Fated To Hear You [Soulmate September]
Pairing: Bang Yongguk x female reader
Genre: soulmate au / romance / fluff
Warnings: suggestive moments, non-detailed phone sex, mentioning of sex but again not detailed, and light cursing. Mature relationship, Y/N is at least 30.
Word count: 3665
You barely got to answer the call before a deep and desperate voice sounded down the receiver. “Hey, so it’s Mum’s birthday tomorrow, and I thought I’d be away for it and have time to pick her up a present to bring home with me after my business trip. Now that a travel ban is in place again, it looks like I will be attending the party, and I need to think of something fast.”
You blinked, wondering who the hell was asking you about a birthday party you knew nothing about. Pulling your phone away from your ear, you realised the number wasn’t recognised in your contacts list.
The caller paused. “Yongnam?”
“I’m sorry, but you’ve called the wrong number,” you admitted and was met with the loveliest of husky laughs. He sounded embarrassed, but his deep baritone of a chuckle stunned you into not hastily ending the call.
And you hated being on the phone the best of times.
“Oh, shoot. I’m sorry about that. I don’t know how that happened when I pressed on my brother’s number instead of dialling it.”
“Weird. But uh, I might be able to help you.”
“Really? How so?”
“I run a gift shop where I live and help people in the same predicament as you are all the time,” you confessed, unsure why you were extending the phone call or why your heart was beating as fast as it was.
It had to be about his voice. It was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard in your life.
“Where do you live? Are you open still?”
You inhaled dejectedly. “No, it’s Sunday. My shop isn’t open on the weekends, but I could open it if you were nearby.”
“Where are you located? I’m happy to travel if you’re happy to help out. It’s my Mum’s forty-fifth, and for some reason this year she’s making a big deal about it. Even having a party. On a Monday evening of all days.”
You laughed and let the caller know of the town you were located in. He didn’t answer right away. “You’re not from here, are you?”
“I mean, country wise, yes. But I’m at the opposite end.”
“Darn. Still, I could do some brainstorming with you,” you offered quickly.
“Why are you helping me?”
You hesitated. You couldn’t exactly tell him his voice was something you wanted to keep listening to. “You sounded desperate when you first spoke to me. It makes sense, given my passion for making people smile after receiving the perfect gift that I could lend you some time to figure it out.”
“Well, I’m grateful for your help, Miss…?”
“Y/N,” you answered, your breath hitched in your throat when you listened to the way he inhaled.
“Y/N. Thank you.”
“And you are?” you wondered, his chuckle now shy.
“Forever in your debt if you can help me with this,” he replied before inhaling again. “Yongguk.”
“Yongguk,” you echoed, realising you had said it out loud and cringed, thankful he wasn’t before you.
Though you were admittedly wishing you could see this man with the handsome voice. You were certain his looks would match too.
Clearing your throat noisily, you snapped out of delirium. “So, tell me about your mother. What does she like to do?”
Over the next twenty minutes, Yongguk explained about his mother, and you easily managed to think of five different gifts he could purchase for her, all in different price ranges to suit what he wanted to spend.
Yongguk exhaled deeply. “Honestly, I’m so relieved I misdialled my brother’s number somehow.”
“Really?”
“Of course. He probably would be as clueless of what to get as I am,” he admitted with a laugh, and you closed your eyes, allowing the sound to soak into your mind, your soul.
You were a lost cause over this man for some reason.
“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re a lifesaver, Y/N.”
“It’s my pleasure. Anything to help your mother smile tomorrow night.”
“I’ll head out and buy one of these ideas now. Thank you again for your time. And I’m sorry for intruding on your Sunday afternoon.”
“It was no intrusion at all. It’s been fun.”
“It has, hasn’t it.”
Both of you fell silent then, and you wondered if Yongguk was waiting for you to end the call first.
Except you kind of didn’t want it to end.
“Y/N?”
“I’m still here.”
“Thank you.”
You giggled. “You said that already.”
“I did. I don’t know what else to say.”
“Well, the shops will close soon,” you pointed out, groaning inwardly at sounding so stupid. Saying that might come across as you wanted to end the call.
Which you so didn’t.
“Of course. And I have to get this for her today.”
“Yep.”
“Okay.”
“Right, well—”
“Can I let you know what she thinks of the gift?” he blurted out, and you sank into your couch, delighted by the concept of a second phone call.
“Absolutely.”
