Jin's phone beeps.
NJ: {Hyung, please hang in there. Be nice, be kind, open up to her}
SJ: {F*** no. Joon, just you come and f*ck her to make her pregnant, She is fucking rude and immature. Very unpleasant. Don't like her a bit.}
NJ: { That's not the solution Hyung, you know we can only reproduce with our soulmate. And I found mine. Just, hang in there, show her compassion. She must be scared and worried too. I talked to my SM and she told me she was also very nervous in the beginning and scared.}
SJ: {Great so now you are even already talking about me with her? What's next? Starting a family and breaking up BTS? This is why I didn't want us to get soulmates. They'll tear us apart and tear us up.}
SJ: {Tell me now so I don't have to go through all this if you guys are planning on breaking up bts anyway for your SM's.}
Allison went into the bedroom and huffed angrily as she laid down on the bed. She thought about what to do and how to get out of this situation, and figured that her best bet was going to be to try to escape in the morning when the guards were gone to let Jin leave. She didn't know where she would go, because she knew she couldn't go home, but she had to get away from that apartment and Jin. He was completely insufferable and she hated any time she was forced to spend with him. She thought about her sketch of him and the blanket she had made for him, wishing she could just tear it all up and get rid of it for good.Jin takes a seat on the couch, Even though Namjoon is still messaging him, he ignores it. He throws his phone on the table and it lands on the sketchbook and blanket she is crocheting. Jin leans over and holds the sketchbook. He is debating if he should look into it or not. Maybe it's her diary. He should not read someone's diary. Jin looks at the blanket crochet. Knitting... Such a softie. So boring. Is she even my age? Is she younger? Depending on her skills of doing hand work makes me think she is atleast already past 50 and has kids in college... Jin throws the sketchbook back down and leaves it alone. He lifts his feet up and gets in the uncomfortable sofa. Jin closes his eyes and ignores the calling of Yoongi and Namjoon. He does smell the food she left behind. He looks in the plate on the table that she barely touched. Maybe 3 bites. He gets up and puts it in the oven, put some cheese on it and gratin it. After he has done that, he places it in front of her door and knocks on it twice.
Allison sat up slightly as there was a double knock on her door, she walked over and opened the door just a crack, looking out to see no one there. Her eyes traveled down to the plate on the floor, and she felt her heart soften slightly as she opened the door further and picked up the plate. She truthfully was starving, so she was grateful for the food. She slid back inside the room and ate quickly before going back to take the plate into the kitchen, biting her lip as she walked back into the living room. "Thank you..." She said quietly, continuing to walk to her room. Jin lays motionless in the couch, hearing a soft thank you coming from her Who could have guessed she knows the words 'Thank you'..."So you do can say those words." He mumbles through his teeth. Jin sits up, using just his abs and look behind him at her slipping back to the room.
Allison just rolled her eyes to herself as she walked back into her room, gently letting the door click shut behind her. She made her way back over to the bed and crawled in, laying on the pillows as she stared at the ceiling helplessly.Somewhere inside Jin wanted to talk to her. "I am so bored. Normally I would play with JK at times like this, but I got nothing. I don't even have my computer here to game on maple story." Jin walks to the door and open it, getting met with Wardrobe 1 and 2. He taps his shoulder. "Mind asking your boss for a gaming computer at least? I am fucking bored out of my mind." He asks unafraid and with confidence that only can be done by someone like Jin.
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FanfictionIn an AU where you are born with dark hair, but around your 18 you turn and get a specific colour of hair with a colorcode on your wrist. The reason? To be able to find your soulmate who is has the same color as you. But what if you don't want to f...