#Soul Palette - Soulmate AU Series

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Call You Mine💜 Chapter 1

PAIRING: idol!Yoongi x OC

SUMMARY: Freya despises everything soulmate-related, but one day her soulmate shows out of nowhere and turns everything upside down.

"Why didn’t you reach out to me?" Her eyes watered in response to his words and he was certain. "You knew who I was, how I was suffering." It pained him to say so, but he knew it was true. It had to be a conscious decision. And he had to know why.

A slowburn rejection soulmate story to make you fall in love with Min Yoongi (again).

WORD COUNT: 7.4k (Total: 297k)

GENRE: Rejection, Soulmate AU, s2l

RATING: Explicit

WARNINGS: angst, huge ass story that is an emotional rollercoaster, rejection (tho it has a happy ending), OC has a strong personality and flaws (all my characters do really), desperation, explicit sexual content, semipublic I guess?, riding, consensual but there's conflict, soulmate bond is inescapable and shit happens

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted in December 2022)

A.N. I have this poll I've been meaning to do about my soulmate series and to do so, I thought I should probably introduce those stories first 😅😋Yoongi's story is the third of the Soul Palette Series (but the one that started it all). Again, it is a realistic rejection soulmate story because I wanted a story where the female character doesn't lose her backbone as soon as [insert soulmate] shows in the picture/has sex. Lots of angst and fighting until the stars align ;)

"Poetry, music, a painting, they don’t save the world. But they save the minute. And that is enough.” Matilde Campilho

What were the odds?

“Freya, are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, I am,” she answered nonchalantly, looking out through the car window.

Her mood soured with the conversation and the woman steering the wheel sighed. “Whenever the subject of soulmates gets brought up you just become…” Freya gave her an ice-cold look from the shotgun seat. That made the woman mad, “Insufferable.”

Freya smirked through her pain and looked away again. 

The woman sighed again, “We’ve been friends for almost nine years. Don’t you think I know you by now?”

Freya placed her elbow on the car door, supporting her chin on her hand. Her fingers covered her mouth strategically. She knew the lecture that was about to happen, Lidia never missed a chance to try and change her mind about this topic. She didn’t have the heart or energy to fight it anymore.

“Soulmates are each other's halves,” she started and Freya just clenched her jaw. “You were born with one, two parts of a whole.” Freya couldn’t have heard it or learned it better if she was in primary school. Sarcastic thoughts like that would flood her every time Lidia pulled that sermon on her. “Just because barely half the population finds theirs, does not mean yours isn’t out there.”

“Sure, he might be out there, but I wish to be like the other half of the population. You know, the one that was able to live happily by being with the people they chose to be with,” Freya said with a hint of victory. 

“Fair, but it doesn’t diminish the fact that their soulmates are still out there. They might have never met, but that doesn’t mean one should just ignore it or—”

“I’m not ignoring it,” Freya cut, annoyed. “I told you, I never met that person. Why would I lie!”

“I don’t know, maybe because you hate the idea of soulmates so much!” Lidia yelled back, fortunately without taking her eyes out of the traffic. Motorcycles were insane, trying to get in between the moving cars to get ahead. Freya was happy it was Lidia driving them to the venue. Lidia took a deep breath, “If something happened to him, you know you can tell me…”

Freya sighed, feeling stuck in the same loop, “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never met him.”

She hoped that would be the end of it, for now at least. Lidia seemed fixated on the idea that she was lying about her soulmate, that something tragic had happened, or that she was avoiding the person. Which didn’t make any sense according to her own rules, for fuck’s sake! Wouldn’t she be sick and whatnot if that was the case?

“Fine,” Lidia relented, as she always did when confronted with Freya's bitterness. “I would just like you to be open-minded when you do.”

Freya bit her tongue to hold back her remark and let the car fall into silence. She hated that topic and now it was stuck in her mind. She had never met that person and she never wanted to. She had no open-mindedness to offer because she would never be okay with it. And she wished she could just yell it out until it got through Lidia’s thick sand castles and baby cupids and stupid pink heartshaped butterflies: meeting your soulmate was terrible.

Sure they were supposed to be your other half, but they could literally be on the other side of the world. With different cultures and upbringings, you could be paired with a terrorist, misogynist, psychopath, the list went on. Who was it to say that person would actually fit your personality and values? Absolutely nothing, as history showed. Quite frankly, the fifty percent of the populace that never met them were the lucky ones. Never meeting them meant never experiencing withdrawals of absence. Never bending or nullifying your beliefs and values for the sake of someone else that, though unique, was probably not even the best match for you.

Because let’s face it: though science had proven its existence, who was to say the bond meant the same to everyone, or that it should be the same? For scientists, it was perceived more as an absolute physical attraction that would lead to the best procreation. That had nothing to do with love, with fated partners, or whatever else was mediatized. It all looked more like a romanticized publicity trope used to sell way more chocolates, flowers, and cards than Valentine’s Day. Or to make people feel misfitted and incomplete until they did find that person, instigating them to consume goods, programs, matchmaking events, anything that could speed that along. Why should anyone live with the unrelenting weight of not having met someone they never needed? That could ruin them, their lives? It was all terrible!

She would have known if she had met that person. Though she in general avoided physical contact, the mere presence of the other person was supposed to be enough for the both of them to know. She of course had no idea what it would feel like, soulbonds were also reported with different intensities for different people, but she was sure she’d know if that fateful moment ever occurred. Moreover, she would feel the withdrawal. Though tolerable to some, especially with medication, it would be impossible not to feel anything. She knew that’s how it would always play out: even if she avoided them and ran through the nearest exit as soon as she felt the bond, the need would hunt her, both of them, for as long as they lived. That was something she was willing to endure, though she honestly hoped she never had to. If she never met him, she’d never have to. So, she wished she never would. Simple.

Freya glanced at Lidia, who was now pulling over the security of the event and showing them her badge. Lidia couldn’t possibly understand her standpoint, and as much as they would fight about it, Freya wasn’t interested in shattering her dreams. If Lidia could one day live happily ever after with her fated mate and actually be happy, Freya would gladly support her. She just couldn’t be deluded by the idea like Lidia.

Their nine years of friendship were very precious to Freya. Though the focus on her career had led her astray from many of her friendships, Lidia always stuck by her. She was one of her dearest friends. She would always call and catch up on her, whether Freya was at a fashion runway, strike, or in a warzone. Maybe that was why Lidia was the only person she ever gave two cents to in regard to soulbonding. Everyone else was free to be their own idiot, but Lidia was her idiot. Freya didn’t want to see her get hurt. Lidia felt the exact same way, she knew that. It was the only reason they fought about it in the first place.

Lidia parked the car in the underground parking lot and Freya was forced to move. They were still by the entrance of the arena, the lights from the streets made their way to where they were. Lidia opened the trunk and Freya got her material ready. There was noise in the air and she kept trying to figure out what it was.

Lidia closed the trunk when Freya gave the nod and Freya’s blue eyes widened in shock. Beyond the entrance, behind the security barrier, there was a sea of people. People chanting, jumping, and screaming. 

Lidia was smirking at the sight, “Not your typical warzone, is it?”

Freya pulled her camera that was hanging on her chest to her face, regulating the lens to focus on them. They were mostly girls shouting, around their twenties, some if that. They had colorful banners with letters stamped on them and sticks with a ball that seemed to shine.

Click.

She looked briefly at the photo on the view screen, then up again at them. She was surprised.

“No, but similar. What could it be that makes them act like that?”

Lidia was passing her her media badge to access the event.

“Boys.”

He woke up from his nap, dazed. He kept having the same dream. He had had it for a while and in the beginning, he couldn’t remember it properly. Now, he could. No faces or characteristics, but he knew it was always the same person he dreamt of. When he told it to the others, they thought it had to be his soulmate and he had found the idea hilarious at first, that was impossible. But then, with the years, he started wondering. Was it that far-fetched that there was a connection between them if they were two pieces of the same soul? Maybe their pieces had an incredible bond and that was why he could dream of her.

Her. He couldn’t remember much, but he did remember that, which brought more weight to the possibility of her being his soulmate since soulmates were always of the opposite sex. For him, love or a partner was always about the connection, the person, not about their appearance or gender. He never felt like he had a gender preference because he would always look at personality first, but his soulmate would be female and he was okay with it. Though honestly, despite dreaming of her occasionally, he couldn’t conceive a relationship — he hadn’t had a serious one in almost ten years.

Life made it that way, and he accepted it. His career had taken off in a way he had dreamed and actually achieved. He was surrounded by amazing people, professionals, friends, and family alike. He had his fans, who supported him and allowed him to live every single one of his dreams, from making music, to not worrying about money, to being able to support his family comfortably. Did he ever wonder if loneliness was a price to pay for it all? Yes. Did he think it was? No. He wasn’t looking for a relationship, or his soulmate. They would show in due time. He was living, bit by bit, in tranquility.

He of course thought about what would happen if he met her. Seokjin and Hoseok had found theirs and they were exceedingly happy. They gave all others the hope of a lifetime of happiness and fulfillment, though none were particularly searching for it. ARMYs didn't know about their discovery, they had decided it that way. Not even necessarily because of the fans, but because of the sasaengs and paparazzi. The lack of privacy would be overwhelming and the men didn't wish to ruin their soulmates' lives.

If anyone had to choose who appeared the least interested in the whole soulmate trope it would probably be him. Yoongi was known for many things, he was aware, and the top included being snarky, lazy, and perfectionist. Some probably saw him as the most cold, obsessed with his music, a workaholic. It was somewhat true, he shrugged. Ideas were constantly in his mind and he was the happiest if he was putting them to life. That meant spending a lot of time by himself in the comfort and safety of his studio, space, and mind. It also meant he slept a lot. None of those characteristics meant he actually was cold or uninterested in finding his soulmate. Quite on the contrary, sometimes it felt it was the exact piece that was missing. He lived with it, but he wouldn't deny it or reject it if it happened. He would welcome her wholeheartedly, he had been waiting for some time now.

There was pressure to perform in front of thousands of people that night, as it was BTS’s last tour date in Europe, in Berlin. He was very tired, exhausted really, as were the others, but they were persevering. They had to, the quiet that would come after would be both a soothing balm and a curse. They had to make the best of it while they could, no matter what.

He was reflecting on that, at the backstage lounge after having slept a nap. The others were getting ready for the concert in other ways, though they were all quiet as the stress was building up. He walked out to reach the stylist's room and get his makeup done, knowing he would be the last one to do so when he felt it. He stumbled against the door awkwardly, completely taken by surprise. He looked around in shock, meeting the makeup artists’, hairdressers’, and stylists' surprised looks. 

She was there. She was there somewhere.

He was there somewhere. Freya was certain of it. She knew she would know when it happened and she knew. She was terrified, petrified in place, but she knew.

“Freya, what’s wrong?”

Lidia sounded worried and Freya blinked blankly for a second. She had fallen against the wall and was now leaning against it. People were passing in between them in that corridor in both directions, oblivious to them, most speaking a language she didn’t understand.

Freya immediately forced a smile, dismissing her question. “I’m fine, I just tripped.”

Lidia accepted it because, in the turmoil of people running around backstage, that wasn’t surprising. Little did she know what happened. Freya was nearly sweating from nervousness, her body too hot to handle the May warmth. 

How could that be, she thought, while following Lidia. She had lived in Berlin her whole life, why would it have to happen at a boy band concert? It made no sense, at all. On one hand, she had been super lucky to never stumble on him her whole life. On the other, really, a boy band concert? What if it was one of the fanboys outside?

That was her worst nightmare coming to reality. She wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity, but for fuck’s sake she almost had it. She almost lived a life in ignorance, free of fated bullcrap and withdrawal symptoms. Now she was facing her options: to run away immediately, to finish the job and hopefully never stumble on him, or to search for him. The latter wasn’t an option, and to leave without finishing the job was unprofessional. Lidia had asked her to be there to photograph that piece, the last concert date of the boy band in Europe, and she felt obligated to carry it through. They had an exclusive interview for their culture magazine and those photographs would make the fans go insane. Her professional code was above all else, she had fought tooth and nail to achieve everything she had. She vowed to never let her soulmate change her and it would certainly not start now.