“Great, then I’ll call you tomorrow. Or maybe Tuesday? Since the party will be in the evening and I don’t want to contact you too late.”
“Whenever you want to. Just ring me.”
Yongguk chuckled at your eagerness, and you tapped your palm to your forehead several times for being so obvious.
“It’s been really nice chatting to you too.”
“You need to end the call, Yongguk,” you mentioned and listened to him drag out another exhale.
“Me? But you’re capable of doing it too.”
“I know,” you started, trying to think of something to say. “But you called me first.”
“And that means I have to end it?”
“I’m not good at talking on the phone,” you confessed, and Yongguk paused.
“Has this been uncomfortable—”
“No. No! Nothing like that,” you cut in hastily, kicking your legs out in protest of your stupid mouth. “Absolutely not. I’ve… I’ve really enjoyed it.”
“That’s why you don’t want to hang up?” he surmised, and you sighed.
“Pretty much.”
“Can I be honest?” You motioned for him to continue with a positive hum. “I’m not good at this either. I’m actually pretty shy towards strangers.”
“You had me fooled, Yongguk.”
“Well, you had me captivated, Y/N,” he answered immediately, and then cleared his throat noisily. “Oh, uh, um… shoot.”
“I’ll hang up, just to help you out. How does that sound?” you suggested with a giggle, and you were certain Yongguk swore softly.
“Would you? I feel like I’ve put my foot in it now.”
“You haven’t. No more than I have. And if you want to still tell me about your mother, I’d be really happy to hear from you again.”
“Good. Because I want to hear you again too.”
“Should I say goodbye or just hang up?” you wondered awkwardly.
“Goodbye Y/N. And uh, thanks again.”
“You’re welcome. Bye.”
Hanging up the call, you stared at the phone you held in your hand in a daze. You had totally flirted with him – albeit very awkwardly – and Yongguk… well, he had flirted back.
Throwing yourself down onto your couch, you spasmed with an outburst of happiness before reaching for your phone and saving Yongguk’s number.
God. He had a beautiful voice.
As promised, Yongguk called you first thing Tuesday morning to let you know that not only had his mother loved the gift he’d gotten her, his was her favourite. You had been delighted, of course, beaming proudly across your gift store at the praise for your efforts.
And probably because his voice in the morning was even huskier than it had been the first time. Could you fall for just a voice? You were certainly stumbling down the path to find out.
As you walked around preparing for the day before you opened your store, you chatted with each other mindlessly. He asked what the weather was like where you were, and you asked if he was making coffee when you heard a machine in the background. You weren’t sure if you had the right to ask for more personal information. Especially since this would probably be your last call together.
The less you knew, the easier it would be to let go of Yongguk.
You hoped, anyway.
“So, you have ten minutes until the shop opens?” he asked after taking a sip of the beverage he had made himself.
“Uh-huh.”
“I have just ten more minutes?”
“Well, I doubt there will be customers walking in here right on nine,” you replied, and Yongguk chuckled. “What do you want to talk about for the next ten minutes?”
“Everything. Anything. You.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I just really like talking to you,” he admitted, and you felt giddy.
“If it’s not at all obvious, the feeling’s mutual.”
“Is it? I had no idea.”
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, so long as I can call you later on and get to ask you all I want to know.”
“You’ll call me?”
“Can I?” you wondered, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip nervously.
“Please do. Call me every day.”
“Every day?” you echoed with a giggle. “Why, someone might consider you infatuated with a stranger, Yongguk.”
“Your voice is… I can’t get enough of it,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply. “Was that wrong to say?”
“Goodness, no. I uh, have quite the thing for your voice too.”
“The thing?” he teased, and you groaned loudly.
“I’ve never heard such a deep and husky voice before.”
“Well, I’ve never been entranced by a tone quite like yours either.”
“I’m ready for those questions,” you pointed out shakily, hoping that if you could talk about yourself, you would stop swooning.
Except you didn’t.
Not after you ended that phone call. Nor after ringing him back as soon as you were home that night. And it continued, both the head over heels feeling and the phone calls, every day for a month.
You were certain, without even meeting Yongguk, that you knew everything about him from how much you chatted. Hours would go by in the blink of an eye each night, and there were times where you had fallen asleep and then woken up together, still connected on the phone that neither of you had the desire to hang up in between. Your entire life was encased with this man.
A man you hadn’t seen a single thing about yet.
