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Inevitable

—— Chapter One

——— Jimin x Reader x Taehyung

Word count: 5.7K

- Year 2047 -

"Fuck you and your pointless laws," You curse up at the building, middle finger in the air as you trudge towards the bus system that would take you back to your district. Several passersby stared strangely at your form that had an ice pack in one hand and the bird on display on the other. Most eyes wandered to the offensive gesture and scowled at you, throwing insults in your direction.

You almost stopped your haste pace to confront them, but decided against it when you realized your bus was departing in a couple of minutes, and you couldn't break curfew for your district. Not again, Namjoon would kill me before the authorities could even have a single thought to arrest me.

Shifting the ice pack across your forehead, you step in the direction of your bus, sighing out in defeat. You wince at the coldness that's beginning to become a bit too intense as it slowly spreads across your forehead and down your temple. The ache is almost too much to bear, and you think that ramming your head against the nearest wall or window would be better than enduring the chill that is seeping into your frontal cortex. But the numbing effect that it was seeming to have felt much better than the pain that your heart held from every beat that thrummed against your rib cage. A mere ten months time would determine the outcome for the rest of your life, and although ten months seemed to hold a lot of time, in actuality, it wasn't much time at all.

The bus driver watches you closely as you pull yourself onto the bus, questioning you about your forehead, then choosing to make a couple snide remarks afterwards. Not wanting to cause a scene, you ignore him and make your way towards the back of the bus to an empty seat, hastily sitting down and pulling your bag onto your lap. Clutching onto the mesh fabric, you release some of your pent up frustrations by tightening your hold on the material, then releasing it slowly once your knuckles turned as white as snow.

Today was horrible. You thought to yourself, sinking into the seat as the bus slowly pulls away from the curbside, beginning its trek towards the outer districts, towards your home. Absolutely, without a doubt distressing to a perfect T.

Watching the passing scenery was sickening to you, eyeing all of the strangers that held onto their soulmates hands or arms, was a mockery. You curse the day the system went into place, stripping you and everyone else in this damned country the free will to marry whomever they chose to. Wasn't it a given human right to be able to fall in love with whoever their heart longed for? To wander their homeland freely without fear of being punished for journeying into a district that was forbidden to their social class?

Only because the government feared that they were losing every ounce of control they had over their citizens, did they decide to put into effect the Law of Attraction — so unoriginal on their end, but when you've entrusted the entire country with a council of buffoons what else can you expect.

Closing your eyes, you recalled some faint memories of when you were younger. Running through a field with your older brother, playing, being free without a care in the world. With your heart full of love, and happiness, nothing could've ever stopped you or what dreams you wanted to achieve in life.

But every hope and dream your little heart ever yearned for was stripped from your grasp once you were informed of the meaning behind your tattooed code.

Ever since you were a toddler, you questioned what the markings were on your body and why they were there. Your parents always held pained expressions when that particular question was emitted from your lips, gazing into your wide, curious stricken eyes. They never knew how to properly answer your innocent question, not wanting to be the ones who would strip you of your future.

Your mother simply dubbed it your 'secret spy code' to ease the pressure on her and your father, as well as give you a chance to continue dreaming. This sent your imagination into overdrive, constantly running around acting like you were on top secret missions, and telling anyone and everyone how you were recruited at such a young age to be a part of the top agency in the country.

Once you entered the sixth grade, you knew the code you held was not one of a secret spy, but rather something more extreme. You just could never place your finger on the true meaning, so you simply brushed any thought of the ink off of your shoulders, continuing on with your everyday life.

Unbeknownst to you, the real meaning was to emerge during your seventh grade year of schooling.

Your instructors had gathered your entire class into assembly one morning, saying how they were honored to have a few guest speakers come in from the government to discuss the importance and significance behind your futures.

To you, at the beginning, it was just another pointless assembly. Probably to remind you of the importance of studying hard in order to have a brighter future. You had thought. But the moment one of them uttered something about the code that was tattooed onto your skin, your interest became piqued.

