Soul Mates | Jinkook ✓

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"God why does my luck suck so bad?"

"What are you going on about?" For some reason he had agreed to getting pork belly with Jimin and Taehyung. Always a terrible idea considering they were, well, themselves.

"The guy from the convenience store? The one I told you about?"

"Oh yeah, worldwide cutie guy or whatever."

"Handsome. Worldwide handsome, Tae."

"What about him Kookie?"

"Why couldn't he have been my mate? But I didn't feel anything. There would have been a spark, right? I would have known."

"Did he actually touch you?"

"Yeah. I mean.... Wait." He hadn't, had he? He had placed the ramens into his basket. He had sat the bags on the counter and had slipped the receipt inside. Even when he had handed over the first package, he had done so carefully, so there was no chance of their fingers accidentally brushing. "Do you think that means something?"

"Yeah. That's he's not a weirdo that goes around touching random people hoping to find his mate."

"Taehyung!"

"Sorry." At least he had the decency to look sheepish and go back to his food.

"So are you gonna go back?" Jimin prompted, still trying to get Jungkook to get out his thoughts.

"Yeah. Next week. I mean, even if he's not my mate, I've still never been attracted to anyone like this before."

"Shoot your shot, Kookie. There are thousands of people out there with someone who isn't their mate. Don't let fate dictate your happiness."

"Okay, first of all, you sound like Namjoon. And second of all it really loses something when you're sitting there feeding your soul mate."

"Huh?" That little fucker wasn't even paying attention anymore.

"This is why I can't stand you guys."

...

He went back the next week. Of course he did. He was lonely, not stupid.

"You know -" There he was again, placing different flavors and brands into his basket. Four this time. "- this is kind of romantic."

"I could bring candles next time."

"There is a kettle in the back."

And that's how they ended up leaning on the front counter, talking and laughing in between taking turns shoving noodles into their mouths with cheap wooden chopsticks. It would have been perfect. If it wasn't for the fact that his 'date' was technically still at work.

It wasn't until he was walking up the steps to his apartment that he suddenly came to a few very painful realizations.

They still hadn't touched. They had gone the entire time without so much as brushing fingers. How that was even possible was completely beyond his comprehension. It almost seemed like the other was avoiding it. But then again, he noticed the same thing the few times he had watched ring others out. He always put the bags on the counter and the receipt in it.

Worse yet, and perhaps the thing that was going to get him absolutely destroyed by Taehyung and Jimin, was the fact that he still didn't know his name. Then again, it wasn't like he had offered his own either.

Sometimes he really thought the word stupid didn't even begin to describe him.

...

Going in on a Saturday when the sun was actually still shining felt strange. Foreign in a way that left with him with some weird sense of deja vu that made no sense. Of course he wasn't there, and he waited his turn in line, not wanting to interrupt just to be a creep.