Avoiding the person would probably be impossible, she considered, still following Lidia. The stadium was packed with fans and crew, there was no avoiding whoever it was. Since people kept passing through her constantly, she thought their bond must be pretty strong. Otherwise, how could it be that the sensation wasn’t fading as the person walked past her? They probably weren’t even walking past her. They were just somewhere in the vicinity.

There was no photoshoot scheduled, just the interview. When they walked into the artists' backstage lounge it was relatively quiet. There were seven, distinctively sitting in the corner of the room that had been lit and specially prepared for the occasion. Freya was surprised the artist’s crew had prepared that small arrangement for the interview, as it would usually be up to the magazine to arrange it.

She stayed by the door and grabbed her camera, pulling it to her face.

Lidia walked ahead with a gorgeous smile, “Hello everyone! Are we late? I hope you didn't wait long.”

The question was rhetorical, they were well ahead of time. Freya was immediately immersed in seeing life through her lens. She would do what she did best, soulmate pull bothering her or not.

She did not pay attention to the conversation between Lidia and the publicists, managers, and whoever else. She was certain Lidia pointed at her because she saw it through her camera.

"Just ignore her," Lidia said with a smile, glancing back at the camera. Lidia knew she liked to work in peace.

She wasn't a photographer who would take a thousand pictures to be able to choose one. She would take ten to choose five. That meant being very conscious of every angle, light, positioning, and framing. Everything had to be perfect. She had won awards for pictures she barely had to edit precisely because of her attention to detail. In warzones, she was severely limited in time and supplies, she had to make due. It wasn't the same circumstance, but her work ethic applied.

She liked seeing the crew work around them tirelessly and she wasn't shy about snapping photos of them. She was certain then that the concert was only about 20% the actual musicians. Not to diminish their work, but the show itself was not of their making. They were just starring in it.

The interview was well underway when she turned to the artists themselves. That wasn't problematic, their smile wouldn't change between the first and last question. She actually believed they'd relax more as the questions progressed, making their photos portray their true nature better.

Those thirty minutes flew truly by. She quickly scanned the photos she took through the view screen to make sure she had all seven in perfect soul-capturing moments, but she frowned. There was one that was different. He was speaking in the photo she took, he had an honest expression, and a beautiful complexion, but she didn't feel like the photo was as good as the others. He wasn't captured as well.

She raised her eyes to look at him and her heart jumped a beat. He was looking down, hands over his crossed legs. His hair was beautifully styled over his forehead, he looked almost like a doll. He sure was frozen, but she knew he was listening. His bandmate was answering a question in English and Lidia laughed, not too loud but not fakely either. That man smiled, not out of politeness, but out of understanding. Out of deeper thoughts. Something more meaningful. 

Click.

She hadn't even thought of it, she had to capture it. Her stomach was twisting, she wasn't feeling too well. Damned soulbond shenanigans. She usually did very well in crowds, but she suddenly felt claustrophobic. She slipped through the entrance door and left. She was fighting hard for what was happening so as not to ruin her day.

He was barely containing himself. He had an urge, an energy pulse that wanted to pull at him and take him somewhere. He was sitting as still as he could, respectfully listening to the interview and answering when appropriate. He felt his smile might give it away, so he kept looking down. Some of the others noticed and touched him soothingly in worry, patting his back or shoulder softly. He stayed quiet, he couldn’t tell them yet.

When the journalist left and the room emptied a bit in the last ten minutes before the final preparations, he was finally free.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" Hoseok was worried.

"Yeah, why didn't you answer the next album question?" Namjoon’s tone wasn't of irritation, just curiosity. "It's your question."

"You were really stiff too," Jimim commented with a concerned pout. They were next to each other and Jimin had at one point patted his lower back.

"Guys, let him talk," Seokjin interfered, waving his hand in front of his face. Was he getting hot? Cause Yoongi was burning up, and sweating without the show even starting.

"Look at him, he's flustered," Taehyung commented, looking at him from real close. Yoongi scoffed and brushed him away.

"Here's water, hyung," Jungkook offered him a water bottle which he gladly took.

"Guys," his voice sounded weird even to him. Since when was it this emotional? "I feel it."

"What?"

"Are you sick?"

"Don't push yourself too hard."

"Guys!" He grabbed Taehyung by the shoulders, who was still close and personal. He would have been annoyed if the occasion was different, he really didn’t care now. "I feel it. Her. She's here somewhere tonight. I feel it right now."

Chaos ensued, with some congratulations and some worries echoing throughout the room. They barely had a minute to discuss it with their manager Sejin, the first to be informed. 

They were rushed to the level underneath the stage and the manager just smacked Yoongi’s shoulder, "Focus on the show. We'll find her after."

He was nervous now, and not about the show. His mind was processing the facts now. The person wasn't in the crew, he would have felt it before. It had to be someone who entered the venue when he felt it. That could be anyone, from fans to workers, and little could be done to slim the number down from tens of thousands to one. That thought made him despair. How would he ever find her in so many people?

"Hey," Namjoon had his hand over his shoulder. His eyes had a glint of concern, but his expression exuded confidence. "She feels you too." Yoongi nodded, taking a deep breath. "She'll probably come forward after the concert."

"She's probably an ARMY," Hoseok winked. Yoongi just shrugged, he didn't care if she was. That was the least of his concerns right now.

"Just think this is for her, for all of them," Jimin added with a light smile.

Yoongi nodded and rushed to the stage, the same as them. He gave it his all. He was exhausted, but he wasn't giving up. He knew he shocked his brothers because he had probably never shown such a performance before. He couldn't explain it. He had newfound energy, and hope. Things would be different from now on, for the best. The thought that she was listening, and seeing him perform gave him an extra incentive. He teased the public way more than usual. He rarely displayed his English skills as openly, but the circumstances told him she couldn't be Korean. Whoever she was in that crowd, he wanted to make sure she knew they could communicate. Could she even tell it was him? She was probably as lost as he was.

The pull was hard. Freya was facing the whole crowd from that spot, near the stage. She could easily take pictures of the stage, as well as the fans. She was trying to focus on her job, but something kept interrupting her. Sometimes she would feel goosebumps all over her body, though she did not know why. Maybe if that guy stopped talking on the microphone all the time, she could actually hear herself think.

She rubbed her eyes with a sigh; the show was almost ending, it would be over soon. She was particularly snappy because of the bond-induced tension, she knew that. She would be able to leave as soon as it ended, just a little while longer.

Or so she thought. The venue started emptying and Lidia insisted for them to stay. She didn't complain at first, taking pictures of the heartbroken fans when the show ended. Most of them were emotional, tears staining their faces, but they were smiling. For them, it must have been a life experience to see BTS on stage. If only Freya could have appreciated it as much. She also wanted to cry. She wanted to run away so badly.

The venue was nearly empty when a publicist showed up to call for Lidia. Apparently, there were some matters left to discuss. Lidia nudged Freya, saying how nice it was of them to let them experience the concert for free before getting back to business. Freya knew it was nice, but she just shrugged. She wanted to leave.

But she couldn't, Lidia was her ride. She could always run away either way, but it wasn't professional.

"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked, willing.

"No, it's just a meeting. Footage of the fans leaving, the empty poststage and backstage, or even the tired artists are more important. Make it count," Lidia winked before leaving. She probably didn't notice Freya’s expression, as excited as if she was sucking on a sour lemon.

She needed to calm down, she thought. She had to be professional above all else. She could not, and would not, have that stupid occurrence ruin her photojournalist reputation. Over her dead body.

She exited the designated area, aimlessly taking shots whenever she felt it was worth it. She had her bag with other lenses that she would switch occasionally. She got lost.

Yoongi was despairing. He couldn't help it. He wasn't even listening to the argument anymore. He was focused on the feeling, on the internal drum. He was panicked that it was going to disappear in a heartbeat.

"There's nothing we can do! We can't prevent the fans from leaving the venue, we can't force them to leave one by one. Not to mention that just touching the subject would immediately destroy any option of privacy for Yoongi or his soulmate." Sejin was being reasonable, everyone knew that. But one glance at Yoongi's face said it all. It was not enough. 

Namjoon kept arguing, but Yoongi turned around to face the mirror, closing his eyes. He felt someone behind him.

"Do you still feel it?" Jungkook’s kind voice asked. 

He nodded with his heart tight in his chest. He did feel it, he felt it better now, if that made sense. It was called a pull for a reason. He felt pulled, compelled to move, to go somewhere. He didn't know where, he didn't know if it worked and it was probably not safe for him to leave that room. But he felt it as though he was a compass with an arrow juggling around. No one was going to find her but him. And he absolutely couldn't lose her.

He opened his eyes and confidently walked out, not paying attention to anyone. He didn't notice his brothers calling or manager Sejin telling them to let him go. The venue was nearly empty, maybe one-fourth of the fans were still around. He still felt her, so maybe they had a chance.

He walked to the higher levels completely on a gut feeling. He hadn't even changed outfits or showered yet, he was straight out of the stage with a gray hoodie and black tight pants. He had a black headband over his hairline that kept his short dark brown hair from falling down his eyes and the sweat from dripping. None of it mattered though, he didn’t have time to look presentable, he needed to find her.

When he reached the higher level, he wasn't even afraid to meet fans, the thought didn’t occur to him. He just stumbled, numb. He could barely feel it anymore, it was like a pulled elastic at the end. It was still there, and so was she. Yet, for a second his chest filled with anguish and it physically hurt. He had no sense of direction anymore. Nothing made sense anymore. He was failing and it was useless, he had no idea of what to do.

People were starting to mumble around him and he was brought back to reality. He needed an escape, to hide the repressed feelings that were starting to make his chest hurt. There was a door in front of him. He entered the room, slamming the door behind him.

Freya was walking aimlessly, completely lost. There weren't that many people around and she wasn't really interested in taking pictures anymore. The moment had passed. She hoped to catch the band leaving, knowing that was the kind of shot her magazine could appreciate for the online version of the article.

The more she kept going, the more sure she became that she was going the wrong way. She was effectively ignoring her surroundings and just going. The crew was going in the opposite direction, the fangirls and security too. She tried convincing herself that was totally normal. It was totally her own will taking her somewhere in order to snap more pictures. It was not that gut-wrenching pull telling her she had to be somewhere.

She was walking down a corridor when she suddenly froze. Her body was burning up, her heart racing out of control, but her gut clearly knew that was it. No need to go further. She was deaf at that point, the bond so strong it was a deafening physical energy current around her pushing her in only one direction: the door in front of her.

Everything else was muffled and unimportant. Yet from the outside of the door, she could already feel she shouldn’t open it. The force was so strong it was numbing. Her hand hovered over the door knob and she wondered how it wasn't vibrating with the resonance of such a powerful pull. She wanted to fight it with all of her strength, and her hand trembled. It would change her life forever if she opened that door. She didn't want that to happen.

But she wasn't strong enough, it was just so much stronger than her. She succumbed to it, fatefully so. She grabbed the doorknob and tried to rationalize it. It couldn’t hurt to see him at least once, or at least to tell him she wasn't and wasn't ever going to be interested. Yeah, that's it. That was why she had to get in there. It wasn't that person's fault and she should at least tell him that.

She entered the room quickly, a small meeting room, and closed the door without turning. Inside, the pull became like a magnetic field, all around them like walls, instead of a single string. She turned slowly around and saw a man standing behind the center table, having risen from his chair, staring at her in shock. He was different than she expected, though she expected nothing. He looked tired, that was her first thought. Why was he so tired? His dark brown hair was wet with sweat and falling over his headband. His eyes were smaller than she would expect, and darker. His skin was so pale she wondered if it was porcelain; was that makeup? He was her height it would seem, though bulkier than her. That hoodie did not give much away, but he looked comfortable. She was somewhat happy he was comfortable, despite his tiredness.

Her eyes were glued to him like nothing else existed because nothing else did. She was walking slowly in his direction, completely unaware. She had heard of the trance but she never thought it would be that strong. Her body moved on its own, her mind clouded as if she was high on drugs. She was such a strong-willed person, and yet it seemed all her convictions evaporated. Her legs were jello and would only move in his direction. She argued that it was only physical, her mind was still alert. Yet they were a step away from each other when she recognized her own lie. Her mind was as interested as her body, especially because she recognized him. But from where?