The government officials had no restraint when it came to discussing your code, immediately delving into the reasoning behind it. Lying through their teeth to everyone in that very room, but the students had no clue it was just a cover story to hide the real intentions of the Law of Attraction, plus you all were too young, too naive and gullible to truly understand the underlying tones the speakers held. The vile, sickening tones used to convince each and every soul to bend to their will and further obey them.

"Our great nation, several years ago, noticed a rapidly increasing rate of divorce," The man, Mr. Lowe, had started, eyes scanning over the mass sea of students in the auditorium, "Many people were unhappy, and it pained us as a whole to witness our precious citizens slip into the darkness of depression."

"We couldn't just sit around, watching so many being affected by the heartache of losing the one they loved, or never being able to feel the warm love of another, and do nothing about it." The woman, Mrs. Lee continued on for him, eyes shining as bright as her pearly white teeth under the fluorescent lighting, "Thus the Law of Attraction was born."

"A system in which would assign a person a 'soul mate' in order to spare the heartache of either never being able to find a future spouse, or losing one." Mr. Lowe picked up right where Mrs. Lee had stopped, "Hence, from birth each and every child would be given a tattoo with an alphanumeric code - a unique set of numbers, with one letter, which would be identical to only one other code in the world, your soul mate's."

So all along, this code that has been burning into my flesh, begging to have the veil of the unknown torn away so it's purpose could be revealed, is actually a means of being assigned a future spouse? Your seventh grade self had thought, mind absolutely blown and spinning just from that tiny bit of information revealed to you. Your eyes wandering down to your wrist, examining the numbers closely as the thought of it matching someone else's swirled in your subconscious

Chatter erupted throughout your class, shock and bewilderment evident in each of their tones. Everyone was just as taken back as you were in that moment, instinctively gazing at their own codes and comparing it to those around them. Teachers surrounding the outer edge of the seats began hushing all of them, threatening each with after school detention if they didn't settle down.

"Now that you all are aware of what those numbers inked onto each of your forearms truly means, the fun begins." Mr. Lowe announced excitedly, a fake smile overbearing his features, trying to enthuse the young crowd about the idea that was to follow, "Mr. Si, will you please do us the honors of telling our wonderful audience what happens next, now that they know the purpose of their codes?" He stepped aside, gesturing towards the third government official, who has been deathly silent, to step forward.

"With pleasure, sir." Mr. Si said, tipping his head slightly as his poised form strode to center stage. Pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, and clearing his throat slightly, he began to speak, "Before you all start running off to try and find who shares your code, I need to discuss a few things with you first."

Every single pair of student eyes were immediately drawn to his form, silence spreading over the crowd as fast a plague. The young mans face was stern, acquiring age lines already, making his youthful glow diminish into a dull shine. His grey colored eyes were piercing, and when he looked over the crowd you sucked in a deep breath, feeling intimidated under his glare.

"As Mr. Lowe said, this is where the fun begins, but you need to understand that there are some guidelines that are crucial for everyone to know beforehand," He pauses, allowing his gaze travel over most of the students. His eyes meet with yours briefly, and the intensity his gaze held made you intake a sharp breath. Something isn't right. Your brain nagged at you, but that thought flew out of your brain as fast as it came once he began to talk again, "To start, you all are aware that coming from District D that you are only permitted in certain areas of the city, from District G to D, you are allowed to travel anywhere within those parts - with some sections of C to A available to you all, including some buildings within the Union Circle. Your soul mate will be in one of your 'all travel' zones."

So he'll potentially be in a district from D to G... You inwardly spoke to yourself.

"We, as a government, do not inform any of you who or where exactly your assigned soul mate resides, thus making this into a 'scavenger hunt' of sorts," He walks around the stage, his hand raising in the air, with his pointer finger directed towards the ceiling, "Each generation, or class, has up until the end of the year which holds their twenty-fifth birthday to locate and marry their partner."

At this statement, the room began chattering again, each student holding wide eyes as they looked between each other. You could hear some of the worried statements made by a few people, each one uttering something similar to 'what if we don't have a matching code?'. That questions triggers your own worries and you can't help but become as anxious, or even more, as your peers. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with fear, suffocating you entirely.

