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Your Touch//KSJ (1/4)

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Soulmate + Idol AU

[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

Warning: I wrote this oneshot a while ago and it's all published without editing any of it, so the plot, writing etc is trash and I absolutely hate all of it. Read at your own risk.

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You walked off of stage, the cheers of your fans echoing in your ears. You were happy, insanely happy. That had been one of your best performances yet. Surely it couldn't get any better than this!

During the performance your sleeve had slipped down and shown your black soulmate mark on your forearm. The last time it had shown, you had been faced with hate and slurs, but this time you swore you heard them cheer even harder.

You were one of the idols who knew their worth. You knew nobody could force you to hide your soulmate mark. Nobody could force you to change yourself or do something you didn't want to.

You interacted with fans a lot, and saw all that the haters were saying about you, but you didn't care. They could say whatever they wanted. But at the end of the day, you were still human after all...

"I'm gonna go get some snacks," you said to your members as you all arrived backstage and flopped onto some sofas. "Anyone want some?"

After a few shouts and requests you turned away and walked round a corner to where you knew the snack table was. Well, you thought you knew...

You ended up near some broom closet. You could hear voices nearby, so you continued walking and saw a group of boys huddled in a corner, whispering.

They weren't just any boys, they were BTS!! You heaved a sigh of relief and started walking towards them. You were on pretty good terms with all of them, but you were really good friends with Taehyung. Maybe they knew where the snack table was in this maze.

But one of them said something which made you stop in your tracks. You ran back round the corner and pressed your back against the wall. You knew you shouldn't be listening to their conversation but...

"Listen to me," you heard one of them say. "I... I hate Y/n. I hate that bitch with my whole life."

Your breath stopped short and you gripped the hem of your black shirt, twisting it round and round in your hands.

"What!?"

"No, I just hate her! I mean, come on! She's so fucking annoying! And-"

"Seokjin, don't-"

"NO, no, listen to me. You can be friends with her and shit, I honestly don't care. Just don't force me to be around her. I don't want to see her. She's so-"

"SEOKJIN!! We get it!! Just- not here. Someone might hear."

You closed your eyes and grabbed your dark purple highlights, entangling your fingers in your hair. You grit your teeth and clenched your jaw in a weak attempt to stop yourself from crying.

Sucking in sharply, you gathered yourself and looked back up. You didn't want anyone to see you break down.

Why did it affect you so much? You couldn't understand, you had received hate so many times before, why were you about to cry now of all times?? It felt like someone had wrapped their icy fingers around your heart and was crushing it slowly. It hurt. It physically hurt you.

But why? Fine, Seokjin didn't like you- hated you- so what? It wasn't like you could do anything about it.

You heard footsteps coming towards you, so you immediately started walking away. The guys wouldn't stay huddled in that corner forever, and you didn't want them to see you had been eavesdropping on them.

You heard Taehyung lightly call your name but you kept walking, acting like you hadn't heard anything. Hopefully he would think you were just some staff member, or some other idol.

You reached your members and and just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"You couldn't find the snack table?" Moon asked, brushing her blue hair aside.

"Yeah," you laughed, "This place is like a maze."

/You sat down beside Yen, who was laying down on the sofa, her blonde hair spreading out on the seat. You moved her hair away and brought your legs up to your chest, tucking them under your chin. You wrapped your arms around your knees, hugging them close to you.

"Are you feeling okay?" Keun asked you, frowning a bit. "If it's about the stage, you did great, you idiot. You don't have to be such a perfectionist all the time."

You gave her a weak smile and nodded. What else were you supposed to do?

You had all arrived at the dorms a few hours ago. It was way past midnight now, and you were the only one awake.

You were in the bottom bunk. Bamie's jet black hair hung over the side of the top bed like something out of a horror movie. You were on your phone, scrolling through the messages you got on Instagram.

You chatted to your fans a lot on Insta. It was fun having conversations with them.

You clicked on a random chat that somebody had sent a couple of seconds ago and accepted it.

Jiiiyo93: Hi

[You have accepted Jiiiyo93s request]

You: Hi!!

You: Isn't it a little late to be up? ㅋㅋ

Jiiiyo93: But you're up??

You: True... ㅠㅠ

Jiiiyo93: Can we speed this up? I wanted to talk to you about something

You: Oh, ok! What do you want to say? :D

Jiiiyo93: Bitch

Jiiiyo93: Why haven't you left Echo yet?

Jiiiyo93: You're bringing them down

Jiiiyo93: They could be so much more without you

You: ...I'm sorry

Jiiiyo93: That's it???

Jiiiyo93: You should be more than fucking sorry for trying to steal my soulmate

Jiiiyo93: He'll never love you

You: I don't know what you're talking about?

You: I haven't even met my soulmate yet

Jiiiyo93: Isn't it obvious who it is?!??

Jiiiyo93: You really are as dumb as you look

You: I don't know what you're talking about

You: And if he's my soulmate then aren't you the one trying to steal him?

Jiiiyo93: Don't act clever with me

Jiiiyo93: Literally everyone knows who it is

Jiiiyo93: You should go kill yourself

Jiiiyo93: You're so fucking annoying. Every time I hear your voice I want to rip my ears out and your looks?? Don't even get me fucking started on what an eyesore you are

Jiiiyo93: I bet your soulmate hates you

You: I know...

You: I'm sorry

[Jiiiyo3 has ended the conversation]

Your hands were shaking as you put down the phone. 'I bet your soulmate hates you.'

'I bet your soulmate hates you'

No, it couldn't be...

It felt like someone had taken a hold of your heart and was choking it, your breath hitched as you thought about him.

You grabbed your phone again and opened up your browser. With shaking fingers you searched [Who is Y/n's soulmate?]

It couldn't be. It couldn't be it couldn't be it couldn't be.

You knew for a fact that the Internet had some of the best sleuths. You had experienced that first hand after somebody had figured out where your soulmate mark was.

There were tons of questions and answers about this. You were actually kind of surprised...

You clicked on a link and started to go through the answers.

[Answered by Kyuni28]

Honestly? I think her soulmate is Seokjin. It makes sense, just listen to me.

Soulmates have some chemistry and their personalities are usually similar, and if they aren't they're based in a way that it'd be easy for them to get along.

Seokjin is a fun person who knows how to joke around and make you smile

Y/n is someone who is comfortable to be around, and you automatically want to be friends with

Y/n has mentioned before she CRAVES hugs and physical affection

Seokjin has said he wouldn't mind being physically affectionate with his soulmate

Soulmates usually have some similarities aswell. For example:

They're both fun, protective, caring people who hate getting into fights and if they love someone they'll protect them with their whole heart.

There's so much more I could put here, but the answer would be too long so I'll finish off with one more thing.

Have you seen their soulmate marks? It's like they're meant to be together!!

