My Soulmates are IDOLS Books 2+3 | 18+ [SoulBond Series]

341-343: Chapter 20

Ezra

His soulmate was brilliant.

Amber had a strange talent for the body switching; she could harness the abilities that laid deep within their muscles and take what she'd learnt to imbed it within another. And from there, she would perform a new feat that they could never hope to achieve on their own.

It was fucking hilarious to watch Hikaru backstage, settling deep within Amber's body, but with his mouth wide open and gawking at the screen. His original frame was controlled by their darling, and she was pulverising a rap solo that Hikaru could never achieve with that much growl and that much heat.

And did she just take MinJae's signature body wave and do it in Sieon's body with his thumbs digging in his waistband, his hips gyrating, turning fans rabid and salivating? It was like watching a master class of their fullest potential.

And it did make Ezra feel a little strange, just a tiny bit attacked—God, fucking damn it, it was like a tight slap to the ass cheek, a paddle in her hands and a tug of a collar to his throat. Because he too had to watch himself with dance moves that rivalled MinJae's and the vocal control of JieMi's calibre. His sudden mastery in a new language when they waved goodbye to their fans was sensational, and he caught sight of tears in his supporters' eyes.

She'd stolen his body and forced his voice to reach new heights that he could never achieve without auto-tune and studio editing. And she'd walk out of there, down the steps of the backstage, sweating and glossy in his body, smiling so prettily as if it were the easiest thing in the world. Because it was that easy, and he was just a baby.

'Did I do well?' Would be the first question out of her mouth, so lacking in self-confidence that it should make him cry because there was no way someone that good could have that much insecurity. He'd show her that, begging for her to switch back so that he could kiss her on the mouth for a full minute and hope that their soul bond would not go crazy with distress.

Because she was a singer's wet dream, the motherfucking cheat code of all cheat codes. The diamond power booster in a game, the answer sheet in an exam. She was exactly what he wished for when he had bad days and just prayed to God for someone to take his place just so he didn't have to see another human face.

It was a strange boon to have her there and providing, a benefit that none of them had seen and only now realised. And he felt it, warm in his chest with their crazy child in his arms, loving it and hating it at the same time. Their curse was a golden experience of the wildest dreams.

Online, there were millions of confused fans with videos and lengthy posts about the extreme improvements that came from each member. The sudden burst of stage presence from a different member for each concert was as if it were all planned. And the curious change in dynamics, where they'd all gravitate around that now better member.

Of course, the team would react differently when it was their Amber in that body, their eyes shifting to hers and growing a thousand times more loving. Their bodies circling around her like planets to a sun. The fan service was always better when they seemed so much happier with her on stage.

Ezra supposed that they were getting used to the body switching, could see her within a new body. The quirk of her lips and the mannerisms that spun through her frame, resting in the twitch of her fingers. The way she tried to walk like that member but couldn't stop the sway of her hips from a different bone structure. And the amazing posture, back so straight and figure so poised just because they didn't have milk heavy breasts and so her chest was just so much lighter. (And fuck, her pretty boobs did hurt like a motherfucker, so heavy and thick on her body that he had to cup them just to walk sometimes.)