true love, almost always

five

There are a few times when Jungkook forgets that y/n is his soulmate. He doesn't know what he'd expect when he doesn't talk to her in a week. It starts off small. He catches himself dozing off, looking into the distance and zoning out. His friends would ask him if he was okay and he'd reply with 'I'm fine', even though he knew he wasn't, and that he knew they wouldn't believe him anyway, because who the hell would be fine yet walk into the classroom with puffy and bloodshot eyes.

And then when class goes on like normal, he's moving his leg up and down, fingers drumming along the desk, because he swears class had never been this long before. He realizes later that class had always gone on so fast because y/n was always there for him to talk to. He looks back at it as if it had happened years ago, as if he hadn't talked to her in decades.

The truth is that they haven't talked in no less than three days, yet he's been missing her as if he'd gone days without a limb. A piece of him feels missing, torn apart from him and left out to dry. It's a weird feeling, a suffocating feeling that has him yearning for her, that has him filling his mind with nothing but her. He supposes that was the thing with soulmates, when they were together, it had felt like he was he was over the moon, as if nothing could ever go wrong in his life, but when they were apart, it felt like he was missing a part of himself.

She would nag at him whenever he was bombarding her with doodles on his arm, waiting for her attention so she could drag him from his boredom of class. She'd say 'you have class' and he'd say 'I also have a soulmate, and I'd rather pay attention to her'. His friends would tease for it, for flirting and dancing around with her as if it was a game of push and pull, as if she wasn't his soulmate.

That's the thing that terrifies him, because as far as he had ever known, having a soulmate was the best feeling in the world. It's all rainbows and roses, because it had meant that there will always be that one person that just gets you, that just loves you unconditionally for all your flaws and perfections, all your quirks and mishaps. That one person that will always be there for every step of the way. He yearns that, the comfort of knowing there was someone the universe had picked just for him, the missing piece to his puzzle.

And then he meets her, and he realizes just how perfect she is for him.

And then the whole fiasco happens and he realizes just how much it would hurt if he didn't get his happy ending, because he knows it wasn't uncommon for soulmates not to work out, usually from the intensity of their emotions for each other.

Having a soulmate had also meant other things. It meant that when you were together, you'd feel the happiest you'd ever be, but if you weren't, you'd dread every second of your life. You'd feel pain, you'd feel nauseous, you'd feel your body start to crumble. Having a soulmate was almost like a drug, something so addicting that your body starts to dysfunction when you go a day without.

Jungkook still feels it sometimes, when he's managed to get her out of his mind. There was this sudden jolt of pain that shoot up his chest, causing him to lose focus. And then all he can think about is her, her, her. He wonders if she feels it too, if she misses him too, if she thinks of him too. He realizes how stupid he is, because his phone is right there in front him, and he could end all of this with just one button.

Truth is he'd stopped mulling over the whole kiss thing a while ago, and that he should've called her a long time ago, but he was scared, scared of his own emotions, scared of how much he loved her, scared that this whole thing is going to destroy to him.

He wants to talk about this with someone, to anyone, but then it dawns on him that the only person he really wants to talk to about this was his soulmate, and that she was the only person he should be talking to about this. So, he picks up his phone and presses on the name he'd been missing for what felt like decades now.

She answers after no less than a few seconds. She speaks after a second's hesitation, and her voice is filled with the sort of hope, as if she has done something wrong. Jungkook cuts her off when she starts on her little ramble (a habit he'd learn she had over the years) and apologizes, two words that hits her as hard as a brick. 'I'm sorry' he'd say again, and again and again. He says it until he can hear her start crying on the other end of the call. He knows she's crying in a way that she's trying to hide it from him, but he'd still hear her weak sniffles and whimpers.

It breaks his heart because he knows he never should've hung up on her that day, that he should've said that it was never her fault that 'it' happened, that he never thought of 'it' as her fault, that he was sorry 'it' had to happened in the first place

There's a lot of things he realizes that he should have told her, so he doesn't give her the time to say anything before he gets everything off his chest. He tells her everything. He tells her that he had never been upset with her, that he was upset with what happened to her. He tells her that he's scared, no— terrified of how strong his feeling are for her, that the pain he felt that day was never what he'd ever experienced before. He tells her how much he had missed her during his period of stupidity when he decided not to talk to her, that he'd thought of her every second of the day.

And she just swallows in everything he tells her, listening to every word he says without a single interruption. And then they talk, talk, and talk until they shed more tears, because they'd never realized it, but they had always needed this. It's a bit like clearing the air, speaking up about every and any hesitations they'd have.

They talk until their voices go dry and their eyes droop heavily. It isn't until then that Jungkook realizes he hadn't had a good night's rest in days. Sleeping had always come easy to him, but during the past few days, he would lay down in his bed and just had this queasy and tense feeling.

When they're nearing the end of the conversation, he knows there's this one thing he hadn't said yet, and he knows she'd been waiting for it too, those three simple words that had meant everything to them. He wants to say it, but there's this one nerve in his stomach that causes his throat to close up when he tries to.

She finally ends the call after hours and hours of talking about their feeling and what they'd miss. Jungkook would again take out his pen, and write the words he'd meant to say in the palm of his hand. I love you.