Y/n has one on her forearm which kind of looks like the shadow of a hand. Seokjin's is on his hand!! And if you look closely at Y/n's, it looks like the imprint of someone grabbing her arm. And if you look at Seokjin's it's kind of bent, if you get what I'm saying. Curved?? Like he's going to grab his soulmate by the arm or something.

You stopped reading. This... couldn't be true!! It just... it couldn't be! What would one person on the Internet know, right?

You scrolled through some more answers and each of them said the same thing, each of them giving more convincing arguments than the last.

You went back to the search bar and started typing again.

[What happens if your soulmate hates you?]

You couldn't find an exact answer to what you were looking for, but you found something similar.

Soulmates tend to be a lot more emotional with each other, for instance, when they fight. If someone says "I hate you", any normal person would obviously feel sad, but for Soulmates it'll feek as if their heart is being ripped apart, or at the very least they'll feel a sort of physical pain in their heart.

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"No..." you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks. You shook your head and wiped them away. "It can't be..."

You threw your head back on your pillow and tried to remember if you two had ever touched. Surely you must have brushed hands... bumped arms?

But the more you thought about it, the more you realized they may be right. You two had actually gotten along before, but what had happened? Had you done something wrong? Why did he hate you?

You cried yourself to sleep that night. All you had wanted was a soulmate, a lover, who would love you as much as you loved them. And now you couldn't even have that.

Jihye looked at her phone screen.

[You have ended the conversation with <Y/n>]

She smirked and turned it off. She hadn't thought Y/n would actually reply to her.

Her doorbell rung and she jumped up off of the bed. She ran towards the door and threw it open to reveal a man standing there. His face was covered with a mask and a cap pulled down low.

She pulled him inside and flung her arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him tight. He laughed and pulled her closer.

Jihye pulled his mask down and kissed his cheek.

"Why did you ask me to come in the middle of the night?" He asked.

"I missed you, Jinnie! Can't I call you whenever I want?" She pouted.

"I can't stay here long, I think Dispatch are onto us." He whispered.

"I won't keep you here long," she whispered back. "Now let's go have some fun."

She took his hat off and pulled him towards her room.

They fell asleep in each others arms.

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Tw// attempted suicide, blood

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Keun shook you awake, her short brown hair brushing over her face.

"Wake up, you idiot! Bamie, help me!!"

Normally you were a very light sleeper and got up as soon as someone called your name, but today you just wanted to curl up in bed and stay there.

"GET UP!!" Bamie shouted, hitting you with a book. "YOU'RE AN MC YOU IDIOT!! YOU HAVE TO ARRIVE THERE EARLY!!"

MC? Oh no...

You jumped out of bed, stumbling over your feet. You couldn't be late for this. You ran towards your closet and picked out some hoodie and jeans. You threw them on and hopped around trying to shove your shoes on. You could change into your other clothes in the changing room over there.

"Finally!!" Keun shouted at you.

You had no time to respond and instead ran out of your dorms to a black car waiting for you with Moon inside.

"I'm sorry!!" You wheezed as you sat inside. You pulled a cap low over your face and put on a black mask. Moon shook her head and sighed.

The car started moving and you slumped back in the seat. Hopefully you'd get there on time.

You had arrived just in the nick of time.

Your stylist had given you some clothes, not a dress but some black jeans with some shirt fit for an idol. You also had a long leather jacket, extra wide at the bottom where it reached your ankles. You didn't pay attention to the finer details like you usually did, all you could think about was getting your lines right.

The stylist had somehow managed to tame your messy hair. It was less purple than before, but the mix of black and purple didn't necessarily look bad.

Everything had gone smoothly, and nobody could tell you had just woken up a few minutes before coming here.

As the camera stopped recording you stretched your arms out and yawned. You really should've gone to sleep earlier.

It was only now that you weren't half asleep anymore you realized who you were MC'ing with. Jihoon and... Seokjin.

You all walked backstage. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple of times, your eyes watering.

Jihoon followed his manager into another room, and you were left in the room with Seokjin. You couldn't help but wonder if Seokjin knew that you two might be soulmates.

'Of course he doesn't you idiot! What does the internet know anyway? You're being stupid.'

Looking up, you noticed him looking down at you with a certain snarl on his face. You looked away and shook your head, trying to act as if you hadn't seen anything.

You walked towards your changing room. Thumping down in a chair, you took out your phone. One of your members would be picking you up, but they might take a while. You opened your Twitter and started scrolling.

Usually your feed was full of posts about your group, and it wasn't uncommon for there to be posts about other idols. You, being a huge fangirl, liked as many of them as possible.

This day was no different, but with one exception. It seemed your hate accounts were a lot more active recently. As you scrolled your brows became more and more furrowed. There were all these posts pointing out all your flaws and asking you to leave the group.

One post had a link on it. Being the usual curious person you are, you clicked on it. Your screen was immediately filled with pictures of red slashes drawn across your face, death threats and petitions for you to leave the group littered here and there. All around your pictures there were extremely realistic drawings and pictures of you choking or being killed. Someone had taken the time to draw these... they had hated you so much they spent their time and effort to make these. If someone would spend that much time doing something against you then you must really be doing something wrong. For people to hate you this badly...

You swallowed the bile rising in your mouth and turned away, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. You shook your head, almost violently, trying to get those pictures out of your head. You couldn't let them get to you. You used to avidly respond to the haters, commenting on their posts, but today you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

You heard the door open and looked up. Moon stood in the doorway with Yen.

"Ready?" Moon asked. You nodded and stood up, brushing yourself slightly, though you had no dust on yourself.

You walked out with them and got into your car. Yen stuck to you like bubblegum, rambling about what a great MC you were. You could honestly see how much of a better Maknae she would be. It was kind of weird that you were a year younger than her.

But even she couldn't take your mind over that post for long. Your mind kept drifting to those few lines you had seen: 'Don't you wish she would just jump off a bridge or something. If she just killed herself nobody would have to deal with her again, imagine how relieved her soulmate would be.'

You didn't want to agree with them. You didn't, you didn't, you didn't.

But you did.

Weeks passed

Months passed

Things had gotten worse. Much worse.

Echo was going to hold a concert, but you had overworked yourself. You practiced more than all your members combined. You were more strict on yourself, more harsh.

The result? A broken ankle.

You could mostly walk fine, but you weren't allowed to dance for a while. You had to go through the concerts sitting down on a chair and singing while your members danced around you. After every concert you would cry alone in the changing room.

Sometimes when you would walk or try to stand up, your ankle would collapse under you. Every single time you got more and more frustrated with yourself.

If anyone asked, you would say you were fine. You were okay. You'd get through it like you always did. Being a burden. Stopping everything from going smoothly. Just ruining everything.

