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GREY AREA. (M) | 02

summary: and just like that, your fate was sealed - because min yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. but hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

and sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

❝ you said my heart holds all the wreckage and still manages to grow a forest out of it. ❞ — the forest / kriti g

[ chapter index ]

pairing: min yoongi x reader

warnings: mature, heavy angst

genre: soulmate!au, slowburn

words: 6,805

Two days later you are sitting at a table located outside a small cafe that you and Yoona often find yourselves at. Whether it be because it's nearest to the college you both attend, or how cheap their beverages are, you both are always returning to the quaint little building.

You sit with one leg crossed over the other, hair up in a messy pony tail, back pack hanging lazily off of the chair your back is pressed against. Arms strewn across the surface of the table carelessly, and mind not letting you focus on the words spewing from Yoona's perfectly glossed lips.

For the past few days one thing had been on your mind, had circulated around and refused to let you sleep at night. It took up every inch of room in your brain, tattooing itself onto each fold, sinking itself into each crevice. This one thing being none other than Min Yoongi.

You didn't quite know how to respond to the entire ordeal that occurred a mere two days ago. It was almost as though it hadn't fully registered to you yet, like the events of that night refused to let you react. The only emotions you had been feeling as of late was one: irritation.

Irritation because Min Yoongi had one moment been pressing against you like he was craving you, and the next running from you like you were a disease that was threatening to destroy him. And all of that because he had found out his name was one written across your wrist.

Now, you didn't expect such a negative reaction to one finding a soulmate.

The second emotion you had been feeling was two: curiosity.

Curiosity because of two reasons:

The first was because you yearned to learn everything and anything that there was to know about Min Yoongi. Where he acquired his vast and extensive vocabulary, how he learned to make his words sound like well revised poems whenever they fell from his red bitten lips. When and what made him want to dye his hair such an outstanding color, and whether he knew just how beautiful he was.

The second being because you needed answers, you wanted desperately to know why he ran, leaving you in an empty hallway. Was it because the shock was too much to handle in the moment? How was he able to resist the pull between you both? And most importantly: how could he leave you knowing who you were? That your name was on his wrist?

A part of you was worried you'd never see him again, but the more intelligent side of you pieced things together easily.

He was at a college fraternities party, meaning he either was a part of said fraternity, (which you highly doubted, because he had been the one to leave said house; and because everything about Min Yoongi screamed everything that the stereotypical college frat boy persona wasn't) or, he attended the same college as you. You decided to go with the latter for obvious reasons.

“Y/N?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N are you even listening to me?” A feminine voice says, pulling you from your thoughts. You blink once, twice, thrice, before you are taking in your surroundings. Eyes centering on the only female friend you have that's sitting across from you.

Yoona was the second friend you met when you moved to Seoul a near year ago. Being a mutual friend of Taehyung's and Hoseok's, along with Namjoon.

Yoona was pretty.

A permanent olive shade colored her skin tone, high cheekbones doing numbers to compliment her already gifted face. Blue eyes—a rare find in this part of Seoul, shimmered brightly and deeply. Everywhere Yoona went, she attracted attention. Standing next to her made you feel insecure, but you were always reassured by your friend's that you went off the attractive spectrum and landed abruptly into the “beautiful,” category.

You weren't sure if their compliments and kind words were that of a friend, or were spoken in honesty.

You should have asked Min Yoongi. You stifle a chuckle at the thought.

“Sorry,” you mutter out, once you realize that Yoona had asked you a question. She hesitates, smile weakening just a tad. “Everything okay?” She asks, voice venturing out softly. You think that if honey had a voice, it most definitely would sound like Yoona's.

“Yes,” you pause, “Just didn't sleep well last night.” It wasn't entirely a lie. Yoona nods in understanding, and that seems to satisfy her as she starts to continue the one sided conversation again.

The moment the events played out, was the moment you decided you would not tell anyone that you had found him-- Min Yoongi, not even your parents. You kept that part of your life hidden, something always covering your wrist. A watch, long sleeves, or your personal favorite and most often worn: bracelets.