They shouldn't have touched, she thought. As soon as their hands did there was no denying it. There was no reasoning that could explain what was happening, except soulmating. Her chest filled with cheer bliss while her whole body warmed up like crazy as if she was a firework ready to pop in a million colors. And it was strange to recognize the same sort of emotion in such foreign eyes, in a stranger's face. She felt endeared by that face, propelled to care for that person with the clear consciousness that she did not know him. And her heart, or should she say soul, was at peace with it. 

She struggled with that thought. First, because she thought they would instantly love each other blindly or something, and she didn’t want that to happen. Second, because it confirmed her own theories that soulbonding would erase her sense of self, her autonomy, and her individuality. She would be damned if she’d ever let any of that happen.

She knew nothing would ever feel the same or compare to him. However, knowing it in theory or feeling it in practice were very different things. Every particle of her body and soul agreed that was it, her other half, and no other person, relationship or bond would ever replace it. She looked at her hands in his and she had to close her eyes for a second to control her emotions. The urge to hug him was making her toes curl.

“What’s your name?”

Her eyes jumped to him and widened. She knew him, she heard his voice a lot tonight. She pictured him without the headband in a pretty black suit and she gasped. He was one of the guys from the band! She was completely shaken to her core; how was that possible?! Weren’t they from the other side of the world? 

Then she shook her head, but of course he was. He didn’t live in Berlin, or else they’d have met before. He only happened to come to Berlin, and she only happened to be invited to work that piece last minute. Lidia would call it fate.

“What’s your name?”

His voice gave her goosebumps. He was saying it in English, not German, but she was totally fine with it. Despite the slight demand from his voice, he was using a loving tone. A soft caress to her ears meant to not trouble her. But she was troubled, deeply. She fought to keep her mouth shut, clenching her teeth and looking away. She saw his chest heave to take in a breath before insisting on knowing her name and she panicked. She couldn’t deny him if he kept asking, her soul wouldn’t allow it. So she kissed him.

She censored herself for a millisecond before their lips touched. Kissing him went against everything she stood for. First and foremost, because she was invading his privacy, his personal space. She was attacking him, sexually assaulting him for fuck’s sake. Soulmate or not, that couldn’t be taken lightly. Second, because it was disrespectful as a whole to kiss someone without knowing if they consented. What if he had a girlfriend or was married? Third, because she wanted to keep her distance from her soulmate. They were never supposed to have met, let alone touch or kiss. She wanted to leave, run away, and never look back. No matter the pain it would cause them both. That was too selfish of her and the more they dove in, the more she would hurt him, wound him. His soul, the other part of her. He was an unlucky bastard to be fated to be her other half.

Despite the flawless logic in all of those thoughts, she couldn’t stop her lips and he didn’t seem to mind. He was surprised for a second, before supporting her waist with his hands carefully while she grabbed his head in place. For someone who wanted to run away as soon as possible, she sure was keeping him firmly in her grip.

She forced him to walk back until he was against the wall. She did so because now he had nowhere to go, she could press her body against him. She felt absolute ecstasy running through her blood. She could not stop kissing him. She could not be stopped. She vaguely thought the only way would be for him to ask it, and she doubted he ever would.

His hands stayed respectfully at her waist, frustratingly so. It was infuriating in a way how he seemed to be more in control than she was when she was the one who didn’t want this to happen. She should be outraged that they were kissing without her consent. She didn’t have the mind space to think about that though, she would reflect on being a hypocrite later.

For now, his lips tasted like heaven. She was going into all the corny tropes because they fit exactly how she felt. She was riding the wave of a rush and it was divine. She had never been high on LSD or cocaine, but she imagined it came close to that. Her tongue had no problems invading his mouth, provoking hot waves of pleasure to reverberate through her whole body. The way he just accepted it, as if giving her the full reins of it, stupidly turned her on, egged her on. He was the only one who could stop her, why didn’t he?

She fought hard to stop their makeout session and pulled away, panting uncontrollably. She was eating him alive. So much for saying ‘goodbye, let’s never see each other again’.

“You… What's your name?”

Their faces were still glued together, his arms around her. She pushed herself away and turned to the side, covering her mouth with her right hand. Somehow, pulling away from him exhausted her. She felt like even gravity was against her. She stayed like that, panting at a short but safe distance, looking at him.

After a moment of silence, he walked to a chair and sat down. The corners of his lips were raised in a small smile, he looked calm. He had all the time in the world, it seemed. Well, she didn't, she had other things to do. Like running away and never look back. Stupid soulbond was too heavy, her legs were stomped.

He pointed at the chair across from him, on the other side of the table. "Please, sit."

She wanted to scream. He was being so gentle, so condescending. Was she an idiot that couldn't keep herself away? Y- No. She wasn't a fangirl. She was a hard-working adult. An award-winning photojournalist. She was in control. Mostly. She couldn't even look away from him, that empty chair had nothing on him.

She tried calming herself down. She took her camera strip out of her neck, letting the camera sit on the table, and then she also dropped her lens bag on the floor next to it. Her breathing was stabilizing and she swallowed dryly. He was patiently waiting for her. He looked like a mythological God observing her, a mere mortal, to cope with his presence. And she had all the intentions of kneeling and begging for whatever mercy he could give.

She scoffed and pulled her copper hair back, out of her face. It was good. That soulmate thing… It was strong. She never thought it would get to that point. She knew when to admit defeat. And that was certainly, still, not the time to. 

She took a step forward, convinced that she was in control. She was going to put her hand on his shoulder and say, ‘I’m sorry it had to be me. I’m not interested. Let’s forget this ever happened.'

Her hand actually hovered over his shoulder for a moment, when her blue eyes deviated to the exposed skin of his neck. Her hand trembled while she struggled between her wills, visceral thoughts opposing one another. He must have seen her inner battle because he extended his hand and guided hers to his shoulder calmingly. It tipped the scales.

Her hormones, body, whatever it was took control. What she wanted beyond him didn’t matter, no one beyond him mattered. She felt like everything in life was secondary, a faded background, dim against his brightness. There was only one thing she wanted.

Her leg heaved to the other side of him and she sat on top of his legs. He seemed to be expecting her lips when she leaned forward to greet him. His hands went to rest carefully by her waist while hers kept by his neck. He was taking her kisses fully, meeting her passion without ever imposing. But she was hungry. She started grinding herself against him and as soon as she could feel his hard-on clearly through his pants and her shorts, she just couldn’t stop anymore.

Her mind became foggy and nothing else but their pleasure meant anything. There was something at the end of the rainbow and she wanted it. Not want, want. Like the need to breathe. He grunted and parted their lips, trying to look around, at them, at her. 

She got up with a weird sense of ease. She unbuttoned her shorts without ever dropping her eyes from him. His, however, accompanied the fabric’s descent down her naked legs. She pulled her panties down in the same motion and he seemed to understand. His expression was now serious, as she imagined hers. She wanted it, like oxygen. Like daylight. He could stop it though. One word and her world would crumble.

He extended his right hand for her to take. She took it and got closer. He meant to get up, but she stopped him. She unbuttoned his pants herself while her heart drummed in her chest. It wasn’t even about what he was going to look like or anything of the sort. She just had to feel him.

She got on his lap and immediately pulled his erection out. It was hard and shiny, extending proudly upwards. Their eyes met and no words were spoken. His hands were on her hips and she just did what she was supposed to. She sat down.

It had never felt that way before. She was never the most sexual person, but it was not supposed to feel like that. If she had a will, it vanished then. Her completeness could not be described. It was like an explosion of color, like a gust of wind, like the stars on the black pane of the universe. She was a boat looking to anchor, he was the nest she came to sleep in. 

Once the cosmic waves were done resonating in her nerves, she opened her eyes, aware. It was like seeing everything blurry and then putting on glasses. She understood. She could barely think, but she knew she understood. And looking at his eyes, she knew he did too. His arms raised around her in a tight embrace to keep her close while her hips started rolling. She felt embraced, and accepted, like a promise was being made. Their bodies were giving something to each other because that was the only way their souls could be one again. That pleasure making her skin stretch was the extent their souls would ever touch each other. That was sad in a way, making her feel anguish. Yet he kissed her chest, right over her heart, making her come to an almost full stop. He was promising. She started moving again. That promise would only be real if they committed. If their souls actually touched and joined.

She had never felt pleasure like that. She thought she would reach her orgasm very soon, but somehow there was more. Like an endless staircase to heaven. He grew impatient with kissing her shirt and forced it out. She gladly helped. His lips on her skin were everything, and she moaned through clenched teeth at the shock. His tongue darted out to feel her breasts, contouring her bra edges and sneaking in as much as he could. She was still going, jumping as low as possible so he could do it. She grew impatient and her hands reached her back to release the bra when he stopped her.

He grabbed her hands, “No, don’t stop.”

It was a catalyst, if there could be one. His hands groped her firmly everywhere while she got lost in the feeling of riding him. She was now moaning with every motion, so ready to reach him whenever he was.

He grunted from the back of his throat, “Fuck.”

She nodded approvingly and felt the instant he was ready. She forced his hands on her breasts to squeeze hard while she sat down strongly a few times, making him go so deep it nearly hurt. 

Only it was pure bliss. She closed her eyes and all she could see was golden. Golden waves with particles of light. Her body trembled in spasms, her voice muted without breath. Her body felt like it was hovering in a breeze, floating. She could feel his hands, his body, inside and out. She felt warm and safe. Home. 

It lasted maybe fifteen seconds. Then, the golden waves receded, the lights disappeared like stars in the morning sky, her body floated softly to the ground, and it was done. Her head fell over his shoulder and his hand came to rest on her hair. They were both panting. They promised, it was done. She was hugging him as tightly as she could. She was scared to open her eyes.

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[marvelous-llama]

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Love Shot by @gamerwoo

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Sehun x fem!reader (wc - 5.6) best friends to lovers, fwb to lovers - angst, fluff, smut, romance what starts as a wayward attempt at getting petty revenge on your exes becomes something much more complicated between you and your best friend, and as it turns out, it has been happening for a while.

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[wearenot7withu]

Jungkook Fic Recs

I’ve been reading fics for so long, there’s probably more fic I’ve read than this. However, for this time I just went through the accs I follow. Hope you like it, and if you’d like more - or you have a fic you want to find - write an ask or a message, and I’ll try to help you. Now, I know these are jk fics, I’m not a solo stan before anyone comes at me, it’s just I kinda stuck at the jk ones.

so I have made some changes and actually tagged the authors

💔 - angst |  ☁️ - fluff |  🤤 - smut |  ✨ - personal favs

Full stop by @1oserjk - now this was updated a long time ago, but it’s still ongoing, at least there’s not a post that I know of which says otherwise, its original name Palette ||  💔,

Isn’t she lovely by @jungnoir - just dad!jk being dad!jk with a newborn, she also has another cute dad!jk fic called Milkshake man ||  ☁️

So @gukslut’s whole masterlist is good, my absolute favorites are Rattled || 💔, ☁️, 🤤, ✨ (which is a singledad!jk fic, probably you’ve all read it) and The Jorts series (which is husband!jk; Back and Forth is like the next part, and the prequel is The Speedo) ||  🤤

Worst of You by @oureuphoria - officer jeon in the spotlight || 💔, ☁️

Gingerbread Man by @btsracket  - you probably know this series, dad!jk again ||  ☁️, 🤤, ✨ So actually the author took down every story, but you can find all of them on AO3

Black card by @minsprings - just ceo!jk with a spending money kink || 🤤 this was a masterpice but sadly they deactivated their account

@borathae’s Coctail Thrilogy is heaven sent. Literally. Biker!jk makes his grand entrance. Consist of three parts : Tequila Sunrise || 🤤  , Purple Rain || 💔, ☁️ , 🤤 (both completed) and Orange Ginger Chai || 🤤 (which is currently ongoing and is updated every week on wednesday 5pm cet)  ✨

Quarters by @justoneday-namjoonii - i love it, tho the writer is on semi-hiatus rn, this story is still ongoing ||  💔, ☁️ ,🤤