You weren't really the same, but your fans didn't seem to notice. Or at least that was what you thought.

Your thoughts grew darker. Whenever you opened any app your eyes skimmed past the positive posts straight to the negative ones. They were all you saw.

From your point of view you were improving yourself by listening to what they had to say, fixing your flaws.

From a realistic point of view you were destroying yourself. You were breaking yourself more than the haters could ever have done.

The soulmate thing hit you even harder. You had always thought that as long as you got through it one day you'd have someone who truly loved you and support you, contrary to what those haters said, but your dreams had been shattered.

You loved your members, you truly did. But that was the problem. You thought if you erased yourself it would be better for the group, that they would have a happier life without you to drag them down by ruining their performances, their songs, just being a burden.

Of course, you never told any of them this. You didn't want to annoy them any further, but in the end that may have been the reason for your downfall.

You were one of the hosts on a variety show where lots of idols would come and you would hold conversations with them.

One day when the cameras stopped rolling and everyone dispersed, you opened your phone. You went on your messages and all you could see as you scrolled down were messages sent by haters. They weren't the normal messages asking you to leave the group, no, these were asking you to kill yourself.

You poked your cheek with your tongue, deep in thought. You went to your feed and saw the same thing.

It wasn't a secret that you were one of the most hated idols, but nobody actually knew how much hate you got.

You looked around. All the staff had gone home, all the idols had gone too. You had told your members you would be going home yourself today, but you were starting to change your mind.

You didn't have to go home today. You didn't have to deal with any of this anymore. You would just do one thing, and all of this would end.

You stood up and stashed your phone into the pocket of your hoodie. Spying some stairs around a corner, you realized the studio was on the top floor, right below the roof.

You ran up the stairs, impatient to get this over with. You drew back the bolt on the door and shoved it open with your shoulder. As you stepped outside you were hit with a rush of cold air. Even so, you took your hoodie off with your phone inside. If anyone found it, they would find the messages you had been looking at and understand.

You stood there at the edge of the roof in you T-shirt, shivering. Did you really want to do this?

"YES!!" your mind screamed. You had to do it before you changed your mind. It was now or never. You were doing this for your group and your fans. It was fine, you told yourself. Everything was fine.

Your breath shook and tears started rolling down. With one last look at the sky, you jumped.

Seokjin walked out of the bathroom. He knew he should head back to the dorms quickly because it was getting late.

He shivered as a soft breeze drifted past him. But he was still inside the studio where they had shot the show, so where was the breeze coming from?

He looked at the stairs and frowned. Someone must have left the door open. Since he was the only one left he would have to close it now. He groaned and ran up the stairs two at a time, thinking he should get this over with quickly.

As he got to the door he gripped the handle and started closing it, but on the roof there lay a hoodie, thrown away carelessly. He frowned, he recognized it from somewhere.

He walked out and saw a girl standing on the edge of the roof. He watched in horror as she took her feet off the ground and jumped.

"NO!!" He heard himself scream.

He ran forward. She twisted around when she heard his footsteps. Her eyes widened as he reached out to grab her arm. He let out a small shout when he saw who she was. Y/n.

And he was going to touch her soulmate mark.

Time really seemed to slow down as he reached out for her, the black part of his hand coming so close to touching that black mark on her forearm. A sudden realization hit him. It hit hard. They were soulmates

You didn't know what you were doing. In a sudden reflex you twisted your arm away from him and he grabbed your wrist instead. He pulled you back, but you screamed and he let go. You landed sprawled on the roof next to his feet, clutching your wrist. Tears came out hot and fast as you closed your eyes.

Seokjin didn't understand. He was sure you two were soulmates. He had felt it. He had felt it. Right before he touched you it felt as if his heart had burst, there was no way you two weren't soulmates.

But then why had he touched your wrist instead? Were you not-

You let out a muffled sob and only now did he look down. Blood was running down your arm, thick and fast. You were clutching your wrist where he had touched you.

Seokjin tried to control the panic rising inside of him. He crouched down next to you, but he didn't know what to do. He had no idea where the blood had come from, but the least he could do was help.

He tried to touch your arm, but no sooner had his fingertips brushed your skin, cuts started forming where his skin had touched just seconds ago. You recoiled away from him, desperately trying to stop the flow of blood.

Seokjin was confused. He knew that when soulmates first touched each other, their marks sprouted into different colors, but this? Cuts appearing whenever he touched you? This wasn't normal.

He knew there was a med kit in the closet downstairs. He could help stop the bleeding and patch you up, he just needed to get you down there first.

He shook his sleeves and stretched them over his hands. He tapped you on the shoulder and looked you in the eyes.

"You need to go downstairs," he said softly, "There's a med kit and I can help stop the bleeding. You need to calm down, okay? It'll be alright."

You wiped away your tears furiously with your other arm. You nodded and he pulled his sleeves further over his hands so he wouldn't touch your skin. Then he lightly grabbed your arm to help you up.

As soon as you stood up your ankle collapsed under you and you fell. Seokjin caught you in his arms, his sleeves stopping your skin from touching.

"Your ankle..." he whispered. "I'll help you-"

"I'm fine." You muttered through gritted teeth. You wrenched yourself out of his grip and grabbed your hoodie with your phone inside. You steadied yourself and walked down the stairs. Unknown to you Seokjin was behind you with an arm extended, ready to catch you in case you fell.

You heard him lock the door and continued walking, wiping away your tears even more viciously than before. You muffled the sobs that threatened to come out and tried to pretend your wrist didn't hurt as much as it really did.

Seokjin opened the closet and took out the med kit while you washed all the blood off of your arm. You looked in the mirror and realized in your haste you had wiped your tears with your bloody arm. There was blood smeared across your nose, and your eyes were puffed up. Wisps of hair fell across your face, covering your eyes. You looked pathetic.

The cuts on your arm where Seokjin had touched you stung. Only you knew why this was happening. You had heard about it before but didn't know if it was true. It made you cry even harder. You two really were soulmates, but you had fucked up. You had fucked up bad.

You walked out of the bathroom with a less bloody face and (hopefully) less puffed up eyes. Seokjin lightly gripped your arm, making you flinch away.

"It's okay," He said, "I have gloves on. You won't get hurt."

He showed you the blue gloves covering his hands and you gingerly put your arm forward, letting him touch it with the gloves on.

You two sat down and he started cleaning up the cuts. He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw the ones on your wrist.

"They're deep," he told you as you sat there awkwardly. "I'll do as much as I can now but it's better if you get them checked by an actual doctor later, or at least your manager."

You nodded and looked away. A few days ago he had been looking at you with disgust, and here he was helping you. It confused you and made you more nervous than it should've done.

When he finished you got up straight away and started walking, but he stopped you, blocking your way.

"Wait, you're just gonna leave?" He asked.

