Symphony Of Lies (Inked Hearts 2)

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AN:
Hello guys! I'm back with another chapter for you!
This chapter was a little longer than intended, but it ended up fitting with the theme of the chapter so i left it alone 😂

This chapter is dedicated to @chieichinose for your votes in DOF 💜

enjoy!

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Jimin first person pov:

It's been almost a week since I met Margot again at the bookstore. Throughout the days, Taehyung has never missed an opportunity when we are alone to tell me that every hour I don't message my soulmate I'm letting her slip away. Still, I don't want to pressure her or go too fast.

It wasn't until last night that I finally cracked.

Taehyung had been giving me looks all throughout dinner, and my tattoo had started to itch again, but it wasn't until Jungkook waltzed into the room with a massive grin on his face and announced that Diana Noona would be visiting next month and a wave of jealousy surged through my chest that I decided to message Margot.

The next three hours were not what I would call lovely. There was a lot of pacing, typing, deleting, retyping, and dropping my head into my hands and more pacing. But around eleven I finally plucked up the courage to hit the 'send' button.

PJM:
Hello, I just thought I'd let you know that I'm planning on going back to the bookstore tomorrow around 20:00.

PJM:
Please don't feel any pressure to meet me there, I just thought to go because I have a free night. I hope you're well.

Then there was a lot of waiting, and checking to make sure it was delivered, and then debating unsending the messages, and then the terror when they were finally marked 'read' a few minutes later.

Margot didn't reply right away. Then there was a lot more terror. But after a few minutes, her responce came.

Margot C:
Hi

Margot C:
Unfortunately, I don't get off work until 21:00...

I gulped and tried to ignore the painful ache around my heart.

PJM:
That's fine

PJM:
Don't worry about it :)

I turned off my phone a minute later and got into bed, but I didn't fall asleep for another two hours.

That night the room felt darker than usual, more distant. But I entered as I always have done and sat in the light of the window. And I stayed there until morning.

– – –

The bookstore was mostly empty when I arrived. There were only a few couples in the front of the store. I got my drink and made my way behind the shelves to my spot – the place where I saw her again.

Tonight, Margot does not sit in the chair beside mine. Hers is empty as if she had never been here at all.

I try not to give the empty chair any attention or thought as I sit down and take my book out from my jacket pocket. I try not to think about the fact that I won't be seeing my soulmate tonight, and I try to read my book, but even my romance novel can't distract me from my own near non-existent romantic life.

20:30 comes and goes and turns into 20:50. The next ten minutes are excruciating. I don't know why I keep trying to listen for the sound of the door opening. I don't know why I think that she might still come and meet me here. Maybe it's just desperate hope. But right now, that's all I have.