BTS Soulmate AU
In this alternate reality, meeting your soulmate activates a soul bond that is identical for both soulmates. These soul bonds can either be temporary, permanent, or only activated in the presence of your soulmate.
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I don't know what I expected dating a korean idol. Maybe it was expensive private restaurants or sneaking around fully clothed and hiding our faces from the public. I didn't expect the cute little cafe that Namjoon took me to.
The shop didn't look to remarkable from the outside. The roof was covered in aqua colored shingles which accented well with the white walls. There was a small balcony with wooden railings and a few green bushes out front. I looked at the words on the front of the building, "Piano Cafe".
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Namjoon wasn't too concerned about being seen either as the two of us moved into the building. I could tell that the both of us were still unsure of what we were doing. It would be an understatement if I said that didn't make things awkward.
The inside of the building was also cute. There was a couple at the far end of the room, quietly talking with eachother. A large, black grand piano took up most of the space in the cafe, and it almost sounded too quiet without someone playing it.
"Do you know how to play?" I asked, looked up at the boy beside me.
He smiled, looking down at him. I couldn't help but notice the slight hint of pink against his cheeks as he blushed. Perhaps he was a little embarrassed that I had asked.
"A bit," he admitted. "I used to come here with my mom back when I was a kid whenever we were in Seoul. I stopped going for a while around my debut days, but I've started coming back here recently."
We stepped up to the counter in the corner where the barista was looking at the two of us in amazement. Her eyes went between me and Namjoon, and I'm sure she was just clearly surprised to see an world famous idol standing in her shop.
"Neo... neoneun...(너-너는)" she paused, the glass cup she was holding slipping from her fingers. I could see it hitting the floor in moments, the glass shattering in a thousand pieces. Still, I reached out with my mind at the last second. The glass cup hovered for a mere moment before resting on the ground. Completely unnoticed, hopefully.
Namjoon seemed a little flustered. Surely, I was expecting that he would be used to this kind of thing.
Someone stepped out from the back room, some papers in their hands before they finally noticed the tension between us.
I stepped closer to Namjoon. "Is this normal, or is something wrong," I whispered.
The woman looked between the barista and Namjoon before turning a brilliant shade of red.
"O! Namjun! Jeongmal mian haeyo. Oneul osineun jul mollass-eoyo. (오! 남준! 정말 미안 해요. 오늘 오시는 줄 몰랐어요.)" She said it with surprise, and it only took me a moment to take the translation of her words from her mind. Oh! Namjoon! I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were coming in today.
She then looked sternly at the barista, whispering something furiously into her ear.
She then looked back at us with a grin on her face.