"Well, that was my plan, yes," you mumbled.

"But..."

He was going to ask you about what happened on the rooftop, wasn't he? About why you had tried to-

You didn't want to talk about that. You looked down and held your arm, hoping he would just let you go.

He shook his head, it seemed he changed his mind last minute.

"What about this?" He asked, showing his soulmate mark on his hand. "Are we soulmates or not?"

"We are."

"Then how come whenever I touch you you get cut!? And our marks- look at them! They haven't changed, and how can we be soulmates if I touched your wrist, not your mark-?"

"I can't explain everything tonight." You kept your gaze on the floor, trying to stop yourself from sobbing. "I'll explain tomorrow, just... let me go home."

He looked like he wanted to say something else, but stopped himself. He moved out of your way and let you walk past.

"Wait!" He called after you, turning around. "How are you going to get home?"

You froze. You hadn't thought about that. At first you were going to get a taxi, but it was so late you weren't sure if it was safe to get one anymore.

"I can drop you," you heard him mutter.

You honestly had no other choice. You nodded and he guided you towards his car.

Once you reached your dorms you nodded a small thanks and walked away quickly, pulling your hoodie low over your face.

As you had expected, your members crowded around you, asking what had taken so long. You made excuses, like you always did. Saying you had got caught up talking to a friend, they had dropped you off.

They somewhat believed you, and you were finally allowed to go back to your room (you guys had since removed the bunk beds and you all had your own rooms).

You couldn't sleep that night. You kept picking at the bandages on your wrist.

As you lay there looking up at the ceiling, you realized you were glad he had stopped you. You thought about your members faces when you returned home so late. They cared. Even if no one else did, they cared.

Your friends, your family, how would they react if they knew what you had tried to do tonight? If you couldn't stay for yourself... surely you could stay for them?

You stood up and walked out of your room, into one of your Moon's room. She didn't ask too many questions, and you didn't want to explain right now.

"Moon?" You whispered, cracking the door open.

"Hm?" She grunted sleepily.

"Can I sleep with you?"

"Nightmare?"

"Something like that."

You saw her nod in the darkness, and jumped onto her bed. This wasn't unusual for you, since you were the maknae. You had slept with the many times before when you had recurring nightmares, it was just that tonight was different.

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[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

This story is so cringy istg

Welp. Thanks for reading my trashy story. The next part will be out I don't know when.

(Warning: Angst is not my thing but I tried and it ended up like... this.)

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The next day Seokjin lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't help but think about the day before, and think about Y/n.

All the things he had heard about Y/n, all the thoughts he had about her, they all seemed to disappear the night before as he pulled her away from the ledge.

He couldn't help but wonder, did Jihye really tell him the truth? Everything she told him, there was no way Y/n actually did any of that. Of course he couldn't judge Y/n based on one night, but she looked so helpless that night. She didn't seem as if she'd be able to hurt someone smaller than her, let alone someone feisty like Jihye.

He sighed and rolled over. He didn't want to think about this so early in the morning. He'd ask Jihye about it later.

He heard notification ring on his phone. He grabbed it off of the table and clicked on it.

[(2) messages from Jihye❤]

Jihye❤: Have a good day today Jinnie~

Jihye❤: I love you~

You: I love you too

He turned his phone off and put it back on the table. Her messages didn't make his heart flutter anymore. The thought that she might have lied to him about everything... it ate him up inside.

He shook his head frantically. He reminded himself to ask her later, there was no point in wondering about it now.

He thought about how he and Y/n used to be friends. His heart seemed to twist the more thought about it. He smiled unconsciously, thinking about everything. His heart was fluttering as he remembering how she smiled when they surprised her on her birthday years ago.

But then...

He was hit with a realization. He had been in love.

All those years ago, when everyone he had seen her, he thought that what he had been feeling was normal. He thought it was normal for friends to feel that way to each other. He had asked Taehyung about it once, who had simply responded with "No, I don't have a crush on her...? She's just my friend."

He had assumed Taehyung was just being his weird self, but if he was the only one who felt that was about Y/n at the time...

He groaned and covered his eyes. Well, there was nothing he could do now.

He got out of bed. Stretching, he realized he didn't have Y/n's number, so how was he supposed to ask her about the soulmate thing? He did know someone who had her number, but he wasn't sure he would give it to him.

He went out of his room and looked around. Sure enough, Taehyung was on the sofa scrolling on his phone. Seokjin approached him a little warily, not sure how to ask him for what he wanted.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked, smiling up at Seokjin. Seokjin had been trying to creep up behind him.

Seokjin hesitated, then just decided to go for it.

"Taehyung, do you have Y/n's number?"

Taehyung's smile vanished and Seokjin felt bad. Obviously Taehyung still remembered what Seokjin had said about Y/n nearly a year ago, of course he would be hesitant to give her number to him.

"Why do you want it?"

"I just need it. Please, Taehyung."

"Answer my question."

Seokjin didn't know what he should say. How could he explain everything to Taehyung?

"Yesterday... me and Y/n talked. She told me that she would tell me something today, but I don't have her number."

Taehyung raised his eyebrow at him. "And you're telling the truth?"

"Yes, Taehyung, why wouldn't I be? Just trust me, please. I need her number."

Taehyung looked hesitant, but something about Seokjin's plea must have struck him, because suddenly he had pulled out her contact and was showing it to Seokjin.

"Don't say anything weird to her, okay? We haven't talked in a while but... I'm not sure she's okay. I want to talk to her myself but I don't know if I'd be annoying her or not."

Seokjin remembered what happened last night. He wasn't sure if Taehyung should know. For now he'd keep it a secret...

He thanked Taehyung and saved the number in his phone. He wasn't sure if she was free, but it wouldn't hurt to text her, right?

You: Hello, is this Y/n?

???: Who is this?

He paused. Was this really Y/n? Did Taehyung give him a wrong number? Had she changed her number? He couldn't risk telling a stranger who he was.

You: We talked last night

???: Give me your name

You: I can't do that...

???: Which Y/n are you looking for?

You: The idol? Part of a group called Echo, she's the maknae.

It was only now Seokjin realized how weird this must be. Y/n probably thought he was some crazed fan who got her number, no wonder she was pretending

It was a clever strategy now that he thought about it.

???: You've got the wrong person

You: This is seokjin!!

???: ...

You: Last night we met at the rooftop

You: You told me you'd explain something to me

???: OHHHH

???: I'm sorry, I always do that

You: Thank god

[Successfully changed ???'s name to Y/n]

Y/n: It's a bit hard to explain over text...

You: Then should we meet up?

Y/n: I would... but Dispatch is a bitch

You: ㅋㅋ yeah

You: I'm filming for a drama today. You could come visit once the filming's finished. Reporters aren't allowed back there

Y/n: Sure

Seokjin sent her the details and time, then closed his phone. He would have to go now otherwise he would be late for filming.

