A BTS soulmate AU
On everyone's eighteenth birthday they receive two significant names permanently tattooed onto each wrist. On one wrist is the name of their soulmate; the person they will find true love and happiness with forever, but on the other...
Roses are red Violets are blue I saw you with him I'm...happy for you
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Hobi poured over his chemistry notes before slamming his forehead down on the table and growling in frustration. Namjoon chuckled and grabbed his notebook. "Here," Namjoon murmured. "You almost have it balanced correctly, just move the two..." He erased Hobi's marking and penciled the number into the correct place. "There you go! Now, just do the same thing for the next thirteen equations and-"
"Namjoon!" Hobi whined. "I can't do it! I'm going to fail. My brain hurts. Like, it physically hurts."
Namjoon sighed. "I told you to start studying for finals sooner. Now come on! Sit up, shut up, and solve the damn equations like the smart man I know you are."
Hobi made a face of disgust and stuck his tongue out, but picked up the pencil to complete the problem regardless. A door slammed from upstairs in Namjoon's off-campus apartment and Yugyeom traipsed down the stairs shortly after. Hobi nodded in friendly acknowledgment before turning back to his worksheet. Finals week was horrible.
"You heading off to work?" Namjoon asked his roommate, not bothering to look up from the homework he was completing.
Yugyeom nodded. "Yeah. There's a holiday showcase at the elementary school next week and those kids aren't going to practice the choreography right without my careful instruction!"
"It's unfortunate to have coincided with finals week," Namjoon muttered, his pencil scratching relentlessly over the paper.
"Eh." Yugyeom shrugged. "A few of my teachers have counted it as an internship and have agreed to let me turn in a film of the kids' performance as my final exam." He grinned. "Liberal art degrees are the greatest."
"Damn." Hobi turned towards Namjoon. "How come your business classes don't count your internship with Seokjin towards your finals?"
Namjoon's face flushed red as Yugyeom piped up in confusion, "Namjoon's not taking business classes."
Hobi turned towards Namjoon with a frown. "Yes, he is. You're minoring in business...right?" Namjoon looked guilty.
"No." Yugyeom shook his head with a laugh. "You must be confused. I'm minoring in business in hopes of opening up a dance studio someday. I think I would know if Namjoon was in business; we'd probably share several classes!"
Hobi's eyes narrowed. "Right," he murmured. "I must be confused."
"Anyway, I should get to work." Yugyeom turned to go before seeming to remember something. "Ah, Hobi! I almost forgot to ask." He walked back over and hopped up onto the table in front of him. "Have you given any thought to my offer?"