It was intentional, that part. For some reason early into your phone calls, you both agreed that you didn’t want to complicate things by sharing social media accounts. Yongguk worked as a music producer in one of the big cities up north, and you knew just how busy his schedule was for the next few months.
It was easier to just chat, even if you ached to know what he looked like.
“Describe yourself to me,” he asked late into one night, your eyes lazily travelling to the red digits on the clock on your bedside table. It was almost two in the morning, and you didn’t care if you needed to meet up with your mother for brunch tomorrow. You’d sleep later.
You’d give up sleep entirely just to keep talking.
“What do you mean?”
“Start from the top of your head. What does your hair look like?” he wondered in a voice barely louder than a whisper. You felt the question to be strangely intimate, and you grew wired, languidly telling him what you looked like, your hand trailing along your body as you talked.
His breathing was uneven as you did so, which only caused you to fall deeper into desire. After you were done, Yongguk repeated the process, his words hitting you like foreplay. You closed your eyes as you imagined his dark locks, the loose curls long enough to brush into his dark brown eyes, wide nose, thick lips. You saw his long neck, the way he pointed out little beauty spots and tattoos he had over his body as he inched further down, filling you with such a heated atmosphere you were certain you might explode.
“You should go to sleep,” he whispered when he finished. “It’s late, Y/N.”
“I should.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, swallowing roughly. “Though, I don’t know how I’m going to sleep with this image of you in my head just yet.”
It was dangerous. His tone, his breathlessness, the image he had built in your head. All of it had you trying to swim up current. He was washing over you, lust pooling within. You bit your lip, trying to stop a shaky exhale.
“How am I meant to sleep when all I can think of is you?”
“Do you need me to help you?” he groaned out, and that did it. You threw away all inhibitions. His heated instructions, your travelling hand, his moans, you unravelled with all of these sensations.
Over his voice.
“I can’t believe we did that,” you commented once your heart rate dropped enough to stop strumming loudly in your head. The stars you had seen cleared, and you stared up at your ceiling in wonder. “I’ve… never done something like that.”
“Neither. Do you regret it?”
“No.”
“Good. I don’t want it to be the last time.”
Rolling onto your side, you drew little circles into the bedding beside you as you pulled your phone up off the pillow to your ear. “What happened to the guy I met by chance over the phone who was shy towards strangers?”
“For one, you’re definitely not a stranger to me anymore, Y/N,” he confirmed with a needy tone, and you smiled warmly. “That guy met someone over the phone who changed how shy he was towards just a voice. And there’s no way this was something left down to chance. Not in my opinion, anyway.”
“So, we’re like fated souls?” you questioned, half-humouring the concept.
“I like that idea, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, realising you wanted to be fated to Yongguk.
You wanted to be his.
“I want to meet you,” he admitted after a few minutes of thoughtful silence, and you sat up with a start, blinking several times over. “I need to meet you.”
“But we live so far apart.”
“And?”
“As much as I want to meet you too, I thought you—”
“Let me meet you,” he pleaded, your heart rate going up several notches again.
“You name the date and time, and I’ll be there, Yongguk.”
It took five weeks to plan the right time to meet. If you both had it your way, it would have been the very next morning. But your mother had dropped the news on your shoulders that your Aunt was coming up for a couple of weeks and needed to crash at your place. And then Yongguk had to fly out for work for another week.
Finally, the day arrived where Yongguk would meet you.
You had offered to go to the city, but Yongguk decided coming down to your township felt better, and so you were waiting inside a coffee shop, fiddling with your hair as you watched the front door avidly. You had told your best friend about Yongguk after agreeing to meet in person, not that you had any concerns over him being someone dangerous. He had insisted on you letting someone know too, which only made you feel more at ease about meeting him for the first time.
Well, as much as you could be at ease. You were certain that your heart was going to go into cardiac arrest with how hard it thumped with anticipation.
You were going to meet the man you had started falling for over the phone. It was a laughable concept if you took your feelings out of the equation. All you had with Yongguk was daily conversations. He could be completely different in person. You could be unattracted to him, even with the in-depth description of the first night he had drawn your mind and soul out of your body into Nirvana. Heck, he could be unattracted to you personally too.
Yet, you knew deep in your heart that it wouldn’t be the case. You would find him more irresistible. It wasn’t just talking. It was a connection like no other you both harboured. You had never felt this way about anyone before. Not over the last thirty years of existence. No man made you feel this cherished, this desirable. No one knew every little thought you possessed like Yongguk did.