You put down your phone with shaking hands. How were you supposed to explain everything to him? You supposed Taehyung had given him your number. You hadn't talked to Taehyung in a while, so you couldn't help but wonder how he was doing.

Wait...

You opened the message again and looked at what Seokjin had sent. Drama?? HE WAS FILMING FOR A DRAMA!?

You inner fangirl was coming out and you gripped the phone hard. He was filming for a drama. No matter how much he hated you, you'd always be a huge fangirl, and all you could think about was actor Seokjin was coming!! You had been waiting for this ever since they debuted!

Moon had woken up beside you. At first she looked confused as to why you were there, but then she remembered what happened last night. You smiled innocently at her and she rolled her eyes. But she seemed to soften a little and she turned her head towards you.

"So did you have a nightmare last night?"

"Kind of..."

She frowned. You used to have horrible nightmares when you were trainees, and they continued when you first debuted. After a while they had stopped, but Moon was worried you were having them again.

You wanted to reassure her that you weren't having nightmares, but you didn't really know what to say.

"I didn't have a nightmare. I just... wanted to sleep with someone."

That wasn't entirely a lie. You were a very cuddly person, kind of like a koala, so it wasn't suspicious or anything.

"And why did you choose me?" Moon asked

"Cause you ask the least questions. Or at least I thought you did..."

"Come on," she said, getting up. "Let's go eat something."

She pulled you up and you followed after her into the kitchen.

You had to stop yourself from telling them about actor Seokjin, no matter how excited you were.

It was getting closer to the time Seokjin had sent you to meet him. Your hands were shaking. How were you supposed to explain everything to him? You asked Bamie for the car keys and told her you were going to meet one of your friends.

"But your ankle?" She asked.

"That's why I'm going in the car. You really think my ankle can't take it?"

She hesitantly gave you the keys and you sprinted outside (which would earn you a scolding from Bamie after you came back). Getting in the car, you drove to the location he told you about.

You parked the car and headed inside the building. There were staff rushing everywhere. Some of them peered curiously at you, making you pull your hat down even lower over your face.

You followed a staff member who was holding a a camera, and sure enough he led you to a place where they were filming Seokjin for something. Right now it didn't look like anything important was going on, they were just shooting some promotion pictures.

Seokjin caught your eye and waved you over. The manager told everyone to take a break and Seokjin walked towards you.

He looked like he was going to shake your hand, but he saw the bandages on your wrist and remembered what had happened last night.

"How are you?" he asked a little awkwardly. "Have your cuts healed?"

"Fine, and yeah my cuts don't hurt anymore I guess..."

You both sat down out of earshot of the staff, and you tried your best to explain. Truthfully, you could've told him all this over the phone, but you had your own question you wanted to ask.

"You must be wondering about the cuts, right?"

He nodded.

"I... I read about this online so I don't know if it's accurate, but when two soulmates don't touch each others marks, this happens."

"Cuts appear?"

"Mhm."

"But why? It was an accident, right? And why isn't it happening to me too?" Seokjin became more and more frustrated. "It's not fair that only you get hurt."

"...it wasn't an accident. I moved away on purpose."

"What?" Seokjin stared at you, confused, and though he wouldn't admit it, a little hurt. "Why would you do that?"

"It was kind of a reflex. I... I did it because..." You closed your eyes. "To answer that first I need to ask you my own question."

Seokjin hesitated, but he felt it was only fair. "Okay," he said. "Go ahead."

"Why did you save me? I thought you hated me."

It felt as if he had gotten punched in the gut. He was lost for words, what was he supposed to say to that?

"Why... Why would you think that?" It came out less than a whisper.

You swallowed thickly and spoke. "I heard you. I know it's kind of pathetic that I'm keeping a grudge on something that happened nearly a year ago, but backstage at an award show, I heard you. I- I thought you didn't want anything to do with me, and I didn't want to annoy you so I tried to keep out of your way. So when you tried to grab me on the roof my first thought was to twist away and- well, you know."

Seokjin could do nothing but stare at her. Never, never in a million years did he ever think she could have heard that. He wanted to scream at himself.

'Why would I say that? Why would I say that when she could've heard me? Why am I such an idiot!?'

"Y/n..." he whispered, covering his eyes with the palm of his hands.

You didn't hear him. "I'm sorry if I've ever done anything to you. I just-"

"Y/n," he repeated, a bit louder this time. "It's not your fault."

You looked up at him. "Then why...?"

There was a reason to why he had hated her. But he was starting to doubt it.

"Do you know Jihye?" He wanted to know if what she had told him about Y/n was true.

You face fell and you looked away, closing your eyes.

"Yeah, I know her. We collaborated with her once."

"Were you on good terms?"

You hesitated. "Would you believe me if I told you the truth?"

Seokjin studied your face carefully. You didn't look like you were about to lie to him. He decided to trust you, just this once.

"Of course."

"She hated me," you spat out. "I don't know why, I had never met her before that, but she had it in for me. Ridiculed me, hurt me, promised that she'd make my life hell in every way possible. She stole my lyrics and passed them off as her own, and then claimed I had tried to steal them from her. I'm sure she was insane because she promised me she would make sure my soulmate never loves me, and that he already loved her..." you voice trailed off.

Your eyes widened in realization and you turned around to face Seokjin. The look on his face was pure shock. He slowly shook his head after you finished speaking and stood up.

"You can't be serious."

You didn't answer him and stood up as well, looking up at him.

"You're dating her aren't you?" You breath was becoming a little shaky as you spoke. "What has she told you about me?"

"Exactly what you just told me, and- and more..." he opened his mouth as if he was going to say something and closed it again, stepping away. "Who am I supposed to believe? How do I know you're not lying?"

You looked down. Jihye was right. She really could take everything away from you. For a second you thought you really could have a soulmate who loves you, but she had taken that away from you too.

"Forget I said anything." You started walking away as Seokjin stood there, not sure what to do.

No wonder Seokjin hated you, Jihye had been telling him lies all this time. She had taken your lyrics, your reputation, and now your soulmate.

You had already started driving away when Seokjin came to his senses and realized what had happened. He told his manager he was going and then got into his own car.

He drove towards Jihye's place. When he reached he parked his car outside and hurried out, ringing the doorbell.

She opened the door and looked up at him, a bright smile on her face. It soon vanished, however, when she saw his cold expression. She brought him inside, laughing nervously.

"Why are you here, Jinnie?"

"Jihye, everything you've ever told me about Y/n, is it all true?"

She laughed nervously. "Of course it is, Jin-"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and locked eyes with her. "Promise me. Promise me you weren't lying, and that this whole time I haven't been trusting you in vain."

