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2. Intertwining fates

Yoongi stared at Seokjin wide eyed, his brows furrowed together as he wondered if he had misheard. The silence in the room was suffocating and he struggled to comprehend what Seokjin had meant.

Manners be damned, he thought. He grabbed Seokjin's arm roughly, uncaring if he hurt the elder as he twisted Seokjin's wrist towards him. Sure enough, written in black ink, was his name.

He couldn't stop his mouth from dropping open in shock.

Yoongi let go of Seokjin's hand, staring as it dropped limply by his side. He leapt off the bed and like the coward he was, Yoongi ran. He ran as fast as his legs could take him, not looking back once.

He didn't have to look back to know that there was a look of dejection spoiling Seokjin's tear stained face.

It had been hours since Yoongi had left Seokjin's dorm. He lay numbly on a dirty, wooden bench. The sky had turned dark, due to the poor lighting in the park it allowed the few stars that shone desperately through the light pollution to reach his sight.

He knew he had hurt Seokjin badly but he couldn't find the strength within himself to go back and apologise. He had loved the Seokjin for longer than he could remember, however, Yoongi knew that the elder only had eyes for his soulmate.

It had slowly torn Yoongi, many sleepless nights where he doubted whether he would ever be enough, but he had slowly come to accept his fate as being Seokjin's best friend instead of his lover. So, now that the universe had decided to make his silly fantasies come true, he chickened out.

He practically tore out all his hair in frustration when he first arrived at the park, winded from his running. Sighing heavily, Yoongi dragged a hand down his face to wipe away the stray tears that began to fall over his already crusted face.

Slowly, he made his way home, moonlight illuminating his way, his feet dragging on the slabs of grey concrete.

If Yoongi had stayed just a second longer he would have seen a brown haired boy running for his life and collapsing on the very bench he had just vacated. He would also have noticed a worried looking Seokjin hovering over the boy, wincing when he saw the boy's injuries.

Jimin had finally mustered up the courage to talk to his nocturnal dorm-mate. He heard the sound of heavy footsteps and took a deep breath to try and calm his nerves before opening the door.

He was about to say something but froze when he soaked in the state of the boy before him. His dorm-mate had obviously been crying, if the tear tracks that ran down his face were any indication. The older boy still managed to look menacing as he glared at the ground beneath his feet.

Jimin shook himself out of his thoughts.

He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the boy, trying not to flinch when he snapped his head towards him, focusing that glare on Jimin instead. Jimin gave what was probably a weak smile and stretched out his hand.

"It's nice to meet you roomie, my name is Park Jimin. What's yours?"

The boy looked at Jimin's outstretched hand and then his face before he burst out laughing. Jimin started to feel angry when it was clear that the boy wasn't going to stop. Tears sprung to his eyes and he awkwardly retracted his hand. Feeling hurt by the other boy's actions, he couldn't help but snap.

"If you don't like me, you could have just said so. You're rude and I hate you!"

Jimin turned on his heel and stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him. He slid down the wall, collapsing on the floor as he drew his knees to his chest, burying his face in his hands. Sobs erupted as he heard the boy's laughter ringing in his mind.

Yoongi's laugh turned bitter as he heard Jimin sob loudly. He really seemed to have a knack for making his soulmates cry. He silently crept into his way to his room, the sounds of Jimin crying in the background was like white noise as he drifted off into a restless slumber.

Jungkook packed his bags haphazardly, tears streaming down his face. He winced when the strap of his bag rubbed against the cut on his shoulder. He looked around the room that was in ruins, relishing the last few good memories of it.

He undid the silver chain that had protected him from his father's wrath for so long. Quietly creeping out of his house, easing the door behind him carefully so he didn't wake his parents.

The minute his foot hit the concrete outside he ran. Jungkook ran with desperation, using the dim lighting of the street lamps to guide his way. He slowed down to a fast paced walk as he passed through the park gates. A little further in he noticed a tall figure helping a brown haired boy limp towards the second park entrance, the very one he was initially going to use.

The brown haired boy suddenly fell to his knees, half dragging the taller figure down with him, and Jungkook briefly wondered if he should help them. However, he decided it wasn't his problem right now and instead he sped up, running towards his safe place. 

The place that was his home.

Jungkook knocked on a plain wooden door, gold letters spelling room number 72 on the third floor of a university's dormitory. He waited two heart beats before the door swung open. Namjoon took one look at his bag and his face before gathering Jungkook in his arms.

The younger boy latched onto the warm embrace, sobbing quietly and desperately into his jumper, taking huge gulps of air as Namjoon coo-ed soothing words in his ear. When he had managed to calm himself down, Namjoon led him inside, using his foot to kick the door shut. Jungkook looked around, the dorm hadn't changed much since he had last visited.

Heading to the bedroom, dragging Namjoon along using their joined hands, he threw his bag into the gap between the bedroom door and Namjoon's wardrobe. The younger momentarily let go of Namjoon's hand to strip down to his boxers and climbed into the warm covers which had been peeled back for him, letting the familiar scent overtake his senses.

A couple seconds later Namjoon climbed in after him, gathering Jungkook in his embrace again and smiled at the younger's cuteness when he snuggled into Namjoon's chest. The elder's dimples looked adorable and Jungkook fought back the urge to poke his finger into the crevice. Slowly the soulmates drifted off to sleep, safe in each other's embrace.