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...
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Taehyung has always thought that love is the rawest emotion.
Maybe this is because he grew up listening to the tales of love his mother would tell him. He held a deep desire to write his own with his soulmate someday. So, when he discovered the possibilities of who his soulmate could be, he felt an emotional turmoil he had never expected to face. Still, he waited. He waited until the fog cleared and left a crystal image of the joy of who his soulmate was, just as his mother had always described. Only, he was wrong. Probably.
Because love is the rawest emotion.
Love holds power to elevate you. It controls your heart rate and pulse. Love captures, creates, grows, and elates—until it doesn't. Horror, gut-wrenching pain, and brokenness because love holds power to devastate. Ironically, love can only destroy after joy, like the sourness that lies underneath the sweet coating of a lemon drop.
Because love is the rawest emotion, and anything living stripped raw bleeds.
"Are you thinking about him?"
Taehyung lifted his head and forced a smile. "Of course not," he lied. Jimin, clearly unbelieving, went back to his homework without another word.
The truth was, Jungkook was all Taehyung thought about. They often saw each other but exchanged nothing more than sweet words and wistful glances. Jimin treated Taehyung with an admirable amount of love and understanding that left a river of guilt flowing through Taehyung's consciousness.
"I saw Ji today," Jimin quipped, clearly attempting to rid the room of its uncomfortableness. "In my Com 101 class. The teacher is a wack, let me tell you! She says "hi"—Ji, not the teacher."
"You've never liked her," Taehyung murmured, attempting to lose himself in his textbook. "I never understood that."
"She's always given me bad vibes. I mean, after what she pulled with Mark and those posters-"
"She didn't know what Mark would use my number for," Taehyung dismissed. "At least you two are friendly."
Taehyung stood and gathered his things. He never studied in the kitchen for long. The foyer was far more comfortable, even though he usually fell asleep on their couch halfway through his studies. Jimin didn't question his retreat; he knew his routine well enough.
Their blue couch was perfect for lounging, as was the coffee table he propped his feet on. Instead of studying, Taehyung stared at the photo Jimin had hung of their first day back on campus. They took one every year since they were children, though the tattoos on their wrists had soured the memory. Taehyung thought back to the moment he first glanced at the names written across his skin and tried not to dwell on how excited Jimin had been. Taehyung closed his eyes and wished not for the first time that he was a braver man and that emotions didn't decide his actions. Maybe then he could say those heartbreaking words to Jimin.