"I promise." She held his hands in hers. "I promise, everything I told you was the truth."

Her eyes never once wavered from his. Seokjin wanted to believe her. He really did.

"What if I told you Y/n was my soulmate? What would you say to that?"

"Well... it's not like you love her. You love me, don't you?"

Seokjin bit his lip. "I- I do, Jihye, but I don't know if you've been lying to me or not."

"Why would I lie to you, Jin!? And even if Y/n is your soulmate, after everything she's done, would you still-?"

"Of course not," Seokjin whispered.

"I love you," Jihye said suddenly, hugging Seokjin tightly. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her and returned the embrace.

"Oh! That reminds me," she chirped. "I've got something to show you. Wait here."

She ran into her room and Seokjin could hear her scuffling about. He couldn't help but feel like she had changed the subject a little too quickly.

He heard a phone ding and immediately started searching for his own, but realized it wasn't his making the sounds. He looked over on the sofa and saw Jihyes phone laying there, her screen lighting up from the notifications.

He knew he shouldn't intrude her privacy, and he wasn't going to, until he saw who sent it. He struggled with himself for a second, then picked up her phone.

[You have received (7) messages from Y/n]

He shot a glance towards the doorway of her room and clicked on the notification.

Y/n: You've won

Y/n: Is that what you wanted to hear me say?

Y/n: You won, Jihye

Y/n: You've taken my reputation, half of my career, and now my soulmate

Y/n: I hope you're happy

Y/n: I have one request, treat Seokjin well. He didn't ask to be fucking manipulated by you

Y/n: Whatever you said to him, it worked. Just stop with the blackmail, you've already got everything you wanted

Seokjin scrolled further up the chat and saw... everything. Y/n had been telling the truth. Jihye had been taking her lyrics, blackmailing her, and a number of other things.

Jihye reappeared into the room, bouncing happily. She saw Seokjin holding her phone and glaring at her, and froze.

"Jinnie, what are you doing on my phone?"

"You did lie to me," he whispered. "What have you been doing to Y/n?"

Jihye's expression changed. Her smile was wiped off her face, and her mouth turned into a kind of snarl.

"Well, why do you care anyway? It's just Y/n, and it's not like you've been the nicest to her either. Why are you shifting all the blame to me?"

"You made me hate her!! I believed you, and look where that got me!!

She scoffed. "It got you a beautiful girlfriend, didn't it?"

He opened his mouth but he isn't know what to say. He was so mad at her, he just- he didn't know what he would do.

"I'm breaking up with you," he said simply and started walking out.

"What!?" She grabbed his arm. "You can't just do that-"

"I can and I have." He pulled her hand away. "At least Y/n didn't fucking trick me into wanting to love her."

He walked out and slammed the door behind him. Getting into his car, he started driving towards Y/n's dorm. When he got there he jumped out of the car and ran up to the door of her place.

He knocked on the door and was greeted by Keun. "What are you doing here...?" She asked.

"Can I talk to Y/n?"

She slowly let him in and he ran towards where your room was. (It wasn't hard to find since you had pasted your name on it)

He opened the door a crack and saw you sitting with your legs crossed on your bed. He couldn't exactly make out what you were doing, from there it just looked like you were staring at your fingers. He opened the door a bit more and walked in. You looked up at him, confused.

"Sorry...?" He mumbled, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have believed her without proof I'm so-"

"Don't be," you interrupted. "How did you find out?"

"I saw the messages you sent her." He gestured towards the phone laying next to you. You looked up at him with a slightly parted mouth, you didn't think he was the one reading them.

"Can we talk?" He asked. You nodded and moved up on the bed, letting him sit down next to you.

You two talked until the sun went down. By the time Seokjin realized he had to go home, you had already fallen in love.

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Soulmate + Idol AU

[Everybody has a black mark on their body where their soulmate will touch them for the first time. When your soulmate touches you both your marks burst into different colors. Only one problem, your soulmate hates you]

FINALLY THE END. I wrote this oneshot a while ago and I uploaded these without really editing the story, and it's only now I'm realising god this is so dumb.

This is one of, if not, my least favourite oneshots so i'm glad this is over. I really should've worked on their love story instead of just- ("I know I talked shit about you but I love you" "I love you too")

So for my sake just pretend they actually had a valid reason to fall in love and pretend I'm a good writer, thank you

And get ready for a cliché as hell ending

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How long had it been since that roof incident?

A month? Two? Three? Six? Yeah, six sounds about right.

Six months had passed since you two had found out you were soulmates. Six months since you had fallen in love. And six months since you two had found out you couldn't touch each other (and believe me, you had tried)

Occasionally you two would get excited and think, 'Maybe it'll work this time?'

And you'd always end up with a bloody arm

Seokjin's drama had been postponed because they couldn't find a good female lead. You two had been set to collaborate on some project, but that also had to be postponed since you couldn't touch each other.

You had started talking to Taehyung again, and he was ecstatic. Jihye hadn't tried to talk to you again, much to your relief.

Now back to the present. Another award show.

Seokjin was standing backstage, shifting from foot to foot nervously. Suddenly, he felt someone slip their hand into his. He looked down, frowning, and saw you standing there.

He jumped back immediately, remembering the cuts that appeared every time he touched you. He looked down, panicking, to see if any cuts had appeared, only to find that you were wearing tight black gloves.

"They're part of the performance," you smiled, taking his hand again. "Cool, right?"

"Yeah," he breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing your hand.

You heard footsteps pattering down the hallway, and you two were forced to break apart. You stood side by side, talking calmly when Taehyung walked in. He smirked, seeing you two alone.

"Are you two dating?" He asked for the hundredth time that week.

You rolled your eyes at him and Seokjin ruffled his hair. "Don't ask weird questions," he laughed, catching your eye.

Time skip~

After the performances your group was talking with BTS, both of you waiting for your managers to come in their cars. You were talking to Jungkook, when someone you recognized as Seokjin's manager for his drama, approached you.

Jungkook stepped a little away, letting you two talk in peace, but he watched you two talking, too curious to look away.

"Hi, I'm Seokjins manager for his drama, as you may know." You nodded as he spoke. "We've been looking for a female lead, how would you like to audition. Currently there's one other candidate for the audition, Yoon Jihye, but personally I think you could beat her. So, how about it?"

You stood there in shock. Everyone around you had gone silent aswell, listening to your conversation. You didn't know what to say. "I..."

The manager smiled. "Think about it." He gave you his business card and walked away.

Once he was out of earshot everyone else crowded around you, cheering.

"DO IT!!" Yen screamed in your ear. "YOU COULD BE THE FEMALE LEAD WITH SEOKJIN!! YOU HAVE TO DO IT!!"

The only person who didn't look as excited was Seokjin. He was standing a little away from the group. When he caught your eye he gave a weak smile and looked away.

