You were a very unique child, raised as a boy with the genetics of a girl. This year, you were escaping to St. Helena College, a famous university. All on your own now, you had to find a way to get through college while staying under the radar. That was going to be a feat when you were hiding from the perceptive eyes and genius mind of your dorm mate Taehyung and his two best friends, Jimin and Jungkook.
I just binge read this and I am in love with this story. It’s so unique and I love your writing style❤️. I hope you continue this fic if you ever get the chance to, and can you add me to the taglist if you do???
Aw, I’m so glad you like it! I work really hard to write things in a way I’d want to read, so I’m always so pleased when I hear that someone likes my writing style!! I am going to continue this fic, I’m just going through and editing it because I want to change “you” to “me” or “I”. Hope you’ll still enjoy reading it after!! If you think you’ll still want to read it with this change, I’ll definitely add you to the taglist!!
I know it took forever, my brain kind of wants to die, but I’m actually excited for this chapter so let me know what you think
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A small scream slipped out of you as you dropped into a ball, wrapping your arms around yourself.
“Close your eyes!” You cried, hoping whoever had just walked in hadn’t seen anything, and if they did, just assumed you had a closet fetish for dressing like a girl.
Your head pounded with the sound of your heart racing and your blood rushing. Eyes squeezed shut, you fought off the rising panic in your throat.
Silence ensued after a soft click of the door shutting and you waited with bated breath for someone to speak. You knew they were still in the room, you could feel their presence, but neither of you made a move or said a word.
Feeling pale as chalk, you tentatively opened your eyes, one at a time. You couldn’t help the way they snapped shut again at the sight of Taehyung before you.
“The other two will be up soon,” You flinched at the sound of his deep voice, “if you don’t want them to find out, I’d get dressed.”
Your head jerked up, eyes meeting his intense, expressionless stare. What was he thinking? What did he suspect? Was he going to tell?
He wasn’t giving you anything to go on!
Diverting your attention to the floor, you muttered, “Don’t look.”
He didn’t argue and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him silently leave the room.
Your thoughts raced as you rushed to get dressed (in the safety of a locked bathroom). You had just pulled down your pullover sweater when someone burst through the door.
“Ellie~” You hated the way your chest clenched when Jimin singsonged the nickname.
You cleared your throat anxiously before answering “in here”, not trusting that Taehyung had kept what he’d seen a secret.
Packing your belongings into your shower bag, you nervously ran a hand through your hair and stepped out from the bathroom.
You didn’t even make it a full step before an overexcited Jimin ran into your arms, coming to hide behind you.
Once the moment of surprise passed, you understood the situation as Jungkook came barreling into the room after him. His eyes flit across the room, swiftly settling on you and it was clear that he was calculating the fastest way to get Jimin. You shrunk back into the man perched behind you, preparing for impact. Jimin giggled.
“Wait, wait, wait,” You held up your available hand, hoping to delay Jungkook’s attack until after you were out of the way. Whatever Jimin had done had nothing to do with you and you were pleading for Jungkook to remember that.
Jungkook’s sharp gaze turned to you, “This is aiding and abetting.”
You couldn’t stop the surprised scoff that left you at his unexpected words. Turning to look over your shoulder, you asked, “What did you do?”
Pulling back, he raised his hands and shook his head innocently.
“Nothing!” He promised.
Taking the opportunity to move away, you shuffled over to your bed, placing your shower bag on the floor. At that moment, Taehyung waltzed in and took in the commotion in the room, his eyes hesitating a second longer on you. Your shoulders tensed and your heartbeat picked up, but he didn’t say anything and instead turned his attention to the other two.
Jungkook and Jimin were shoving each other, but it was obvious from the massive smiles on their faces that it was all fun and games. When they noticed Taehyung, they split apart and Jimin went over to him and slid an arm over his shoulders. Taehyung didn’t react, having some kind of silent conversation with Jungkook that sent your nerves spiraling.
Jimin didn’t seem to have any interest in the exchange, which made you feel a little less paranoid, but you still had unease set deep inside you. His hand was absentmindedly tracing patterns into Taehyung’s clavicle, his gaze lazily tracing the room until it landed on you. The unexpected eye-contact almost made you jump, but you managed to shove down the instinctual response. The mischievous grin that made its way onto his lips had you fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. You didn’t know what that look meant and you were afraid to find out.
In a way that almost looked like he was dancing, Jimin turned away from Taehyung and took a step towards you.
“You guys don’t usually come back on the weekends,” You forced out in an attempt to stop Jimin from coming too close and making your stomach feel funny.
Although he didn’t embrace you in one of his hugs, he did come to sit beside where you stood and grabbed your hand, playing with your fingers absentmindedly.
Would you ever get used to how familiar he acted with you? As far as he knew, you were a boy. Why was he being so touchy? Was he into men? You didn’t know what to think or how to act, so you just did your best to ignore it.
“Jimin wanted to see you,” Jungkook outed with a giggle. You stiffened.
“Yeah, after Jungkook mentioned that it might seem like we were avoiding you,” Jimin tugged at your hand to get you to look at him, “You know we aren’t avoiding you, right?” He looked up at you with wide, sincere eyes.
You gulped, barely managing a nod. It hadn’t even occurred to you that they might be avoiding you. They didn’t have any reason to be around you in the first place, much less a reason to avoid you. At least they didn’t have a reason until…
You glanced at Taehyung. He’d moved to lay on his bed, Jungkook beside him, staring at you. His hair was getting longer, reaching past his cheeks now. He pulled off the overgrown-mane look much better than you did.
“Let’s go eat something,” Taehyung suggested, suddenly sitting up. Jungkook lit up at the idea, scrambling off the bed.
“Korean barbeque?” He looked like a bunny, bouncing after Taehyung.
Because your attention was diverted, you didn’t notice Jimin leaning closer until it was too late. You let out a squeal as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up.
“Let’s go!” He cheered, manhandling you out the door.
“I don’t—wait!” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as Jungkook joined in and you were muscled into the elevator.
Jimin started rattling off all the reason’s Korean barbeque was the superior food as Jungkook pressed the button for the ground floor and the elevator doors slid shut.
“What’s your favorite food?” You jumped at the unexpected voice in your ear and turned to see Taehyung tilting his head curiously at you.
Jimin and Jungkook fell silent, looking equally as curious to know your opinion.
“I-I don’t know.” It was the most honest answer you could give.
“Have you ever tried Korean food?” Jungkook asked. You were hesitant to answer because if you said no, then they would probably force you to try it, and if you said yes…well that was a straight up lie, one you had no way to back up.
You shook your head no and held in the dread as they took your hands and waited for the doors to open.
When the four of you got to the parking lot, a fight of who got shotgun broke out, but it quickly changed to a fight over who got to sit next to you.
“You’re his roommate! You get to spend time with him all the time!” Jimin accused Taehyung.
“No, I’m too busy with you two.” He denied calmly.
“What about me?” Jungkook whined.
“It’s your car, you have to drive,” Jimin waved off, turning back to Taehyung. You felt like the new toy in kindergarten that everyone wanted to play with.
“Don’t fight, I’ll just stay here. You guys go have fun.”
You all ended up on the bus.
The four of you had had to squish into two seats as the bus continued to fill with people. Taehyung had the window seat, staring out silently, you were half on his seat, half on Jungkook’s — who sat in the aisle seat — and Jimin was perched on his knee, holding the pole for balance.
You’d never been in a bus so packed, but you supposed that being in the city now, there were a lot more people who used public transportation.
“I’m staying home next time.” You grumbled, shifting slightly as the uncomfortable plastic dug into your bum — or lack thereof.
Nobody responded though you were sure that at least Taehyung had heard you.