"Calm down everybody, I can hear some of your concerns but there is no need to worry. Everyone is indeed equipped with a matching code, and you each have plenty of time to find them," He smiled at all of us, motioning for all of us to settle down so he could continue forth with his spiel, "This system has been in place for more than fifty years, and we have never had a case where a code did not match another's. Ease your minds, and rest assured that you all have someone picked out for you. The only thing that should be on your minds at this time should be how proactive you will be in getting out there to find them. So, from that, I wish you all the absolute best of luck with this journey and I hope that you all are satisfied with who you end up with."

Mr. Si bows to all of us before turning around and nodding towards Mr. Lowe to continue, "Now go forth, and let your hunt begin."

All of the adults in the room applauded the government officials, as they each bowed to the audience. A few students clapped as well, but your hands remained in your lap, eyeing the three adults closely, your intuition sending up so many red flags about the situation at hand. Your administrator went up onto the stage to personally thank them for coming, and asking for the auditorium to join her in a round of thanks and appreciation for taking their time to speak to us today.

The auditorium was then dismissed, each student chattering amongst themselves as they filed out of their rows. The air held excitement as well as some traces of fear, and you couldn't tell where you stood personally, you were of mixed emotions.

As your row stood to leave, with your mind heavy of newly acquired information, your heart felt like it was forewarning you of what was to come, and that alone made you dizzy.

Mr. Si was wrong, the only thought that was occupying your thinking space was this gut feeling that there was some underlying catch that was not said that would be crucial and potentially horrific if the said soul mate was not located. . . and somehow you felt that your code would send you spiraling down that unknown, dangerous path.

"District D, stop seven." The bus driver announced causing you to peel your eyes open, squinting slightly so your eyes could readjust to the lighting.

Sighing, you hoisted yourself up and out of your seat, into the aisle way, your bag landing over your shoulder once more. You carried the ice pack in your hands as you exited the bus, once again not responding to any comment the ill-mannered man dared to throw in your direction. However, when you were fully off the bus, you turned around, gave the most innocent smile you could muster, and threw up the middle finger at him.

The audible gasp that left his mouth, followed by a string of profanities to insult you, sent you running off down the sidewalk, fully knowing that that man wouldn't hesitate to get off the bus and show you what happens to impolite females who dared to disrespect an elder male. But being a pudgy elder, after all, he would barely make it down the stairs before you would disappear around the street corner.

Forgetting about the throbbing in your head, you run and maneuver through people and street carts, gaining a few yells your way for almost running into them.

You quickly called your apologizes back to the several pedestrians, not stopping your pace for a beat. Looking down at your wrist watch for a split second to acknowledge the time, you notice that you have just a few minutes before curfew goes into effect and the patrol units are sent out.

Pushing yourself harder, you speed up, running as fast as your legs could carry you. Within a minute you have rounded your street corner, and after another passes you are sprinting up the front steps of your porch, and hastily shoving your front door open. You quickly close the door and lock it, turning around to be met with Namjoon standing a few feet in front of you. You jump backwards a bit, your back hitting the door, from the shock of seeing him so suddenly.

Placing your own hand over your chest, you exhale a long breath of air, "Holy shit Nam, you fucking scared the living shit out of me." You stated, voice a little on edge and pointed. He knew to never sneak up on you like that, but yet here he was, being a little shit and all.

His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes piercing right through you. He didn't bother to say a single word to you, but to show you his annoyance, you watched as his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. Namjoon was already clad in a pair of sweats and a simple t-shirt, probably getting ready to head to his room to wind down for the day, but since you were pushing it to the very limit in regards to curfew, he was awake to make sure you got home safe and sound . . . and then to also chew you out.

"You're late." He stated, hard glare meeting your own. His tone was firm and clear, indicating to you that he was beyond pissed off at the moment, "Where were you?" He continues, questioning your whereabouts even though you told him this morning you would be heading into Union Circle for an appointment.

"I was in Union Circle, just like I said I would be," You state back, shrugging off your cardigan and hanging it on the makeshift piece of wood you called a coat hanger. Slipping off your shoes and instead replacing them with your slippers, you stood straight up and began to move in the direction of your kitchen. Hunger was calling you, practically beckoning you to fill your stomach with something to ease the pain of it constricting. But Namjoon, on the other hand, was

Namjoon sighed and grabbed your arm to pull you back to stand in front of him, "I remember you informing me, but do you have any idea what time it is?" He cocks an eyebrow up at you, his harsh tone easing up a little bit, but still remaining strong to show you he meant business.

