Bounded by Fate

10

He sat across the table, arms crossed, and brows furrowed. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere other than here.

Yeah, me too pal.

The night had started off so perfect and yet ended on such a confusing cliff hanger after the concert. And now it's the next day and here the three of us sat in a board room type of office with our favorite artists sitting right across from us. A few serious – Namjoon, Taehyung, and Jin, some curious – Jungkook, Hosoek and Jimin.

But one – Yoongi. He looked straight up unimpressed.

Their manager and staff managed to get hold of Abby's contact details, basically telling her to get our asses back to the HYBE building for an "important discussion".

The room was filled with such a tense tangible silence. You could almost cut it with a butter knife. To the left of me, Abby could not stop wiping her hands on the fabric of her jeans and Nicole kept playing with the ring on her finger. We kept our eyes low, but we could feel them staring. This made me even more anxious as we waited for the manager to arrive.

I want to go home.

After what felt like forever, the glass door opens and in walks the creator of BTS.

"Good morning, everyone." He greets with a tight smile and slight twitch of his eye.

We all stand up and bow in greeting, "Good morning." We murmured before sitting back down once he's taken his own seat at the foot of the table.

With chubby hands intertwined before him, he leans forward in all seriousness while glancing towards the three of us.

"You girls managed to make quite the fuss of things, haven't you."

Nicole sat up straight and looked him dead in the eye, "Women." She corrected. Oh boy.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Jungkook and Jhope cover their mouths and clear their throats to fight off the laughter that threatened to escape. Especially at the sight of their CEO's flabbergasted facial expression. If this were any other situation, I would be laughing along with them if it hadn't been for the swirling nerves in the pit of my stomach, threatening to make my breakfast escape.

He blinked then cleared his throat. "Yes, you women have made quite the mess of things. Now if you could just tell us how you did it, we can have this all over and done with."

Abby frowns in confusion, matching Nicole's, and mine, "What do you mean? What did we ever do?" She asks.

"The red string". Namjoon is the one to answer her question. "He wants to know how and why you did it".

"Red string?" Nicole voices our exact thought.

Taehyung sighs and gives a look at his leader before turning towards us, mostly at Nicole before clearing his throat, "What he meant to say was the red soul string."

Abby crosses her arms over her chest, looking directly at Taehyung, "Yeah, like that explains everything." She says sarcastically. "What does it mean?"

Jimin leans forward, "It means a soul tie. It's a string that finds your soulmate." He elaborates then proceeds to lift his arm and lower his sleeve revealing a red glowing string that's wrapped around his wrist and gently tugs on it ever so gently as Abby's own wrist reveals a similar string and it's tethered to his.

We stare at it in shock, Abby looks as if she might pass out right then and there when she almost breathlessly asked him, "Are you...telling me..."

"That you're soulmates. Yes. Yes, he is. And so are they." Jin speaks up and points to Nicole, staring at her own string attached to Taehyung's in awe. The Jin turns towards Yoongi and me, "and them too." He smirks as he watches Yoongi pull his sleeve down in attempts of hiding it.