The ride wasn’t long, (thank goodness) but your muscles were still becoming sore from clenching so hard in an attempt not to slam into either man every time the bus made a turn.
Jimin was up and excusing his way off the bus before you’d even realized it was your stop, Jungkook not far behind him. You immediately noticed the absence of Jungkook’s heat, though, and scrambled to follow after them. Of course, you had the decency to make sure Taehyung was following, unlike the other two who hadn’t bothered to look back even once.
Stepping out of the bus felt like stepping back into a room with breathable air. You weren’t sure you’d ever appreciated space so much.
Looking around, there weren’t many people on the streets, but that made sense as the weather was getting colder and no one wanted to be outside. You definitely didn’t want to be outside. The cold crept inside your bones like regret, leaving you shivering on the sidewalk.
“Where to?” You pushed, eager to get inside.
Jungkook must’ve noticed you stuffing your hands deep into the pockets of your ill-fitted jeans because he bounced over and wrapped his arms around your shoulders. With him hanging off you like an overgrown sloth, you both shuffled after Taehyung and Jimin, who led the way.
You’d had the entire bus ride to get used to their proximity, but you still weren’t completely comfortable with it. Your friends back home had always seen you as a little too fragile to manhandle or roughhouse, but they’d never questioned your weight because you’d always been an underweight kid, and well, they were male.
With Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook, you were afraid to show weakness or fragility, fearing they might ask questions about your health. With any normal person that wouldn’t have been an issue, but those three were just so damn touchy.
Jungkook’s warm breath fanned across your neck, creating goosebumps on your skin, but you resisted the shiver that threatened to follow.
You didn’t end up having to walk far, the smell of Korean barbeque filling your senses.
“Smells good, huh?” There was a smugness to Jimin’s expression, prompting you not to respond and you shifted your gaze to the road.
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After a waiter put hot coals into the small barbeque in the center of the table, you eagerly held out your hands to the warmth it gave off. You’d been inside for more than fifteen minutes and you had yet to stop shivering. In fact, the shivering had gotten worse.Jimin worried his bottom lip as he assessed you and you gave him, what you hoped, was a reassuring smile.
The more pressing issue was the heavy smell of food in the air that caused your stomach to roll. You hadn’t eaten in a while and the richness of it all was making you nauseous — though you weren’t about to admit that.
Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook ordered for you, as you’d never tried anything Korean before. It was all their favorites and you were intimidated by the amount when everything was set on the table.
“Try this!” Jimin ordered, thrusting what looked like salsa dipped cabbage in your face. You couldn’t bring yourself to deny the beautiful man, so you opened your mouth and took the bite, knowing full well you’d be throwing everything up later that night. The pleased look on all their faces made it worth it.
I know It’s short, I’m sorry, I’ve been dealing with some things at home. I haven’t had a chance to edit this because I just really wanted to get it out. Tomorrow morning I’ll edit it! Thank you for all the love and support, I love you.
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Classes soon started and for a little over a week, you didn’t see much of your roommate or his friends. The few times you had run into them had been brief and barely more than a “hey,” before someone was rushing out the door or to a class.
You’d also learned pretty quick just how well known the trio was, although to you, their popularity didn’t quite add up because they didn’t really do anything. At least not that you’d seen.
You were lounged under a tree in one of the courtyards with the two friends you’d managed to make, when the topic of Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook came up.
“Man, look at them. Their life seems so easy!” Gabriel, your lanky red-headed friend groaned, his words saturated with jealousy.
You paused reviewing your notes, glancing up to follow his gaze to the three men that had just walked out of one of the lounge areas. Nothing they were doing was any different from the dozen other students scattered around the courtyard, so you looked to your friend quizzically.
“It does?”
Your second friend, Cody, piped up, “Yes! Look at them! They’re so handsome, rich, and everyone around them loves them!”
You didn’t really understand how that made studying, passing tests, and generally living college life easy, but for all you knew, it could.
“Oh,” your interest ended there and you returned to your notes.
Conversation died down after that, everyone resuming their studies. A good ten minutes of comfortable silence passed before something happened.
“Want a bite?” You, Cody, and Gabriel all jumped at the unexpected presence as a piece of sushi was held in front of you, Jimin’s recognizable ringed fingers expertly holding it with chopsticks.
You leaned to the side, turning your head back to look at the man crouched behind you. His blonde hair was brushed back, highlighting the earrings dangling from his ears, and with the way the sweater he wore hung loosely on his frame, you weren’t entirely convinced it was his.
You managed to shake your head at his offer, too scared to open your mouth for fear you would stutter. He pouted at your denial and as if it was a reflex to his disappointment, your mouth dropped open. Grinning, he shoved the sushi slice into your mouth before you had a chance to change your mind.
Gauging your reaction as you slowly chewed, he smiled blindingly.
“It’s good, right?” He encouraged a response so you nodded. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sushi.
A clearing of the throat grabbed your attention and you turned to your friends. They both looked at you with wide, questioning eyes.
Your ears got hot and you reached for your water bottle to wash down the bite of food. You almost choked when Jimin made himself comfortable next to you, giving the others with you a nod, his expression neutral. Polite.
Gabriel and Cody were all too excited to introduce themselves, no doubt hoping to get in Jimin’s friend circle. The three boys chatted for a bit, but Jimin didn’t seem particularly interested in what they were saying and you were suddenly much too shy for casual conversation. A common occurrence when Jimin, Taehyung, or Jungkook were involved.
Eventually, Taehyung and Jungkook wandered over as well — much to Gabriel and Cody’s delight. Your hands became clammy as you avoided their gazes, eyes repeatedly scanning over the same paragraph in your notes but not retaining any information.
After that, word got out that you were Taehyung’s roommate and people seemed to think that meant you were somehow super close with the three men, which was not true.
“What are they like? You know, behind the scenes.” You were asked, having been cornered after class by a few peers.
“Uh-I, I’m not sure?”
“Can I come over to yours?”
“I don’t think that’s…” You struggled to find words.
“We should be friends!”
“A-alright.”
“Do you want to grab lunch with-”
“I’m sorry, I have to go.” You abruptly cut off, hating the amount of attention that was on you. Ducking away, you rushed back to your dorm room.
When you reached your dorm, you were overjoyed to find it unoccupied. You’d met your quota of human interaction for the week and planned to stay in the dorm until your next class on Monday. You were excited because you found that on the weekends, Taehyung & Company were nowhere to be found.
Dumping your belongings onto your bed, you dug around in your bag for your notebook and laptop. Taking a seat at the shared desk between yours and Taehyung’s bed, you buckled down and did your homework.
It took a few hours, but eventually, all your work was finished and you were able to just relax and enjoy the rest of the evening. First, though, you wanted to take a shower.
Gathering all your necessary belongings, you slipped into the bathroom and began our shower routine.
About 45 minutes later, you were out and getting ready to get dressed, only to realize you must’ve dropped your underwear on the floor.
Peaking your head out the door, your eyes searched the room to make sure it was still empty. It was. You stepped out, your hair in a towel, clothes in hand, eyeing the floor for your underwear.
Furrowing your brow, you became confused when you didn’t see them. You were sure you’d grabbed a pair.
Standing in the center of the room, you turned around for one last once over of the room. You did a double-take, noticing what looked suspiciously like your underwear in the little space between the end of your bed and the chest.
You didn’t even get the chance to make a move towards them before the door swung wide open…
The two’s argument, that lasted all the way back to the dorms, luckily came to an end when their attention was diverted by a group of men walking by. You concluded that Jungkook and Jimin were on very good terms with the group because they stopped helping unpack the car, wandered over, and began a very animated conversation with the group. Well, Jimin was animated, Jungkook was noticeably calmer.
