You're mine

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Yoongi's POV

When my performance on the stage finally comes to an end, it's to the awareness of an indescribable feeling that's swarming my chest, a pull that comes from outside of me and right at my heart.

When I first started singing, beneath the adrenaline of being in front of such a crowd, I felt a growing panic unlike anything I'd ever felt before, and I couldn't even begin to understand what it was or where it came from that it was gone.

The small whisper of a voice had filled my mind, but it was so quiet in the loudness reaching my ears that I couldn't understand a single thing it said. Now that I'm done, of course, it's fully quiet.

Did I actually have my soulmate here and missed them?

I look over my arms from every angles possible once down from the stage, but there's nothing except for a hollow feeling in my soul. If it was truly my soulmate, and if that was the bond locking in place, I should still be feeling something, or at least hearing them, isn't that how the new bonds work?

Is it incomplete? Is that what this is? Because I didn't hear their first words to me?

I numbly make my way to the bar, my only comfort here being the man who once owned the entirety of my heart. It was at a time when I thought that I could live this life without my fated one by my side, until I realized that I was only scared and avoiding fate. I'd told Hoseok, and then took back only half of that heart.

He's always had a piece of it, I was never one to deny that kind of truth. I've missed him a lot despite having each gone our different paths, and I think it's fair to say that I might have at least half of his too.

I drop on one of the stools, guitar case propped against the wall beneath the counter before I'm looking over my skin once more, hoping somehow that I would have mislooked the first time. Alas, no, still nothing.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" I hear Hoseok ask as he joins my corner, eyes looking me over with concern.

I sigh before shaking my head, I don't even know where to begin so I don't sound crazy. "I'm not sure, Hobah. I... fuck" I rough up my hair with my hands, I'm so mad at myself for not stopping everything sooner to find them, what if they're gone forever?

"I think... my soulmate was here, Hobah" I finally reveal, and his gasp encourages me to keep talking.

"I felt these emotions that weren't mine, but they were so weak that I barely sensed them, and that voice... so quiet, and I can't believe I didn't shut up for a second back there. It all stopped suddenly, I don't know who it could be".

"You don't know who it is?" he repeats, hands naturally grabbing my wrists to turn my arms over and have a closer look. "You didn't hear anyone speak? Didn't you see someone react to your voice when you were on the stage?" he asks in a hurry, scared for my sake, always such a nice guy, that Hoseok.

I try to think back to my quick scan of the room at the beginning, but I was so nervous that- wait. I did notice something strange, didn't I?

"That... there was a girl at the front desk, the... she wore the hostess uniform. I remember finding strange that she lost her balance after I spoke, but then she left to the kitchen and I didn't see her again after that" I mumble, didn't the voice and feelings dim around the same time?

"You mean Y/N?" Hoseok asks, face turning paler, yet tighter as he stares at me with a stiff look in his eyes, a tic in his jaw that I haven't seen often. "Y/N... she could be your soulmate, you say? Are you sure you saw that right?".

Taken aback by the sudden coldness in his voice, I gape at him for a few beats. "I- I don't know, Hobah. Maybe? Maybe not".

His gaze sweeps the restaurant then, and I do too, wondering where she could be by now. Maybe we'll have our answer if we ask her, and then he can tell me what's up with that reaction. He's never reacted that way towards me before, not a single time.