BTS Soulmate Oneshots

Unmarked Epilogue

(I have added an extra part by request (MystiqueR45)at the bottom thus the reason it's published again)

"Hey Yoongi where are you?It's midnight and you're no where to be found" Jin's voice filtered through the phone as Yoongi sat idly next to his muse. The two continued to play on the piano after Yn explained that he had stumbled into her family's private land. No one would hear them playing so they could play all night, and her parents had gone abroad for work purposes so she was alone. Yoongi didn't like the fact she was left alone, despite being old enough, and decided to stay with her. Yn happily agreed though she could feel he had another agenda. 

"Hyung, I'm fine. I won't be coming back to the dorm tonight. I'll see you in the morning before schedule. " Yoongi didn't wait for an answer as he cut the call before switching his phone off. 'Was it okay to do that?' Yn wrote as she listened to the conversation that Yoongi put on speaker. "Yep. I'll probably get a lecture tomorrow but I'll be fine." He replied shrugging his shoulder.

He watched as Yn's face twisted in shock and worry knowing full well what she was going to write."Honestly it's fine. Nothing will happen to me. Plus you'll be with me so I'm not scared." Yoongi added, stopping Yn's frantic scribbles. 

She looked up at him in confusion, Yoongi understanding what she was trying to say. "Ahh. I want you to come with me tomorrow to meet the group. You don't need to if you don't want to but it would help me explain where I was with proof and you can meet the closest people in my life." Yoongi bashfully scratched his neck as he explained what he meant. 

Yn looked down at her hands playing with it nervously as she tries to come up with an answer. She does want to meet the people who are closest to him, but she's also scared that it was happening too fast. She wasn't prepared for all that had to come with being the soulmate of such a powerful and talented man. Not to mention, there were millions of people ready to kill to be by his side, so if a normal girl like her appeared next to him,there was no doubt that people will hate her. 

Seeing his struggling counterpart, Yoongi raised her head using his fingers and glided them over her cheeks as she looked up to him with her big innocent gaze. "You don't have to come up with an answer now. You have all night to do so. But please do tell me what's on your mind." His soft voice, contrary to the video's she watched of him the last hour as she fawned over him infront of the real deal, spoke to her heart directly as she melted into his command.

'I'm scared. What if they don't like me?" Her simply and straight to the point answer made Yoongi smile in gratitude as well as understanding her easily. "They'll love you, I know they will. And if they don't I'll beat them up for you." Yoongi winked at the end, adding a  joking manner to it that made her laugh- though it was muted. Yoongi smiled and couldn't help laugh along with her. Watching her so happy made him feel elated. 

"Now we'll worry about that later. Let's get you to bed shall we?" Yoongi took Yn's hand, as she stood up from the piano, covering it so any rain wouldn't destroy it. 'I'm not a child. I can do it myself' Yn flashed her notebook as Yoongi laughed at her response, swinging her arm slowly as they made there way to the house. 

Once they got into the building, Yn took Yoongi to her room, excited to show him everything that was in there. It was the first time she had anyone come over to her room as she had no friends. Her parents home schooled her and her muteness scared away any possible friend that she could make when she went out to eat, so she was always alone. Music was her saviour. It was there when she was lonely. When she was sad. And when she was happy. It never abandoned her.

'This is my room' She wrote as she opened the door letting Yoongi walk in before her. Her room was a pastel purple colour with white and gold flowers weaving through each other plastered on it. In the middle of her ceiling was a chandelier that hung quite low, yet high enough no one could hit themselves. Her curtains complemented the room with the same pastel purple colour but instead of the flowers, musical notes were printed on it. Right in the middle was a king sizes bed, covers simply white with gold tassels. The mattress and pillows were fluffed to the max, giving it a cloudy dreamlike feel that would make anyone fall asleep instantly. And the curtains that draped from the corners of the bed, gave it the last princess feel to it.