Symphony Of Lies (Inked Hearts 2)

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AN:

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This chapter is dedicated to @rebellious_reine for appreciating my very bad beginners writing 💜

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Jimin first person pov:

We were later than the rest of the group because of a mishap in traffic. Somehow the car with all my Hyungs and Taehyungie ended up on a different route from the car with Jungkook and me, as well as some of our managers.

Slowly inching through the long streets of LA, we sit side-by-side in the far back, only half listening to our manager read aloud the long list of things that need to happen during the stop here on tour as well as part of the schedule. I know the wait is killing Jungkookie. Every foot further we move in the endless stream of traffic seems to make him even tenser with excitement and anticipation.

I would just pass it off as excitement from being in LA and the start of the tour, however, I know that the text from Rue Noona saying that she was going to meet us at the hotel is the real reason for his shaking knees.

Not having connected with my own soulmate, I don't know much about post-bonded soulmate distance other than what we've all been learning by witnessing Jungkookie and Noona's relationship; Kate and Jin Hyung never had to deal with these kinds of problems. And you can only trust what you read online to a certain extent before things start to get unbelievable. So I expect this kind of behavior is normal, even if the knee banging, biting nails, lap drumming, fast breathing, and his eyes racing all over the place make me nervous for his health.

But luckily I don't have to wait for that much longer before we're able to take a turn off the main roads and into the underground parking lot of the hotel. Practically jumping out of his seat and racing to get out of the car, Jungkook leaps up and into action, determined to get to Rue Noona as soon as possible.

I laugh when the trunk opens at a torturously slow speed, before finally opening enough for our managers to start lifting out our bags, but it seems Jungkookie's bag is far beneath the rest of them and he lets out a small whimper: the price of being the first one to the car.

One of our managers, however, takes the time to get out the already set up room keys, and hand them to us. No doubt someone already checked us in and set everything all up so we could get in safely and quietly.

I debate not waiting for him when my bag gets handed to me fairly early, but I'm not so mean as to leave him here and go to his soulmate and other half that's in this very building with our other band members.

Shifting my weight to the balls of my feet, my toes, and my heels as we wait, I let my eyes drift over the other cars in the lot and spot the one my Hyung's disappeared into at the airport. They can't have gotten here too long ago, but I wonder if they've settled in yet. Probably having already made their hellos to Rue Noona.

Though I know it's nothing like Jungkookie's, I too feel anticipation and excitement at the thought of finally seeing her after all these months. I miss having another Noona around and being a part of our family, I miss the way she would tell me not to worry about my soulmate.

But how could I not?

Adjusting my grip on my own bag, my fingers rub against each other and my rings clink together echoing through the underground space. I'm sure it's all in my head, but sometimes it feels as if my tattoo is alive, moving, whispering, singing to me across the invisible bond stretched far and tight. But what's more than the alluring quality of my tattoo is the room of my dreams.