Darkness within (bts soulmate ff)

Chapter 11: Gifts

Tired.
That was an understatement.
Utterly dead was more correct as you saunter through the street.

After yesterday's "hunt", your body hurt more than ever before.
And falling asleep on a blanket sprawled over the floor did not help your case.

Despite your sleepy and achey demeanor, your body felt unusually chummy.
It was only safe to assume that it was the bond.
Your soulmate must be in a happy mood.

You roll your eyes at the thought.
But you can't lie.
It did make your body feel a little lighter and an odd need to hum was spreading.

An unfamiliar tune escape your mouth as you continue to walk toward a special store.

Yesterday's thunder is still evident in the air as you trudge forward.
The tune is clear in your mind and set on repeat.

'Is this a real song?'

Thinking that you should have some faint memory of it if it was, but seemingly can't find the source of it as you ransack your brain.

The little store finally come into view and the tune is forgotten for now.
You will deal with that later.
Now it's time to find a gift.

It might sound silly, but you love presents.
To both give and get.
And now you wanted to give a gift to Yujin as a thank you for helping you so much lately.

You had already given Juri his gift, a home cooked meal.
Since he has an undying love for everything that is food it was the perfect gift.

Yujin however, loves music and has an obsession with this one artist.
August D.
Yujin has collected albums and tokens for year's now.
You find it adorable.

Seeing him so happy everytime a new song comes out, you have listened to this guy's radio show.
And you can't deny it.
The man has talent.

Sometimes you tune in and listen to his voice, it really sounds like his voice is dripping honey with purr behind every word.
But you won't tell Yujin that.

Once in the shop you begin your search.
Among all of these countless albums is the one you know he does not have.
Luckily there is not a lot of people in here, maybe three including you.

And like God had spoken to you, there it is.
Only two left, sitting right there on the shelf.
Your tiredness leaving your body momentarily as you skips over and grab one of them.

The cover of it is similar to the others he has, like the camera had been angled from the ground and tilted up so you can't see his face.
You can never really see his face, only small hints of it.

The name "D-2" written in scratchy text.
You are now starring at the album with a satisfactory smile.

Suddenly you hear a familiar tune, only this time it is not in your head or even your voice.
It is a mans voice.
Whipping your head from left to right in an attempt to locate the source of it, there is only two others in here.

You look forward again to hear more of it.
This voice sounds familiar.
Deep and smooth with a purr behind it.
The melody is getting closer and you realize that the one responsible must be moving towards you.

In the corner of your eye, you can see a little bit of him.
But that is not enough.
Turning just slightly his way so you can get a better look.
It sounds creepy but you can't help yourself.

It almost feels like an extra heartbeat is in your body and you are now filled with curiosity.
And oh wow.
Dressed in all black.
A loose long sleeved shirt, ripped jeans that showed of his toned legs and a bucket hat with silver rings on it.