The Name Chapter: Yours | YEONBIN

Epilogue

At the end of the month they have their final rehearsal before the year-end show.

The others have gone home, exhausted but excited by the prospect of finally getting to show their fans something they've been planning for months. The staff have gone with them, the dance studio completely empty aside from Yeonjun and Soobin.

It's the same dance studio they first did the duet in, the place where Soobin's soulmark finally appeared.

With everyone else gone, they're running through the dance alone, one last time.

Yeonjun will wear a white piece of fabric around his wrist, trailing through the air as he dances. Right now, his wrist is bare.

Soobin's name is written on his skin, impossible to ignore.

Soobin's own wrist is also bare; he's still getting used to the feel of it.

He'll wear a black piece of fabric around his own wrist for the real thing, in contrast with Yeonjun's. They've never been the type to match, too different in too many ways — but maybe that's why it works between them.

For now, they wear their soulbands in public and for anything to do with the group, and it's not perfect, sometimes Soobin wants to scream that Yeonjun is his, but whenever Yeonjun's being Yeonjun the idol and flirting with their fans, whenever he's dancing seductively or turning on the charm in interviews, he always finds a way to catch Soobin's eye or his hand, fingertips skimming over the inside of his wrist. He kisses Soobin in the darkness backstage and in cars with blacked-out windows and dressing rooms when everyone else has left.

It's not perfect, but Soobin never wanted that.

He has TXT, the fans and Yeonjun, and that's enough.

His hand skims over Yeonjun's wrist and takes hold.

The last word of the song rings out in the empty dance studio.

Yours.