The only person, excluding your parents of course, that knew of the predicament sitting on your wrist was Taehyung, and even then he did not know the specifics.

You needed to see him again, to ask the questions you had. You needed to figure out what was going to happen between the two of you before you told your parents.

You're once again interrupted as a figure slowly approaches the table, and takes the seat to your right, Yoona's left.

“Good afternoon, ladies. My apologies for my tardy behavior,” Namjoon says, voice deep. He reaches an arm over to your untouched plate and grabs a fry. “I was uh--” he hesitates for a moment, smirk reaching his lips, “held up.” He finishes,

You snort, knowing better. While Yoona rolls her eyes, head tilted towards Namjoon.

“If by, “held up,” you mean too busy shoving your tongue down your boyfriend's throat.” She says, head turning back to her plate, a hint of playfulness etched in her tone.

Namjoon squints before his lips part, “Oh Yoona, just because you're going to end up a lonely and bitter old hag with no one to love, doesn't mean I have to. Let me live, will you?”

You can't help the corner of your lips from raising upwards into a soft smile as you watch the scene unfold gently: Yoona's mouth widening in shock at the boy's response, the smug smile appearing on Namjoon's lips.

It wasn't uncommon for people to date others who were not their soulmate. You did not live in a universe that strictly said you had to end up with your soulmate. Actually, people not ending up with their soulmate's was almost as common as people who did end up with their fated lovers.

You don't fully know the story of Namjoon's. All you know for a fact is that on the night of his eighteenth birthday, when he should have gotten a name on his wrist: he didn't. This, leaving him soulmateless.

He doesn't talk about it, never has brought it up, and you don't ask. Figuring that he'll tell you about it on his own will, when he's comfortable enough to share such a private and personal thing with you. The only thing you can do is respect that.

It's entirely different for Yoona.

She has a name on her wrist, yes, she doesn't bother hiding it either. In bold black letters, sits the name Yugyeom.

She flaunts it around easily, but she doesn't let the whole “soulmate thing,” restrict her, or hold her back. When you asked her about it one time, she had stated that she felt like she could fall in love with anyone, not just the name of the person on her wrist.

“You know that Y/N and I are gonna marry each other.” She jokes easily, eyes landing on yours, perfect smile formed on her lips. Your eyebrows furrow as your eyes roll heavenward, fingers grabbing onto the end of a fry.

“Wow Yoona, how sweet of you, I'm flattered, really. But don't you,” you pause, pushing the opposite end of the fry through a puddle of ketchup. “I don't know, have to be uh, interested in girl's to marry one?” Your eyebrows arch as you question her, sticking the greasy food into your mouth, and chewing it slowly. Namjoon chuckles from beside you, Yoona's pink lips curve to the side in thought.

“I clearly did not think that one through.”

You swallow, offering her a smile afterwards. Namjoon speaking then.

“Speaking of Seokjin—” Yoona cuts him off.

“Actually we weren't--”

That's when you interject, brown eyes meeting blue. “Yoona, it's not everyday that Namjoon talks about his Romeo, so please,” you turn your head towards Namjoon, “do continue.”

A giggle erupts from Yoona's lips.

“Okay for one,” Namjoon says, head turning towards yours, eyes staring into yours. “He is definitely Juliet,” he turns his head towards Yoona, “Two: even when we're not speaking of Seokjin, we're still speaking of Seokjin; and three,” he turns back to you. “Romeo and Juliet were starcrossed lovers, that ended up killing themselves in the name of love, choose a better pair next time.”

“Daisy and Gatsby?” Yoona offers, causing Namjoon's head to shake almost immediately. “No, Daisy didn't love Gatsby--”

“Arguable,” you pipe in before he can complete his sentence. “What about Elizabeth and Darcy?” You ask then.

“I was thinking more of Bingley and Jane.” He responds. Yoona snorts.

“Now, back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” he sends a playful glare in Yoona's direction before continuing. “Jin and I have finally decided that we are ready to introduce each other to our friend's.” Your eyebrows uplift suddenly and you can see out of the corner of your eyes how Yoona instantly perks up.

Three months going strong, and finally, he was considering this.

