Stuck With Jungkook

Soulmates

Jungkook pulled up his shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a tree, winding and twisting up his forearm. It was a pale green color, with red sap dripping down the trunk.

Uh...

This just got very interesting.

I look at my own tree, dark green in color and sligtly withered and dry. It seems as if my soulmate is scared, and sick. I look back at Jungkook.

"Are you sick or something? My tree is green. So, uh, if you're gonna throw up...do it over there! I dont deal with puke very well." The boys look utterly bewilered.

"Uh...we kind of thought you would make a bigger deal out of it." Jungkook mumbled.

"He thought you were going to reject him because he's so busy and lives in a totally different continent." Taehyung clarified.

"Hyung!" Jungkook exclaimed. The tree on my arm withered a little more and turned a lighter shade of green, gradually fading into deep blue. Embarrasment and despair. Hoping to calm him down, I gently start rubbing my tattoo. He visibly relaxes, and rubs back. Then he starts to realize what he's doing and looks down at his arm, and then at me, surprised. I raise an eyebrow.

"That effective, huh? I'm flattered!" He blushes hard, but I can tell from my tattoo that he's feeling better. "So, what do I do? Do I have to move? If you want I can move to Korea, I don't have any friends here anyway. By the way, can I meet your pets? I love animals, I actually hava a hermit crab named Wilson. At first, I got him just to spite my parents because they think pets are a useless distraction, but now we're best friends! I can't wait for you to meet-wait a second, what day is it?" I ask, suddenly panicked.

"It's Wednesday...? You were asleep for about a day." Hoseok says quietly. My eyes widen.

"OMG! WILSON! I was supposed to feed him after I got home from the fansign! Where's my purse? Someone get me my purse!" Jin and Jimin scramble to get my purse, and both grab it at the same time. They look at each other and back at the purse. "I don't care who brings it to me! Never mind, someone just find my house key and a notepad." I groan. After some searching, Jin comes up triumphantly with my house key dangling in his hand, and a notepad perched on top. Jimin has managed to find a working pen. I quickly wrote down my address, apartment number, and how much and what to feed Wilson. I handed the note and keys to Namjoon, who looked puzzled. "Go to my apartment and feed my crab. If he dies, so will you. If you break something, don't worry about it I break things daily." He nodded vigorously and nearly fell over his own feet rushing out the door. Sighing, I laid back down on the bed. "Crisis averted."

Silence.

"So...what's your name?" Jungkook said, avoiding eye contact.

"Oh, I never told you did I? I'm Abbey Quinn, just call me Quinn." He nodded.

"I guess you already know all about me, so if you don't mind me asking...who are you?" he asked shyly.

"Right, so first of all, you don't have to be so scared around me. I know girls get you nervous and all, but I'm agender."

"Yeah, but...which one?" Yoongi inquired, looking confused.

It took everything in me not to bust out laughing.

"I don't identify as a girl or a boy, or any gender for that matter. I have no gender. So I'm not a girl, and you have no reason to be scared of me. My gender expression is pretty fem though. So I like to dress more like a girl, but I could honestly go either way."

Yoongi nodded, still looking a little confused. "So...how do you know you're agender? I've heard of genderfluid and transgender, but never agender."

"I'm really impressed that you're asking questions, actually. Most people just write off people like me as freaks, and don't even ask anything about it. To answer your question, I just felt annoyed when people would address me as 'she' at first. I liked to dress up in glittery clothes and makeup, but I hated being labeled as female. I had severe chest dysphoria, and eventually got top surgery."

"What's top surgery?" Hobi asked.

"Good question. Top surgery is when a girl gets her chest removed. So this is for people who are transgender. Technically, since I went from female to non-binary, I am transgender."

"Oh, I get it now." he said, and opened his mouth to ask another question, but Taehyung cut him off.

"What's dysphoria?" I smiled inwardly at all the questions.

"Gender dysphoria is where you feel like you're in the wrong body. For me, having a girl's chest felt wrong, and it was just extra 'body' that I didn't need. It made me feel pretty awful when my mom complimented me on how fast I was growing." I made a disgusted face remembering the many times my mom had taken me shopping for lacey bras, when what I really wanted was a binder.

"What happened after you got top surgery?" Jungkook asked.

I frowned. "Well, I got kicked out by my parents once they found out I was pan, that I don't care about gender when it comes to relationships. They were even more infuriated when I told them I was asexual, and refused to give them grandkids because I wasn't interested in doing that kind of thing. Unbeknownst to them, I had saved up almost $200,000 from my online writing career. I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my sexuality a secret forever, so I started making money doing the thing I love. When they kicked me out, I was ready and bought an apartment in Los Angeles, set up my own bank account, got insurance, and kept on writing. I got into you guys a few years ago, and am just now realizing that when Namjoon gets to my apartment he will see all the merch I have, and I'm also just now realizing that's it's very embarrassing." My frown deepened as I saw the boys snickering. "I'm not sure if you're laughing in a good way or bad way. I'm really not that good at reading signals, so I don't communicate very well."

They immediately stopped giggling and started to try to apologize and explain all at once. Not again...

"HOLD YOUR HORSES! KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON! ONE AT A TIME!" I yelled, instantly shutting them up. I sighed and pointed to Jimin, who is closest to me. "You all seem to be trying to say the same thing, so you, say it for all of you."

Jimin stuttered and blushed, scratching the back of his neck. "We didn't mean it in a bad way...we just thought it was cute." He blushed even harder. Jungkook was staring daggers at his bandmate. I smirked and looked at my arm. The tree was a sickly brownish green...jealousy.

"Ah, is someone jealous? Jimin, I think you should stop blushing, or Jungkookie here might have a fit." I presented my arm, which was now paling back to embarrasment.

Jungkook was now the blushing mess. I thought it was the cutest thing ever, and aww'ed at him.

Before I could say anything else, though, a doctor walked in.