So Far Away~ (Soulmate AU) Min Yoongi (Suga) x Reader

Prologue

"What is this mark?" A tan chubby finger pointed to an intricate tattoo of a black flower on a woman's hand.

"Oh, that? That's my soulmate tattoo." A young beautiful woman with sleek, flowing black hair spoke. 

"Soulmate tattoo? Mommy? What's a soulmate?" The young boy looked up to his mother with round, innocently inquisitive dark eyes.

The woman smiled down at her son, her eyes forming into two gentle crescents, "My curious kitten, that is something that I cannot answer. A soulmate does not have a definition... It is more of a feeling. You have to find your own definition."

The young boy tilted his head cutely in confusion, but then his face burst out into a large smile, "Okay, Mommy!"

The woman giggled softly at her son, and then placed her hand on the boy's right shoulder blade. "I think that this is where your soulmate tattoo will go."

"How do you know?" The boy asked, mouth forming an "o".

"Mother's intuition," said his mother with a playful wink and giddy lift to her voice.

"Will my soulmate be like you and Daddy?"

"Of course baby, the soothsayer never makes mistakes with whom they choose to be fated." She paused, her smile fading. Deep down, the mother had a fear. Something told her that her love will result in pain. 

"What's wrong, Mommy?" The boy's lips turned to a pout, his eyebrows knitting.

The mother's smile quickly returned at that, "Oh, I just hope that your soulmate is closer to you than Daddy was to me. Daddy took a long time to find me. It is getting late now, it is time for you to sleep."

Yoongi listened closely to his mother and couldn't help but to get all giddy and excited at the thought of a soulmate, "Okay Momma!!" He smiled happily and snuggled into the crook of his mother's neck.

Yoongi sat up suddenly in his bed, deep breaths rushing out of his mouth. What was that language they were speaking? And how did I understand it?  Yoongi looked around his room. There was no sign of an island, just pure darkness. He let out a sigh and shoved his hands into his hair. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the strange dream. Who was that woman? Just thinking about the woman's voice and her kind smile made Yoongi's body instinctively relax. The whole dream felt strangely warm. And familiar. It felt too personal, like he was looking into someone else's memories. Wait a second... No way... He shook his head viciously, as if trying to lose his strange thoughts. Nope, there is no such thing as soulmates, and that woman doesn't even look like me. As if it were a bad stroke of karma, Yoongi's back burst into a searing pain. He inhaled sharply through clenched teeth and thrashed out of his bedsheets. With wild hands, he flipped on his lamp and clawed at his shirt while stumbling to his mirror. In his crazed process, he managed to knock his glass of water off of his bedside table, slamming it into the wall.

"Hyung?" A soft, worried voice immediately called out. The maknae of the idol group that Yoongi was in pushed his head through Yoongi's bedroom door, "Are you okay?!"

"My back! My back!" Is all Yoongi managed out in his futile attempts to remove his shirt.

"What's wrong with your back?" The young brunette hurriedly made his way over to Yoongi with his arms out.

"It burns! There's something on my back! What's on my back?" Yoongi's voice was rushed and gravelly, and it was hard to understand his rapid words. 

The maknae grabbed Yoongi to stop him from his careless and rushed movements. He pulled the back of his shirt up and examined his back with furrowed brows. "Hyung? There's nothing there?"

"What do you mean there's nothing there? My back burns like it was lit on fire, Jungkook!" Yoongi's voice became even more urgent.

"Hyung, please calm down." Jungkook's voice was low and gentle as he tried to reassure his frantic hyung. He heard Yoongi let out a few pained breaths, then continued. "I really don't see anything, do you want me to get you a cold pack? I don't know what's wrong..." Yoongi nodded weakly, and Jungkook left to retrieve a cold pack from the freezer. 

Yoongi carefully took his shirt off of his body and twisted to view his back in the mirror. His eyes widened and he dropped his shirt at the sight. Starting at the top of his right shoulder blade were black twisting tendrils that led to an intricate black flower in the middle of his back. More black tendrils trailed back to the right side of his back, and down to a couple of inches above his pants line. He breathed out incredulously and dropped to the ground. His knees pulled up to his chest as he brought his head into his hands. 

A moment later, Jungkook appeared in his doorway again, a cool pack in his hand. His voice was soft and weak at the site, "Hyung?"