꒰ ◦✩ ❝ His Bright Side ❞ ✩◦ ꒱
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" Aren't you guys too different to be soulmates? "
" Of course not. We're perfect together, she's my bright side in life. "
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A soulmate au in which two college students realize they have a unique bo...
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Getting back to his dorm, Yoongi sighs out tiredly as he shuts his door and begins dropping his books and such from his arms and shoulders down to their designated spot on the floor.
He feels relieved when he does this, the weight being literally lifted from his shoulders now that he know longer has to lug around three painfully heavy textbooks.
He knows he'll have to do it all again tomorrow, but that's a thought he doesn't care to pay attention to at the moment.
Instead, he chooses to focus on the small blue bag which for some reason, he hadn't dropped along with the rest of his things...
He stares down at it, bottom lip being tugged on between his teeth as he debates weather or not he should open it.
A part of him, the part that has always yearned to meet his soulmate, is screaming :
"Yes!! Open it!! It's from your soulmate! You're nice, pretty, extremely bubbly soulmate! You're so lucky to get a gift from her!! What are you waiting for!?"
But just as loudly in the back of his mind, there's the part of him that's screaming :
"Are you dumb?? What happened to never allowing yourself to get hurt again? Opening this bag is like opening the floodgates to your heart. You're bound to let in all sorts of horrible little sharks whose only goal is to hurt you. Don't do it, not again!"
Ultimately, Yoongi drops the bag by the rest of his things and let's out an annoyed grumble beneath his breath as he forces himself to walk towards his bed.
He needs to nap, needs to escape from his thoughts, needs to be at peace for a bit...
Stumbling out of his jeans and shirt, Yoongi flops down onto his mattress, snuggling underneath the blankets and immediately hugging his pillow to his chest as he huffs outa quiet breath and closes his eyes.
This, is his favorite part of the day. It's the part of the day where no one can bother him. The part of the day where not even his own mind can intrude on him.
He loves this part of the day.
Well, normally he does anyways....
Sighing, Yoongi turns over on his side and looks back to the blue bag sitting by the door.
"It's like it's staring at me." He grunts, the previous feeling of something burning a hole into the back of his head severely irking the man. "Y'know what," He now sits up in bed, throwing the blankets off of himself as he rolls his eyes impatiently. "no. I'm not letting you win this way. You're not going to get to me by talking to Suho, and you're not going to get to me by guilt tripping me with that smile of yours."