You huff, and roll your eyes, "Yes, I'm aware of the current time, now will you let me go eat? I haven't had a piece of food since breakfast so I'm starving." You gripe to him, but he doesn't allow you to leave just yet.

"How can you be so reckless, Y/N? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? I thought the patrol units got a hold of you again, and this time around, I wouldn't have had anything to bust your ass out." He scolds, shaking his head at you in disapproval at your actions.

Rolling your eyes, you shake the grip he has on your upper arm and duck around him, scurrying towards the kitchen, "Not my fault tonight. Bus line was running behind." You call to him, tone clipped as you reach your much anticipated destination - your fridge. Opening the door, your eyes immediately scan over the objects held in it, silently contemplating which option you thought would satisfy your growling stomach, "And besides," You start, grabbing a container of noodles and vegetables, "I wouldn't have needed you to 'bust me out' if the patrol units have caught me."

"You say that every time you have a close call," He points out to you, wandering into the small space, standing adjacent to your current body position.

Tucking a few strands of your long hair to the side, you stand straight up, meeting his soft gaze, "It's true," You whine, "I don't need my older brother hovering over me so much, I'm a grown woman after all, I can handle myself perfectly fine."

"Yeah, say that to me the next time a patrol unit decides it's time to take you to their station again," He scoffs at you, perching himself against the cabinet, eyes watching your every movement.

"God, would it kill you to have a little faith in me? I'm here, I'm not in the back of a patrol unit's car, and I didn't break curfew. Everything is perfectly fine, Nam, so just drop it." Your tone becomes pointed, annoyance seeping into your voice. You were tired of him treating you like a child most of the time, like you understood as to why he cared so much, but you were almost twenty-five for crying out loud. Even though your parents were no longer around, it doesn't mean that he has to pick up their role and fulfill it himself. If anything, it makes you want to resist him so much more.

"I'll put faith into you when you show me some responsibility. You know it's the Cut Off year, patrol units are heavier at this time because of that." He swings an arm at to gesture towards the front door for emphasis. He retracts the extended arm after a few moments of keeping it there, but instead moving his hand up to his face, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Eyes fluttering shut as he shakes his head, trying to figure up a calm and collected way to get his point across to you.

"You don't think that I am aware that this is the final year for me to find my assigned spouse?" I say in a softer tone, "That's why I was at the Union Circle so late tonight, I was trying to find a way, any way for an extension on the cut off. I was trying to be responsible and take it upon my own shoulders, but you are choosing to believe that I just went out on a reckless whim of sorts." You place the container down on the counter, back now facing him as you bend down to pull out a pan to heat up your food. Placing the pan on the stove, you felt a tear slowly slip down your cheek. Quickly wiping it away, you turn the burner on, and harbor your focus on the food that was needing to be reheated.

Namjoon's shoulders slumped, feeling bad about bringing the sensitive topic up. He's watched you struggle for the past couple of years, spending any amount of free time out and scouring the permitted districts and areas to try and locate your future spouse. He's heard you crying at night through the paper thin walls, then walking out like everything is fine, and it absolutely rendered him numb. Namjoon has examined you as you would peer down at your code, tracing over the ink as silent tears would roll down your puffy cheeks. He's seen and heard everything when it came to you trying your hardest to find your partner who held your matching code, even though you didn't know he paid that close attention to you during those times, he knew everything when it came to your pain stricken heart regarding the damn code.

He knows how hard it has been for you, so for him to bring up the Cut Off was just petty and down right mean. Personally, he found his partner at age nineteen and married her at twenty-one. After marriage, Mei lived with him and Y/N for a few years, but once she caught news of her parents falling ill, she moved back home to take care of them and their household. She comes and visits every once in a while, but for the majority of the time it was only him and his little sister. So, yes, he had all of the time in the world to pick up on your struggles surrounding the issue, but he's harbored his knowledge, not wanting you to get riled up.