Too Young by @jeonggukookies -  singledad!jk, still ongoing || 💔, ☁️, ✨

Pull Me Down by @starryeyedgukk - I.Love.It seriously, this is hands down probably my most favorite oneshot i’ve ever read. I’m soft for badboy!jk and this is perfection ||  💔,  ✨

Desperate Houswife by @kimnjss - i really don’t have anything to say about this, love it || 🤤

Magic Shop by @jungkookiebus - teashopowner!jk, i love the concept of this, jk is just a pure softball ||  ☁️, tw mention of death

Animal by @cutaepatootie - i have a love hate relationship with this, it’s perfect, i love it, one of my favorites BUT i cry every time i read it ||  💔, ☁️, 🤤, ✨

The Village Idiots by @army-author - soulmate au, it’s one of the cutest i’ve ever read ||  ☁️, 

Tease by @adonis-koo - ohooohoh guys, pure and hardcore smut with a loooot of angst ||  💔, ☁️ , 🤤 ,  ✨

Instant Gratification by @dovechim - cheerleader!oc, fuckboy!jk who is also a basketball player + a little bit of jimin ||  💔, 🤤

Breaking and Entering by @jungkookienoona - officer!jungkook punishing oc who broke into his house, pure smut again, sequel here || 🤤

Room for Dessert by @avveh - waiter!jk with successfulworkingnoona!oc, poor jk tho my heart breaks for him ||  💔 ,🤤

Onsra by @soul-scenarios - omg, back in the days when this was ongoing and not completed i was waiting all week for new chapters, demon!jk with an innocent!oc and the angs is perfect, everything is perfect || 💔 ,🤤, ✨

Jealous by @jungk0oksthighs - jealous bf koo shows oc she’s his, sequel here ||🤤

The Sea & The Storm by @jamaisjoons - i don’t have words for this, perfect amount of angst, smut and fluff, just perfect the whole story || 💔, ,🤤

Netflix & Chill by @1kook is a must, byt here’s the whole masterlist because every fic is beyond good || 💔 ,🤤, ✨

New Romantics by @cupofteaguk - this one has everything : enemies to lover? check, angst? check, hogwarts au? check , happy ending? find out yourself;) || 💔, ☁️

the Fear is Forever series by @gukyi is heartbreaking, the forbidden love, the love of the two young souls, i just love this no matter how much i cry the first part is a little bit short but the second part makes up for everything the first one “lacks” || 💔 

If you’re a sucker for love, happiness but you also love to torture yourself with sadness, and you’re willing to break your own heart then @starshapedkookie’s Falling is what you need || 💔, ☁️ ,🤤, ✨

Heartbreak Veterans by @hueseok orignally posted on rookiegukie - the perfect strangers to something fic, there’s a sequel kinda drabble too, check out her masterlist because all the drabbles are reaaally good || ☁️

Sugar and Coffee by @jimlingss -  pâtisserie school!au, enemies to lovers; it was a while ago when I’ve read it buut i remember like it was yesterday || 💔, ☁️, 🤤

Finders Keep Hers by @yeojaa - basically two idiots in love, (best)friends to lovers (???) || 💔 ,🤤 ;also her other stories are perfect too, like for example They Don’t Love You Like I Do ||  💔 

Euphoria by @seokstrivia - it’s like roommates, oc in love with jk, jk’s not in love with oc, but then it all takes a biiiig turn and yeah, if you wanna find out read it || 💔

Bitchin’ by @kinktae - i think you probably all read this one, fuckboy!jk and it’s like an 80′s au. again one of my faves || 🤤, ✨

Little Mouse by @jjungkookislife - this one has fratboy!jk, but he’s nice. he’s not like the others and is in love with his gf (he needed to prove he’s not like that tho), also Everything in You - oc wants a baby, jk helps her out || 🤤

From Home by @gyukult - rich!jk who almost gets cut off by his parents, along the way he falls in love || 💔, ☁️, 🤤, ✨

The Second by @untaemedqueen - heavy angst!! mention of abortion, basically jk is scared because his wife almost died when his son was born; Sequel (contains smut) || 💔, ☁️, 🤤 (smut & fluff in the sequel)

I’m really considering putting @bratkook’s whole masterlist here, but i’m gonna go and pick out some series : Deep Six - biker!jk who is your bf but kinda your enemy || 💔 ; I don’t mind - rockstar!jk, stranger to lovers || ☁️, 🤤 ; Queen  of Broken Heart - the parts are switched, oc is the heartbreaker, jk is the one coming back || 💔, 🤤

Long Term Couple drabbles by  @taetaespeaches - i don’t know about you, but i’m all soft for established and long term relationship fics (there’s also one for every member) || ☁️, 🤤

Love, Rekindled by @taecalikook - woah, e2l, exes!au, penpal!au. this one is a rollercoaster, put your seatbelt on kids || 💔,

Mutual Help by @personasintro - i wanna know sooo bad who will jk end up with, bestfriends to bfwb but then back to only bestfriends and i’m just looking forward to see what’ll happen || 💔, 🤤, ✨

Ego Killer by @zibermuda - enemies to lovers, fuckboy!jk with a side!taehyung || 💔, ☁️, 🤤

Crybaby by @lavishedinjimin - i.love.this, dom!jk is taking over, the smut is on point || 🤤, ✨

First Love, Last Love by @floralseokjin - i’m a sucker for established relationship aus. It’s just so good || ☁️, 🤤

So as I was reading through the fics, I realized that diortae archived everything BUT An Abundance of Mondays is a fic that’s worth mention here, childhood best friends to lovers, college!au

Before You Universe by @jimidol - you’re lying if you say you’re not soft for dad!jk, you’re also lying if you say you’re not interested in this story. Friends to parents to lovers au - READ IT || ☁️, 🤤

Popular-ish by @hansolmates - welcome popular!jk, fwb!au but it turns to fwb2lovers!au|| 💔, 🤤    (also she has a badboy!jk churchgirl!oc fic going on called Shiver, check out that too) || 💔, 🤤

Too Close by @cutechim - boxer!jk, who is your husband and you’re from the rival gang. This one has a prequel miniseries and drabbles too || 💔, 🤤

Calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat - oc is the TA for calculus, jk is a freshman (also matchmaker!jimin) || 🤤

Come Back To Me by @bonnyskies - jk and male!oc are having a rough patch in their marriage. Divorce is an option. Fake relationship!au (also dad!jk) || 💔, ☁️, 🤤

Good Girl series by @bonny-kookoo - rommates to lovers!au, ddlg, jk is kind of a fboy tho, virgin!oc ||  🤤

Supermodel by @koogalore - ex!au, toxic relationship, oc is going back to jk every.single.time, cheating is mentioned || 💔, 🤤

Bands by @xpeachesncream - this is probably my fav ongoing series. strangers to lovers, oc’s brother playing the matchmaker because her sister is stubborn, stripper!oc || 💔, ☁️, 🤤, ✨

OMG this turned out longer than I thought. I enjoyed it tho, I read through everything - I was surprised I’ve remembered most of it. Hope you like it, thank you for all the writers, you crate such a beautiful stories with storylines written perfectly.

If you’d like to see more like this from me, give me feedbacks

i hope i tagged the right accounts, this fr makes my anxiety skyrocket

[moondustaeil]

⋅ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : soulmate au : fluff

⋅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ : chihoon x reader

⋅ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ : 1.2k

Achromatopsia.

The term used to describe a complete lack of colour, the hard synonym for a much simpler word, colourblindness. In the medical world, they call it a syndrome, sometimes even a symptom that might exhibit up to five different conditions. With one out of 30,000 newborns being born with achromatopsia, you and your soulmate belong somewhere in that prevalence.

As far as you've been told, there are two sorts of achromatopsia. In the first sort, some still see limited colours. In the second sort, only shades can be perceived. You and your soulmate belong to the latter category, in which only black, white, and grey shades can be perceived. No colours, only shades.

It might sound like you know a lot about achromatopsia and a lot about your soulmate. Though none of the knowledge in your mind has been provided by a professional or formal literature. You took it upon yourself to make use of the internet and search for meanings: the meaning behind your monochrome vision, the meaning behind the unknown person your soul longed for. Despite the endless websites telling you somewhat similar things, you didn't live up to them. Connect the dots from achromatopsia and soulmates and you come to your own conclusion: your syndrome would be healed once you look into the eyes of your soulmate.

Despite knowing of the existence of your soulmate and knowing he's the only person that can cure your achromatopsia, you distance yourself from it. You don't actively look for him like other people would, you don't give in to the ache in your heart. Rather than looking for your soulmate: you wander around the streets and wonder whether other people are achromats like you. You might not be able to see it in their eyes, but it doesn't stop you from observing them.

Why don't you look for your soulmate? Because you fear the moment you will see colours for the first time and realise that the world is much better with simple greyish shades. It's a white lie you've told yourself so many times that you stopped seeing it as a lie. Hidden from yourself is the fear that you will never find your soulmate if you actively look for him.

Today isn't any different from the days where you observe strangers on the street. Even though you had a day off and wanted nothing but to spend it inside your apartment with a good unfinished series, you are obligated to go outside. Due to the empty fridge in your kitchen, you find yourself lurking over the streets, headed to the nearest convenience store.

You wouldn't mind skipping breakfast, but even that doesn't mean that you don't have to leave your house. You need to have three meals a day and your fridge doesn't even hold enough ingredients for one, so it's obvious that you have to drag yourself to the store first thing in the morning. That's how you end up on the street as early as nine in the morning: too early for crowded streets, too late to avoid other humans.

Your eyes scan over the outside world, staring ahead but still seeing the many aspects of the city: the black shaded street that you walk on and the grey buildings that line up ahead of you. A coffee shop to your left and a flower shop on your right: you don't see the beige interior of the coffee shop, neither do you see the pink coloured flower bouquets. Everything is grey, devoid of colours.

Halted feet now stand in the middle of the street as an old couple greets you good morning. If you assign a colour to their friendly smiles: it would be yellow like the rays of the morning sun. A yellow you never experienced but as you greet one another, you feel the warmth of the sun on your shoulders. "Have a nice day," you say politely as an end to the conversation.

Your halted feet stop their alignment when you take a step forward to continue your path towards the store, though your eyes don't move along just yet, they are still following the old and probably soulmate-labelled couple.

Interference. Your shoulder bumps against someone else's body after merely one more step forward. Your head is fast to turn but the rest of your body is still in shock because of the collision. Before either of you can fall, you grasp for one another's arm even though there had been no risk of falling.

"I'm so sorry!" You apologise quickly, standing up straight after all physical contact is broken between the two of you. You're now eyeball to eyeball with the stranger, though both of you are looking down at the street, the alignment of your feet.

The stranger coughs awkwardly, mumbling a response. "It's fine, I should have looked where I was going. Are you okay?" He asks you. His voice is deep and yet, it's unlike all of the other deep voices you heard before. Due to answer-demanding question, you raise your head to look at the stranger.

Eyeball to eyeball. You gaze into his dark brown eyes with your own, the pigmented colour hues apart from the black you usually see. The skin around his eyes isn't any type of grey: it's one of the many skin tones that exist in the pigmented world.

"I…," you don't come further than that with your words: not because you suddenly aren't so okay anymore, but because you are speechless. Your eyes start to dart over every possible inch of his face: the soft colour of his lips, his light blonde hair that nicely contrasts with the bright red beret he's wearing on top of that hair.

Without looking for his eyes, yours meet his. "I can see colours," he announces to you, his eyes now fixated onto yours even though he wishes to discover every colour that you have to offer him. "Me too," you say in response. The endless colour palette is inked onto him: almost like what you expect a rainbow to be, but with even more colours.

"My name is Chihoon."

His name alone makes you smile even though you're no longer able to assign a colour to him, he's the entire palette of colours that is imprinted on your head in grey shades. He's the blue of the grey sky you saw, the gold of the grey necklace around your neck. He's each of the ten million colours that exist.

"I'm y/n," you tell him. Your name makes a smile coat his plump lips, his heart no longer coloured in a dark grey shade, but in the red that could resemble a love, he never experienced before. You look like the most beautiful painted canvas, inked in colours he's yet to discover.