“So this Friday is the date set.”

Yoona sighs as she sinks back into her seat slowly. “Damn it! I work.” A frown replacing the smile that was there moments ago.

“You?” Namjoon asks.

You don't even have to think about it before you're answering, “Yeah, I'm free.” Rarely did you have plans on Friday's that did not consist of attending whatever party Taehyung and Hoseok dragged you to.

“Friday it is, then!” He exclaims, smile appearing on his lips. “Don't worry Yoona, there will be other times.”

She grunts in response. “It's not the same.”

Friday comes sooner than expected, and before you know it you're standing in your room, looking at yourself in your full body length sized mirror.

When Namjoon had texted you and informed you that the meeting place was agreed to be at a club, you had momentarily panicked. You did not own anything that was deemed club appropriate attire; which is why you cringed as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Covering your torso was a long sleeved olive green colored shirt, long slit cut down the middle of your chest, exposing your tanned skin and tiptoeing dangerously around to showing more than what you originally planned on. A pair of black skinny jeans covered your long legs, along with the same short black boots you had worn at the party last Saturday night. Your dark brunette and shoulder length hair flowed easily in pretty curls; and dangling from your ears were a pair of large hoops. Maroon colored lipstick stained your lips, making them stand out.

Your door suddenly opens, and your head turns in the direction, “You ready--” Taehyung stops mid sentence when his eyes take in your appearance. “Wow,” he breathes out and immediately an anxious wave washes through you.

“What? Do I look bad?” You say hurriedly. “Damn it, I'll change, give me five min--”

“Y/N,” Taehyung interrupts, boxy smile settled on his lips.

“You look great, it's just--” he pauses. “Whenever I think of you, I think of the same freshman who passed out in my arms that day in English class. Braces, oversized clothes, boobless--” he offers a huge smile, as you throw him a scowl.

“Oh shut it,” you snap out, grabbing the black clutch that holds your cash, and fake ID off of your bed.

“And when I think of you, I think of the same shit head who believed that vaginas had teeth,” he visibly winces, “and kissed me Sophomore year.”

He grunts loudly, as you push past him, out of your room, and into the hallway. “It was a dare!” He yells, talking about the kiss, “And I was in 7th grade!” He shouts as he follows you out of your room. “My parents told me that in hopes to scare me out of sex!” Your giggles being heard from the end of the hallway.

“Did I really just hear what I think I did?” Hoseok asks as he walks out of his room, joining you two. The only thing that can be heard over your continuous strings of giggles, is the loud nature of Taehyung's groan.

Vibrant lights of orange, blue, purple and green fill your peripheral vision as they dance across the floor and skid up the sides of the walls that encircle you. The music is so loud you can hardly hear your own thoughts.

Clubs weren't your thing, parties were entirely different, or so you thought. Clubs were just-- bigger. At least at parties most of the attendees were around your age, and had the decency to apologize when bumping into you. People at clubs seemed to be ruder, you noted.

Sweaty bodies grind against one another on the dance floor, and every inch of your body screamed at you to leave. But you not only told Namjoon that you'd be here tonight, but you were desperately trying to find a distraction to keep your mind off of Yoongi.

It had been a day short of a week since your encounter and your mind had failed to think or concentrate on anything other than him.

Like you certainly expected, the moment you four had arrived at the club. Hoseok and Taehyung had both disappeared to do god only knows what. Leaving you and Namjoon alone.

“You nervous?” You ask Namjoon as he stands across from you. And it's obvious that he is. You can tell just from one look at him. His large hands clenching the empty glass so harshly that his knuckles turn a pale white like color, his bottom lip is pulled into his mouth and when you look down towards his feet you can see that one of them is tapping against the floor quickly.

And though it's clear to you that he is nervous, he offers you a gentle smile, the corner of his lips tugging upwards. “M'okay, I just--” He pauses, his eyes staring directly into yours, “I just really like him.”

Once you hear this, you reach your right arm towards him, hand moving to rest gently over his shoulder, offering him a soft yet reassuring squeeze.