Although you were relieved to once again be a part of the background, you were nervous to go back to your room without them. You didn’t know if Taehyung would be there and you weren’t quite ready to face him alone yet. You knew your fear was irrational — he was your dorm-mate, you’d have to face him at some point.
Stuffing two pillows under your arms, you struggled to collect all the bags in your hands. The lack of muscle on your thin and lanky frame proved an issue as you attempted to lift everything out of the trunk. Determined, you successfully heaved it out and trudged to the door. Using your elbow, you bumped the handicap button and the doors slowly swung open. Making your way to the elevator, the weight of everything making you waddle somewhat, you again used your elbow to try and press the button. After your third unsuccessful attempt, you huffed and set down all the bags, stuffing one of the pillows between your legs and angrily jabbed at the stubborn ‘up’ arrow. You glared at the steel doors in wait.
“Ellliee!” You heard him complain moments before he draped himself over you.
Never in your life had someone made you as uncomfortable as Jimin. Most men were put off by you — your soft features and smaller build making them fear their sexual orientation being questioned. A stupid fear, because so what? But they feared it all the same. Jimin, of course, being twice as beautiful as you had no reason to fear this. Not to mention, nothing and no one seemed to deter him and he acted like everyone was his best friend. It wouldn’t surprise you if everyone was his best friend.
Now, you didn’t exactly dislike him, but he definitely put you on edge. From what you’d learned in the hours you’d known him was that he was very touchy-feely. Always hanging off someone as if he lacked the ability to hold himself up. He was too comfortable and you were nevercomfortable.
Gently shrugging him off, so as not to hurt his feelings, you bent down to resituate the pillow back under your arm. As you began picking the bags back up, the distinct ding of the elevator met your ears.
Helping you out, almost absentmindedly, Jimin grabbed half the bags and stepped confidently into the small metal box. Making a move to follow his lead, you jumped when his head popped back out.
“Guess he’s taking the stairs,” he laughed when he didn’t see Jungkook. You didn’t comment.
As the doors closed and you slowly began to rise up, you can’t help it as your eyes trail to the man next to you. His attention is on whatever is on his phone screen, leaving you with the opening to admire his beauty. His jawline was surprisingly sharp, contradicting his otherwise soft facial features, rings adorned almost all of his fingers and you wondered if it was painful to hold the bags.
“Is Taehyung going to be there?” The words came out before you could properly think them through.
Luckily Jimin didn’t seem to think much of it as he shrugged, “I doubt it. I think he wants to avoid you about as much as you want to avoid him.”
You tried not to flush at his words, embarrassment coursing through you. Were you really that see-through?
Thankfully the arrival of your floor saved you from having to respond.
Unlocking your respective door, you dropped everything off by the bed.
“Ready to go?” Jimin asked, almost impatiently.
Just the thought of seeing Taehyung again had your stomach rolling, making you feel ill. He was scary.
“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here and unpack,” you motioned back to your stuff.
Before Jimin could argue, Jungkook came in, unannounced.
“You didn’t hold the elevator,” he glared at Jimin.
You shrunk back under his stare, there was no way you were going out with them now, especially with Jungkook upset.
“More importantly, you don’t want to come and eat with us?” Jimin seemed genuinely offended as he turned to frown at you and you suddenly felt the pressing urge to take back your words, just to please him and return his smile.
Jungkook sobered up, “You don’t want to come?”
“I-I,” you felt like puking. It’d been a long time since you’d been this nervous.
“How can you not want to go? Le Fabricant de Pain has the best food in the world!” Jimin continued and Jungkook nodded in agreement.
“Did you do something?” He accused Jimin.
Jimin looked affronted, “No!”
“Please ignore Jimin, he has no respect for personal boundaries,” Jungkook apologized sincerely, for the first time all day looking genuinely annoyed with Jimin.
“I didn’t!” He insisted, hesitating for a second before looking at you. “Did I?”
You looked back and forth between the two.
“You guys should really go,” you said with a hint of finality, resisting the urge to wring your fingers. What you’d really meant was ‘You guys should really go eat without me’ but the words had gotten stuck in your throat and in turn come out of your mouth much too harshly.
They both looked visibly taken aback, not expecting your tone.
Jimin sobered, leaving the room without another word. Jungkook hesitated before following after him.
Shutting the door behind them, you let out a sigh of relief. It felt good to be alone again, almost euphoric after the stressful morning you’d had.
Methodically, you began to unpack your things, willfully falling into a calm state.
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*Taehyung’s POV (ish)*
The morning sun glared too brightly through the restaurant window, aggravating the painful throbbing in his head. The fact that Jungkook and Jimin were late only furthered his bristling annoyance. Briefly, he wondered if his new roomie would be tagging along.
Elliot Wiley, 19, born in Quincy, Illinois. 4.0 average, received a scholarship to St. Helena’s University. He mentally ran over everything he knew about the man he now shared a room with.
Man. He almost scoffed. Boy fit his character much more.
A firm clap on Taehyung’s back broke him from his thoughts. Immediately, he noticed the change in Jimin’s mood, his normal bubbly attitude considerably dampened as he sat across from Taehyung without a word.
Taehyung looked at Jungkook accusingly as he sat beside him, “What happened?”
Jungkook shrugged, “Elle told us to leave, Chim is upset,” he explained.
Taehyung raised his brows. Elliot didn’t strike him as the kind of person to say no to anyone, much less ask them to leave him alone. And as much as Elliot didn’t seem like one to say no, Jimin didn’t like to be told no. His mood was expected under the circumstances.
“Does he know you call him that?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned back into his chair and took a sip from his iced tea.
“Call him what?” Jungkook had already moved on from the conversation and turned his attention to the menu, even though Taehyung knew he was going to get what he always got. The only thing that ever changed was his drink order.
“Elle.”
“Yes. It fits him better, don’t you think?” Jungkook responded, not looking up.
Taehyung hummed thoughtfully.
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You walked out of the bathroom in clean clothing, towel drying your freshly washed hair, and jumped a little when an unexpected knock sounded at the door. Curiously, you cracked open the door. Standing on the other side were two overly excited females. You held back a grimace and instead forced a smile, opening the door a little more. They both looked a little startled at your appearance, but it didn’t deter them.
“Yes?” You urged, brows raised.
“Hey, i-is Taehyung Kim here?” One asked. She had bright magenta hair that complemented her caramel skin tone nicely. Not that you would ever tell her and risk focusing her attention on you.
You shook your head, “He’s out with some friends,” you made sure your words were vague enough that no one could be mad at you for spilling beans.
The girls simultaneously drooped and you almost smirked. It was much easier to be amused by pining girls when it wasn’t directed at you.
“Do you know when they’ll be back?” The second girl questioned hopefully. She was much shorter than her friend, looking like she barely stood at 5’0.
“I do not,” You feigned sympathy.
“Okay,” Purple hair sighed, discouraged.
After a few moments of silence, you piped up, “Was there something else? I can pass along a message,” please don’t make me pass along a message.
“No…” Shortie blushed, refusing to look you in the eye.
“Okie-dokie, have a good day,” you waved, quickly closing the door so as not to give them any more chances to talk.
Sighing, you swan dove onto your bed with a huff. Everything from the shopping trip had been unpacked, you just needed to wash the sheets before she could make the bed.
Standing back up, you gathered everything you needed and headed to the dorm laundromat.
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Three hours later, you were laying down on your clean bedding, nose deep in a fat book. You tensed, though, when you heard muffled voices outside the door and from what you could make out, most of it was not in English.
You almost didn’t recognize Jimin’s voice as he came barging into the room, Taehyung commenting something back, following him into the room, but you couldn’t understand any of it. You were frozen, your book clenched tightly in front of your face.
