Hello, Soulmate!

Chapter 1: Sarah

A/N: I'm going to be using a lot of Korean in this book and I am relying mostly on Papago for translation. So please bear with me if the translations aren't perfect.

My name is Sarah Walker. I am 34 and I live with my husband and 12-year-old daughter in Los Angeles, CA. I'm average height at about 5'6" tall. I weigh in at about 150 pounds, so pretty average, I guess? I have brown eyes and straight brown hair that goes just past my shoulders. I married my high school sweetheart, James, and we had Gigi when I was 22. I thought the year 2020 was going to be a good one after the shit show that was 2019. Boy, was I wrong. I had no idea what was in store for me.

The year started off well enough.

Breaking News: Scientist has found the key to human longevity. Secret is reserved for soulmates.

"Of course they would reserve something like that for soulmates." I said to Jim. "Unbelievable. So, what? Us lowly people without soulmates aren't worth anything?"

"Who cares anyway? It doesn't change how we live our lives." He said.

"You're right. It just doesn't seem fair."

"Aren't you happy?" He asked me for the millionth time. I didn't understand what he was worried about. Why wouldn't I be happy?

"Of course! I'm super lucky to have you. You make me very happy." I put my arms around him, smiled and kissed him. "Do I make you happy?" I asked playfully.

"Always," he said. He knows I love that Harry Potter reference. "Although, I know you hoped for a soulmate." He said, softly.

"Who didn't hope for one? It's all just a fairy tale anyway." I reassured him. "They are rare. And it doesn't mean I love you any less. Why would I? You are my best friend and the absolute best life partner that I could ask or hope for." I hoped he believed me, because it was true. He is the perfect husband and father. He cooks, cleans, and has a wonderful relationship with his pre-teen daughter. He always does what he can to make both me and Gigi happy, oftentimes at his own expense.

As for soulmates, they are 1/8000. Better odds than winning the lottery I guess, but still.

I do love my husband, but being married for as long as we have been, things have kind of become dull. No, that's the wrong word. Maybe the word is predictable? Which is good, to be honest, because I hate change. I like knowing what's coming and what will be happening. I hate surprises. I like knowing that he will be there for me, no matter what, and I'll be there for him, no matter what.

Anyway...

My daughter is a huge BTS fan, so in January she asked if we could go to the BTS concert in May 2020 at the Rose Bowl. I had no idea who BTS was, but I happily agreed. I wanted her to feel comfortable asking me stuff like this. That was when she told me that if I was going to go to the concert with her, I had to at least know who the members were. (The trip down the BTS rabbit hole is still in progress.)

"Ok, mom," Gigi said. "I am going to quiz you now. You only have to know stage names." She held up a photo card.

"That one is.....V?" She facepalmed. "No, this is J-Hope. Let's try again." She held up another card.

"Ok, this one I know. That's Jin, right?"

"Yes!! You got it!! Let's keep going."

"There are too many of them, honey," I said. I was used to only maybe 4 in a band? Depeche Mode was my all-time favorite. Martin Gore was where it was at. I swooned just thinking of him. I always joke with my husband that my second husband will have a British accent.

"Mom, come on. It's just seven people. You can do this." she said.

"But why do I have to do this again?" I asked.