Destiny's Mark [Yoongi/Suga x Reader Soulmate AU]

Chapter 7

   The sun was shining down upon the crowd of people, everyone talking and cheering while they were waiting in line. Everywhere you looked, colors and smiles of excitement were what greeted your eyes, and you could only grin as excitement coursed through your veins. The waiting line was long on all entrances, but you felt like you could stay like this the whole day, especially knowing that in a few minutes you would get to enter the stadium.
  The bad memories of the past did not get a chance to haunt you while you stood in line with your friend, both grinning and exchanging ideas about what you will see and hear. You were wearing a purple shirt and your friend was wearing an army-style shirt, and you were both giggling as you prepared your lightsticks, the Army Bomb, both having drawn a small purple heart on it. This was your first BTS concert, so your excitement soared through the sky, probably reaching stars and planets. From what you saw at previous concerts, you knew you will come out of this practically glowing and walking on air.
   Although you had a job in London, after five months of moping around that city after the New Years passed, especially after you were hospitalized the first day of the year with high fever and bad coughing, your friend decided you needed a change of scenery, so she convinced you to come to visit her. And on the day of your arrival, what she shoved in front of your eyes before she even hugged you were the concert tickets, VIP even. You cried, not only because you got to see her and hug her again after more than a year, but also because both of you got to finally experience your favorite band performing so close to both of you.
     During the week before the concert, you both practiced your chants and songs, becoming regulars at the karaoke club not far from her home. You also went sightseeing and getting to learn more about the culture in Berlin, Germany. One thing this mark brought in your life was traveling more than you could ever imagine. From a small town to the big cities, to marvelous and beautiful countries, with multitudes of cultures and traditions. Even though you went through pain and lost connections, and the mark would never bring true happiness in your life, for the most part, you were satisfied. And now that you got to see BTS perform in a concert, and you could even see them during the soundcheck before the crowd spilled in and the sounds got to explode your eardrums and brain.
   You smiled and felt your heart exploding as the VIP ticket holders were let in, and following the directions, you got hold of your friend's hand and entered nervously inside. You knew there was nothing to be nervous about inside, but your heart hammered so loudly in your chest cavity, you were afraid it might overshadow any other sound from the concert. Anxiety tried taking a hold of you, but you smacked it away, your eyes glued to the large stage you were approaching. Your left arm itched and you wanted to put ice on the mark to make it stop throbbing, but the moment you saw movement on the scene, nothing mattered anymore. 

  Following your friend to your seats as the entire concert arena was filled with seats for everyone, you breathed out any type of thoughts you could have, and followed the movement on the stage. All types of people moved around up there, from people checking on equipment, to people giving it one last sweep, to people bringing in last-minute props, to band members walking on stage, checking their mics and their positioning. And with that you were gone, your mind going on 'record' mode, making sure it got everything before the excitement of the concert swept your body, mind, and soul away in the purple sea of love, self-love, and adoration.

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  On the stage, a lone figure dressed in black and with a cap covering their face looked out in the crowd slowly filling the designated VIP seats. Their hand reached for their right arm and having found who they were looking for, they left back, pretending to carry something from the stage. Having reached the door to the changing room, they took off their cap, revealing Yoongi, an unreadable expression on his face. Hoseok was the first one to notice something was off with the black-haired rapper, and before he could ask if tiredness was kicking in after so many months of training and practically diving into his work without taking a break, he noticed Yoongi holding onto his right arm.
  "Is it your soulmate?" was the only thing he asked, and Yoongi looked at him, eyes deepening in color and a frown appearing on his face. That was answer enough for Hoseok, and he was caught between being happy for his hyung and being mad at this so-called soulmate for standing Yoongi up in London. "How do you want to proceed, hyung?" he finally asked, trying to keep a neutral expression, but anyone could feel the excitement bouncing off of him from miles away.
  "We have a concert to do, first and foremost" replied Yoongi, going back into his professional stance, face devoid of any emotion "I will ask Ji Wook to keep an eye on her and then approach her when the concert ends to bring her here" he sighed, trying not to let the headache take hold.
After the New Years' party ended, Yoongi was an angry mess for a few days. He went visiting as an excuse to look around London the best he could, but no sign of the red-haired woman he was looking for. He even considered if he was going mad, and that night was just an illusion, but the memory of the burn on his mark was too real, sometimes even thinking it was still searing his skin. When they had to leave, he still hadn't said a thing to his friends, and only after they reached Seoul, he told them what happened.
  They were not as shocked as he thought they would be, as they already suspected something along the lines, but they were confused as to how neither realized they were soulmates the whole time they were together. Theories and conspiracies were born from their mind, and Yoongi wondered if it was worth the trouble to tell them, but they supported his decision of not trying harder than he did until then. If they were not meant to meet again, they had at least those two nights to remember them, at least he had them because she probably did not know who he was.
   Afterward, he let his work and hobby consume him, sometimes her image appearing in his mind while he was working on his songs, other times he could swear he saw a flash of red and green dance by him in the mirror. He hated the fact he could not get her out of his mind, and so he danced harder, trained harder, rapped faster, and composed more, all to not have a minute's rest for his brain to produce any memory or inquiry about her. It worked better when the tour was announced, and the dancing and practices doubled and he wanted to give ARMYs the best show they ever had. His mind revolved around songs and dances, and concerts and flights, nothing else. No time for dreams, or he just did not remember them, even though sometimes he woke up like he just ran a marathon, but he just thought it was because of the hard work.
  He could not lie to himself how his heart skipped a beat every time he saw a flash of red hair ahead of him, and how disappointment flooded his system when it was not her. The moment they landed in London, his lungs almost stopped breathing, and he wondered if he was going through a panic attack. But no matter how much he looked around everywhere, in the streets, from his car, from the window of his hotel room, during outings with his band members and managers, even through the faces of the ARMYs there, she was never in the crowd. It was like she was just a ghost now, a spirit bent to haunt him forever, to remind him they met, and then they parted, breaking his soul somehow in the process.
   And now here she was, in Berlin, so far away from the place they danced and agreed to meet again. So far away from the place they first met, and she drunkenly clung to him to walk and at the same time stay away from him. She was there, in the crowd of people attending their concert, his concert. And his heart was hammering in his chest again, the panic attacking him, wondering what he would tell her when they meet eye to eye again. He could almost imagine how he would look into her eyes, probably sparkles still swimming in them, and her smile would still be as wide as when they danced, and her laughter would tickle his ears and warm his soul. And he wanted to do all those things right now, not wait. 

   But he knew he had to perform first, then he could run to her and look into her eyes, let his eyes drink all of her in, and then before he could let his soul heal from the pieces lost on the way, he would ask her 'why?'. He knew, no matter her answer, he would probably not let her finish, he would be too busy bringing her closer to him, feeling her warmth against him, holding her, and making sure she could never escape him again.
  So, when the time came for them to go out there to perform, he put the best performance possible, his eyes always dwelling on the area he knew she was in, trying to lock eyes with her even through the shining lights and blind stage effects. He was so concentrated on her, he could not even hear Jin shout in surprise during the break when his own mark started blooming alongside his left hand, the flower opening its pink petals. But he did hear the boys cheer, and then he turned his attention to the noise and saw Jin smile widely and hug the hand to his chest, eyes looking around widely, probably searching for the person that made his little flower bud bloom so beautifully. Theories flew through the air again, and happiness filled them all as soulmates seemed to appear left and right for all of them during this tour, and it seemed like everyone was bound to get their happy ending.