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Usually, the messages that showed up on Jimin’s palm were very philosophical ideas. He loved to read them and picture what his soulmate looked like as he thought about such intricate things. Jimin would run his finger over the words in messy script. He didn’t know his soulmate’s name, but he already loved him.
Jimin woke up that morning and checked his palm before anything else. He smiled brightly at the fact that his soulmate was thinking about getting coffee around 10am. Jimin could only function if he had coffee before 8am.
His palm started tingling and new words appeared once the old ones disappeared. You get coffee so early!
Jimin giggled at his mistake and put his hand down. He stretched and yawned, scratching his head through his orange hair. He stood up and walked out of his bedroom to see his roommate laying upside down on the couch while playing a video game.
“Kim Taehyung, how in the hell do you do that?”
“I don’t know!” Taehyung yelled. “But suddenly it seems rightside up after a while!” He bit his tongue and continued slamming the buttons on his controller.
Jimin sighed and made his way to the kitchen. Their apartment was an open layout, so he could still watch Taehyung from where he was. “Tae, I have an early class today-”
“-so you’re going to get coffee. I get it. You do the same every other day, Jimin!” Taehyung paused his game and rolled off the couch, standing up and nearly falling over from the blood rushing to his head. “Whoa.”
Jimin smirked. “Alright. Are you going to see Jungkookie today?”
Taehyung grinned his biggest boxy smile at the mention of his soulmate. “Of course!”
Jimin shook his head fondly. “Tell my baby bunny I said hi.”
“As always.” Taehyung ran to the kitchen and pulled out a box of cereal. “How do you feel your chances of meeting them are today?”
Jimin sighed and reached for his own bowl. “I don’t know, Tae.” He frowned.
Taehyung rubbed his back. “I know I say this everyday, but maybe it’ll be today! Think about it, hyung! I know they’ll love your ass as much as I do.”
Jimin just smiled and ate his cereal quickly. He started to gather his things while Taehyung had barely made a dent in his own bowl. Jimin practically ran to the door and waved, yelling out a goodbye before leaving.
Jimin’s fingers were impatiently tapping on his steering wheel. He was trying to look at all three of his mirrors simultaneously, even though the cars around him have been static for what seemed like forever.
He had accepted he would be late to class about fifteen minutes ago. Now, he was irritated beyond belief. He still hadn’t gotten his coffee. There was no way he was going to class without it.
Slowly inching forward, he realized that the reason there was so much traffic was because of a multiple car crash. He hit his head against his seat, knowing he would be here for a while.
Finally, a few hours later, Jimin walked into the coffee shop with a huge frown and rolled his shoulders. The line was longer than normal since it was later in the morning. He stomped towards the line and waited, extremely ready to fight anyone that might even give him a nasty look.
While Jimin waited, his hand began to tingle. He sighed a bit in relief, knowing that his soulmate’s thoughts always calmed him. He looked down with the tiniest hint of a smile. However, when he read his palm, he only got angrier.
Whipping his head around, Jimin looked at the customers. None of them were looking at him, so he looked back down at his hand just in time for new writing to appear. Practically fuming, Jimin tried to shrug off the fact that his soulmate probably wasn’t talking about him. Whoever they were, they were checking out some other guy.
Another tingle. Jimin reluctantly looked down again, brushing over the script with his fingers. Damn. His ass looks great in those black jeans. And that orange hair. Shit. A new message appeared. He looks like a total power bottom too. He growled and stepped out of line, turning in a circle.
“Who are you?! Stop it!”
Customers froze and looked in his direction, confused. Jimin barely paid attention.
“Stop thinking about my ass! I-I’m not a power bottom!” he screamed.
Some customers gasped and he’s pretty sure he heard someone choke on their coffee. Suddenly, a tall guy with blonde hair and a confused expression stood up.
“You?!” Jimin yelled, pointing.
The guy smiled bashfully and lifted his hand in a small wave. “H-Hi.”
The shop was silent as Jimin stalked over to him. Jimin was a lot shorter than him, so he had to crane his neck to look up at the other.
“You’re my soulmate.”
The guy blinked. “Y-Yeah.”
Jimin raised his hand and hit the guy in the head. “Yah! What if I wasn’t your soulmate?! Who are you to check out other people when you know your soulmate would know!”
The guy smiled again, dimples coming out full force. “Whoops.”
Jimin looked at the guy, really looked at him, for the first time. All of his anger melted away and he softened, staring up into his face. “J-Jimin. 21.”
“Namjoon. 22.” He grinned and opened his arms. “Sorry but...can I hug you?”
Jimin let himself move closer to his soulmate and fell into the taller’s embrace. He - Namjoon - rubbed his back and sighed happily. Jimin barely registered the happy cheers around the shop as he hugged Namjoon tightly.
Jimin was still clutching the elder, his eyes closed shut like he could barely believe this was happening. “I-I’m sorry I yelled at you! I usually have my coffee by...you know… But I got stuck in traffic and I was really irritated and-”
“Shh,” Namjoon shushed him with a huge grin. “I was the one staring at your amazing ass.”
Jimin gripped Namjoon’s shirt in his fingers. “I’m the one with the amazing ass.”
“True.”
Jimin giggled and hid his face into Namjoon’s chest.
“Wanna sit down? I can go and get your coffee so you don’t kill anyone,” Namjoon offered.
“God, you’re an angel.” Jimin sighed and finally let go.
“Nah,” Namjoon laughed. “You’re the angel.”
Jimin giggled and Namjoon left to get Jimin’s coffee once the younger told him what it was. Jimin sat down at the booth Namjoon had been at and texted Taehyung immediately.
[10:20am] Taetaetaetae: you’re kidding!!! how’d you find him?!?!?>!@>!?!
[10:21am] Me: he kept thinking about my ass and mentioned orange hair, so I lost it and screamed in the middle of the cafe
[10:22am] Taetaetaetae: /I TOLD YOU HE’D LOVE YOUR ASS AS MUCH AS I DO/