Another response was thrown, followed by what was definitely Jimin’s laugh.
“I don’t know why I’m friends with you,” Taehyung grumbled in English and you could hear someone sit on the bed across from yours.
“Ellie!” You barely had time to brace herself before Jimin jumped on you.
“Oof!” You wheezed, not prepared for a grown man to pounce on you.
“Nice Chim, two times in a day,” Jungkook teased carefully, but you couldn’t see anything past the curly locks and blue eyes that stared down at you.
“Hello,” you breathed, still a bit in shock.
He grinned, teeth showing proudly, “Hey”
“You’re a bit heavy,” you whispered, trying to gently push him off you.
“And you’re a bit bone-y!” He laughed, rolling off you and onto the mattress beside you. Your breath hitched at his words, but just like that, his attention was back on the other two boys.
“He’s going to get annoyed at you again,” Jungkook gently advised, sitting next to Taehyung and for the first time that you’d encountered, Jimin hesitated and looked at you warily.
“I’m not annoyed,” you assured, offering an uncomfortable smile. Jimin relaxed immediately, crashing back into the mattress.
“What are you reading?” He asked and you had to resist flinching when he leaned so close that you could feel his breath on you. You immediately handed him the book, hoping he’d back up. Jungkook started a quiet conversation with Taehyung, threatening to divert your attention to them.
“Inheritance,” you finally answered, although you knew it was pointless because he was already flipping through the pages.
“Eragon is the first book, right?” He asked, unexpectedly interested.
“Yeah,” you smiled more genuinely, pushing yourself upright so that you were sitting and subtly scooting further from his warm body. You were especially uncomfortable at the desire coursing through you to move closer to his warmth.
“Do you recommend the series?” He wondered, his eyes alight with curiosity. You nodded numbly, not sure what to say.
“It’s good,” you finally got out.
He nodded, handing you the book back and resting his head on his arm. He started absentmindedly fiddling with your comforter, looking exhausted and you recalled him mentioning that Taehyung hadn’t gotten much sleep and you wondered if he, too, hadn’t slept. You’d initially written it off as goofing off and too much partying, but the melancholy look in his eye had you second guessing that assumption.
“Jimin, if you’re going to sleep, take out your contacts.” Taehyung suddenly commented, cutting off Jungkook in the middle of whatever he’d been talking about.
Sleep?! It was your bed! He couldn’t possibly be so bold…could he?
Before Jimin could respond, you shuffled down the bed, hopping off the end and making an escape to the small bathroom. You were in there for a good ten minutes, staring at yourself in the mirror, wracking your brain for what to say, what to do. You’d never been in this situation before, never been around people quite so shameless.
Finally flushing the toilet (even though you hadn’t used it), you washed your hands and crept back into the room. It seemed whilst you were in the bathroom, everyone had settled in. Taehyung was laying on his back, phone in his hand, Jungkook was sat beside Taehyung, on his laptop (that you had noticed on his bedside table earlier) and Jimin was out cold on your bed, leaving you at a loss as to what to do. He wasn’t taking up a lot of space, hardly any in fact, but you were still hesitant to return onto your bed.
You didn’t understand why your body and mind was reacting the way it was, you’d been around men your entire life! Men were usually a comfort zone for you, so why did these three cause your heart to race and your mind to get muddled? Sure, Taehyung had snapped at you one time, but that didn’t explain how you felt about the other two.
Taehyung must’ve noticed your hesitation because he spoke up.
“I can move him,” he offered, shocking you. Jungkook glanced up curiously before returning his attention to whatever he’d been doing.
Taking in Jimin’s peaceful expression, you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask Taehyung to disturb him.
Could this possibly be what it was like to have friends? Friends shared things, right? Friends slept over. For fucks sake you were rooming with someone now, you should get used to having people over.
“No, it’s alright,” you mumbled, very carefully climbing over Jimin, picking your book up and continuing where you left off.
The hours passed in a blur as you were sucked into the land of dragons and monsters. You didn’t even notice Jungkook leave or Taehyung fall asleep. It wasn’t until the light coming through the window became too dim to read with that you realized what time it was.
Biting your lip, you gave yourself a moment to gather the courage to wake Jimin up.
“Hey,” you whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.
No response. You tried again.
“Jimin, wake up,” you still kept your volume low, not particularly wanting to wake up Taehyung.
This time, Jimin gave a response, rolling over. Your heart jumped in panic when he rolled towards the edge of the bed and you thoughtlessly grabbed at his waist in an attempt to catch him before you fell.
Of course, because the man weighed twice as much as you, he took you both over the edge.
“Shit!” You hissed as you felt gravity take you both down and winced as you landed on top of him. The petty part of you absently called karma for jumping on you, but you were quick to brush the thought away.
You both let out a groan, but he actually started laughing quietly.
You looked down at him in confusion.
“You didn’t have to body slam me to the ground, or is this revenge for this morning? I didn’t take you for vindictive,” he chuckled with a wince as he brought his hand up to rub the back of his head.
You quickly scrambled off him, “N-no! Of course not!”
He sat up slowly, taking in his surroundings and your eyes widened at his brown ones before you remembered Taehyung telling him to take out his contacts. Habitually, you copied Jimin and did a once over of your surroundings, doing a double take when you saw Taehyung’s head resting on the edge of his bed, one eye peeking up at you.
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Warnings:Crossdressing, anorexia, and disguised child abuse. Please read with caution if you think this might be triggering.
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“All packed?” Your mother asked gently, petting your head lovingly.
“Yeah,” you were always a shy kid, a recluse inside yourself. This was showcased in the meager items you had packed to bring with you.
“Are you sure that this is all you want to bring?” Your father worried.
You looked over what you were taking. Your favorite shirts, a new pack of underwear, a few pairs of jeans, 2 sweats, a hoodie, a pair of pajamas, shoes, a small first aid kit, and a couple of miscellaneous things. You’d also packed a suit, just in case.
“What about shampoo? A toothbrush?” It was your mother who was worried this time.
“I’ll buy them new when I get there,” you assured, placing your carry-on bag next to the open duffle.
“Oh, I’m going to miss you,” your mother gushed, yanking you into a bone-crushing hug. You patted the teary-eyed woman’s back, uncomfortable with the sudden affection.
“It’ll be fine,” you muttered, pulling away.
“And don’t cheat your diet again! You don’t want to gain weight and start menstruating again,” she reminded.
“I know.”
“And don’t change in any locker rooms!” Your father pitched in. As if you could forget.
You nodded, quietly letting them get out all their worries and reminders while zipping up your duffle. You were anxious to get to the airport.
“I know you hate it, love, but it’s for your own good. Girls don’t get treated in society the same way boys do, we just want what’s best for you,” Your mother sympathized as she took in your pained expression, but you’d heard this lecture more times than you could count.
You sighed, giving your mother a smile, “I know, mom. You worry too much, I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, we just love you so much!” She gushed, bringing your father and you in for a group hug.
“I love you too. The taxi will be here soon though, I need to get downstairs,” You reminded, stepping out of reach.
“Come on, honey, we don’t want to make him late,” Your father chided, guiding your mother out of your room.
Him. You hated the word.
Picking up your bags, you heaved them out of your room and to the front door. It was perfect timing too, the taxi had just pulled up.
“I love you! Be safe! Make smart choices!” Your mother called as you shuffled out the front door.
You too. You thought back, giving the taxi man a smile as he got out of the car to open the trunk.
“Thanks,” you breathed out as he lifted your bags into the trunk. He nodded in return.
Slipping into the back seat, you sent your parents one last wave as the taxi pulled away.
You were staring out the window, lost in thought when the driver said something, pulling you back to reality.
