Soulless

le point de départ

No matter how many times Jimin repeats the words in his head, they never make sense to him.

"We're soulmates, Jimin."

Not only is that absurdly impossible to any extent of their reality, but it's also disheartening to hear from the one he trusts most. Yoongi is well aware of Jimin's insecurities, his troubles, and conflicts when he was forced to come to terms with the fact he was soulless.

Not only was he a damned soul, he was also forced to connect people, to find their destiny. Always searching for a treasure he could never possess. He remembers laying in his Mother's lap, her soft fingers trailing endless patterns in his hair while she recited her love story.

She was on a graduate trip to Jeju with the rest of her rising class, and they had met on the island. They didn't know that they were soulmates, too young and infatuated to realize the true driving force behind their feelings. His parents spent every day, every hour together under the sun, soaking in all of their warmth from each other. When they had to depart, tragedy broke out when both became extremely ill.

His mother was in the hospital for weeks before an Emotional Connector came to her aid.

"There's a boy suffering just like you are a few rooms down," He joked.

And they were reunited that same day.

A soulmate story of the century if you ask Jimin.

He could never hear it enough times. Always asking his mother and listening to her so intently, like this was the first time he was being told. He couldn't wait until he found his soulmate. He dreamed that they would be everything Jimin loved. He wanted his story to be dramatic and intense, but quick and easy all the same. He was devastated when he learned that he had to wait until he presented to be able to seek a soul connector and finally know his destiny.

The world stopped on October Thirteenth.

Jimin's nineteenth birthday.

He had stayed in bed. Letting his fingers caress the cheap cotton sheets he and his boyfriend had invested in. Living in an apartment was cozy, cheap items, and cutting quality for utility was necessary to afford the place, school, and still be comfortable with the bills.

Jimin rolled over, the thin fabric stretching across his bare torso, his chest still flushed from the night before.

"Consider this an early present, Blossom," Yujun had told him before taking full rapture in Jimin's sensuality.

He smiled dumbly, letting last night replay countless times in his head. He must still be dreaming. No college student working minimum wage should be this happy, content, and fulfilled.

Yujun made Jimin feel like his destiny was complete after all.

"Jiminie," his lover called from the kitchen, the paper thin walls made talking across the apartment much easier, "I know you're awake, I can hear you giggling."

Jimin smiled wider, swinging his legs over to the floor and pulling up a pair of sweats, "Coming!"

In his trek to the kitchen, his nose became aroused at the smell of toast and eggs. His boyfriend had on that silly neon green apron, completely bare otherwise while he hovered over their stove.

"I'm making gaeran tostu," he said over his shoulder with a grin.

Jimin sheepishly hid behind his hands, "You spoil me."

"Only today my sweet, so indulge yourself before the special treatment expires."

Jimin laughed and stumbled over to Yujun, kicking his beloved bare backside to tease.