Unwanted--BTS--Soulmate AU

Emotions

Thanks to the previous night that I had spent next to Yoongi, I was able to sleep soundly until morning. I woke up alone, the sheets cool next to me. It didn't seem like Tae had come to sleep next to me and I wondered about that. Maybe he was finally getting freaked out by this whole situation. He had been such a steady presence, keeping strong for me, even if I could feel his tension and his anger towards Yoongi. I imagined that he was having his own struggles with everything going on. I only hoped that if he felt upset, he would talk to me.

As I crawled out from under the covers, I decided that it was time for me to get some things in order. I needed to sort out my personal life and figure out how I was going to coexist with Yoongi in peace.

These past few days, I felt as if I had been floating in this twilight space between reality and fantasy. I didn't know if I was coming or going, and I needed to have some more control and stability back in my life. I wouldn't let this soulmate revelation completely bulldoze the life I had created for myself.

I stretched my arms above my head, relishing the pull in my shoulders. I needed a shower and some food. I glanced at Tae's dresser, wondering if it would be okay for me to grab some clothes from there but I hesitated. We had been growing close even before the incident, but I wasn't sure he would appreciate me rummaging through his shit.

I found my phone on the desk and fired off a text to Tae asking if he could spare some more clothes for me, and if so, to leave them on the bathroom counter while I showered. I cracked open the bedroom door and peeked out. It seemed pretty quiet. I tiptoed across the hall to the bathroom and heaved a sigh of relief as I closed the door.

After a long, hot shower, I felt ready to face the day's tasks. I toweled off and looked around for the clothes Tae should've left. But they weren't there.

Fuck, I guess he didn't read my text. I peered down at the sweaty, sleep wrinkled clothes on the floor and shuddered at the thought of putting them back on. I sighed and wrapped the towel around myself, wincing at my reflection in the mirror showing me how little skin it really covered. Curse my hips and breasts.

This time, I looked through the products more thoroughly on the counter, using all the serums and moisturizers I could. I still didn't find any curly hair products so my hair would have to dry wild again. Whatever.

I picked up the dirty clothes and clutched the towel tighter to my chest as I cautiously cracked the door open. I looked out, checking left and right but it looked empty. I took a breath and crept out, padding softly to the bedroom. I juggled the dirty clothes to my other hand to try and grasp the door handle, but of course, I ended up dropping them. Groaning, I bent down to grab the bundle. As I came up, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and whipped my head around.

Yoongi was standing there at the end of the hall, staring at me. It looked like he had been peeling a tangerine but had stopped halfway through. I froze in place, meeting his piercing gaze. He was clenching his jaw as his eyes roved over my exposed skin.

I flushed as I remembered my state of undress, and inched my hand towards the door handle. My eyes didn't leave his as I pushed the door open. He watched me carefully, taking in every move, his eyes flashing with something I didn't want to acknowledge.

As if I were afraid that he would lunge at me, I darted into Tae's room and slammed the door behind me. Breathing heavily, I moved to the desk and sat down, trying to calm my thundering heart.

God, why did he have to look at me like that? Like I was a bug he wanted to squash but also fuck. It was driving me mad.

Suddenly, my head gave a vicious throb and I whimpered from the stab of pain.