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

Chapter 9

    The month of June was killing you. You were not a fan of the melting heat coming from the sun. Usually, it was not this hot out, but today was over the top. Maybe it knew you were finally flying out of Tokyo and back to London today, and it wanted to send you back half-melted on the ride back home. Either way, you were hot, you were tired, and you were lost. And your mark was itching, but you got really good at ignoring ever since you got it. Searing pain? Ignored. Flashes of color? Ignored. Itches? Add some ice and ignore it.
  It was not like you were not curious about why it was doing that or who the person was, but it happened at random times. You could have understood the masked party, where you danced with the Masked Cat guy, and honestly, you hoped it was him. But when it started flashing at the BTS concert, you wondered if it was broken. Around you, for at least the entirety of the row you were in and the ones next to it, only teenager girls were shouting and singing, no guys. Maybe the guy was somewhere in the other rows, but with the lightsticks shining so bright, it was too much for your eyes to see any flashing arm marks. And then your friend had her issue with her mark, and although she was happy about it, she was also disappointed as she did not meet them that night, or even until now.
  Broken mark? Check. Especially after it started itching when you arrived at the Haneda Airport, and you wondered if it was going to flare up every time you were going to travel to a new country. You did not care much for it anyway, you had it, it helped you with your life, so you shoved your curiosity aside and tried making a better life for yourself.
   Now you were on a business trip to Tokyo to help with the partnership between your firm and one from Japan, and you were glad the meetings were over. You had to avoid drinking too much sake, trying not to repeat the mess that happened in Iceland or do worse things than that.
Walking through the airport, you felt antsy, like something was lingering at the corner of your mind which you forgot about, and it was annoying. You went through everything in your suitcase, and you knew you emailed all the needed files to your firm, as you got the ok to leave. Of course, you wanted to stay more, and visit the city and maybe just have a few days off, but that would have to wait until later this year.
  Arriving at a place you were sure it was not the way to your gate, you stopped to catch your breath and rest your mind from its nonstop worrying. You could hear a crowd of people cheering and talking excitedly, and you smiled, it reminded you of the concert you attended last month. If you were honest, those memories got you through some tough times until now, and it always recharged your batteries if you ever felt down. You were almost curious to look what the crowd was gathering for, and you saw some people walk in the middle of them, and you wanted to see them better, to see if you recognized them, but the itch on your arm got stronger and checking your watch, you knew you had to hurry and find your way.
'If you ever get lost, just find a bathroom, wash your face, and retrace your steps in silence until you either know where you took a wrong turn or someone comes in and you can ask them' you remembered the advice one of your colleagues gave you before you left for the airport, and while you laughed it off, you did not expect to actually need it. And here you were, in search of a bathroom, and you wanted to laugh at yourself, thanking that colleague in your mind.
  Reaching inside the bathroom, you finally let out a big breath and leaned against the sink, not daring to look into the mirror to see the mess your hair was in. After a minute, you turned around, splashed water on your cheeks, and wiped it off with your own towel, before shoving it back in your bag. You combed your hair with your slightly wet fingers, and sighed, knowing you had to hurry before you lose your flight. Grabbing the handle of the suitcase, you stepped outside of the bathroom and took a corner to the right to go back in the crowd of people, and prepared yourself to go ask for directions.
  What you did not prepare yourself for though was bumping into a person, and while you tried apologizing for it, a hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you quickly to the empty hallway next to the bathroom. You wondered what you did wrong, as you remembered to be as polite as possible, and you almost yanked your arm away from their hold, but something inside your soul vibrated, your heart hammering away in your chest.
  Before you could ask anything or do something about your situation, you were suddenly turned and your back was softly pressed against the cold wall behind you. The person, clearly a male, was slightly taller than you, and had a black cap on, covering his face. He did not say anything, and you did not know how to react. He was looking at your right hand from what you could see from the angle of his head and was still holding onto your left hand. When you opened your mouth to ask him what it was he needed, he looked up at you, and any word or thought that popped into your mind flew away just as fast.
You were staring into the eyes of Min Yoongi, K-pop band BTS main rapper, dancer, singer, visual, worldwide sensation Agust D, your bias. To say you were in shock was reasonable, as the person you admired most, together with his bandmates, was right in front of you, staring at you, his eyes narrowed, and he was opening his mouth to say something, and you had no idea when your eyes fixed themselves on his lips. Your mouth was still opened, still trying to process the development of the situation you were in, the flight long forgotten.
"You don't have the mark?" his voice finally reached your ears, and you finally snapped out of your thoughts, and you saw him holding onto your right arm, glaring down at your mark-free skin.
   You had no idea how to respond to that, honestly. Your bias was looking for his mark on you, and you had no idea why. Maybe his mark malfunctioned the way yours did, maybe it was all a mistake, maybe he mistook with you someone else. After all, tons of tourists in Japan had colored hair, and before your thoughts could continue, sending you down a depressing spiral, you felt something soft against the corner of your lips.
  Frozen like a statue, you stayed like that, mouth closing, not understanding why he did that, especially after there was no mark on your arm, at least not on that one. Was it a way of saying sorry for making you go through that, not like you were gonna say the fact that he leaned against you, trapping you against the wall, was not making you weak in the knees already. Whatever it was, your mind decided just that soft touch of his lips on the corner of your mouth was not enough, and even if it meant a lawsuit later, you wanted this burning feeling inside your heart to stop.
  'If you are thirsty, then you should drink' your mind provided you with another piece of advice your colleague told you these days, and before your body and your mind could collide with your shocked self, you reached for his cheeks and leaned against him, your lips attaching themselves to his. It wasn't hot or steamy like they show in movies, it wasn't long like a make-out session, but there was electricity in the air. You felt it prickle your skin, go through your veins, and burst into explosions in your chest. Whatever it was, it burned your arm and reinvigorated your entire body, making you feel weightless and floating through that tiny space of yours in the hallway.

