everyone in the universe has a soulmate they say when you look at someone and you hear bells chime loud in your ears.
it's means you met them
Min Yoongi was 20 years old when he heard bells...
he met his soulmate he was still a trainee at a low lev...
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Yoongi POV
I stood in the same spot, not moving a muscle. After Jimin walked away, my brain was running a mile a minute, coming up with so many thoughts at once that it felt like my brain was over-boiling.
Why didn't Jimin hear the bell? Did he hear them and just ignore them? Did he hear them, see me, and decide it wasn't worth it? Does he think I'm ugly and get disappointed? He acted so nonchalantly about meeting me...he didn't act like Namjoon did with Jungkook.
Is he disappointed that I'm his soulmate? I know I'm not that good-looking...Maybe I'm not his type?
I looked back at him, and he was smiling and laughing with Taehyung while I stood there feeling like garbage...Jimin is so beautiful, no wonder he doesn't want a hobo like me...
I felt tears prickle my eyes, letting out sniffles as the warm, salty tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Yoonchi? Are you okay?" Seokjin asked, and I snapped my head up, seeing all of them looking at me, even Jimin, whose arms were crossed and raising an eyebrow.
God, I'm so embarrassed.
"I-I...I just n-need...I'm sorry I-I need a moment I'm sorry!" I cried and ran out of the room. I dashed past all of them and out the door.
I ran towards the bathroom, shoving the door closed and locking myself inside. I slide down onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest, and let out tiny sobs.
I don't know how long I was crying and stewing in my sad juices until I heard a loud knock at the door. At first, I thought it was a staff member, so I ignored it until I heard a familiar voice.
"Hyung? Are you okay?" Jungkook sounded from the other side of the door.
I kept sniffing into my knee. "I-I just need a minute," I said, but he knocked again.
"Please, Hyung, everyone is worried...talk to me; you can trust me," he said softly. I took a deep breath, then stood to my feet and unlocked the door, letting Jungkook into the bathroom. He slipped inside and locked it behind him.
He looked over my face and frowned. He walked towards the roll of paper towels, ripping some off the roll and handing me some. I thanked him softly and wiped my eyes.
"What happened, Hyungie?" He asked, and we both leaned against the counter. "Don't cry, Hyung, it's going to be okay," he murmured, and that made me chuckle wetly, wiping my eyes.
Jungkook is only 15; he is a little taller than me but still has big doe eyes that make him look so young.
"It's Jimin..." I whispered, and he just blinked at me.
"Jimin hyung? Did he say something to you?" He asked softly. I looked at my hands fiddling with the paper towel.
"I-I....when I looked at Jimin," I stuttered ripping the napkin in my hand. "I heard...bells" I said, and this made Jungkook gasp. He snapped his head from me to the door, like Jimin was standing on the other side.