Chihoon reaches out his hand to yours, the touch as soft as the beige sand of the beach. Your fingers intertwine with his and gently clasp over the top of his hand just like his fingers curl between your knuckles. The monochrome one-person portrait in your apartment would transition into the beautifully coloured picture of you and your soulmate.

"Colour will always change your perspective, just as love will always change your life around."

💌 send me a member (nct/tbz/too) + an au/genre and I'll write you a drabble or some soft hours

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And that’s what you missed on Haikyuu!! | Misc. Haikyuu!! Characters, Gen, G, 1.1k

NaNoWriMo Day 26: Nutshell-Style Canon Retelling

Summary: An awful recap of Haikyuu!! done like nutshell-style 2000s fanfic. This is meant to make fun of HQ!! fandom/fanon/fic in good jest so please do not take it seriously. Can be read as gen or otherwise.

WARNING: Manga spoilers post-Shiratorizawa match, up to Chapter 292 just in case. All pairings can be read as slash or gen. Also includes a lot of my personal opinions because I wrote it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Read on Ao3

A/N: This was meant to cleanse my palette after doing AU Week. F’real, do not take this seriously. I wrote crackfic about a volleydong and this is worse than that. Just take the attempt at humour for what it is lol.

Un-beta’d and horrifically so, I apologize  /o\

Hinata is orange volleyball Naruto. His flaw is that he is too short. His power is that he can run across a court in literal seconds and can jump over double his height. He wants to become his idol, the Little Giant, a volleyball ace who’s short like him. He’s never called that though—in fact, he usually receives nicknames like shrimpy or shorty. He makes a lot of squawking bird noises when he’s excited. He also gets into a lot of trouble whenever he tries to go to a bathroom (at least his bathroom song is cute?).

Kageyama is Hinata’s rival—like Sasuke, but nowhere near as emo. He does have capital-i Issues, though. He’s the King of the Court, but he doesn’t want to be. He sorts out his problems during a volleyball match. He pouts a lot, which is very cute because he is also a blueberry. He has a setter soul and is extremely talented. His favourite thing to say is, “Hinata, boke!” (“Hinata, dumbass!”)

The two meet at the only volleyball match Hinata attends during middle school, where they decide they are each other’s destined rivals.

Surprise! They both attend the same high school, Karasuno.

Bigger surprise! They have freaky soulmate-like instincts that make them incredibly compatible on-court, so they’re dubbed the Weirdo Duo.

Kageyama and Hinata bicker and challenge each other a lot. One time they raced they accidentally ended up in another school. This is normal. One time they actually had a fistfight. That was not normal. They are Karasuno’s dumbest players, which is saying a lot quite frankly.

Daichi is the boys’ volleyball team captain. He is very responsible and sometimes acts like a dad by lecturing his team. (People forget that he has petty rivalries with other captains and accidentally set off a fire alarm once.) He is very buff. The author wants to be crushed by his thighs—many other fans agree with the sentiment.

Suga is the team’s vice-captain. He is very caring and nurturing, so he gets called the Team Mom. (People forget that he laughs at his teammates when Daichi is scolding them, or that he assumes when a girl holds his hand she’s asking for marriage.) He is very beautiful, like an angel.

Asahi is the team’s ace. Please don’t scare him—he has a lot of anxiety. He is the very definition of the “looks like he can kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll” meme. He’s quite capable when someone (usually Daichi or Nishinoya) gives him a kick in the ass. He hates that his so-called friends think he looks like Jesus with his headband on. The author wants to marry him.

Nishinoya invented rolling thunder as Karasuno’s guardian deity. He is the shortest on the team, but please don’t bring that up unless you’re looking for trouble. Please do call him senpai. He speaks almost exclusively with exclamation marks and has the cutest laugh on the planet according to the author. He will lay his life on the line for Shimizu Kiyoko (and also Asahi).

Tanaka is the resident baldy tough guy. He can be rowdy and irresponsible, but is also very headstrong and ultimately reliable in a pinch. His current arc involving a childhood female friend is making him act like a fuckboy and the author is very upset about this. He, too, will lay his life on the line for Shimizu Kiyoko.

Ennoshita is very tired rounding up fellow his second-years. Sometimes Daichi asks him to look after the first years too and that’s exhausting. He wants to become more passionate so he can be the next captain that Karasuno deserves. What he doesn’t realize is that he’s already plenty passionate—just look at all his movies!

Kinoshita and Narita are existing characters in this series. Please don’t forget about them. They’re both very good boys who deserve to be recognized more. Kinoshita should have more confidence and Narita needs more screentime. The author treasures these two second-years very much.

Tsukishima is a walking french fry: long, yellow, and salty. He could melt black ice with the amount of salt he has. Don’t worry though, he’s actually quite the tsundere—very soft beneath all the salt. He has dinosaur figurines in his room, therefore he is a nerd. His childhood best friend is Yamaguchi.

Yamaguchi is the team pinch server. He always does his best because he just wants to play on the court. Why anyone would keep him as a benchwarming pinch server when he explicitly states that he wants to be a team regular confuses the author greatly (just let him play during games!). His favourite food is soft french fries.

Shimizu Kiyoko is the most beautiful woman on the planet. This is just facts. She has an entire team that will die for her. She’s very athletic and cares about her boys a lot.

Yachi Hitoka is trying to stay alive. Please remind her to breathe so she doesn’t accidentally throw up her heart. She has a lot to learn but she’s ready to finally give something her all. She’s going to be the volleyball club manager!

(Sidenote: Yachi is in love with Shimizu. There is no arguing against this.)

Takeda is not Yuuri Katsuki. The author first watched Haikyuu!! after finishing Yuri!! on Ice and has to remind themself this sometimes. He’s probably not Little Giant, but bro, could you imagine if he was? He’s very passionate about the boys’ volleyball club even though he knows nothing about the sport. He is terrifying when angry and has the ugliest crying face ever as far as the author is concerned.

Ukai Keishin is not Takeda’s boyfriend, though hardcore fans desperately wish he was. He’s constantly getting set-up to meet other girls because his family wants him to settle down already (the author suggests that Ukai dates Takeda so he can finally stop their nagging). He probably needs a lot more rest because he keeps up with the volleyball team andworks at his parents’ store.

Karasuno has a long, ongoing rivalry against Nekoma High School, all of whom are cats (yes, even Inuoka, the only puppy on the team). They want to Battle at the Trash Heap and fulfill their old coaches’ wishes. Before they do, they have to defeat a Wall, the Great King, and not-actually-an-anime-villain-but-totally-sounds-like-one Ushijima Wakatoshi. Along the way the team befriends cats, owls, and other shitty city boys.

The tournament is coming up. Or already happening. (Sometimes both at the same time depending on how many fanfics a reader juggles.) Everyone is at a training camp. Those are the author’s favourites.

Karasuno is great, though they have a lot to learn before they’re ready to battle anyone at any venue. But the author believes that they can win the Spring High Tournament.

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And that’s what you missed on Haikyuu!!

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Carnation 💜 Chapter 1

PAIRING: idol!Jin x OC

SUMMARY: In early 2018, BTS were at a crossroads: after working so hard to set foot in the music industry of South Korea, their sudden jump into stardom became something they never anticipated. Jin believed in his dongsaengs but was just as lost as them when his soulmate entered the picture.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k (Total: 25.3k)

GENRE: Soulmate AU, s2l

RATING: Teen (for drinking, cussing and tension)

WARNINGS: mild angst for talks of disbanding and burnout

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted June 2023)

A.N. I have this poll I've been meaning to do about my soulmate series and to do so, I thought I should probably introduce those stories first 😅😋Jin's story is the first of the Soul Palette Series though it serves as a prequel to Call You Mine. I'm thinking of uploading each story's 1st chapter to give you all a taste 😋

“ARMY! I remember early this year. We were mentally struggling at the beginning of the year. While talking amongst ourselves, we even considered disbanding. I’m relieved that we got ourselves together and were able to bring good outcomes. I want to thank our members who helped me get myself together and the ARMYs who love us. Thank you so much. ” Jin, MAMA, 2018

January 3rd 2018

“It’s hard… It’s really hard.”

Jimin’s words were lost in the silence of the room as the seven Bangtan members looked either at the floor or at nowhere in particular while they went over everything that had been said.

Jungkook never knew anything else but that life with his brothers and had stated very clearly that he wanted to fight until he couldn’t breathe or move anymore. His passion was only matched by his perseverance because they all knew how hard he had it, how tough it was, and the sacrifices he had to make growing up totally lined up for that life only. It didn’t make the others feel particularly better, but they understood his feelings.

Taehyung was teary-eyed and looking at a random place on the wall. He was quiet, he had the tendency to turn inwards when he was facing something extremely difficult. He admitted he was unhappy with the constant pressure that sometimes felt like a gag, with the continual invasion of privacy, with the lack of control over what the future looked like.

Jimin understood his feelings and agreed. He pointed out the only silver lining — the ARMYs who supported them unconditionally and had done so from the start.

“It feels somehow… like a failure, to disappoint them like this,” Yoongi had quietly answered then. “Because we fought so desperately to be worthy of their love, and now that it’s getting so big… it risks being too much.”

“I feel so ungrateful, seriously,” Hoseok had said in contempt of himself, hiding his face.

“They would understand,” Namjoon said. 

Their leader was sitting on a table, stiff body clearly physically fighting that difficult topic with all its might. He would usually give them the stability they needed but at the expense of his own insecurities and doubts.

Yoongi had expressed he wanted to make music, purely and simply. “After all this time… I can’t see myself without BTS. We’re family, you are family to me.”

“Ah seriously,” Hoseok complained, cleaning his tears as were all others, to one degree or another.

“Hyung,” Taehyung complained.

“You choose to tell us your heart right now?” Jimin added, cleaning his eyes.

“Of course right now, keep going Yoongi,” Jin enthused, and Yoongi nodded with a small smile.

“My heart… would be incomplete without you guys. It would get lonely, in the studio too. My music… would get quiet without you guys. But I won't pressure you, because you’re so precious to me. I just want you to be happy.”

“Hyung—” Jungkook’s voice vanished in tears.

“We’re happy by your side,” Taehyung cried, hiding his face.

“We’re family, that will never change,” Namjoon declared, sniffling right after.

“But can we keep giving a perfect performance?” Hobi’s jaw was a firm line as he suppressed his emotions to be able to ask them clearly. “Can we keep this up? Because I’m not sure what I fear most: disappointing ARMYs, or disappointing ourselves.”

“It’s hard… It’s really hard.”

And now, there they were, staring at each other quietly. Until Jin decided to smile and say something, seeing that even Namjoon was stumped in his own thoughts.

“We should all sleep on it and not decide anything immediately. We started this together, we can decide this together. Tomorrow we can talk better about this.”

“But… we’re not disbanding, right?” Jungkook asked, voice shaking as he eyed his hyungs anxiously.

“No.”

“No, we’re not,” Hobi smiled.

“We’re talking and we should think about this. Jin-hyung is right,” Namjoon said, getting up. “We can think of ways that could make this work and of how to better ourselves. If we decide to disband, it won't be for lack of trying to figure this out.”

Every member got up except for Jin, who stayed behind sitting on a chair while everyone passed by him, and Namjoon, who heaved a deep breath and hid his face, the pressure finally cracking through. Jin could read his tension and stress like one reads the time on a clock, and as usual, he felt for Namjoon. He was the leader and felt like he was failing them at a deeply personal level, and it was so hard for him. He could act tough and provide everyone with the smarts needed, but deep down he was hurting and doubtful.

Jin got up and placed his hand on Namjoon’s shoulder, who then raised his head. 

“This is not your fault. If anything, you guided us well thus far. You’re also a member of BTS, so go and think about yourself as an individual, as an artist. We’ll talk about this again tomorrow.”

Namjoon rubbed his watering eyes and sucked it all in before nodding. “Thank you, hyung.”

“Of course,” Jin smiled reassuringly. “I’m going for a walk, don't wait up for me.”

“Now?” Namjoon frowned in confusion and Jin scoffed.