  Leaning back from the kiss, your shock finally wearing off, you looked into his eyes, expecting to find disdain, but instead, you saw adoration, softness, and something else you could not pinpoint at that moment. When you saw his right arm raised for your cheek, out of impulse you reached with your left, capturing his palm, and you both gasped, a burn in your arms. Letting him go, you immediately checked your left arm, and you saw that your usually half-empty minty blue circle was fully colored in, dark blue vines growing through it, making it look like a pendant you would see in ancient druid times. It looked amazing on your arm, and your fingers traced the lines, and you raised your head to see Yoongi look at you.
Before you could apologize for anything, he showed you his right arm, placing it next to your left, showing you the identical markings and color.
  "Before this, it was just a half-empty circle" he said, and you looked at him surprised. You did not know what to say or believe. HE was your soulmate? How and when was all this decided? You were split into feeling happiness, and worrying all this was an elaborate dream your mind made while on the flight. You were worried it was all fake, a prank, an illusion, and when you finally came back to reality, you would be left alone, lost in the airport and life, and surrounded by darkness.
  "I finally captured you, dragoness" he whispered, snapping you out of whatever dark path your mind went on, and your eyes grew big, as he leaned close, the back of his fingers gently tracing your cheeks, and he smiled, his eyes glued to yours. Your mind was finally going through the motions of catching up to the info dump that happened at that moment, going through all the memories and snippets of information it remembered from articles and news.
   "Wait, you're Mr. Cat?" your brain fixated on the answer it came up with, and you knew your voice was a bit shrill, but it was too much of a shock for your entire body to take in that Mr. Cat was actually Yoongi, and that he was your soulmate.
   He nodded and leaned closer, your ears just capturing the whispered words he said 'I also met your drunken self in Iceland' before every activity in your mind ceased to go on. He was kissing you again, and it was like you knew he would do so before he would do it, and you leaned into it, dragging him closer to you.
   You both forgot you were in an airport filled with BTS fans, with his bandmates and managers, with strangers and you had a flight to catch to go back home. Even when the speakers blared next to you, announcing the next flights to take off or board, you were too lost in your kiss and his warmth touching your body, to care. When your name was called through the speakers though, you remembered you had to catch this flight, and you leaned away, away from him and his warmth.
  "I...my flight, they are calling for me" you said, looking to the side, somehow not wishing to walk away from this, no matter if it is a dream or not. You did not want to go away from this hallway or his arms, where you felt like you belonged for the first time in your life.
  "Don't go" he said, leaning his forehead onto yours, your eyes locking onto his again, and you felt his fingers dig into your sides, bringing you closer to him, and while a part of you still screamed you had a job to do, the other parts ignored it. After all, you were so good at ignoring things, why not ignore that as well and just stay where happiness leads you?
   You nodded against his shoulder, closing your eyes and just staying like that for a few minutes, flight forgotten, job forgotten, concert forgotten.
  "Hyung, are you going to stay here all day?" Jungkook's voice rang through the empty hallway and you almost wanted to bolt out of there in fear fans would be close behind him. But Yoongi stopped you before you even jumped away, and taking hold of your hand, he looked at you, a serious glint in his eyes, and his next words confused you, as they had no meaning for you.
  "No more running away. You're staying with me" he said, and you wonder what he meant by running away, as you were sure you never ran anywhere, but before you could ask further, he took the suitcase from you and handed it to the maknae, walking ahead, your linked hands bringing you with him.

   You felt the blush before it started, knowing people were seeing all this, and even though you were glad it was happening, he was still a famous person, and it would be bad if the media got a sniff of it before anything was dealt with. But the way his fingers tightened against yours, squeezing them, reassured you, and he slowed down his pace to match yours, and you both got lost in the crowd of people rushing to reach their flights and destinations, no one paying attention to either of you.
  The marks pulsated blue one final time before settling in on the skin, bringing with it a feeling of completion and peace, and you smiled next to Yoongi, finally belonging somewhere, next to someone. Wherever this path took you, you were glad you got his mark and he got yours, and for the time being, you would make sure not to let his hand go anytime soon. You both owed each other some dances, after all.