“And he really likes you, you have nothing to worry about, yeah? Tonight will go smoothly.” You say, offering him a gentle smile. Hoping your words of encouragement help ease his nerves. Then you're moving your hand away from where it rested a few seconds ago.

“M'not worried about him meeting you or Yoona for that matter, you both have a more sturdy head on your shoulders. Don't get me wrong, I love Tae and Hobi. But at times they can be a bit too much, just a lot to take in for a newcomer.” Namjoon admits, and in all actuality you had to agree.

Taehyung and Hoseok were fantastic people, but their filthy mouths, endless sex jokes, and crude behavior could be a bit worrisome.

But you've got it covered, thinking this only an hour ago whilst you sat between the two aforementioned in the cab on the way over.

“Don't worry, I talked to them and told them just how important tonight was for you. Told them they'd better be on their best behavior or they are starving for an entire week.”

It was obvious that Taehyung and Hoseok could not cook to save their lives, leaving you in charge of fixing meals for them.

Your hand is circling around the shot you ordered, when he speaks again. Rim of the glass inches from your lips when his deep voice cuts into the humid air. “What on Earth would I do without you?”

You swallow the liquid quickly, setting the now empty glass onto the surface of the bar. “Hopefully you never have to find out.”

His lips part as if he's about to say something, but something behind you catches his attention.

You watch as his eyes widen a bit, lips pulling up into the widest smile you've ever seen. You don't have to turn to know what's got Namjoon smiling so widely, but you do anyway and you come face to face with two men.

The only thing Namjoon had ever said about Seokjin was that he was attractive, and honestly you wished you had pushed on Seokjin's appearance more, because there are two very attractive men standing in front of you, and you have no idea who is who.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to the taller man, one because he is closer to you, and two because of the shade of his hair. It's a soft looking pink, that makes you want to run your hands through the different locks. Looking at the man's outfit, you immediately feel better about yours. He's dressed in a sweater, one that matches the hue of his hair, and light blue skinny jeans hug his legs.

“As you can probably tell I don't often go to clubs,” he says, causing your eyes to lift to his. A smile is pressing to his lips, and you're met with the same chestnut color you see every time you stare into the mirror. You offer him a smile in return, “Likewise,” is your response as he takes in your appearance.

Namjoon is then taking a step forward so he's standing to the side of you. Glass he held moments ago nowhere in sight.

“Seokjin,” he says, speaking to the man in front of you, “This is my friend Y/N. Y/N, this is my--” You interrupt.

“Your boyfriend whom you've kept hidden for the past three months, yes. Hello.” You chuckle as you speak. Namjoon grunts playfully as he moves to stand next to Seokjin, sliding one of his arms around his waist and tugging him closer to his chest.

“It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N,” Seokjin says. Dark pink, heart shaped lips parting as his soft voice goes almost unheard over the loud music. “The pleasure is all mine.” You state, and then a voice you don't recognize is speaking.

“And I'm Jungkook,” You turn your head towards the man standing a few feet away from Seokjin. His hair is a dark black, styled up into a quiff. He's dressed in a white polo shirt, the collar sticking up around the sides, and a familiar looking black jacket thrown over his shoulders. Your eyes study the material for a few moments, finding that it looks somewhat familiar. You pass off the strange feeling, excusing it by saying that it resembles yours and that being at fault.

Jungkook's eyes are taking in your appearance when you direct your gaze to him. You immediately feel out of place, but then he's speaking. “You certainly dress like you're regularly at clubs,” he says, as his eyes finally meet yours.

“That's what I was going for,” you say, a playful wink sent in his direction. His arm is then outstretching towards yours, offering his hand in a nice gesture. You accept it, allowing your smaller hand to rest in his larger one.

He then exchanges pleasantries and introductions with Namjoon, offering him the same gesture he did you. And then he's turning back to face you.

“Wait a second you look so familiar,” he hesitates, eyes roaming your face. For a moment, you think it's just an excuse to determine if he finds you attractive or not, but then he's speaking again. Eyes not leaving yours.