Later that night as you lay in bed, you got a call from Seokjin. You picked it up as soon as it started ringing.

"Seokjin?"

"Hi, Y/n, yeah..."

"Why are you calling so late?"

"Uhh... no specific reason. I just... wanted to talk?"

"About the drama right?"

"...yeah"

"What's wrong? You looked worried back there"

"It's just... Do you really want the get the part?"

"Yes!"

"There are a lot of parts where the two main leads touch each other. And... you know... we can't really do that..."

"Ah... There must be some way around it, right?"

"I don't know, Y/n, I want you to get the part aswell, I'm just... I'm worried. I don't want you to get hurt because of a stupid drama."

"But if I don't get the part, then Jihye will, and-"

"I can deal with her"

"And I can deal with the cuts"

"NO, that's different"

"Not really"

"IT IS!! I'm not letting you do it if you get hurt"

"And how are you gonna stop me?"

"Y/n... Please, I'm worried"

"It's fine, I'll find some way around it"

"Are you sure?"

"We'll do this somehow"

"I promise"

"Okay..."

"I love you"

"I love you too"

Seokjin ended the call.

You rubbed your arm nervously. You were determined to find some way around it, you didn't care what you had to do.

The next day, you two met in the BigHit building.

"I've changed my mind," he said. "I don't want you to go for the drama."

"Seokjin-"

"No, you can't! There's no way you'd be able to do it without-"

Another voice interrupted. "Why not?"

You both turned around to look at Taehyung.

"Why not?" He repeated, glaring at Seokjin. "Why can't she act in the drama?"

You stepped forward and grabbed his arm lightly. "Taehyung, you don't understand-"

"Then make me understand. Why doesn't he want you to act in the drama with him?"

You and Seokjin exchanged glances, and with one nod you grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him into another room. You locked the door behind the three of you and Seokjin grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders. "Taehyung, listen to me. Me and Y/n are soulmates."

"Really?" Taehyung stared down at Seokjin's black soulmate mark skeptically. "So why hasn't your soulmate mark changed colors?"

You walked over to Seokjin and extended your arm, pulling back your sleeve.

"We can't touch each other, otherwise..." you looked at Seokjin.

Seokjin shook his head. "No, I'm not touching you. You'll get hurt-"

"It's only one cut, just do it quickly."

He hesitantly brushed your arm with his hand, and cuts immediately started appearing. They seemed to extend and wrap around your arm like vines. Blood trickled down your forearm, dripping to the floor.

"What the fuck?" Taehyung whisper-screamed. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your arm towards himself, getting a better look at the damage. Seokjin couldn't help but envy him, he was able to touch you without the fear of hurting you. He wished he could do the same...

"Why is this happening?" Taehyung asked as you went to the washroom to wash the blood off.

"It happens when soulmates don't touch each others marks when they first touch," Seokjin explained.

Taehyung seemed to be lost in thought for a bit then,

"Y/n's not doing the drama," he said firmly.

"WHAT!?" You screamed from the washroom. You ran out and glared at both of them. "You can't stop me."

"You can't!!" Seokjin urged. "You'll get hurt, and how are you going to explain to the manager where all the injuries keep coming from?"

"Exactly!" Taehyung backed him up. "You can't do it!"

You looked from Taehyung to Seokjin. They really weren't gonna let you do this...

You sighed in defeat. "Fine."

You stormed out of the room, leaving Taehyung and Seokjin in the room together. They stared at each other, wondering what they should do.

"I still can't believe this is happening," Taehyung whispered. "How long has this been going on for?"

"About... six months now. Hey, at least you were right about us dating." He laughed a little, and Taehyung followed suit.

"I guess I was, huh?" He stared up at Seokjin and smiled. "One day you'll be able to each other. You will. I just know it."

Seokjin smiled back. "Thanks, Taehyung."

Meanwhile you were in a car heading towards the address written on the business card. Like hell they could stop you. (Y/n has no logic, I know)

It had been days, weeks since the audition. You had no idea if you would actually get the part or not, and how Seokjin and Taehyung would react. Judging by how serious they were the last time you asked them, you were sure the result would be nothing short of a homicide.

You were sitting on a chair at the edge of a studio. Seokjin was shooting solo scenes for the drama. They had decided to start shooting the scenes for the drama which didn't include the female lead, which meant they had chosen whoever she was, they were just making things official.

You felt a small pressure on your shoulders and turned around. Seokjin was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, peering down at your face.

"What are you thinking about?" He smiled, adjusting his hands a bit so he didn't touch your skin.

"Nothing," you lied, smiling at him.

He pulled up a chair and sat down next to you. He kept rubbing the back of his neck and picking at his nails.

"You look nervous," you pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm just wondering when Jihye's gonna start filming with me."

Right, he didn't know that there was a chance you could be the main lead. He thought that no matter what Jihye would be filming with him. You didn't want to get his hopes up, so you stayed silent.

That night, after he was finished with the filming, you got a call from Jackson. You two were pretty good friends so you picked up.

"Hellooo?"

"Y/N!! Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Nope, why?"

"One of my friends is throwing a party. Wanna come?"

"Sounds fun. When is it?"

"It starts at 10 and it'll probably end at like... 3am? Yeah it'll be fun"

"...Jackson. Jackson look me straight in the eye and tell me if you think I'd come."

"But I can't see you-"

"I don't care, shhhh. There's gonna be alcohol, right?"

"Yuh"

"I'm not coming"

"But it'll be more fun with youuu. I'll protect you"

"You can't fight shit"

"Then bring someone who can? Please, you never go anywhere... And we haven't seen each other in so long, you can go straight back after we meet"

"...fine"

"THANK YOU"

"Idiot. You're lucky I'm your friend"

"(mwah)"

You ended the call and smiled to yourself. He probably would've called Namjoon and told him about it as well, so he'd be there. But you still weren't too sure about it. You rarely touched alcohol and you weren't too keen on being around drunk people in the middle of the night.

You texted Namjoon just to make sure he was coming.

Joon

Hey, did Jackson tell you about any party going on tonight? :You

Joon: Yeah, he did actually

Cool, I just wanted to make sure someone else was coming :You

Joon: You're going??

Joon: Don't take it the wrong way, but I didn't think you were the type of person to drink

I'm not ㅠㅠ :You

Jackson convinced me to come :You

Joon: Ahhh makes sense ㅋㅋ

Sooo see you there? :You

Joon: If it makes you comfortable, sure

Thank you so much!! :You

I'm not really used to partying late :You

Or partying at all... :You

Joon: I'll ask the others if they wanna come too, if it makes you feel better

Thank you ㅠㅠ :You

What did I do to deserve a friend like you :You

Joon: 👌

You turned your phone off and went to your living room. Your members were gathered there.