“It’s like ten pm, it’s not that late. I’ll be right back.”

He waved Namjoon goodbye quickly after getting ready and rushed out. He needed to breathe as well and the cold new year air would do him some good.

It was hard, it was really hard. However, he felt sort of stuck in a position where he couldn’t say much. Yes, it was hard, but it had always been hard for him. 

He was the oldest, not the leader but definitely the one that looked after them from the day he joined. From making sure Namjoon and Yoongi sorted their differences, to scolding Jungkook for staying in his room by himself, to reminding Tae and Jimin to do their homework, to ordering Hoseok to rest or else, to cooking for all of them— He had become the hyung they needed and he was very thankful he did. He would have never become who he was today otherwise.

But giving and taking care of them was a responsibility, not a chore. What really made it difficult was, well, all the ways he was lacking. He was scouted for his looks, what the heck was that worth?

He chuckled as he made his way down the street to his favorite park. His freaking looks when the others were rappers, lyricists, producers, dancers, and singers. Sure he thought he could act, but that didn't measure up to the others.

So he was always behind and that was really hard. He was the hyung, he had to set an example, but he was lacking in every single aspect of what would make a valuable member. But he tried. That was it, that's all he did. He heard the hate, the harsh comments, the criticism, and he agreed. He was behind, he was slower, he wasn't sharp, he had less vocal range, he—

He sighed, it was hard. But for them, he tried. He wasn't perfect, he was still lacking, but he had worked hard to improve in every way. He had to do it to be able to even show his face to his precious dongsaengs.

So now what?

He didn't want to yell at them for giving up when he had tried so hard, but a minuscule part of him wanted to. Not because his own work would go to waste, he was a better man now than he could have ever hoped to become, but because if they didn't deserve the hype, the praise, and love, then who the hell did?

No one deserved it more than them, absolutely no one! That was what truly made him mad — for all the bullshit they had to take, they deserved every fan, praise, award, and gentleness. They were incredibly talented and kind human beings, he believed they had so much more to do still. So why not stay together?

Was that selfish of him? Sure, every single one of them individually could achieve greatness, be it as musicians, artists, actors, what have you. But he… he loved being with them, being in the group. That life, that family, he didn't want to let it go. He didn't want it to end.

The end was… suffocating. He knew it would come one day, whether now or later, and in many ways it was healthy to debate the end and choose to continue. Only then could everyone be on the same page and happy with the future. But damn was it suffocating. It was worse than letting go of a first love, it was like cutting off a limb. He couldn’t live without them.

They had all done so much. He had managed to graduate from university while shooting and promoting and it had been the most draining experience yet. But he couldn’t hold them back, 2017 was the year of breakthroughs, of pioneering and his degree was in many instances not a priority at all. 

They finished the Wings tour while already preparing for the Love Yourself phase, where they finally had nearly full control of the full artistic process. He was so looking forward to it, it spoke of their fears and wishes to a visceral level. It was their message, ideology, and the footprint they would leave behind. Hopefully, if it was worth it, their legacy. They had to go through with it, the world had to see it.

But in order to go through with it, they had to decide. If the company was to schedule the world tour for the second half of the year then they had to commit. They couldn’t announce projects and concerts and then fall through. And that was where all problems started.

It was just too hard. They had fought so hard to have a spot in the limelight, but now they were basically being thrust into it successively and carelessly. 

Of course they never knew it would get this big, so at first it just sounded good, a worthwhile opportunity to do more, to reach further, to spread their positive message. UNICEF heard of the ‘Love Yourself’ message and one domino pushed the other. They just couldn’t refuse to use their voice for the greater good. They dedicated themselves to spreading the message, creating merch to donate to the cause, and to making ARMY proud. And in return, ARMY helped them reach new heights.

With every award, from Best in Music at the 9th annual Shorty Awards to Top Social Artist at the 2017 Billboard Music Awards, they had hoped to bring someone closer to peace, fend off loneliness, and have more people enjoying their vibe. They were the first K-pop group to enter the Billboard Hot 100 with a single, 'DNA', and album, 'Love Yourself: Her'. They were thankful to their fans, who gave BTS the opportunity to be at the Billboard Music Awards in what was their first television appearance in the US, so later when they were asked to perform, they said yes. BTS was the first K-pop act to perform at the American Music Awards with DNA, and from then on the ball kept rolling. They filmed so many shows, Jin wasn’t quite sure what was what and when. And now they were just back from performing at Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve in Times Square, New York, and they couldn’t stop. The next phase was here, not even a week of rest and they were back in the company deciding things and planning. It was exhausting, hallucinating, frightening and that was why they were at the rope’s end.

The company wanted to profit from the wave, the producers wanted recognition, the fans wanted them to achieve new unsurmountable records every day and meanwhile, BTS was just left exhausted, trying to not bite off more than they could chew. Now the opportunity had turned into a heavy constant pressure on their neck that they couldn't shake off. They couldn’t say no, that would be spitting back at ARMYs, that could never be. It was just… hard.

He knew it was, he could see how draining it was but… he still wanted to push through. He didn’t know how exactly and that was what he needed to figure out, because as their hyung—

He suddenly stopped his thoughts and looked around, confused. Yes, he was there at Yeouido Hangang Park as was normal for him when he strolled. It was maybe ten thirty in the evening now, but the street lights made it look almost like daytime. There was no crowd at that hour, but there were still a fair amount of people either coming off work or going to work, or drunk after dinner or going to have dinner. He looked at those people passing him by from where he was seated on a bench and he wondered what was wrong with him. Clearly, everything else seemed normal.

Then what the hell was that hum? He looked down at his own chest and laughed in disbelief at himself. His chest was buzzing, almost vibrating. It was so comical, was he finally losing it with the stress? Was he sitting there, wondering about ways to help the members while his own body was calling it quits?

Tears came to his eyes, he was touched so deeply the hairs on his neck stood on end. He was definitely not above crying, that was not an issue for him if that would release his stress, but that was when he realized he didn’t feel stressed. No, the buzzing hum was warm and soft and gentle, like perfume, and he got up from the bench and started looking around.

Why was he looking around when everything looked absolutely normal and that feeling was deeply sprouting out from his chest? No idea. He just had to go, there was something he needed to find. If there was a perfume, there had to be a flower, right?

There was this unmistaken breeze guiding him somewhere, he felt like a paper wind vane being blown on in a specific direction, but he couldn’t see anything that—

He froze with wide eyes just looking at the woman rushing towards him like a gust of wind. He was standing right in her way, they were on a collision course, but she was looking down while utterly absorbed in the phone call she was having. That’s when he thought, Jin you idiot, you should have been listening, not looking.

The corners of his lips rose the second he predicted she would crash into him, which he absolutely wanted for some reason, but she subverted his expectations. His features went from cheeky to slumped when she dodged him expertly and just walked right past him without even looking up.

He turned to widen his eyes at her in a complaint, but she was walking steadily and quickly away without looking back. Well, he scoffed, how could she just focus so hard on her call or whatever that she didn’t see him standing right in her way? One should pay attention to their surroundings instead of—

He gasped, Wait!

It had to be her, there was no mistaking the happiness in his heart making it bounce around inside his chest. The wind was blowing him in her direction, it was her. Her, huh? He grinned widely in the last meters to get to her, he couldn’t believe he had found her.

He grabbed her hand and she immediately turned around with shock on her face. She had been saying something on the phone, but she was now muted just staring at him with big wide eyes.

He could tell her eyes were big and expressive just at that moment, but he wondered how they would look when she smiled. Her cheeks were pink from the start of the year cold, and the little cloud of steam in front of her small heart-shaped mouth as she breathed was freakishly cute. Her long brown hair was tied in a ponytail and her jacket covered her almost to her knees, not letting him actually see much of her.

He caressed her hand with his thumb gently as he smiled at her, giving her time to come to the same realization as him — this was it. Meanwhile, a tingly sensation was shooting up his arm and filling him with an indescribable euphoria that just confirmed his belief. His eyes were shining as his lips curved in a smile full of endearment.

Yet she was just shocked, staring at him. She had felt the breeze playing with her feelings, but she thought it was the stress, the burnout, so she just focused on getting home. But that tingly sensation… it had to be, right?

But how could it be him?! He was gorgeous, what the heck was that? It was hard enough to believe they had just crossed paths like that at Yeouido Hangang Park (what were the chances?!), but how could he be so… beautiful? Symmetrical? Proportional? Flawless?

Was he real? Was he a painting? A doll? Was he just a dream? Was she dreaming?

“What’s your name?”

Her brain short-circuited. “I’ll call you back,” she murmured without thinking, putting the phone down instantly.

His voice was beautiful too, but that wasn’t possible. None of that could be happening to her, how could destiny do that to her?

“Jaehwa,” she breathed, still quite unsure if she was dreaming, and kind of hoping she was.

He smiled but looked down, he was seemingly shy yet meanwhile she could only focus on his pouty lips. He looked so adorab— 

What the hell was she thinking?!

“My name is Jin. Kim Seokjin.”

She nodded, still with wide eyes though now they were staring at his chest as if she couldn’t face him.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said, raising their hands still clasped together in between them.

She blinked, a deep shade of crimson spreading on her cheeks. She could barely breathe, this wasn’t natural. What was he, a reincarnated prince?!

She stammered, “I’m… I’m not sure about what’s happening.”

“I think we’re soulmates,” he told her calmly, like a summer breeze whispering a secret. She felt a shudder, that was not possible. How could he feel so… intimate with her, like they had no secrets, when she just met him. “You know, tingling sensation and all.”

She swallowed hard, refusing to blush even more, then she bit her lip. Right. She couldn’t even bring herself to walk away, no matter how incredulous she was. She couldn’t rationalize her way around that feeling, and her skin was still humming all the way to her chest now. Her heart was reveling in the feeling as if she had been waiting all along. Well, maybe he was right. It was absolutely impossible and ridiculous but… maybe?

She took a deep breath and adjusted her coat around her neck, preventing the cold from slipping in, and to do so she had to let go of his hand.

“This will sound weird but… would it be okay if I just gave you my number?” She asked and he blinked his long eyelashes in surprise. “I’m sorry, I’m just really tired and I fear I’m just hallucinating this whole thing.”

He chuckled, “I see, I understand. We’re both quite tired, I think.”

She looked up at him — he did look tired with dark circles around his eyes, despite his smile. 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, “How about you give me your number and I message you in the morning? Then you know if you got a message, it’s because it’s real and this really happened.”

Her eyebrows furrowed for a second before she nodded curtly, “Fine, that sounds good.”

You can go here to keep reading [ao3] (this story is finished) 💜

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Seeking the Sunrise 💜 Chapter 1

PAIRING: idol!Hoseok x OC

SUMMARY: Haesun was adrift, her life was happening but she had no idea where she was going. Finding her soulmate was on the wishlist, but it was by no means a priority. Cue in the cutest guy that happens to be a household name in the music industry with his whole life figured out. He's her soulmate, isn't that great? If only he wanted to find love like she did...

WORD COUNT: 4.3k (Total: 32k)

GENRE: Soulmate AU, s2l

RATING: Explicit (for the sexual content in the last chapter)

WARNINGS: angst, tragedy, comfort, minor character death, they're both lost really

(You can also read it on AO3, originally posted June 2023)

A.N. I have this poll I've been meaning to do about my soulmate series and to do so, I thought I should probably introduce those stories first 😅😋Hobi's story is the second of the Soul Palette Series and it serves as the second prequel to Call You Mine. I'm uploading each story's 1st chapter here to give you all a taste 😋

The girls burst out laughing and giggling at the boys trying to jump around the classroom while playing some sort of catch game with someone’s pencil case. The guy chasing it was laughing in embarrassment and even some girls entered the game.

“Are you afraid?”

“Wait until Eusun gets here.”

“We’re so going to tell her.”

“Tell her what?” Haesun asked in a whisper to her best friend, Sunyi, who was sitting at the desk behind her. 

She leaned in to whisper back, “He wrote a confession on a piece of paper and was going to give it to her.”

Haesun smiled, “Eusun would say no…”

“He doesn’t care. She’s just too pretty,” she shrugged and Haesun kept her soft eyes as she eyed the game. 

