Part Thirty Eight

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Yoongi's eyes were glued to the figure in front of him.

She looked tired, her eyes had a sadness to them. Her posture looked ridged.

His eyes traveled to her hand, where she held into another man.

"Can we talk?" Her voice sent shivers down his back. He didn't say anything and instead allowed for the two to step into Namjoon's room.

All their eyes fell on their clasped hands, in the way Brian seemed to put Aila behind him, almost protecting her.

"I'm sorry. I know you all must be very confused and hurt about everything." She began. Brian scoffed, already feeling the irritation towards them.

"Be nice." She softly told Brian.

"I guess now we know why you don't like us. I always wondered why you felt so aloof."

Brian looked at Seokjin.

"Really? You know? Please tell me what could have possibly happened to make me not like you."

"Hey, we came to talk. Please." Aila placed her other hand on his arm, tracing it up and down to calm Brian down.

He took a deep breath.

"Can we sit?" Aila quickly asked the group.

Jungkook and Yoongi moved from their seats and gave it to them. All seven then huddled together on the bed, facing Brian and Aila.

There was a silence.

"I came because there's a lot that needs to be discussed and it cannot wait. So I thought we should start at the beginning." Aila turned towards Brian.

Aila felt how annoyed and angry he was, how much this would hurt him. But still, he put his feelings aside for her.

The group of soulmates stared at Brian, not knowing what this is about.

"Aila was introduced to your group back in December of 2017, but she didn't really catch real interest till May. I remember she talked and talked about this new k-pop group. She made me watch your videos, talked crazy theories. I had never seen her take such interest in something in such a short period of time. It got bad. I was annoyed and tired of having to listen to BTS. I remember you were doing some type of tour and in this tour, Citi Field was added. She boasted about the first k-pop group to ever perform at a stadium in the US. This is where she met you guys."

The group of soulmates got quiet, listening to every words Brian was saying, realizing he was going to tell them what happened.

"She got a ticket and made plans to go see you. I can't remember why, but I couldn't go with her. And I tried, I tried to stop her, because it was an eleven hour drive from where we lived to New York and she was going by herself. However, she had her mind set on going, despite this being the first time she had been to New York. She wouldn't listen to me. So she drove herself all those hours, explored the city and found herself at Citi Field. She told me she felt bad once she got close enough to the stadium, but she disregarded this as nerves to finally seeing you."

"Oh no." A soft whisper came from the bed.

"Yeah. What she was feeling was all seven heartbeats all at once. I don't know how she even managed to get through. But now I understand it was the pull of the bond. She barely managed to get to the stage, close enough to see you. But when you seven came up, and she saw you for the first time, she went into shock and fainted. The shock of meeting all seven soulmates too much for her body. Thankfully, two armies that saw her faint called over a security and she was taken to a room."

"Aila, you told me you woke up, with layers gone. You don't remember but your soul bond color was a hue of purple, a soft lilac. But because it had been layered seven times, your world had been seen through a purple lens, until that night. You told me how everything around you looked different, the colors you have been used to completely gone, replaced by the beauty that only your soulmates could bring you. You told me you made your way out the room, to a concert that was almost done. And you also told me no one came looking for you. And as you looked on stage and you realized your soulmates were BTS, it felt unreal. You told me you felt out of place. You told me as you watched them perform, you saw how close their bond was, and how you couldn't possibly offer anything to the fame they had managed to achieved. They were untouchable. Unreachable. So you walked away."

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