“I’m sorry?”
“Off to college?” he repeated.
“Oh, yes,” the conversation fizzled out there.
The rest of the drive was exactly how you liked it—quiet and uneventful. You were able to zone out with your headphones, daydreaming as you stared out the window. The time danced by with the notes of the music, making the ride seem much faster than it was.
“Here you are, young man,” the driver grinned, removing your bags and setting them before you on the sidewalk.
You nodded and gave a cursory smile in appreciation to the man, handing him the money you owed for the ride.
“Have a safe flight!” He called, getting back into the car and pulling out into the hectic traffic of the airport drop-off.
You nodded to yourself, an action meant to help build your confidence for the upcoming events.
With your ticket in hand, you entered the large building, getting in line to check your bags. There was a group of women on the other side of the rope guidelines, giving you flirtatious glances and your skin instantly crawled. You wanted to shrink into yourself and disappear.
Avoiding eye contact, you noticed a service dog walking by. Perking up slightly, you admired the dedication the animal had to its job of helping his disabled owner.
You had always defaulted to animals, feeling calmer around them. Maybe it was because they didn’t care, maybe it was because they didn’t talk, you didn’t really know. But you loved them.
Not wanting to be rude by staring, you turned away, startling yourself as you realized you’d turned back towards the women.
They were cooing at you.
Just leave me alone. You thought bitterly, wiping your clammy hands onto your loose jeans and taking a shaky breath.
You didn’t understand what about you was so attractive to other women. You weren’t tall, maybe 5’7, and your frame was thin and scrawny, not much muscle on you at all. Your shaggy hair was always a mess and you had no style or ‘swagger’ whatsoever. It just didn’t make sense to you why so many females tried to flirt.
You turned your attention to the ticket in your hand, your name in bold letters at the top; Elliot Wiley.
You frowned, you’d always hated your name.
Your body language only got stiffer and stiffer as the line moved on until you eventually checked your bags, got through security, and boarded the plane.
Your seat number was C-16, right between a mother and her infant and a tired businessman. You hoped the flight wouldn’t be like the movies where he fell asleep on your shoulder and the baby screamed nonstop.
The mother gave you a friendly, if not somewhat awkward smile as you squeezed past her and you tried not to cringe away when your legs brushed. Unfortunately, the plane you were in was one of those planes that stuffed as many passengers as possible in the cabin, leaving ridiculously small seats that made it nearly impossible to avoid touching your neighbor.
You sat down and put your belt on, picking nervously at the dirt under your nails, impatient for the plane to take off.
“Nervous flyer?” You flinched back when the woman next to you murmured in your ear.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Delilah, this is Elle” the woman smiled apologetically, motioning to the small creature asleep in her arms.
You nodded in forgiveness, your voice quiet and timid as usual as you returned the introduction, “Elliot.”
“Is this your first time flying?” The woman’s voice was still calm, patient.
You hesitated before nodding. She smiled reassuringly.
“I was terrified the first time I flew, but it’s really not as scary as you think. After a while, you forget you’re even in the air.”
Right. you’ll just conveniently forget you’re thousands of feet off the ground. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes.
“Thanks,” you muttered anyways, turning away.
Come to find, the woman was right. After the initial take-off and the occasional turbulence, the flight wasn’t bad. It didn’t feel like you were hurtling through the air at alarming speeds, instead, the world floated by almost peacefully outside the window. You couldn’t see much over the businessman’s shoulder, but whenever they passed a mountain, it was a unique experience to observe something you’d seen a thousand times, but at a completely different angle.
The landing of the plane was by far the most nerve-wracking part of the entire flight. Getting so close to the ground, seeing no runway, no runway, no runway, and suddenly—BAM! You hit the runway. The ‘wrrr’ of the engines working overtime, the terrifying hum of flaps fighting the air. It had your heart beating erratically in fear.
“Thank you for flying with us, we hope you had a good flight!” a flight attendant bid adieu as you and the rest of the passengers filed off the plane. The second you stepped out off the plane and into the tunnel, it suddenly felt like gravity was pulling at you differently. You’d never appreciated solid ground quite so much.
The trip to baggage claim was longer than you’d expected, giving the fear that your bag might get stolen plenty of time to arise in your chest.
Relief flooded you when you saw bags still getting spit out and glee filled you when your light brown leather duffle came toppling down onto the slowly circulating belt.
Snatching it up quickly, not wanting to lose sight of it, you headed out of the airport. You were supposed to take a bus to the city the college was located, but the papers were in your smaller carry on bag.
Setting your things down beside you, you shuffled through the bag, pulling out the envelope you’d stuffed all your necessary documents in.
Reading the name off the printed receipt, you looked around for the bus stop, pleased to find that it wasn’t a very far walk.
By the time you reached your dorm room, the sun had long since passed, leaving you worried that your roommate might’ve already checked in and you were in danger of waking them up.
Opening the plain wooden door as quietly as you could, you popped your head in, looking around. It looked like a basic room—two twin beds across from each other, a desk and chair between them, and a chest at the base of each bed. On the right wall, there was another door, leading to what you assumed was the shared bathroom.
Your heart beat faster when you took in the sleeping figure spread out on the left bed. Tip-toeing in as quietly as possible, you gently placed your bags beside the other bed and sat on the mattress. Thankfully, the bed wasn’t loud, so there was no risk of waking your roommate that way.
You tapped your fingers against your knees anxiously. You hadn’t planned on getting in so late and now it was too late to pick up a new pillow and bedding. Letting out a small sigh, you grabbed your navy blue pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt, then as quietly as possible, you slipped into the bathroom to change.
Looking at yourself in the mirror one last time before you slipped back into the room, you frowned at your shaggy locks. It fell just passed your jaw in a very messy fashion and it was even longer in the back, reaching the base of your neck.
I really do need a haircut. You thought bitterly.
Shuffling back into the room and climbing onto the bare mattress, you curled into yourself and let your eyes slide shut.
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⨽ summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽ pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽ genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽ warnings: none
⨽ word count: 1.9k
⨽ a/n: how do you actually play overwatch?
“And we’re here.” Jimin softly sang, looking out the window at their apartment complex. “Can you wake y/n up?"
Taehyung nodded before gently shaking your body. "Wakey, wakey, y/n.”
“Wake up, princess,” Jungkook whispered, tapping your cheeks. “Hm?” You groaned, opening your eyes.
‘We’re here, princess. You can sleep more in our place.“ Jimin smiled at you before opening the door once it had parked in the parking garage.
"We don’t need masks or anything like that?” You asked, rubbing your eyes, and they laughed. “We don’t really need to, but if you want to, take this,” Jungkook put the cap on your head.
“Let’s go. We don’t want anyone to see us or y/n,” Jimin chuckled before hopping out. And you finally got out after him.
“Hm, we need to fix the cap. Can’t afford to let anyone see you,” Jungkook said, coming out after you.
“Can I?” He asked. You weren’t sure of what he was asking permission for, but you just nodded, too sleepy to give it thought.
Jungkook smiled before pulling down the cap and wrapping his arms around you, burying your head in his chest.
“I’ll let you go once we’re in the elevator, okay?” He whispered while Jimin and Taehyung chuckled.
’Are they clowning me?’ You thought to yourself. ’Or do we actually have to hide from the public eye?’
“Come on, let’s go in."
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"So this is where you guys live?” You asked as the four of you walked through the corridor. “Yup."
"I’ve passed this building a lot of times. It looks just as good from the inside,” you giggled. “You think? Ah, there’s Minho Hyung!” Taehyung smiled.
You looked in the direction where Taehyung was pointing. “Is that Minho from Shinee?” Your eyes widened.
“So you know K-pop idols?” Jimin chuckled. “I know some K-pop idols. I just don’t know a lot,” you huffed.