She could understand that, although it defeated the purpose. “If they’re not soulmates, then what is the use?” She asked rhetorically, preparing her notebooks for class.

Sunyi leaned on Haesun’s table, “You know the likelihood of actually finding a soulmate?”

“We’re too young to worry about it,” she scoffed.

“But not too young to date and have fun.”

Haesun nodded, “Sure, I’m just saying that it feels like a waste of time.”

Sunyi pursed her lips, “Hmm… dating someone who is not your soulmate… can still teach you valuable skills.”

“Shouldn’t all your firsts be with your soulmate?”

The girls turned to see Eusun sitting beside Haesun while adjusting her uniform ribbon. Haesun looked around; the boy had managed to get his pencil case back and everyone was talking quietly in a corner, so of course Eusun didn’t suspect a thing.

Sunyi sighed, “Again, the odds. Are you saying you’re saving your firsts for him?”

“Of course,” Eusun answered softly, brushing her long-styled hair behind her back.

“Your first date? First holding hands? First kiss?”

Eusun nodded to all questions and then smiled at Haesun for support, who just smiled back.

Sunyi groaned, “Imagine that! Seriously, what if you have to wait until you're twenty? Thirty? Forty? What if it never happens?!”

“Then it wasn’t meant to be,” Eusun answered, almost with a dreamlike sigh.

Their homeroom teacher entered the room while saying good morning and they all sat properly, ready to start their lesson. Eusun suddenly gasped and sat up very straight and Haesun looked at her in surprise.

“Is everything okay?” She whispered to the side, yet the teacher spoke immediately.

“Listen everyone. We have a transfer student, be sure to be welcoming. Come on in,” she said louder.

Their classroom door slid open and a tall boy entered with their school’s uniform, white earphones around his neck as if he had just put them down, and widened eyes. Haesun thought he looked pretty normal, so she couldn’t understand Eusun’s reaction: she was staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Well, present yourself to class.”

The boy glanced at the teacher before his eyes fell right on Eusun again. “Hello. I’m Ji Sung-hyun. I hope we all get along.”

“You can sit down.”

The teacher was ready to move on to other things, but the boy stopped right in front of Haesun and Eusun, making the latter look up at him as if she was staring at an angel. Haesun was just frowning, what the hell was he doing?

“Hi,” he said, and from that close Haesun could see he was blushing and that his hands were twitching. 

“Hi.”

Haesun raised her eyebrows, Eusun was blushing too! What were those two morons doing?!

“Ji Sung-hyun-ssi—”

Haesun didn’t hear what the teacher said and probably nobody else did either. Sung-hyun extended his hand to Eusun and they both gasped when their hands touched. The whole class entered an uproar then, with gasps and yells, and the teacher tried to keep the order as Eusun got up to stare into his eyes as if nothing else existed.

“Holy shit…” Sunyi gasped from behind Haesun, who turned to her. “They’re soulmates!”

December 17th 2018

Haesun finished typing on the computer right on time as the teacher announced the end of the class and everyone in the auditorium got up.

“Ahh! I thought it would never end!”

She smiled at the boredom overflowing from Sunyi’s voice, who was stretching without a care in the world now that the professor had left.

“I thought it was interesting…”

Sunyi scoffed and leaped to check what she was writing, “Yeah, right. Who are you talking to?”

Haesun grinned and closed her laptop, “No one much.” Sunyi rolled her eyes and turned to get her things in her bag, Haesun did the same. “But there’s a soulmating party next Friday at the Club M2 in Hongdae.”

Sunyi scoffed as they made their way out of the auditorium. “I thought you were dating… oh what’s his name…”

Haesun shrugged and brushed her long black hair that was starting to curl with the humidity of December. “We’re talking and we had lunch once. Besides, he’s not my soulmate so we’re going.”

Sunyi sighed as they exited the faculty, “What’s the use?” Haesun froze and raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like it’s going to happen…”

“It might,” Haesun argued easily with a smile. “If Eusun found hers—”

“So what? She was just lucky!” Sunyi frowned, looking down. “From our class back in high school, how many found theirs by now? Three? Four?”

“So?”

“And now in college, how many in our class have found them? Ten? Fifteen?”

Haesun sighed and turned around, unwilling to miss the bus over Sunyi’s doubts. “Numbers don’t matter.”

“Of course they do—”

“Having fun is what matters. Finding companionship, admiration, support, and love. That’s what matters. That’s what Eusun has, and that you can find with anyone, he doesn’t have to be your soulmate.”

Sunyi looked down as she followed Haesun to the bus stop. “Eusun…”

Haesun turned back once they reached the post with the right number and smiled, “Eusun was lucky, yes, but we have to live too, right? And we won’t find them by staying at home watching soap operas or dramas.”

Sunyi’s eyes were tearing up and Haesun moved closer to rub her arms. “What if we never find them?”

“Then we don’t! But we might find someone else that we like spending time with. My parents aren’t bonded and neither are yours.” 

Sunyi heaved a deep breath, “I just hate it… I hate that people are searching for something that seems impossible to find and that by doing so, they don’t give a real opportunity to other relationships.” Their bus stopped and they got in as Haesun nodded her agreement. “It’s like, my parents met in high school, they were friends for many years and then decided that they wanted to be together. Nowadays it’s like ‘Oh, but I might meet them just around the corner, so I’m not going to commit’. If they were just around the corner, you would have met them already!”

She sat down with a plop and Haesun laced an arm under hers and dropped her head on her best friend’s shoulder. “That’s true… it’s so hard.” She sighed deeply, “But then, what are we supposed to do? If we can’t find our soulmates and we can’t find another person to love, then what? We stay single and die alone?”

Sunyi grabbed her hand to pull their arms closer together, “You’ll never die alone, Haesun. No matter what, we’ll be friends forever.”

Haesun grinned happily, hugging Sunyi’s arm tight, “We’ll be grannies together.”

“Obviously.”

Haesun smiled and they chatted about all sorts of things, from how dumb it was to have classes so close to Christmas, to how cold it was, to wishing there was a first snow soon though they had no one to kiss at the moment, and then to how Haesun would have to work during the break.

“No! Really?”

“Yap, Yeeun is sick, so I’ll cover her shifts for this week and the week of Christmas.”

“That’s insane!” Sunyi gasped as they stepped out of the bus.

“Yeah, but it will pay well.”

Sunyi pursed her lips, “You know, I’m sure your parents, even your aunt would help out if they knew you—”

“I know, but I don't want them to. I’m going home, I need to take tonight to sleep well before the next two weeks of work.”

She waved at Sunyi and turned in the opposite direction. As she walked down the residential street on the outskirts of Seoul, she wondered about Sunyi’s words. 

She always thought that at twenty-one years old she would have her life figured out: her soulmate, a pet, a degree, and her own place. She was twenty and none of those things were true.

After Eusun found her soulmate all those years back in high school, Haesun had actually fallen into the trap of believing the exact same would happen to her and Sunyi. Because why not? They were the trio of best friends, it made perfect sense. 

But life didn’t work that way. Eusun grew up faster than them — at seventeen she was going through things most people they knew never fully understood or experienced. She was maturing faster, seeing things as an adult, and she was with her soulmate all the time. Soon, their trio became a duo and Haesun was forced to admit something she only ever thought happened in dramas was real: society did separate between mated and unmated people.

Not out of malice, but naturally because one side envied or didn’t understand the other. No one shunned anyone, obviously, but there was a rift between them. After all, how could Haesun comprehend the depths of Eusun’s feelings if she had never felt something quite like it?

She kicked a pebble on the road at the memory of Eusun’s words. Pathetic, ridiculous. She had cried so much after that, at losing her best friend, when in reality it was all bullshit. She didn’t have to be bonded to be in love, to experience happiness, passion, companionship, or empathy. And it did look a lot like bonded people lost the ability to empathize with those who weren't.

But Eusun’s attitudes were not enough to give soulmating a bad name. Haesun had read a lot on the subject with her aunt, who was utterly obsessed with the topic, and realized that indeed it was a state of grace. Eusun was just a bad apple she had once called her best friend. Big deal.

No, it was still a nice idea, but at twenty years old she was done waiting. She had started dating the year before and decided to have fun. Odds were she would be unmated anyway, so there was no point in not getting to know a few men and seeing if anyone clicked. 

The pet wasn’t a reality yet because Auntie was taking medication that made her sick to almost everything, so she was not risking her health. She had her whole life to have a pet, no big deal.

She would have a degree in nine months, she just wasn’t excited about it. She wasn’t eager to tell her parents, who busted their asses off working in a shoe factory so she could study, that Literature wasn’t the most employable degree and that after almost three years she was finding that she didn’t enjoy it. Not only that, but the perspective of going into journalism or something else also didn’t excite her. She felt incredibly lost. 

And she would never have her own place. She typed the password of the apartment building on the keyboard by the front door with a small smile. She was happy to have the chance to live with Auntie so she got to be in Seoul and study there, but she wasn’t delusional: having an apartment in Seoul was a luxury someone like her would never afford. Especially now that every penny she earned went to paying the tuition of a course she didn’t like so her parents didn’t have to do it and make her guilty out of her mind.

“Sunnie, you home?”

“Yeah!”

She took off her shoes and jacket and quickly went to the kitchen to help her aunt.

“Woah, it smells so good!” She rubbed Auntie’s arms in support and not even the woolen coat and layers of clothes could hide her thinness. “Let me help you.”

Her aunt was joyous as ever to have her niece spend the evening with her, but her smile disappeared fast when Haesun told her about her shifts.

She frowned as they sat down on the low table to eat. “You don’t have to kill yourself working.”

Haesun smiled, “I know. And I’m not, I’ll be on vacation anyway.”

She served them both as the eldest shook her head. “We should visit your parents for Christmas…”

“And we will, the restaurant closes on Christmas.”

She sighed, “You know that is not what I mean.” Haesun just smiled because that was the way to get away with it. Auntie sighed again, “You should tell them.”

“What?”

“That you want to study something else.”

“And tell them their hard-earned five million won went to the trash? No.”

“They want you to be happy, they don’t care about that. They only paid for one year, anyway—”

“They paid for everything up to that point too and I’m not sure I’ll ever repay them.”

“Hey,” Auntie stopped, giving Haesun a firm look. “Are children supposed to repay their parents? Did you ask to be born? Do you think they do it out of obligation? Or out of love? Because you’re the sun in their eyes? Stop saying nonsense.”

“I’m sorry, Auntie.”

“If only, missie,” she puffed and reached for the water. “Unfortunately, you’re as stubborn as my brother.”

“And you,” she grinned again and her aunt stifled a laugh.

They chatted throughout dinner and cleaned the kitchen together.

“How’s the boy… What's his name…”

Haesun puffed her hair out of her face because her hands were wet with the soap as she did the dishes. “Seriously, we’re just talking, it’s not a big deal.”

Her aunt shrugged as she dried the dishes, “Well, alright. If he’s your friend, I see no reason for not asking about him.”

Haesun shook her head with a smirk, “We’re not really friends.”

Auntie sighed and grabbed the next dish, “You know how I feel about that.”

“And I’ve told you it's a different generation…”

“I understand that, but you’re not settling down with a partner like my brother did. You’re just talking around, dancing around, doing who knows what—”

“Auntie!” Haesun gasped in shock.

“I know, I know! I’m not shaming! I’m saying you should, I don’t know, do something outside of your comfort zone!” Haesun took a deep breath. “Maybe then you’d activate your thread of fate and finally cross his path.”

“Or maybe that’s dumb and I’ll meet him on the bus tomorrow, the same one I always take to school and back home,” she argued with a shrug. Her aunt was pursing her lips in annoyance, yet Haesun just sighed and decided to keep going with the dishes. “You know I dislike the thought that I need to wait or activate my fate. As if my life only starts or becomes valuable if I meet him. I want to live on my own too. What if I never find him? Will my life be worthless then?”

“Of course not! Sunnie!”

“I know, of course not!” She nodded vehemently as she gave her aunt the last plate. “Look at your life, auntie, as an established author who traveled the world and met so many people. Maybe that’s the life I want one day, hm? A life lived for me, not waiting for someone else.”

