SOUL BONDS ( Under revision )

Chapter 11

one month passed faster than I expected.

Maybe it was because my days were full now. Full of laughter echoing through the huge house, full of warm bodies brushing against mine in hallways, full of late-night talks in the kitchen while Jin cooked, full of music coming from the studio when Yoongi couldn't sleep, full of Jungkook randomly dragging me to the underground pool just to splash me like a child, full of Taehyung pulling me into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, full of Namjoon's steady presence always near, always watching, always grounding, full of Hobi's endless affection, and full of Jimin... Jimin's soft touches that always made my stomach flutter.

The soulmate bond didn't feel like a spark anymore.

It felt like a constant flame.

Something alive inside me, something warm and hungry and demanding.

At first, the kisses had been shy. Sweet. Careful.

But now?

Now it was different.

Now they kissed me like they meant it. Like they had every right to. Like my body belonged in their hands. And the worst part was... I didn't hate it.

I craved it.

The boys had gotten comfortable too. Too comfortable.

Hands lingered longer. Hugs became tighter. Touches that used to be innocent started to feel like warnings. Like promises.

And I was starting to lose my mind.

That Friday night, they told me it was a "date night."

No schedules. No staff. No practice.

Just us.

The second Jin said it, my heart jumped into my throat like a nervous little girl with a crush. But I tried to play it cool, even though my cheeks burned.

"Date night?" I repeated, pretending it wasn't affecting me.

Jungkook grinned. "Yep."

Hobi clapped his hands excitedly. "We planned everything!"

Taehyung leaned on the doorway with that lazy smirk of his. "Wear something pretty."

I blinked. "I always wear something pretty."

Jimin laughed softly, walking up behind me and slipping his arms around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder, his voice like velvet in my ear. "Pretty for us."

My breath caught instantly.

And Namjoon—standing a few feet away—looked at me with that slow, heavy gaze that made my stomach twist.

"You'll like tonight," he said calmly.

Yoongi didn't say much, but when I glanced at him, he was watching me too, eyes dark and unreadable.

And that alone made my pulse speed up.

By the time I finished getting ready, my nerves were already on fire. I stood in my room staring at my reflection, smoothing my dress down for the fifth time. It wasn't anything too crazy—just something fitted, something that hugged my curves enough to make me feel sexy without trying too hard. My hair was done, my lip gloss shiny, my perfume sweet.

I looked good.

And that scared me.

Because I could feel it... the energy between us lately. The way the air felt thicker when they stood too close. The way the bond seemed to hum when their hands lingered on my waist or when their lips brushed my skin.