“Hyung!” Taehyung called.
“Now we actually have to hide you,” Jungkook said, pulling down the cap and pushing you behind him.
“Ah, Taehyung-ah. How are you?” Minho asked. “Hello to you, too. And the person you’re clearly hiding.”
“Hey,” Jimin bowed. “Uh, we’ll head inside and let the two of you talk.”
Taehyung nodded before turning to his friend. “We live in the same building and on the same floor, but we rarely see each other.”
“I’m guessing it’s because of your busy schedule,” Minho said, flashing him a smile. “Congratulations on your success, Taehyung-ah.”
“Thank you, Hyung. But I think we don’t see each other because of your schedule too. I’m pretty sure you’re just as busy as I am,” he chuckled.
“Hm, I guess you’re right. You guys are preparing for a comeback, right?” Mingo asked, and Taehyung shrugged. “Don’t know. Maybe we are. Maybe we aren’t."
"Okay. I’ll find out soon,” Minho said, winking at him. Anyway, who was Jungkook hiding?“ Minho asked.
"Ah, that’s our soulmate.” Taehyung smiled.
Inside their apartment, you followed Jimin and Jungkook to the living room.
“Why did you guys hide me from Minho?” You frowned. “Hm, because we don’t want anyone to see yet. Even if it is an idol friend,” Jimin told you, sitting down.
“Is that even a valid excuse? It’s not he’s going to tell the public who I am and what I look like. I wanted to meet him,” you frowned.
“What’re you? A fan of Shinee? Are you a Shawol? Jungkook asked. "I wouldn’t say I’m a Shawol, but I occasionally listen to their music. It would’ve been nice to speak to him.”
“You can talk to him another time, y/n,” Jimin said.
“Do you know if any other famous idols live here?” You asked. “When did you realise he lived here?’
"Actually, as surprising as it is, many famous people live here. Celebrities, actors, actresses, idols. You bump into a lot of those kinds of people."
"Really? Is that we didn’t need to hide when we came in?” You asked. “We didn’t really have to hide, princess. We had to hide you.” Jungkook chuckled, causing you to frown. “So you guys weren’t teasing me?"
"Nah, we were. You being half asleep made it funnier,” Jungkook laughed.
“We were teasing at first, but then we realised it would be better to keep you hidden from anyone other than us,” Jimin told you before flicking your cheek.
“I need to prepare for some questions,” Taehyung said, walking into the living. “Done talking to Minho Hyung?” Jimin asked, and he nodded. “Yup.”
“Anway, why do you need to prepare for some questions?” Jungkook asked. “Ah, I told Hyung that the person you were hiding was our soulmate.”
“Heh?"
"Yeah, now I need to prepare for the number of texts the other Hwarang Hyungs will send me once Minho tells them,” Taehyung sighed, sitting next to Jimin. “Anyway, what do you you guys want to do?"
"Hm… y/n, are you still sleepy?” Jimin asked. “Hm, not really. I’m actually pretty hungry, though.”
“Should we order or make something to eat?” Jungkook asked. “I don’t mind cooking."
"We’ve been ordering a lot of food this week. Why don’t we cook instead?” Taehyung offered. “Are you okay with us cooking, y/n?"
"I’m okay with anything. As long as I get to eat, I’m good."
"Alright, we can make Jjigae or how about Bulgogi?” Jungkook asked, getting up from the couch.
(Jjigae - Korean stew)
“We had bulgogi the other day, so how about Jjigae? Kimchi Jjigae?” Jimin said. “Come on, you two. Let’s go make something to eat.”
“Doesn’t it take time to make Jjigae thought?” You asked, following Jimin and Taehyung to the kitchen.
“Not if all of us help make it.”
“Alright, I’ll marinate the pork belly with the rice wine and ground black pepper. Jimin, baby, can you please cool the kimchi. Uh, Tae, you can slice the brown onions and mushrooms. We already have sliced tofu. y/n will help the green onions when she’s done with the base,” Jungkook said as he washed his hands.
“Princess, are you okay with making the base?” He asked you. “I don’t mind."
"Alright, let’s get to work.”
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“Hm, thank you, Kook.” Taehyung hummed as he took a bite of his food.
“Why are you guys thanking me? You helped me make it,” Jungkook chuckled before picking up his chopsticks.
“What should we do when we’re done eating? There’s still a lot of time before we should take y/n home,” Jimin asked.
“Hm, we can watch a couple of movies.” You told him. “Or we can play some games.”
“Yeah, games are a must. We can play some overwatch or COD,” Jungkook smirked. “Ah, yes. I’d like to redeem myself-"
"You won’t be able to redeem yourself if you’ll play against him in Overwatch or COD,” Taehyung chuckled. “You’ll get embarrassed.”
“You think I don’t know how to play?” You asked, putting down your spoon and folding your arms over your chest.
“You sucked at simple arcade games, princess. How will you beat me in a game these two can’t? Any they actually know how to play it,” Jungkook asked, leaning forward and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.
“Fine. Jimin and Taehyung can teach me the basics of the game. Once I know it, I’ll be able to win and prove myself.”
“Let’s bet on it, princess. If I win, you’ll grant me a wish, and if you win, vice versa, okay?” Jungkook offered, and you hummed in response.
“Deal.”
The four of you finished eating rather quickly so that Taehyung and Jimin could teach you the basics of Overwatch.
They spent almost an hour helping you while Jungkook lounged in their room, waiting for you to be done.
“Good luck, y/n. Someone needs to bring this boy down for once. We’re rooting for you!” Jimin said.
“Do you think you’re ready to play? Or do you want us to help you some more?” Taehyung asked.
“I think you’ve given her enough training time. Don’t worry… I haven’t played in a while, so I might be a little rusty,” Jungkook said, sitting on the cushion next to you.
“Team, or do you want it 1v1?” He asked.
“Hey, how will team versus team be fair?” Jimin frowned. “Just play 1v1. She’ll use my account to verse you."
"Wait, but how will you play 1v1 using the tv? Doesn’t y/n need to play off another device? It doesn’t work like Fifa, where we have a player(team) one and player(team) two,” Taehyung said.
“I think they’ll have to play in the game room?” Jimin said, but it sounded more like a question. “Game room? You guys have a game room?” You asked, and they nodded.
“Yup. now let’s go so I can beat you!” Jungkook exclaimed, getting up, almost skipping away.
“How many rooms do you guys have?” You asked as you followed them to their game room.
“This is a three-bedroom apartment. We turned the bigger spare into our game room since we game a lot in our free time,” Jimin told you.
“That’s so cool,” you muttered.
“Will you three hurry up? I need my wish to be granted!” Jungkook exclaimed, causing you to chuckle.
"This isn’t fair! This is beginners’ luck! Let’s play for two more rounds, please?"
"No~ Our deal was for one round and one round only. We play more rounds for fun,” you told him. “But later, these games aren’t my kind of thing.”
“Well done, princess!” Jimin said, raising his hand to give you a high five. “It usually takes us a lot of rounds to beat Jungkook in 1v1. You did it one go!”
“Accept defeat, baby. Let’s just go and watch a movie,” Taehyung said.
“First, let me grant whatever wish y/n has,” Jungkook sighed. “What do you want to wish for?”
“Hm,” you hummed, rubbing your chin as if you were in deep thought. “I’ll think about it.”
Jungkooks mouth fell open. “Nah, you don’t even know what you want to wish for? Come on, y/n.~”
“What would you have wished for if you won, huh?” Jimin chuckled, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder.
Jungkook blushed and looked down at his lap. He had a wish in mind, but he wasn’t sure if it really counted as one.
“Come on. What were you going to ask for, hm?"
