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

Chapter 11

  Walking down the stairs because you did not want to take the elevator, you thought about how meeting the guys went. It was just the band, no managers or anyone else. BTS in the same room as you, five stares directed at your face and one friendly smile as the youngest waved at you.             Nerves wrecked your entire body and you tried smiling while walking towards one of the free spots to sit down. There was a long silence, and you wondered if you had to do or say anything first for the conversation to start, but the more you looked, the more it seemed like they were having a mental discussion without talking.
  As you reached the exit, you sighed as you escaped the hotel and its heavy atmosphere, at least for you. The guys were polite and nice, a bit too nice for meeting a stranger for the first time. You knew they were sweet people, but your mind was still trying to recover from the shocks it received today. The introduction went by really quick, Jungkook jumping to your defense the moment anyone brought out the running away topic. It was sweet of the maknae to do so, and him calling you noona made you subconsciously want to adopt him as your little brother. Of course, the moment the conversation hit the age topic, you knew you were all their noona, including Yoongi, and felt a bit awkward telling them you hit the thirty mark last year. For a second, they stopped to look at you, and you wondered what went through their minds, past anxiety rushing in and grabbing the opportunity to tell you how old and useless you are. The first one to react was Jin, surprisingly, putting a hand on your shoulder as he was closest to you besides Yoongi, claiming he was happy there was another adult with him to look over the kids.   That made you laugh while the others revolted, some pouting at his words. His hand had a blooming flower on it, and even though it looked familiar, you could not look at it closely as he retracted his hand, grinning at you. Then the entire room exploded in conversation and questions, and your head was spinning at trying to come up with the answers quickly enough for how fast it all changed.
  Yoongi was your salvation before your neck snapped from how fast you were trying to keep up and asked you if you could bring them some refreshments and snacks as you knew the area better, each one shouting what they would like at the mention of snacks. You gratefully accepted the request and immediately disappeared out of the room, smiling at the guys, making your way towards Yoongi's room to get your wallet. And now, as you were walking over to the 7-11 Mart, mulling over everything in your head, you were trying to remember the pattern on Jin's hand and why it was that familiar. You were glad the boys were not picky, and asked for mostly light snacks, and paying at the cash register, you took your two bags filled with snacks and returned.
   The hotel was glaring you down, and you stopped near the bus stop, wondering how exactly did your life change for the past few hours. The day started out pretty bad, and then it took such a turn, it keeps making you wonder if you tumbled in an alternate universe, not like it sounded like a bad idea. You continued walking, trying to think about how to tell your friend about everything and talk with Yoongi first about how to tell people you know, not wanting to just throw him under a bus.

 And there was still the paperwork to be done. You already had an idea about calling the agents from Iceland, as you mostly solved soulmate and mark stuff through them. The jerk guy was not as bad as he wanted to present himself, and the woman had a similar mark to your friend, and that is when it hit you. Jin's soul mark looked oddly similar to your friend's mark, and taking into account it blossomed at the concert, the odds of them being soulmates was rather high.

With an idea formulating in your head, you immediately went to the elevator, grinning as you rushed to Jin's room to leave the snacks and either try to see more of his mark or tell Yoongi about it. No one was inside though, and you felt awkward to just stay there, so you left the snacks on the table, before going back to Yoongi's room. You really wanted to know where your room was situated, so you could formulate plans for the next few days. Swiping the card, the door opened with a beep, and you entered, placing your wallet on the table, reaching for the phone to see what notifications you have. Three missed calls from your friend and a ton of messages, going through all the emojis and emotions possible. You sat down at the table, with your back to the view outside, and grinned as you read her messages.
¬OMG, YES, YES!¬ was the first message she sent, coupled with tons of celebratory emojis, and then she asked you to tell her about him, everything you knew, details of your meeting, how you knew, everything! You chuckled as you read through everything, her demands of information turning to cutesy pouts as you did not reply. In your defense, it was still afternoon here, and you knew it was rather late where she was.
  The opening and closing of a door caught your attention, and you looked straight at the front door, but you saw no one, and you thought it was from another room. Footsteps behind you startled you and you turned around in the chair to see who it was, even though you knew only you and Yoongi had the keycard. Though the view you got was not something you were expecting to see this early into knowing him.
  Yoongi was walking out of the bathroom, his pale skin glistening with water droplets from the shower he took, and he was wiping his hair still, looking outside the window. He probably did not know you were there in the room, or he would not have come out with just a towel hanging around his waist. Your eyes were frozen on him, not daring to move them down his body, even though his every move made it the more tempting to just let them slide down every patch of visible skin. You swallowed nervously, wondering if you should let him know you are there or just enjoy the view and whatever it may bring with it, but your mind was silenced as he turned around, his own eyes settling on you. 

