Mikrokosmos (BTS Reverse Harem x OC Romance)

I Just Wanted to Find the Washing Machine (Can Sleeping Be My Job?)

This chapter is dedicated to @EmmaAtkins840
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"You lack the capability to love others if you cannot simply look in the mirror and love who's staring back at you."
~Akari~
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(10:00 A.M.)
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"Should we wake them up?" Jimin asks Jin, gesturing at the sleeping pair of Yoongi and Akari on the couch. "They've been asleep for an hour, and they need to eat."

Jin glances at the pair and shakes his head. He grabs another blanket and pulls it over them before responding.

"Let them be. They need it. Akari only got a couple of hours of sleep, and you know Yoongi. He's been pulling all-nighters lately."

Jimin nods his head in agreement. Ever since their Marks had appeared, Yoongi had gotten even worse with his sleeping habits. They all were worried about him.

That's not to say any of them were any better. They couldn't hide from each other; they were family. They all knew they were slowly breaking down the longer the search for their soulmate went on.

Their slow deterioration was hidden to everyone but themselves. The moment Akari walked into that room, only days ago, however, it immediately stopped.

It had taken all of his self-restraint not to run across the room to her when she had first walked in. She seemed so nervous and worried. He wanted to comfort her and soothe any and all of her worries.

He was confused at his instinctual response at first. Why did he want to comfort someone who was a stranger to him? Then, as she started to tell her story, it all made sense.

This was her. She was his soulmate. It was so hard to believe at first.

Most people get their Marks at 16 or 18. As each year passes by, the higher the likelihood of never developing your Mark gets.

Everyone can develop a Mark. There's nobody that doesn't have the capability. Now, there's a difference between that and actually developing it. If your soulmate never takes the Soulmate Pills, your Mark never appears.

As Jimin grew older and older, he became more convinced that he didn't deserve a soulmate. His soul was too broken; the shards of it cutting those who tried to get close.

After they made it back to their hotel—the day his Mark appeared—he had spent hours tracing over it. This glimmering starburst of light was proof that someone out there was made for him.

There was still a small part of him that couldn't believe that she was here with him—with them.

"Yeah. You're right," Jimin mutters. He leans down to tuck a piece of hair behind Akari's ear. "Sleep well, sweetheart," he whispers before he turns to go to his room. He wanted to take a quick shower to rinse off all of the sweat from practicing this morning.

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~o0o~
(Meanwhile, in Ohio....)

Sally pushes open the door leading into the small café, hurriedly shutting it behind her. The wind was something fierce today; it showed no mercy. Sally sighs as she takes in the quaint interior of the café.