"I-I would’ve asked for another date."
"Of course, that would’ve been your wish,” Taehyung chuckled. “We can y/n out on a date sometime next week, Kookie.”
“Where do you think we should take her?” Jungkook asked. “We can think about that later. Let’s go watch some movies. y/n’s probably waiting for us in the living room."
"Wait, do we have any microwaveable popcorn? Do we have snacks?” Jimin asked, and they shrugged.
“We should have some snacks. Not sure about popcorn, though,” Taehyung frowned.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none
⨽word count: 1.5k
⨽a/n: beginning to become a bit fluffy i think :)
It had been almost two weeks since you went on your first date with your soulmates. And the three idols were rather upset that they didn’t get to see you often due to their schedules.
“What’s our schedule for next week looking like?” Jimin asked with a sigh.
“We’re actually free next week!” Hoseok cheered, causing their eyes to widen.
“The whole week?” Jungkook asked, and Namjoon nodded. “Yup. I can finally spend some time with Jaymi.”
“Have you not spent enough time with her? Jaymi has been coming during practices, and you’re almost always at her place. I’m beginning to wonder how Dispatch hasn’t caught you yet,” Yoongi huffed.
“That’s because everyone thinks I can’t drive,” Namjoon chuckled before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Oh my gosh! Since we’re off next week, we can finally see y/n, too!” Taehyung cheered, clapping his hands. “We should ask her if she’s got anytime next week.”
“Have any of you guys seen their soulmate?” Hoseok asked.
“I have. I’ve talked to y/n too. The girl seems like a sweetheart.” Jin said, causing Taehyung to send him a glare. “Lucky. I was hoping to talk to her, but Taehyung ended their call before I got to see or hear her.”
“So her name is y/n?” Namjoon asked, causing Jin to gasp. “You haven’t told the others her name?”
“How long did it take for Namjoon to reveal what Jaymi Noona looked like? He wouldn’t tell us her name, either.” Jungkook said, raising his brow.
“I was shy, okay?”
“Why would you be shy off showing us who your soulmate is?” Yoongi asked. “I’d show my soulmate off.”
“As if. You’d take the longest to give us any information on that person,” Jimin laughed. “Anyway, why don’t we call y/n once we get home? Isn’t she in the middle of a class right now?”
“Yeah, she’s supposed to be in the middle of a Sociology lecture,” Jungkook said.
“You guys know her timetable?” Jin asked with wide eyes, and Taehyung hummed in response. “We didn’t know it off by heart, but we have it.”
“Is that not… weird?” Yoongi frowned, causing Namjoon to chuckle. “Nope. When Jaymi was still working time, I had a timetable of when her shifts were.”
“That’s flipping weird.”
“I honestly think it’s cute. I can’t wait to find my soulmate,” Hoseok sighed. “Me too, Hobi.”
“Wait, are we done for the day too?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “You know your soulmate’s timetable, but you don’t know your own?” Yoongi scoffed, causing Jungkook to send him a glare.
“I know our timetable, hyung. It’s almost always changing.”
“Yes. We have the rest of the day off, Jungkook.” Jin told him, giving him a small smile.
“Jiminie! Tae! Why don’t we go to y/n’s school and pick her up?” Jungkook asked as he checked the time. “If we leave now, we’ll get there just before her class ends!”
“You’re right. Let’s do that!” Taehyung said, getting up from his seat. “Let’s not tell her we’re coming. I want it to kind of be a surprise.”
“Look at how excited they’ve become,” Namjoon chuckled. “They suddenly gained all their energy when they realised they’d finally get to see their soulmate.”
The four other members watched as the soulmates grabbed their things and rushed to the door.
“Shut up, Namjoon. You were just and still are the same when it comes to Jaymi!” Jimin exclaimed before closing the door.
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“Mingyu and I are going on a date tonight! That should honestly make my Friday ten times flipping better.” Yeonjun groaned as the two of you walked out of your Criminal Law lecture.
“You haven’t been able to go on dates because he’s been busy with work, right?” You asked, and he hummed in response.
“Yup! So I’m happy we finally get to spend some time together,” he cheered, causing you to sigh.
“I wonder when’s the next time I get to see the guys. As far as I know, we won’t be seeing each other for a while since their schedules are packed.”
“Ah, that’s right… your soulmates are flipping kpop idols…” Yeonjun muttered. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure you’ll see them soon!”
“Hopefully, I will. Anyway, what do you and Mingyu plan to do?” You asked. “Also, where are we supposed to meet Yuna?”
“Hm, probably a movie night? I don’t want much, hey… Just some time together. And uh, we’re supposed to meet up with Yuna at the entrance.” Yenjun told you, checking his phone to make sure he was correct.
“I’m so happy it’s Friday,” you sighed.
This week had been a bit stressful, and you just wanted to get home and rest.
“Friday~ Friday~ Fri- Oh, who’s calling?” You muttered. “Junnie? Be a dear and take my phone out of my backpack?”
Yeonjun groaned before opening your backpack and taking out your phone.
“Who’s calling?”
“Uh, Jungkook. Damn, you saved your soulmates with their names?” Yeonjun asked, handing you your phone. “Yeah… is there a problem with that?” You frowned.
“Pick up the call, sweetie. We’ll talk about this later.” You eyed him weirdly before answering the call.
“y/n~” Jungkook sang, causing you to smile. “Jungkook~ What’s up?”
“What’re you doing? Like right now?” He asked. “I just got out of class with Yeonjun, and we’re on our way to the entrance to find Yuna. What about you guys? Just finished practice?”
“Nope. We’re looking for you.” This time it was Taehyung that spoke. “Looking for me? What do you mean looking for me?”
“We were given the rest of today off, and we came here hoping to see you. We’re parked in a parking lot, where there weren’t many students around,” Jimin told you.
“You guys wouldn’t have seen me if you’re parked there. I’ll come there right now. Uh, how should I know it’s you guys?” You asked, picking up your pace.
“When we see you, we’ll hoot. - And I’ll stick my hand out and wave!”
“Alright. I’ll see you three in a bit,” you said before ending the call.
“Looks like somebody will get to see her soulmates after all,” Yeonjun teased, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.
“You looked so disappointed earlier. Thought it’d be long before you’d see those boys again, but look at you! All smiles and stuff.~”
“Yeonjun… shut up, will you?” You groaned, and he laughed. “There’s a lot more teasing to come, babe.”
You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Anyway, so what do you think we should get for lunch? Yuna- shoot! The three of us had plans!” You muttered before looking at your friend.
Yeonjun smiled. “It’s okay. You see us too often to turn down once in a while chance you get to see those guys. I’ll tell Yuna.”
You smiled before giving him a hug. “Thanks, Junnie. See you guys whenever!” You exclaimed before running out the entrance.
“y/n! There you are- did she run past me like that?” Yuna frowned as she watched your figure disappear.
“Her soulmates are here. So she’s going to spend time with them.” Yeonjun suddenly said, appearing behind her. “It’s hard to believe she was upset earlier.”
“What the heck, Yeonjun? Don’t do that!” Yuna exclaimed, clutching her chest as she tried to calm her beating heart.
“Sorry, babe. Anyway, Let’s go get food, shall we?”
—
“Where are they? Where are they?” You asked yourself once you reached the parking lot.
“Let me give them a call-” *Honk*
You quickly looked up, and in the distance was a black SUV with a hand sticking out of the window and waving at you.
“y/n!” You couldn’t help but laugh before making your way to the car.
The door slid open, just wide enough for you to get in. “Come!” Taehyung whispered-yelled, extending his hand for you to take.
As soon as you were pulled in, the door was quickly closed behind you.
