heard a gravelly voice say as someone rushed over to you.
“You hit me with a basketball!” You said back, rubbing the spot on your temple that was sure to bruise.
“Whoa whoa whoa! Let’s not blame me for this. He’s the one that threw the ball!” You looked up to see the owner of the sexy, low voice.
He was slender and had milky white skin. His face was currently in a small pout that you couldn’t help but want to squish between your hands.
“Hey, the ball never would have hit her if you had caught it like you were supposed to!” Another voice said from a few feet away.
“Jimin, go get her some ice. I’ll help her up.” The pale man said to the other, baby-faced man.
You let him help you up and over to a bench to sit down. He was fussing over the bruise at your temple and apologizing when you noticed his arm. Scrawled across his forearm was the first sentence you’d ever said to him. You looked from his arm to his face. He had that adorable pout again and you could see he was worried. Glancing down at your own arm, you saw his first sentence to you and your suspicions were confirmed. Sitting next to you on the bench, pressing at your temple, was your soul mate. You had planned to let him off easy. But now that he was your soul mate, you couldn’t help but tease him.
“You know, you’re supposed to be nice to your soul mate. Not hit her with a basketball. I could have died. I am a delicate flower and you nearly killed me.” You said, contorting your face into one of absolute pain.
“Listen. We’ve been over this. I wasn’t the one who hit you with the basketba-Wait. What about soul mates?” He said, glancing down at his arm.
His eyes got wide for a second before he regained his composure.
“Delicate flower my ass. My soul mate is nothing but sass and pretty eyes.” He said, playfully poking your temple once more, pushing your head to the side as he smiled at you.
“Min Yoongi. Soul mate. Excellent basketball player under normal circumstances.” He said, shaking your hand. You introduced yourself just as his friend came back with an ice pack.
“Jimin, would you like to explain why you nearly killed my delicate flower of a soul mate?” Yoongi said sternly to his friend.
“Soul mate?!...Well, if I hadn’t hit her with the basketball, she would have gotten away! I was doing you both a favor!” Jimin said, his face scrunching up as he giggled and shook your hand.