They walk in as Mika leaves,
They are looking smooth-skinned and acne-less.
Dang they need to drop a skincare range.
"Miss L/N are you alright?" Jin asks,
"Yeah I'm good" I lie, My fricking burnt hand is killing me.
"Ummm Miss Y/N we have some news," Namjoon says solemnly,
What now?
"You know when you and Jungkook shook hands..."
Shook hands? More like I tried not to die by hanging onto him lol.
"...Well... his hand now has 3rd degree burns"he finished,
"Wh-Why? I mean I- Wait... sh*t." I say, realisation hitting me square in the face.
"Yes Miss L/N, You and Jungkook have bonded, meaning you're soulmates"
"What. The, hell." I screech,
"I knew she wouldn't be happy" Jungkook says sulkily from the back of the group.
Jin puts an arm around him.
"I-uh- I don't not like it, I'm just a little overwhelmed"
I lock eyes with him, that sensation is back,
Like everything makes sense, like I was supposed to look at him.
"So you'll give it a shot?" Namjoon asks, trying to persuade me.
"Of. Fricking. Course." I say, shocked that that's even a question.
"It's not everyday you find your soulmate"
"You do realise he'll be busy a lot of the time, interviews, talk shows, not to mention concerts"
"I do realise that yes, but I will be just fine" I say, more confidently than I feel.
At just that moment Yoongi interrupts, "I'm sure you will, since you'll be joining him onstage"
Oh my greasy, gorgeous, glamorous god.
Jeon jungkook. (A/N lmao)
"We weren't going to tell you until you seemed settled with the soulmate thing," Namjoon says, putting emphasis on the we weren't going to tell you and shooting a glance at Yoongi who looks unfazed.
"Well I guess we'd better let you rest" Hoseok says, turning to leave,
The rest of the members follow suit.
Except Jungkook.
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Yello ppl, thanks for 12 reads, OML yass. (A/N Edit I now have 40k tysm)
Also cringe.
Lmfao I'll let u go now
Cya folks-JB
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