"Hey, so, who's going to the party tonight?" You asked them.

"I'll come." Bamie raised her hand.

"Me and Keun aswell," Moon said, "We discussed it before."

"Me too!!" Chirped Yen. You shivered looking at her. Yen was a heavy drinker, yet somehow she never got drunk. She terrified you, but then again you had only drank alcohol once in your life.

Night fell, and you all piled into a car. You were probably the most nervous out of everyone here.

Moon drove to the address Jackson had given. When you got there it turned out to be more bigger than you thought.

'Idiot,' you thought. 'If Dispatch knew that all these kpop idols were coming to a party, there would be scandals for days.'

If Dispatch found out, all hell would break loose in the kpop community.

Moon parked the car and you all got out. You were heavily regretting this. You walked forward and were greeted by Jackson immediately.

"Y/N!!" He screamed when he saw you. "I wasn't sure you would actually come."

It wasn't exactly a secret you never went clubbing, partying, drinking, or pretty much anything like that. Pretty much everyone knew.

It wasn't that you weren't fun, you just didn't like doing this kind of stuff. You had fun in your own ways. Just... not like this.

When you walked inside you saw Namjoon standing near the entrance. He waved to you and you waved back.

"You good?" He asked, coming over.

"Yeah, I probably won't stay here long though."

"Seokjin's over there." He pointed.

You looked up at Namjoon with narrowed eyes. He was smirking heavily. "Yeah, Taehyung told us you were dating."

Your members looked at you, smiling devilishly. "Don't." You stopped them before they could say anything. "Where's Taehyung?" You asked Namjoon.

"He's with Jin."

You ran towards him and grabbed Taehyung by the collar from behind.

"How much did you tell them?" You pulled him down to your level. He didn't have to bend that low, considering the fact that you were quite tall.

He smiled mischievously. "All I did was tell them you two were dating."

"And?"

"And nothing! That's it, I swear." He put his hands up in defeat and you let him go. You turned to Seokjin, but neither of you said anything, just simply glared at Taehyung.

"Fine..." he groaned and walked away.

"I didn't think you'd be here." Seokjin put a hand on your shoulder, careful not to touch your skin.

"I wasn't going to, " you admitted. "Can I just stay with you?"

"Sure," he smiled, putting an arm around you and bringing you closer, planting a kiss on top of your head. You blushed. Thank god hair didn't count as skin.

It had been two hours since the party started. In short, everything had gone to hell.

Seokjin had gone for two seconds because he had seen someone he recognized. He was now lost, you were now lost, and everyone's dignity was lost. Including yours.

What could one glass of alcohol do? What could one glass of alcohol possibly do? Surely it wouldn't end disastrously, right? Right? Someone please tell this poor girl she's out of her senses.

You were now drunk and leaning on the wall, ready to bang your head against it. You weren't fully drunk, but you had had enough and you decided you hated it.

You looked around for someone you knew who wasn't drunk. It was just a tangle of people everywhere.

You started walking towards the exit, when you felt someone grab your arm. You panicked and wrenched your hand out of their grip. You hand brushed against their skin, and you immediately felt a horrible stinging where it had touched.

You looked down and realized blood was dripping from a small cut in your hand.

"Shit," whispered the person who had tried to grab you. You looked up to see it was Seokjin. He held your wrist (from the cloth of your clothes) and brought it closer so he could see how much you were hurt.

"It's not too big," he said, "But with the amount of blood you've lost because of me it's a wonder you haven't fainted yet."

You let out a small strained laugh and wiped the blood on your shirt. It wasn't that important anyway.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded, but he could tell something was wrong. "Did you drink...?"

"Yeah, and I hated it. God, I wanna go home..."

You looked around at the crowd and winced, putting a hand to your head to stop the headache that was forming. He pulled you away from the crowd into the corner so you two could talk alone.

"This party's gone to hell," he sighed. He looked at you and leaned against the wall.

His eyes darted to your lips and he shook his head vigorously, earning a confused glance from you.

'Not while she's drunk," he thought to himself. 'That's just... and besides, it's not like we can touch,'

He wanted to drive her home but he couldn't because of... reasons.

The truth was, he had also had a few drinks. If he drove there was a chance he would be arrested and I think we all know how badly that would go.

He forced himself to look away from Y/n, but realized she was looking at him too. They locked eyes and he swore her eyes darted towards his lips...

Nopeity-nope-nope-nope-nope-NO-

It was almost as if some magnet was pulling you two together. You drifted towards each other, and finally his lips crashed into yours. He stumbled a little and grabbed your arm for support. You had a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled you closer by the waist, but really his mind was screaming at him to stop.

His skin tingled as you ran a hand down his arm, setting another spark to the already burning fire in his chest. There was nothing sweet about the kiss, it was filled with passion and desire. It contained the result of all the bottled up feelings you two had kept over the past six months. Both of you were stuck to each other like glue, not wanting to pull away.

'You shouldn't be doing this,' he told himself. 'She'll get hurt...'

He had to force himself to pull away, leaving the both of you holding onto each other, gasping for breath.

He shook his head and looked away. "We shouldn't have done that," he whispered, still panting. "We shouldn't have..."

"Seokjin-"

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I should have stopped-"

"SEOKJIN!!" You finally got his attention. You gestured with your head down to your arm.

His hand, which his soulmate mark was on, was gripping your mark on your arm. The had both burst into colors. Seokjin looked down in awe and lifted up his hand to look at it closer.

"But... we tried touching the soulmate marks before..." he whispered. "It didn't work."

You cupped his face with your hand, bringing his face to look at you. He looked confused, how were you touching him? He lightly held your wrist and brought your hand away from his face, staring at it.

You were smiling brightly, understanding what was going on.

There were no cuts appearing on your hand as he touched your skin.

"Wait..." he whispered. "On no. You're kidding me. It's the true love's kiss bullshit isn't it? Oh my god that's like the plot of every fucking disney movie you're kidding me. Please tell me it wasn't the kiss-"

"It was the kiss."

He screamed, making you laugh. "It's kind of romantic if you think about it."

"By the way," you told him. "I... I auditioned for the drama."

He took in a large breath, controlling himself.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "So can we really touch now?"

"I don't know."

You took his hand and lightly intertwined your fingers in his. Your face was immediately lit up with a smile, making Seokjin practically melt. He pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

"I love you." he whispered, bringing his lips right next to your ear. "I love you I love you I love you."

You blushed and let yourself melt into his embrace. "I love you too."

I am so close to deleting this story from existence

If I wanted to be nice to myself I could say I wrote this a while ago and I wasn't very good at writing and plot back then (which would be true) but even then where's the logic??? why did she even fall in love with him I don't knowwww

Say the word and I'll delete this

(My next oneshot will be better I promise) (Not sure how strong that promise is but I promise)

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