“Are you in my Psychology class?” He's asking you then, and you wish you could say that he stuck out, but there are over fifty students in that class. Not saying that Jungkook wasn't attractive, because he was. Very much so. With a sharp jawline, and a face that looks like it was sculpted by Aphrodite herself, no doubt in your mind screamed that he had a number of protagonist's basking for a moment of his uninvited attention.

“Second period, Thursday mornings?” You ask, to find him nodding in agreement. “Yes! I knew you looked familiar, I always recognize memorable people.” You feel your cheeks heat up suddenly, due to the compliment that had just fell from his lips, and then Seokjin's hand is pressing to Jungkook's shoulder.

“I thought you said you had two people coming?” Namjoon asks, tip of his nose pressing into Seokjin's pink hair. “Yeah, one of them is in the bathroom, should be out any minute. Fair warning-- he's a little--”

“Grumpy,” Jungkook interrupts. “Your least favorite.” A smirk raises itself onto his lips as he glances at him.

“Hard to get used to.” Seokjin finishes, head turning to send a glare in Jungkook's direction, he immediately throws his hands up in mock surrender.

You let out a chuckle.

“Speaking of friend's, aren't you missing two?” Seokjin asks, head turning to face Namjoon's.

He nods, “Disappeared the moment they arrived which probably means they--”

“Are dancing dangerously close to being drunk,” you finish.

And then, “I've got faith in them, surely they don't want to starve.” You send a knowing wink in Namjoon's direction. “I'll go look for 'em.”

Namjoon nods, “Probably best to check if they are still alive.”

Seokjin and Jungkook share an amused glance.

“Be back soon,” you say and then you're turning around, walking away from the trio.

Twenty minutes later is when you decide you probably should have texted the two boys before trying to search for them in a club that's clearly over packed. It's also when you decide that you're done looking for them.

You've been pushed far too many times, danced against more than you'd like to admit, and attempted to be picked up by a man old enough to be your dad.

Maybe, you think, as you make your way through the dancing people, they miraculously found their own way to Namjoon.

When you reach the bar, you find that the spot where you had left them is taken up by people who most certainly are not them, and before you can even take a moment to fish your phone out of your clutch, Taehyung's loud voice is screaming a familiar pet name he uses on you.

“Baby, love!” He yells, you turning your head in the direction of the noise. And that's when you spot them, now crowded in a corner against a wall. You let out a sigh of relief as you make your way to the boys.

There's an extra body there now, presumably Seokjin's friend who was missing earlier. However, his back is turned towards you as he speaks to Seokjin. The only thing you're able to tell about his appearance is that he has black hair.

Taehyung's arm is wrapping around your waist as he tugs you into his embrace. “Where have you been, pretty?” He asks. You lift your head, smelling the familiar scent of intoxication surpassing his lips. “Looking for your and Hoseok's dumbasses,” is your response. Earning yourself a soft, “Hey!” From Hoseok who is standing to your left, Jungkook next to him.

Your eyes find Namjoon's, “You could have texted me to let me know they found you!” You say, a laugh leaving soon afterwards.

“I tried, no signal!” Namjoon shouts over the noise, offering you an apologetic smile. You return one of your own as you then turn your attention back to Taehyung. Whispering in a voice that can only be heard by him. “So, what are your thoughts?”

He mimics Namjoon's movement from earlier and presses the tip of his nose into your hair. His lips hovering over your ear as he speaks. “I like 'em all, 'specially Kook.”

Kook? Were they already on a nickname type basis?

“Jungkook and I actually know each other,” Hoseok pipes in a moment later. “Well sort of.”

You raise an eyebrow in question.

“We're in the same dance class,” Jungkook says.

You nod in understanding, and really you should have pieced together the information because now that Hoseok and Jungkook are standing by each other, you can see how their bodies somewhat resemble each others. Muscles prominently standing out in similar places.

“So, are you prepared for Mr. Benjin's test next week?” Jungkook asks you, causing a soft whine to fall from your lips, head shaking just a tad.

“Absolutely not,” Taehyung says for you.

“No matter how hard she studies, she passes with only a point or two above failing.” Your lips tug down, forming a deeper frown.

“It's true,” you sigh out.