No one had entrusted you with themselves like this either.
So, when the door opened and a tall man entered, you knew it was him. Your lips instantly spread into a warm smile as he shook his curls out of his warm brown eyes, scanning the room for you.
And God, he had forgotten to tell you he had dimples. His smile was so deep that you didn’t even realise it had caused you to stand up with a start, watching as he strode purposely towards you, taking you into his arms without any hesitance.
You held on, burying into him, inhaling his spicy cologne and feeling his muscled back under your hands that had slipped up to rest there. There wasn’t anyone else in this room but the two of you, holding one another for an immeasurable time, falling deeper for one another without even a single word.
You’d spoken so much now that words weren’t needed. You knew all that he was expressing to you through this embrace, and you were sure you didn’t ever want to step out of it.
But eventually, Yongguk pulled back just enough to shoot you another gummy smile, shifting hair away from your face tenderly. “Hi.”
“Hey,” you shot back just as giddily, watching his dimples deepen.
“Shit. You exceeded all my thoughts about you,” he murmured, and you allowed your hands to fall to his arms still around you.
“Right back at you.”
“And your voice in person is even more amazing. I need to sit down before I get too dizzy,” he admitted, and you grinned, unashamed by anything he was saying. He sat, and you took the seat you had been in before, but your hands remained linked, eyes firmly attached to one another.
“This is… so surreal,” you told him, and Yongguk nodded. “I feel like I’ve known you forever.”
“Me too.”
“This is our first real meeting, but it’s not either,” you continued, sighing when his thumb ran over the top of the hand he held.
“It’s confirmed a lot for me,” he stated. “The feelings I have from our conversations just got amplified.”
“Same.”
“Should we order something?”
“Can I order you?” you breathed out, and Yongguk’s deep laughter ruptured out of him. You watched him dreamily as you grinned. “What? I’m wondering if you’re on the menu.”
“Only if you are too.”
“Maybe later?”
His eyes grew heated. “Definitely later.”
And what you both wanted physically did come later, more than once, and it felt even more perfect than it had over the phone. The whole day had, and as his weeklong stay drew to a close, you found yourself nestled over his heart, trailing your fingers over his tattooed chest.
“Have I told you that I’ve never been with someone who has tattoos?” you murmured into his bare skin, shuddering in delight with how Yongguk’s hand travelled up and down your spine mindlessly.
“Am I too much of a bad boy for you, Y/N?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You don’t fit the bad boy persona. Definitely not when you smile, that’s for sure. I didn’t realise how much I would like to trail my fingers over them all.”
“I didn’t know how much I would like it either,” he confirmed, pressing a kiss into the crown of your head. “Or you. How much I like you is… indescribable.”
“More people should meet over the phone. Maybe we should start a company for singles where they have to talk over the phone instead of meet face to face first.”
“Whilst it’s worked for us, I’m sure there’s a lot of flaws and safety issues in such a situation.”
“That’s true,” you agreed softly, glancing up at him. You couldn’t resist kissing along his neck and jawline before talking again. “We’re working, though.”
“We’re going to keep working even when I go back tomorrow.”
“I don’t know how we’ll work apart now,” you cautiously told him. “I’m far too greedy for all of this.”
“I’ll be back in the weekend. Every weekend, I’ll come to you,” Yongguk promised, and your lips spread out happily.
“I’ll come to you too. Until we both can decide on where we want to live in the future together.”
“I don’t care where it is. Anywhere will be perfect as long as you’re there.”
You hummed in delight, kissing Yongguk several times before resting back against his chest. “Hey, I know it doesn’t really matter, but do you remember when you first rang me? You said that you pressed call on your brother’s name. How would that connect to my number if you had his saved there? You didn’t recently save it, did you?”
“No. My twin’s number has always been the same. I checked several times over, and I even rang Yongnam afterwards the same way and it connected to him. How it happened is still a mystery after all this time.”
“That’s crazy. I wonder how it happened?”
“Fate is the only answer,” Yongguk told you, and you looked up at him, his lips curling up into a devastating smile as he brushed his hand over your face tenderly. “We were meant for one another from the first time I heard you speak.”
You decided then that you were fated. There was no other answer. And you were already well on your way towards loving this man.
His sexy voice and all the rest of him too.
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