meikoatsushi
There are three things that Jeon Jungkook doesn't ever place his trust in.
One, loan advertisements.
Two, calorie and nutrition information labels and anything with the sticker, 'organic'.
Three, soulmates.
He was very ready to crush his soulmate, one who (gladly) seemed to hate him with equal fervor, based on the message on his wrist. He just wasn't expecting his soulmate to actually scream, "You're more despicable than a fucking Venus flytrap!" in his face in front of twenty people in public, and for his soulmate to be pretty.
Very pretty. Like, love at first sight level of pretty.
Slight problem.
(AKA: Jeon Jungkook doesn't believe in soulmates, and one Very Pretty Kim Taehyung seems adamant that he's worse than a plant. This is life.)
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There are three things that Jeon Jungkook doesn't ever place his trust in.
One, loan advertisements.
Two, calorie and nutrition information labels and anything with the sticker, 'organic'.
Three, soulmates.
Especially the third one – the third one is critical. Soulmates were a joke of the world, fraud of the universe, just another game piece that served to entertain whoever was above this galaxy. The concept of 'destined love' was simply preposterous – utterly pointless and binding. What do humans ever get a choice in? In birth? Death? No, so why not at least salvage the liberty of love?
It's something he doesn't understand, and doesn't even want to understand.
"You know, Jungkook," Yugyeom, his best friend (read: only best friend), heaved an elongated sigh as they sat together in the library a day before their college entrance exams. "You can't just reject your fate. I wouldn't stop you if you were one of those, well, 'non-soulmate' people – those people actually have a reason to not believe in the idea. You don't." The boy passed a self-explanatory jut of the chin at Jungkook's bandaged wrist. "I know you have one, Kook."
He didn't respond – because it was true. He did have one – a soulmate. Instead, he unwrapped a strip of gum and popped it into his own mouth, tore another one and tossed it into Yugyeom's.
"It's fine if you don't want to be with 'em, there are plenty of people that choose to do that. It's just," Chew, chew, "What if this... this soulmate of yours has been looking forward to meeting you their whole life? Like, you were their reason for living, kind of thing, you know? I know people that romanticize the whole soulmate business a lot, so – are you just going to break their heart? Shatter their world? Have some mercy on this guy, girl, whoever, Jeon Jungkook."
With a loud, sticky sound from the gum between his teeth, Jungkook snorted and rolled his eyes, as Yugyeom raised a questioning brow. "I'm not going to shatter their world," He mumbled bitterly, "Because I'm not their world."
"You sound awfully sure."
"I am."
He recalled the message on his wrist, and an acrid sourness formed as the strawberry gum's sweetness and his stingy bitterness combined.
'You're more despicable than a fucking Venus flytrap!'
Yeah, long story short, Jeon Jungkook doesn't believe in soulmates, and that's really all that matters.
I can't believe this is happening.
Jungkook deadpans as he pedals madly down the road, swooshing past two girls in mini-skirts and a boy who dropped his spherical lollipop while gaping at him in awe. He swore he checked that he had set his alarm to seven o'clock, but apparently not, because the wretched device rang at eight-thirty; it was his cue to stop being such a cheapskate and just buy a fucking new alarm clock. Not to mention, he'd be missing his Statistics and Finances lecture, and Professor Choi was relentless when it came to uninformed absences. He doubted the aged man even knew his name, but it was a problem regardless.