“y/n!” Jungkook exclaimed, shifting aside, creating space for you to sit. “Sit here. Between Tae and I.”
“Hey, Jungkook. Hey guys…”
“Gosh, you don’t know how much we were dying to see you again,” Jimin smiled. “Mhm!” Taehyung agreed.
“I think our hyungs were tired of us constantly asking what our schedule looks like even though we know,” Jungkook chuckled. “Anyway, how was your day?”
“The same…”
“This week was tiring, huh?” Taehyung asked, and you hummed in response. “I feel exhausted, and I just want to rest.”
“Hm… do you want to go over to our place?” Jimin suddenly asked, causing his boyfriends to look at him wide-eyed. ’Huh?’
“Our plan was to go somewhere. But since you’re tired, we can just chill there. Unless you’re not comfortable with that yet…”
“Anything is fine. As long as I’m with you three… I don’t mind,” you softly chuckled before closing your eyes as you got comfortable. “Anything… is fine. As long as I’m with you…”
The three males couldn’t help but smile as they watched you slowly fall asleep.
‘You must’ve been super tired, huh?“ Taehyung whispered, gently moving your head to rest on his shoulder. "Mhm.”
“Is this okay?” He asked, and you nodded.
Taehyung hesitantly wrapped an arm around you before pulling you closer.
’You two look cute,’ Jimin mouthed before turning to the front.
⨽summary: everything made sense to you, until it didn’t. you expected the name of your soulmate to appear on your shoulder the day you turned twenty one. and on the day of your twenty first birthday, that happened, but instead of one name, there were three.
⨽pairing: vminkook x reader
⨽genre: fluff , soulmate au , slow burn (?)
⨽warnings: none ( i think)
⨽word count: 1.1k
⨽a/n: i kinda hate this part. i’ll probably improve it later lol.
“Tell me why those three have been staring into the distance with stupid smiles on their faces?” Yoongi asked as he looked at the lost looking members.
“They went out with their soulmate yesterday. I guess something must’ve happened. Like a kiss or something,” Jin chuckled.
“Reminds me of how Namjoon. He was like this when he and Jaymi Noona started going out,” Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, but I’m better. This is three times worse than I was. Literally.”
Finally, snapping out of his thoughts, Taehyung let out a sigh. "Did I act like this when the other two kissed me on my cheek?"
"A kiss on the cheek!? Acting like this because of a kiss on the cheek?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s from a soulmate,” Namjoon told him. “And to answer your question. No. You guys did act out of it. A lot, actually, but it wasn’t to this extent. I think it’s because the three of you were already close before you found out you were soulmates.”
“I can’t wait to see her again,” Jungkook sighed. “Me too, Kook.”
“Unlucky for you, our schedule is packed this weekend and next week. Good luck trying to meet up with your soulmate again,” Yoongi grumbled, causing the three to frown.
“Yoongi!” Jin exclaimed. “What?”
“Don’t worry, guys. I’m sure you’ll be able to see her again soon!"
-
"So… how was it?” Yuna asked. “Yeah! I texted you last night. Heck, I even called, but you never picked up!” Yeonjun whined.
“It was good. Beat the boys in a dance game, but then Jungkook redeemed himself in a shooting game. I also discovered that they suck at claw machines,” you chuckled.
“So… did anything happen?” Yuna asked, wiggling her eyebrows. “Yeah, like a kiss or something…”
“If she kissed one of them, I bet you it was Jimin!” Yeonjun scoffed. “Just because she met him first doesn’t mean he’s the one who’s going to take her first kiss. I bet you it’s Jungkook-”
“It was literally our first date! I didn’t kiss any of them! Actually, I did… but it was on the cheek and…, and they had their masks on,” you told them as a pink tint spread on your cheeks.
“Now, why would you do that?” Yuna asked with wide eyes. “Why didn’t you pull their masks down, huh? At least one of them?"
"I couldn’t have possibly done that. I don’t even know how I mustered up the courage to kiss the guys on their cheeks!” Yeonjun let out a sigh as he sunk into his seat. “You’re hopeless. Way worse than I was."
"What? You had one soulmate. I have three,” you grumbled. “Such a comparison is unfair."
"When do you think the next time you guys will go out is?” Yuna asked. “I don’t know, honestly. The guys are idols, and I’m sure they’ve got busy schedules. It’ll honestly depend on the next time they’re free."
"Next time you go out, make a bolder move, babe. Like hold hands or- wait, did you even hold hands with any of them?” Yeonjun asked, and you slowly shook your head. “No…"
"Oh my gosh, and here we were thinking you would’ve already kissed them-"
"Come on! It was our first date. Why would you think that?” You groaned. “It was my first time going on a date…"
"Fine, but who do you actually think will be your first kiss-"
"We will not talk about that!"
-
"I’ve just gotten in,” you told him as you kicked off your shoes before closing the door behind you.
Taehyung had decided to give you a call just before you reached your apartment door.
“Good. How was your day?” he asked. “Hm, it was good. I didn’t have many lectures to attend today,” you said, making your way to your bedroom. “You? How was your day?"
"It was good too. We didn’t have dance practice today.”
“Do you not like your dance practices?” You asked with a chuckle. “Hm, not always. Sometimes it’s nice, but it can be really tiring. I just want to go on holiday,” Taehyung softly whined.
You let out a soft sigh as you plopped onto your bed. “When do you think you’ll get a break?”
“Not anytime soon. We’re preparing for our comeback… so yeah- Tae? Who are you on the phone with?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at the new voice. It didn’t sound like any of your other soulmates, so it was probably one of his members.
“With my soulmate- Oh? The one you just found?. Switch to video call. I wanna see her!"
"Sorry, y/n. Is it okay if we switch to video call? One of my older members would like to see you,” Taehyung asked. “Yeah, sure.”
“Hi,” you waved as soon as the call switched to video. “Hi.”
“Aye, look at you taking screenshots,” the male behind Taehyung chuckled. “Hyung…”
“Hi, there, pretty. My name’s Seokjin. Kim Seokjin but everyone just calls me Jin. Nice to meet you,” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you too, Jin. My name’s y/n."
"You know, your soulmates were so out of it today. They kept staring into nothing with stupid smiles on their faces-"
"Hyung…” Taehyung interrupted, sending his friend a glare but Jin didn’t seem fazed by it at all. “Because you kissed them on the cheek. What made it funnier was all of them were out of it.” Jin laughed, which also caused you to laugh.
“Stop embarrassing us, hyung.”
“It’s not embarrassing, Tae. I’m sure y/n find it cute. Don’t you y/n?” Jin asked. “I do find it cute, actually,” you giggled, causing Taehyung to blush. “Awe, you’re blushing.~"
"Can you let us talk in peace?” He groaned, which only made Jin laugh. “I can’t wait to do this to you when you find your soulmate.”
“Pfft, as if I’d let you. Y- Jin, hyung! Where are you? I need your help!”
“Yes, go to wherever you’re needed and leave us alone,” Taehyung grumbled, causing you to giggle.
“Fine. It was nice talking to you, y/n. Let me do what this kid wants and leave you two alone. Bye, pretty~” Jin sang. “Bye, Jin."
"Flipping, finally,” Taehyung muttered before giving you a smile. “Sorry about that. He likes to tease us sometimes."
"It’s okay. Yuna and Junnie are like that too-”
“Oooh, who you’re on the phone with?” A new voice said. “I swear to God… why won’t you guys talk to y/n in peace?” Taehyung groaned, and you giggled. “y/n? Your soulmate? The one guys were gushing over? Oh, can I see her?”
“Oh my God! Remind me to never call you when I’m at the dorm, okay?"
"Okay,” you said with a laugh. ‘Looks like having him and the other two as my soulmates is going to be eventful.’