  The sun behind him framed his body, the towel framing his face and creating a shadow over it. His eyes, usually dark, seemed darker than before, and he did not move or blink for a few seconds. For you, it seemed like time froze in place. He was looking at you, and you felt like hiding somewhere far away, the image of him half-naked stuck in your mind. The spell did not disappear as he moved, slowly, with intention, towards your chair, and you felt prickles at the back of your neck, his gaze sweeping over your body, pinning you down on the spot.
  His hand reached for your cheek, cold fingers placed upon your warm cheeks, and your breath got caught in your throat. Fingertips glided upon your skin, tracing over your cheekbone and jawline, stopping on the pulse on your neck. He could be a predator and you, his prey, and you would not care at this moment, you realized you would let him kill you if he so wished.
  "Is it because of the mark that I feel this need to be close to you, to feel your warmth on my skin? Is it the mark that drives me to want to map out your entire self?" his low voice resounded through the silence, breaking it, an echo of your own thoughts, and your hand slowly reached up, finding its place over his. You understood what he was talking about, and you were scared the mark was taking over both of you, forcing you to do this even though you might not want it. But it felt not forced, not pushed from anywhere, besides your hearts, it felt like every move and word was perfect for the situation.
  His eyes burned into you, fire to the water in your eyes, and you burned up with emotions flaring into your own body. He leaned over you, resting his other hand on the back of your chair for support. You wanted to tell him you felt the same, confused about how all this was developing, how everything you thought or did seemed to only bring you closer to him.
  "But at the same time, this is the first time my heart felt this completed since the mark appeared. The pain is gone, and I can only feel at peace with every beat it does" he continued talking, his voice low with emotions, taking his hand from your neck, clasping it around your hand, bringing them to his shirtless chest. Your cheeks exploded with warmth when your fingers touched his warm skin, feeling his chest rise and fall with every breath of his. When your own pulse stopped drumming in your ears, you finally heard and felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, quick and then slow, skipping every time your fingers twitched on his skin. It felt like a lullaby, your own special melody his body was composing, and his low voice matched the tone.
"This, us being here, your hand in mine, it makes me happy and complete. The mark brought you to me knowing that we are what the other one needs to be whole. And who am I to reject this bliss?" his voice was close to your ears now, mixing with his heartbeat underneath your palm, mixing with your heartbeat which quickened every time he was near.
  His lips were soft over your own, which felt rather dry and cracked, and your breath got stuck once more in your throat, this feather-like kiss on your lips stopping everything in your brain from working. It was the fragrance of the shampoo, the sensation of his skin underneath your fingers, his heartbeat beating in unison with yours, and his feelings behind the kiss that blew you away. 

 He leaned in closer, deepening the kiss, still holding onto the chair, your hand still on his chest, even as he let it go, heading for the back of your head, bringing you closer to him. The white towel he had on his head slid down his face to fall over your arm, grazing over your faces as it fell, tickling the surface, and you broke apart to chuckle and rub the sensation away. When you opened your eyes, his eyes were still on your face, a small smile on his lips, biting onto his lips in turn, like he was trying to keep the taste of your lips on his tongue. Your skin exploded in crimson red as you saw that, and trying to move away, you forgot your hand was still on his chest and gasped as your fingers slid down his torso. One eyebrow of his raised in question at you at the movement, and you brought your hand back to nurse at your chest, your fingertips reminding you how it felt to slide down his body, hitting bumps on the road, and you turned back around to face the table.
 "I will go out to let you change" you tried talking normally, your voice pitch higher than usual as the nerves hit you and images of Min Yoongi almost naked assaulted your mind. You grabbed your phone and bolted out the door, hearing him laugh behind you as you closed the door.
Turning your phone on, you texted your friend 'He makes me feel complete, and gives me a nervous breakdown at the same time.', smiling as you send it, your cheeks still on fire from those few minutes inside the room, your heart still beating like it was about to burst out of your body. Whatever this was, the mark's fault or not, you were feeling just like him, happy and complete at his side.