He watched you closely, not missing the way your frame seemed to slump down, your head hanging a bit lower than it was a few minutes ago. He picked up on the faint sniffle that left you and his heart clenched at the sound, feeling guiltier and guiltier by the passing second.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I. . . I know it's a sensitive subject for you, I shouldn't have brought it up as carelessly as I chose to." He apologizes gently to you, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly as a means of comfort, but you shrug his hand off of you, not wanting his comfort at the moment. "You'll find them, everyone has a matching code so don't be discouraged." He offered as a last attempt to comfort you from his error.

I don't think I have a matching code, I think mine is in fact an error in their system. . . You wanted to say, but chose to suppress your thought track, not wanting to make this conversation even more depressing than it already was.

Turning your head slightly, you falsely smiled up at him, "You're right, you are always right." You say, turning your attention back to your meal that was sizzling in the pan, "I'll find them eventually." You say softly to him, hoping he just drops it for now and allows you to go back to focusing on getting something to eat.

Namjoon sighs out, smiling a tad as he sees a gentle, soft smile grace your face, but he feels that something is off about that look you're giving him. He doesn't want to press you for answers, so he leaves it be, trying to figure up something that would lift your spirits. He also chooses to drop the curfew fight, and just allow you to relax for the rest of the evening. It's been a long day for both of you, you more so than him, and it's draining to continue fighting over something he knew held no more importance since you were here, safe and sound.

"There's my girl, being positive," He states, hands placed on both of your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze to show his gratitude for your attitude change.

If only you knew the truth. You say to yourself, but continue to smile to show that you had heard his message, so he didn't need to pester you further.

You finish stirring your food, and turn to place it back into its previous container, flicking the stove off in the process. Namjoon had moved away from you, and instead wandered over to a cabinet to retrieve a glass so he could get a drink of water. You in turn, walk over to the drawer holding the utensils to pull out the necessary ones in order to eat your meal.

Mid-gulp, Namjoon pulls the glass away from his mouth, "Shit." He mutters, and the profanity slipping past his lips causes your ears to perk up. You look over to him, watching as he places the glass down on the counter beside him, water sloshing over the rim of the cup. His arms immediately folded over his chest as his face contorted into one of deep thought. "Fuck."

"What's your problem?" You huff out, wondering where his sudden burst of frustration came from. You watched as his muscles stiffened slightly, and you knew whatever was running through his head was causing him a deal of stress.

"Do you work tomorrow?" He hastily questions you, eyes meeting your own. The gaze he was giving you was anxious, and you really started to ponder what could possibly make your older brother go from being as calm as the sea - on a peaceful day - to as panicked as an unstable tornado. Whatever it was clearly held significant importance.

"Uh. . . no? What's going on?" You apprehensively question him, placing your utensils down on the counter, the faint 'clink' echoing throughout the small space.

"Is there anyway you could potentially visit Seokjin tomorrow at some point? I was supposed to stop in and deliver a report on behalf of my superior, but he has taken ill and has requested me to cover his shift." Namjoon says, watching you carefully.

Seokjin? I haven't seen him in ages. Not since he visited our household after our parents passing. You ponder, eyes flickering down to gaze at the wooden floorboards beneath your feet, contemplating on fulfilling your brothers request.

"Why can't you take it in to him the day after tomorrow?" You ask. It's not like you didn't want to pay a visit to Seokjin, but in all honesty, he was mostly your brothers friend, so it would be a tad odd for you to turn up at his door rather than your brother. Seokjin and you got along rather well when he was around, but you hardly knew him, at least not in the way your brother did.

"Because the file that I'm needing to submit is due tomorrow, Seokjin needs it in order to process the newly wedded codes before it is presented to the council." He groans out, wondering how stupid he can be to forget about delivering such an important document, "Please, Y/N, I beg of you."

Wait. He works in Union Circle? This information piqued your interest. Your stature straightened up at hearing what your brother just uttered, your subconscious already going a hundred miles an hour at what you could potentially benefit out of this.

Slowly, you begin to nod your head in agreement, "Sure, I can do that for you." You utter, and Namjoon exhales in relief muttering a 'thank goodness' along the way.

