Soulmate Bonded: Yoongi

(Chapter Four) to the S

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Soulmates,

Thank you for coming to support this story.

I'm writing because of you.

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So she did finally find out where he lives,

but he pushes that thought away

because he doesn't want to think about the possibilities just yet.

He doesn't focus on the thought that her visits might just become an envelope

that shows up on its own once a week,

in the darkness,

on his desk,

waiting as he gets home....

He doesn't think about the fact that her

calm demeanor

and quiet voice

and honest eyes

may become just a memory.

So he clung to the image of her turning her head slowly, taking in his tiny studio apartment as she stepped in the door.

He leaves the front door unlocked and barely closed, the latch unmet.

The door swings gently with the breeze.

He knows she's going to think it's because he's scared of her, but he ignores it.

Something his mother told him once had popped into his mind yesterday.

Respect, Yoongi, she had said, is what a real man gives to the woman he likes. Respect means proving your intentions are noble.

He had nodded like he understood, back then.

Now, he understood.

Do you like her then? His heart asked, lifting its head from the fog again.

She stays standing

because his sofa is his bed

and although he's folded his blanket neatly over his pillow, leaving two seats empty, it looks intimate

and she turns away.

He is embarrassed for a moment but then he remembers that he knows her now

and she's exactly like him

and when he looked away from things it was never because he was judging.

He lets her be as her eyes are taking in his bare walls and she begins to scan the scattered piles of notepads on his single desk.