My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

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JieMi

The café they went to was one that JieMi regularly frequented.

A place that opened 24/7 with amazing coffee and limited customers; perfect for an idol as famous as he was. It was huddled amongst towering skyscrapers, hidden behind a dark alleyway and swathed in shadows—a single warm beacon of light in the hues of grey and concrete. And his soulmate was exceptionally beautiful when drenched in the soft orange and red glow, her dark curls laced with fire and her eyes were glowing ambers.

His fire goddess.

She smiled when he met her eyes and his hand twitched, itching to reach over her shoulder to pull her close. But he couldn't do that, no, he didn't deserve to do that. He bit his lips, nibbling on his bottom lip. He was an idiot who had yet to apologise. The 'sorry's that he had to say were always at the edge of his tongue, but they refused to go, refused to take the leap of faith.

He was a proud bastard and it was just so hard to say the words he had to say, to admit that he was wrong. For being wrong felt like a weakness in his culture, like a moment of submission. They never did say 'I love you' or 'I am sorry' in his household. His parents expressed it mostly with heaps of food in his rice bowls and plates of fruit, actions instead of words. Excuses. There was no denying that JieMi had to apologise eventually, but it was so hard to say those words knowing full and well that it was unlikely Amber would forgive him.

And he might break if she told him that she wouldn't.

"What would you like?" He mumbled, taking out his wallet from his jeans. A move that he was too familiar with. The man paid, that was what his girlfriend had always said. The boyfriend should treat his girlfriend like a queen. He was supposed to support her, supposed to care for her, cherish her, love her, be sweet to her.

"I'll get it. My suggestion, my treat." Amber pushed his hand down, forcing his wallet back into his jeans. A move that JieMi did not expect and did not prepare for. The sizzle of electricity that jolted through their momentarily touching skin made his legs go weak and he stumbled back, collapsing heavily into the chair. JieMi had to catch a breath from the sudden jolt of warmth that burst into his chest, had to calm his racing heart with a shaking hand. But she didn't seem to notice, oblivious to the effect she had on him. "What would you like?"

"Iced Americano," he managed to say even when his brain was filled with another name, another dessert that made his tongue salivate. One that smelled like apples, vanilla and sweet, sweet honey. One that made his cock hard and his chest ache—

"You sure?" Amber raised a brow. "Since, I'm paying you can go for something a little fancier. Something special?" She gestured to the chalkboard, pointing to the pretty artwork of a mug of whip cream and syrup. "Like that salted caramel brulée latte?"

JieMi gulped, pursing his lips as he glanced at the drink, spotting a freshly made mug on the counter. The glass was topped off with a decent amount of whip cream, drizzled in caramel and lightly torched smoking sugar. It was a pretty drink that his tongue knew would taste like creamy heaven but Ha-Eun didn't like it when he drank pretty drinks. She'd told him again and again that he would gain weight if he drank such a sugary concoction, told him that a sweet coffee like that didn't suit a man. He turned back to Amber, feeling a tad disappointed.

"N-no, it's okay."

"Okay, wait here for me."

Amber left, turning to approach the counter to order. There was barely anyone in the store, save for a couple of office workers in suits who were too busy typing in their phones to care about their surroundings. It was too early in the store and JieMi dozed, propping his head in his hands, his eyes drawn to the object of his fascinations. Now that she had her eyes locked on the barista, he was free to look at her as much as he wished.