Soulmates; a new beginning (pt2)

~20

Warning; self inflicted harm

Yoongi sat up on his bed and swung his legs over the side to face me, I copied. "He can't, actually have done that right? That's impossible?" I whispered, in disbelief. Yoongi rubbed at his temples with his fingers, "i mean there's only one way to find out..." he started to get up, "wait" I stopped him, "I just want to say that even if we aren't technically soulmates anymore I still want to be close with you, as close as we are right now." I looked into his glistening eyes, a wave of sadness washing over me, "our bond will never truly break Y/N, every day we will get closer no matter what. We can beat this, and come out even stronger."

He walked over and grabbed my hand, helping me up, we walked downstairs to see all the others huddled in the kitchen, all looking worried. I reached in a drawer and grabbed a knife, "let me do it" Yoongi said, "it's okay, I can do it." I took a deep breath, looking around at everyone's eyes staring at the blade, and then put the spike to the palm of my hand. Yoongi looked from his palm to mine as I pressed the blade into my skin, drawing blood.

I looked at Yoongi's palm, his uncut, unharmed palm, I put the knife down and checked the other, just in case. I couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face, I couldn't control my own body and so I collapsed to the floor, catching myself with my injured palm. I sat there, sobbing my heart out. I could feel hands on my shoulders, which wrapped around my neck in a hug. I felt many more arms  come and hug me, stopping my tears. I just sat there basking in the love of all my friends, my family, and the man I would be with for the rest of my life, the man of my dreams, the man I loved.

"Do you think I can still see your location?" I asked, my voice muffled by whoever's shirt was in my face. Everyone separated and sat down on the kitchen floor, "what did you say Y/N?" Tae asked, knowing that nobody had heard me, "I said do you think I can still see Yoongi's location?..." I twiddled my thumbs, not hopeful. "Try" Yoongi smiled, grabbing my hand and holding it.

"Okay" I breathed, closing my eyes and focusing. Everything was silent, only my thoughts echoed in my mind. I moved past this and focused on Yoongi, our connection, or what it used to be. I felt his hand on mine and then I saw a flash of white, followed by darkness. I was about to give up when I saw a blurred image, resembling what looked like the kitchen I was sitting in. It was speckled like an old television but I could see myself, from Yoongi's eyes. It worked.

My eyes shot open and I turned to face him, "it worked!" I exclaimed, everyone cheered.