Soulmate: The Missing Piece | Yoonmin |

1. The missing feeling

*Alarm blaring*

Yoongi woke up slowly, reluctantly, not wanting to come out of the dream he was having. If he had his way, he would stay in it forever. It was the same dream that he had on and off for nearly two years now. Not that he'd had the dream often, He realised this was only about the seventh or eighth time but he knew it well. The problem was that just as it was beginning to get really interesting, he'd wake up. Each time that he had the dream, he'd tried to stay in it for as long as possible but whenever he reached the same point, it started to fade.

Yoongi's pov

I sat up in bed, disappointed yet again. I shifted uncomfortably, aware of the sticky mess in my shorts, the result of the dream on every occasion. I pulled the waistband of my shorts away from my body and took a look inside. The milky white mess and the head of my dick was shiny with it. I needed to jump in the shower before I tackled anything else. I released my shorts with a snap.

An after image of the little red snake hung in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the face from the dream.

At first it was as clear as day, but as I tried to focus on a particular feature, it began to fade. I knew that in an hour or so, I wouldn't be able to remember much about it apart from the vivid plump lips and the blonde hair. It was the same every time. Of course, that little damn snake was with me constantly. I took a deep sigh in frustration.

It is the only thing that I could remember with absolute clarity.

I took a shower to get rid of the stickiness on my groin and prepared myself for another day of contractors and decorators.

The 'Min Motel' had been closed for a week for extensive renovations and additions. I was having a set of new rooms built on the east side and a swimming pool and sauna put in. Business had been very good over the last year and I had decided to plough my considerable profits into re-modeling. It also meant that I could take a fairly long break but after a week of haggling with various contractors, I began to realise it wasn't as great as it had seemed at first. I just couldn't wait until it was all finished and I could re-open. Not much people live by this side and being the only motel in a few miles and top of it, a motel refined with traditional design, the profit is enough to be called as well off.

The day flew by with very few problems which was a pleasant change. As the afternoon came to a close, I began to feel restless, almost as if I had forgotten to do something important. The last of the contractors left just after five and I was alone again at last.

The strange feeling persisted on into the evening and I started to get a little worried that maybe I had forgotten something vital. I did a quick circuit of the new additions but could not find anything wrong.

Maybe it's all just anxiety from work

I was eager to get the work over and done with so that things could get back to normal. I didn't feel like cooking anything for myself for dinner so I raided the box of chips and candy that I had removed from the vending machine when I'd closed down. Left in the machine, things tended to go stale so I kept them in a box in my office and allowed the painters and contractors to help themselves.

I sat down to watch a bit of television but there was nothing of interest on apart from a talk show. The presenter was interviewing a brunette writer. I never caught his name but the look of him perked my interest. I watched for a few minutes but then the feeling that had been bugging me became a little more intense.

Why

I don't know, but I noticed that when I changed the channel, the strange feeling seemed to ease off a bit. I decided to watch a video instead but just couldn't concentrate so I switched it off.

I wandered aimlessly around the motel, poking my head into the empty rooms. The night was warm and very quiet. There was hardly any traffic on the highway and after a while the silence began to get to me. I went into the cafe and turned on the juke box, chose a record and turned up the volume. After a couple of minutes, I got bored with it so I switched it off.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" I groaned in frustration.

I'd never been so restless or quite so agitated like this and I began to think that I might be going a little crazy. I slumped into one of the armchairs in the reception lobby and sat staring into space. I closed my eyes and suddenly there, in my mind's eye, I saw that damned little snake again.

It was all red carefully carved with fine lines. I opened my eyes quickly and the little red serpent disappeared.

I got up and went to the front entrance of the motel. I looked out into the parking lot and glared at the sign that said "No Vacancies". Damn, I'd forgotten about it. It was permanently on now which was how it should be at the moment, but the problem was that it was always permanently on. I flicked the switch by the door but nothing happened. The "No" part of the sign stayed on. I made a mental note to have the damn thing fixed before I opened up again.

Then I heard the sound of a car approaching and slowing down. I straightened and watched as a black sedan came into view. It slowed as if to pull in but then started to pick up speed to drive by. Without realizing what I was doing, I waved at the driver to pull in but he ignored me and carried on.

As the sound of the car's engine diminished, I went back inside.

Why had I waved for him to come in when we were closed?

I don't know. Nuts!! I couldn't take in any overnighters right now, not without any staff anyway. Strangely, I felt a little disappointed that the driver hadn't come in. It would have been nice to have a bit of company, I was beginning to go a little stir crazy.

I decided to close up for the night and go to bed. I had little else to do and maybe, just maybe I might have that dream again. This, I knew was nothing but false hope because the dream never came to me two nights running.
Sadly, it would be weeks before I had it again and with this thought, the odd feeling I was having intensified.

Could it be linked to the dreams?

I shook my head to clear it and picked up the bag of trash next to the door.

As I stepped out into the night, a car pulled into the parking lot. It was the same black car that had driven by a few minutes before. As I walked around to the side of the building to dump the trash bag into the dumpster, the car came to a stop and a guy got out. From what I could see by the parking lot lamps, he was about my age but just a little shorter than me and with black hair.

He was dressed for the warm night, in a pair of well fitted jeans and a beige warm jacket with black t-shirt.

He stood next to his car and watched as I threw the trash bag into the dumpster. I slammed the lid of the dumpster closed, walked around to the front of the building and stopped and waited for him.

"So you came back huh"

//A/N//
So i had this one in my drafts for some months(from last winter of 2021) now and i was about to uninstall wattpad for some reasons but i was said my drafts will get deleted so i decided i should upload it. I wasn't sure of this story but i hope someone will like it😅🌸🌼