A BTS soulmate AU
On everyone's eighteenth birthday they receive two significant names permanently tattooed onto each wrist. On one wrist is the name of their soulmate; the person they will find true love and happiness with forever, but on the other...
Are you wi-fi? Cause I'm totally feeling a connection.
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A/N: I'm back bitchesssss💖 These next chapters are going to look a little different. In summary, I don't want to leave any of my readers hanging, but I also don't have the time/motivation I once did for fan-fiction. So, I came up with a compromise that I hope you all will be satisfied with! The following chapters will cover only the essential parts of the story. When writing a story, there are plenty of filler chapters that are added. Chapters that don't necessarily add to the over-all plot, but encourage you to feel more understanding, emotions, and connections to the characters. I apologize for any disappointment in character and plot development, but I am doing my best to wrap everything up neatly. Expect plenty of time-jumps and don't hesitate to ask any questions. With that all being said, enjoy!
~♡~
"That's the day I knew I lost him," Jimin quietly admitted, staring at the foam heart atop his coffee. "When Taehyung told me about the documentary that Jungkook had made, I could see it in his eyes; I was fighting a losing battle...but I couldn't give up." He paused as a somber look crossed his face. "I should have given up."
The loud sip Jimin took from the ceramic mug was the only sound that could be heard . Silence had always bothered him, and the fact that his companion wasn't talking made his palms sweaty. He had made a mess of not only his life but Taehyung's.
Maybe fate really was carved in stone.
"Aren't you curious about how all of this ended?" Jimin stammered, picking nervously at his nail bed.
A warm hand enveloped Jimin's, stilling his uncomfortable tick.
"Tell me."
~♡~
After the holiday break, Taehyung was torn with mixed emotions. On the one hand, he was excited to see his friends and hear about their vacation. On the other, he wasn't in any rush to start his studies back up. If he had another hand, he would have placed Jungkook, who he was excited to see and nervous at the same time.
Alas, Taehyung only had two hands. As a result, the topic of Jungkook was one that never left his mind.
"Whatcha thinking about!?" Jimin chattered, his breath forming a frozen cloud that disappeared into the cold air.
Taehyung stared at the cream cobblestone dusted in snow. His feelings for Jimin hadn't grown like he'd convinced himself at the beginning of the semester. Instead, his feelings towards someone else had morphed into something else entirely.
Luckily, a familiar shriek saved him from answering.
"TAE! JIMIN!"
Ji skidded to a halt on the slippery ground, barely managing to keep from toppling into Taehyung as she threw her arms around his neck.