Auntie dried the plate and placed it on a pile before putting her hands on her niece’s shoulders. 

“My life was filled with adventure, I surely had a lot of fun. I don’t regret much, but I do regret not ever feeling that deep love and connection. The soul that would have matched mine. I’m not saying I would have sacrificed everything I have experienced, but it would have certainly been even more fun and meaningful with him. Not to mention…” her hands went to adjust her headscarf. “Not even for myself, but… chances are he is or is going to be sick too. I wish… that wouldn’t happen, even if I never meet him.” Haesun reached to hug her immediately and she smiled. “I wish no one would feel this pain. Ever.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Auntie smiled and petted Haesun’s hair. Whenever she did that, Haesun always had the impression that Auntie was consoling her, not being consoled herself. Maybe it was because she knew Haesun was so scared of losing someone so important to her. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, life happens. This included.” She hugged her for a silent moment before pulling away. “Now enough babbling, you need to rest if you’re meant to work so many days in a row.”

Tuesdays are not the worst. Tuesdays are fine.

Haesun kept repeating that to herself as a smile was plastered on her face trying to deal with semi-drunk overbearing people. And she wasn’t wrong; usually, Tuesdays were not the worst dinner shifts at all. But maybe because it was the week before Christmas, everyone was out. Every freaking one. 

From students to families to workers, to whoever, it seemed that everyone had decided tonight was the night to go out for dinner. And as she held onto her tray and sought a moment to breathe before taking on the last group, she wondered how she would deal with that chaos for the rest of the week.

Yet as soon as she lifted her head, she felt dizzy. She frowned and pressed her temples, What the hell?

“Haesun, all good?” Screamed the chef and owner from the kitchen, seeing her through the pass.

“Yeah!” She yelled back, surprised he had noticed. She must have stayed like that for a while. “Yeah, I’m… going.”

Of course, she had to move, her boss was watching, but that wasn’t why her feet were guiding her to the last room of the restaurant, the one where the group had been settled in by the host. She was frowning because she felt really lightheaded, but her body was moving on its own because she had somewhere to be. Somewhere that wasn’t the bathroom, in case she needed to barf, or the kitchen to get something with sugar, but somehow… something better.

“Haesun, are you okay?” 

She glanced up right before she slid the door to the room. Her hand twitched. 

The host continued, “Do you want me to handle this? It’s late and you’ve had a long day, it’s a big group—”

“No! No, no, of course not. I got this. Just… this one.”

She tried smiling, but she had no idea if it worked because her fingers were already hooked on the handle of the door to slide it open. Her eyes fell immediately on a random guy with a green beanie and a gray sweater and he got up, so pale she would think he had seen a ghost. Maybe she was pale too?

But… Why was his nose so perfect? His cheeks were high but framed a beautifully round and perked-up nose. And his lips were so full, how?

Wait… Was she staring?

“Haesun?”

She turned to the host whispering her name, but she couldn’t think. All around her, the group of people seemed worried not about her but about the man with the green hoodie standing up.

“Are you okay?”

“Is something wrong?”

His eyes were so wide she feared that maybe she was being an eyesore or something. What the hell was she doing? Why couldn’t she think? Why would she think that? It was because she couldn’t think.

She hugged the tray and bowed to the group, slowly backing away out of sight.

“I think I need a moment,” she confessed to the host, swallowing dryly. 

“Of course you do, take a break, I’ll take their order.”

He entered the room to meet the guests so that should have been her cue, but her feet weren’t moving. Her heart was speeding so fast she could have collapsed, but somehow it was building up to something she did not know what.

A second later someone passed the doorway and stopped right in front of her, as if searching for something. There was no one to the right, but there she was on his left. She thought she should get out of the way but as soon as she saw his eyes, she froze again. No way she could move now.

He turned to her, still pale, still wide-eyed, but this time his chin was dropped a little. He heard the commotion from the room and raised his hands before taking two steps forward. And wouldn’t you know, suddenly her feet moved on their own because her brain surely wasn’t capable of that level of awareness. Her body moved in his tempo as if by just raising his hands she knew exactly what he wanted. 

She swallowed dryly again, nearly deafened by the beating of her heart pumping blood too fast through her brain, so fast it probably wasn’t reaching it at all. That’s it. She had no blood, that’s why she couldn’t think straight.

Wait, what?

He suddenly grinned and clasped his hands as if to contain his excitement, “Ahhh, I can’t really believe this is happening. Right? It’s happening, right? It has to be.”

She nodded. Whatever it was, it was surely happening.

“I’ve never felt like this, so it has to be… right? Ahhh, seriously, woah,” he rubbed his face, then adjusted his green beanie, smoothed his gray sweater, then extended his right hand to her politely, “Nice to meet you.”

She blinked, she was staring at his hands. Totally, from the start, from the moment he touched his face. He was tall, clearly thin despite all those layers of clothes, and his hands looked delicate. He moved delicately, in fact. She wasn’t delicate, she didn’t move like that. Weren’t they supposed to be the same?

“Miss?”

Her eyes moved from his chest to his eyes and blinked. His lips twitched as if he debated on whether to say something else and she huffed in a breath.

“Right! Me, right? Yes!” Her cheeks blushed instantly, but at least she was breathing. At least she had blood again. “I’m Haesun. Shin Haesun.”

She took his hand and bowed deeply, and her whole body tensed like a wire being overcharged. She gasped quietly and looked up with descended eyebrows while he made sure to use both hands to hold hers, making that sensation even more intense.

His joyful smile vanished slowly as his eyes lingered on her and those feelings treaded to their chests. Her heart was beating so happily, now fully with the only reason that mattered, that her whole body warmed and relaxed in successive waves. It wasn’t really a pleasure as one would receive in a massage for example, but it was definitely pleasurable. She would have melted into his arms if there wasn’t a burst of energy that almost had her hopping around, and preferably into his arms too.

“Hobi, we’re waiting for your order!”

Hobi? She furrowed her brow, where had she heard that name before?

“I’ll be there in a minute!” He answered dismissively before turning to her again. She was already too hot and the more he looked at her, the more she was convinced her legs would give in. “We… I have to go back, it’s our Christmas dinner.” 

She blinked with a nod, of course. She, uh… she could… do something else other than hold his hand and stare at him. Surely.

“But you… I need to know all about you.” His thumb brushed her skin absentmindedly and she blinked yet again. Then why not right now? She wanted it right now, she didn’t want to be separated from him now. He reached for his phone in his pocket, “Please, give me your number. Let’s meet again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes. Please.”

“When?”

“I don’t know, I…” She had to split their hands to take the phone, which was not pleasant at all. She felt like a battery that just got disconnected from the grid. “First thing in the morning?”

“I have classes.”

“Oh, okay, ahm…” She was typing as he hummed. “Tell me when you could make it.”

“Between class and work, so around four to like five thirty… six if I ask for it.”

She extended his phone back respectfully with both hands and he wrapped his around them, not that concerned about the phone. They stayed just like that.

“Hobi!”

“Sir,” a polite male voice called from the entryway and he let go of her immediately. “Should I order ahead without you?”

“Yeah, I will need a minute. Please,” he asked with a bow and the host bowed back. He gave a glance to Haesun with an implicit question and she smiled at him in reassurance. Hobi turned back to her once the host left and took his phone gently from between her fingers. “I’ll text you the address so meet me tomorrow, okay?” She nodded. “It’s a promise.” His tone almost spoke of relief and she smiled. “Can I… can I take your photo? I— All my contacts have their photos, so…”

“Sure!”

She tried rearranging her messy black hair falling off the ponytail, then her black turtleneck that was surely out of place. Her makeup was very bland, but there was nothing to do there. She probably did not look good but that didn’t even cross her mind — her soulmate was aiming his phone camera to take her picture. Her lips curved.

You can go here to keep reading [ao3] (this story is finished) 💜

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To Blossom 🚀 Chapter 16

He finished tucking her in, then grinned widely and hid his face in a pillow possibly to laugh as she pursed her lips. He had placed pillows all around her and wrapped her tightly inside the blanket, making a cocoon of sorts. She raised an eyebrow as he laughed quietly, a grin wide on his face.

“What are you doing?” She asked and instantly a subtone of amusement tried to slip through. She wasn’t mad, and his laughter eased her heart so much she could swear it took wing.

Instead of answering, he bit his lip and let her wiggle a little until she was comfortable. She was really there, wrapped in his blanket and afloat on his pillows with slightly puffy hair contrasting with the fluffy fabrics. He just couldn’t get enough of it.

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One year later...

For those of you who don't know of my work across platforms (all my stories can be found on my ao3), on April 6th it will be one year since I've finished Call You Mine (the first story of my Soulmate AU series). And I know that all my readers are patiently waiting for the next installment (Jungkook’s story) but the fact that it has been 1 year is bothering me 😭 This story has been in development hell (does this translate to writing?) for months just because I struggle to find the mood for it.

That being said, it's fully outlined and I have 30% of it written already, so instead of feeling bad about it, I thought I'd ask you all what you prefer as a reader.

(You can give your opinion as a reader even if you have never read any of the stories)

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Regarding your WIP game, can I please know more about the 5 Soulmate AU JJK WIP? Please and thank you, hun.

Thank you, you're so sweet 😭 But I have to say it's not Jujutsu Kaisen related 🙈

It's the 5th installment of my BTS soulmate series and I've been working on it since the summer (and I feel very guilty for leaving every reader that likes this series waiting so goddamn long for it 😭). I've never changed the outline of a story so many times: I reworked this story five times and went from 12 chapters to 61). I'm stuck on Chapter 15 for really no good reason, I'm just waiting to be back on this story's "mood".

Fun fact: you helped me A LOT with this story! The second plot line follows a couple handling their first baby and the struggles to adapt to this new rhythm and you helped me so much with that! Thank you! 🥰🙏

So in your honor, a sneak peek:

She took a deep soothing breath— A not-so-loud whimper crossed the apartment all the way to them and they both still smiled. That was a big difference: between feeling anxious and worried at every slight noise or confident that everything was alright. Yoongi pulled away, “She’s awake.” Freya nodded. “Finish the shower, I’ll go get her.” She opened her mouth to offer to take Aurora instead, but he pecked her forehead and turned to reach for a towel quickly. “I’ll take care of her, come join us when you can. We need to make a better system.” He dried himself quickly and threw the towel over the sink, then left to the bedroom to grab clothes, and that was when Freya lost sight of him. She sighed; now, she didn’t feel as anxious or scared anymore. Whatever happened, they would do it together.

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To Blossom 🚀 Chapter 14

Until a gentle pair of hands supported her waist, and a sigh tumbled from her lips.

“Are you okay?”

She looked at her soulmate, and the world stood tranquil as if fuzzy to anything but him. Her skin was tingling and filling her with a warmth she couldn't name but was thankful for, and at that moment, her thoughts stilled. She was overthinking things and making everything harder. There he was, supporting her again. Saying that he'd focus on nothing but her while she would selfishly decide everything against his wishes and complicate things. When he needed to be safe too.

She turned to look at him and her heart shook in its unbridled racing; when she wanted to stay by his side too.

golden-jeon-jungkook

The 5th entry of my Soulmate AU Series - I haven't touched it since November so after almost 7k words in today... maybe we're over the hard part now.

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I finished call you mine. What a rollercoster! They are indeed explosive to the very end hahahah

And now I'm gonna check out your other stories girl! Yuhuuuuuu

Eheh told yah 😁🥰 Ahhh it's crazy, I wonder what you'll read next? 😍😍🤗

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Hey giiiirrllll. I want you to know that your stories are so goooodd. I've read carnation jin from your soulmate series and now reading call you mine. It got me hooked from the beginning, even though I'm still in the early chapters.

Chapter 8 was fireee. I love their explosive interaction hahahahaha. Can't wait to finish it yuhuuuu

Okay let me sit down whaaaaat 🥺😭

Damn, it makes me so giddy and happy to hear that! Thank you for taking the time to let me know! 💜

I got some fire for those chapters (7-8) because of the rejection/explosive interaction between them, so seeing you enjoy it just hypes me! They're explosive to the very end, just so you know 😅😁 Gosh I miss writing them... 👀