SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

Chapter 7

The next morning, I woke up to warmth.

Not the kind of warmth from blankets or sunlight.

The kind that settled deep into my chest like something alive.

For a second, I didn't remember where I was. My eyes blinked open slowly, taking in the soft lighting, the expensive sheets, the quiet hum of a house that was far too big to feel real. The room smelled like clean linen and faint cologne—like them.

And then it hit me.

I was in Korea.

In their house.

My room.

My new life.

My heart started racing again, but before panic could creep in, the soulmate bond pulsed softly, like it was reminding me to breathe.

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and glanced around the room again. My suitcase was still sitting near the door, half-open like it was mocking me. Clothes spilled out, and my shoes were piled in a messy corner.

I groaned quietly.

"I need to unpack," I muttered to myself.

Before I could even move, there was a soft knock at my door.

I froze.

"Kitten?" Jimin's voice called gently.

My heart fluttered immediately. "Yeah?"

The door opened slowly, and Jimin peeked inside like he was scared I'd yell at him for existing. His hair was slightly messy, his hoodie hanging off his shoulder in a way that should've been illegal.

And the moment my eyes landed on him, the bond sparked—warm and bright.

He smiled shyly. "You're awake."

I nodded. "Barely."

Jimin stepped inside quietly. "Jin hyung is cooking breakfast. He told me to come get you, but..." his gaze drifted to my suitcase, "...you look like you need help."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, the door swung open wider.

Taehyung walked in like he owned the room, holding a stack of folded towels. Jungkook followed right behind him, carrying one of my boxes like it weighed nothing.

"We're helping," Jungkook announced proudly.

I blinked. "Wait—what?"

Taehyung smiled like an angel. "We decided you shouldn't unpack alone."

"That's sweet," I said, still half asleep. "But you didn't have to—"

"We wanted to," Taehyung replied simply.

Jimin nodded. "It's our job."

My heart did a stupid little flip.

Our job.

Like I belonged to them the same way they belonged to each other.

The bond pulsed again, warm and approving.

Jungkook plopped my box on the floor and cracked his knuckles dramatically. "Okay. Where do we start?"

I laughed softly. "You act like this is a mission."

"It is," Jungkook said seriously. "Operation: Make Naomi Comfortable."

Taehyung nodded. "Important mission."

Jimin smiled, walking toward my suitcase. "Let's start with clothes."

I watched them move around my room like they'd been here forever, like my space already felt like theirs too. Jimin carefully folded my shirts with surprising neatness. Taehyung hung up dresses like he was styling a mannequin. Jungkook kept tossing random things into piles, acting helpful but mostly making chaos.