His body relaxes and slumps back against the counter at your response, and he can literally feel his blood pressure begin its decline into its normal range, "Thank you so, so much." He says to you, relief filling his gaze. You could visually see him calm down, which was a good thing, a very good thing at that.

You smile at him, genuinely this time, and tilt your head to acknowledge his means of thanks, "No problem, now, before I forget to ask this, what department does he work in so I know where to go straight away?" You question, but you kind of already had a feeling of where Seokjin worked within the Union Building. Based off of Namjoon's description of the file, he should be working somewhere alongside the computer systems that stored and managed the different codes that the city possessed, but you wanted Namjoon to further confirm your suspicions.

"He's in the Coding Department, twelfth floor on the east wing." He states, and he notices the shift in your body language, picking up the mischievous glint that was starting to glaze over your eyes. Narrowing his own eyes at you, he speaks up, "Now, Y/N, I understand that you're possessing some hurt from the whole code situation but don't think for a moment that Seokjin will even tell you who your soul mate is in, let alone something as simple as their district."

"I wasn't thinking that at all. . . I know that as an official government worker, you are sworn an oath to protect those code databases no matter what." You say, suppressing your mischievous thoughts in order to convince your older brother that you would never betray your country like that.

He pauses for a few moments, eyeing you over, still a little apprehensive to the answer you had just given him. He knew you better than that, and he knows for a fact that your brain is still processing the information he just presented to you, but in order to successfully deliver this document in time, he would have to move past this and trust that you won't fuck it up.

"Good," He finally says, moving away from the counter and towards the living room entrance, "I'll give you the document in the morning, but for now it's time for both of us to go to bed and rest from the tiring day." Namjoon motions for you to follow suit, so you quickly grab your container full of noodles, as well as your utensils, and scurry over to his side. He slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he begins the short walk down the hall to your guys' rooms.

Upon reaching his door, he pulls his arm from over your shoulders and instead uses one of his fingers to gently boop your nose, "Love you, baby sis." He admits, smiling down at you.

You crinkle your nose from his previous actions, and the nickname he gave you several years ago, "Love you too." You grumble as you stab at a vegetable that was sitting on top of the noodle mound, placing it into your mouth immediately following suit.

"I'll see you in the morning, don't stay up too late, alright?" He orders you, opening up his door that led to his dark room.

You roll your eyes at him, "Nam, I'm not a child. . . " You remind him, but he snorts causing your eyes to widen and your body to naturally stand up taller as a way to prove it to him, "What?! I'm not!" You whine.

"Never said you were, just looking out for your health. Goodnight, young one." He says as he steps in side and slowly begins to close his door to separate the two of you.

"Uh-Huh that snort said otherwise." You grumble as you open your own door and step inside, kicking it closed with your foot.

"Hey!" You hear him call from the other side of your door, "Where's my goodnight?" He presses, and you practically hear the pout in his voice.

"You'll get a 'goodnight' when you come to terms that I am no longer a child." You call out to him, stuffing your face with more food as you sat down onto your bed.

"But you'll always be my baby sister, therefore always a kid in my eyes." He whines, and you can't help but chuckle at his attitude towards this. Shaking your head, you yell back a 'goodnight' to him after you swallow your mouthful of food.

Once you uttered that statement, he called one final 'goodnight' and the door to his room clicked shut, indicating he was finally enclosed in his own personal space, leaving you alone with your subconscious and the several thoughts racing by.

Sinking back against your pillows, you allowed your mischievous thoughts to resurface. Obtaining the knowledge of Seokjin working in Union Circle was fate, destiny, you knew it had to be, and you planned to use it to your benefit, regardless of what Namjoon had said to you. This was your only chance before you completely gave up all traces of hope you still tightly held onto. Maybe he wouldn't tell you exactly what you needed to hear, but from what you remember of Seokjin, he would surely at the least give you some clues to point you in the right direction.

Dearest Seokjin, you have no idea of what value you just became to me.

A/N: hOlY sHiT tHiS iS mUcH, mUcH mOrE loNgEr ThAn I eXpEcTed.

But anyways, chapter one is finally here! Woo woo, hope you enjoyed!

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