“Don't worry,” Namjoon interjects. “We'll still love you when you flunk out.” Your eyes narrow as your head turns in his direction, ready to send him a glare.

“And when you have to resort to stripping to support yourself.” Taehyung adds from beside you. Immediately, you use your right arm to push against him, elbowing him right in the gut in retaliation to his comment.

“Shit,” he wheezes, doubling over, arm clutching his gut in pain. This causes a chorus of laughter from Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok.

You take a step out of Taehyung's embrace, eyes rolling just a tad.

“Well,” Jungkook says a moment later. “I just so happen to have a perfect grade, and would be more than happy to tutor you.”

“Really?” You ask, eyes widening just a tad.

But before he can respond, Seokjin's soft voice is filling the air.

“Oh! You're back, how rude of me, this is my other friend.” And as the words falls from his lips. The stranger turns.

And as soon as your eyes meet, you feel it.

The warm feeling instantly spreading throughout your body.

You suck in a deep breath as you come face to face with the same man who left you standing in an empty hallway almost a week ago.

Your fingers immediately itch to reach out and touch him. Aching to feel the familiar burning sensation that his skin left on yours.

He glances away quickly, his eyes resting anywhere but yours.

The first thing you take notice of, is the most obvious, his changed hair. Where silver sat a mere week ago, was now replaced with a dark shade of black. You weren't entirely positive if it was the glare from the strobe-lights, or if there were actually strips of dark blue scattered in random spots around strands of hair.

Your eyes then slowly focus on his face, and he's as beautiful as he was the last time you saw him. Skin nice and tan, lips still red and more bitten than you remember. You take notice of his locked jaw, narrowed eyes, and scowl written across his features. You decide within ten seconds that you liked it a lot better when he smiled.

You don't know what to say, or how to act. Shell shocked and frozen in place, because here he was standing in front of you, looking as though it was the last thing he wanted. It made something inside of you turn unpleasantly.

Words that don't bother to register in your mind before they fall from your lips, a second after the strobe-lights have disappeared and the blue is still sitting in his hair, are spilling out in a matter of seconds.

“What's with all the exotic hair colors?” You question out loud. Desperately trying to break the tension that sits heavily in the air. Then, to save yourself, you flash your eyes to Seokjin's. You offer the best smile you can manage due to the events unfolding in front of you, and he returns it. His own looking a lot more genuine than yours.

“You think that's exotic?” Seokjin says, rhetorically, eyes flickering to Yoongi's freshly darkened hair. “Last week it was silver, you should have seen it then.”

I have.

Is what you want to say, but you keep the two words at bay by rubbing the red lipstick staining your lips, together.

“Nice to meet you,” Yoongi says in a quiet voice. It's hard to hear over the music. His tone sounds somewhat clipped, if you've heard correctly. You watch as he forces a smile, it looks odd on his mouth.

His arm twitches, like he's about to extend it and offer you a handshake. But he decides against it at the last second. Leaving it as his side, perhaps he didn't want to touch you.

The idea bothers you.

“I can say the same to you.” Your voice quiet and feeling somewhat obligated to respond. Everyone's eyes have drifted from the two of you, none of them sensing anything out of the blue.

He finally allows his eyes to meet yours for the second time that night, and you can almost feel the utmost of anger that rests in his dark orbs. It reminds you of the way they looked the night after he had found out your identity.

“Now,” Seokjin's voice booms loudly, captivating your attention. “That everyone's met everyone, how about some drinks then?” Seokjin suggests, earning a few whoops from Hoseok, and noises of agreement from the others.

“Yeah,” you say very quietly to yourself more than to anyone else. Your eyes are downcast as you focus on the floor of the club, “I could definitely use a drink.”

Somewhere between the first and third round of drinks, Taehyung and Hoseok had once again, disappeared. Which, really shouldn't surprise you.

It doesn't seem to bother Namjoon, him probably thinking the more they stay away the better, at least for now.

You don't exactly know how you should feel towards Yoongi.

Anger at the way he's treating you? Relief that you've found him again? Or agitation that he's trying his best to avoid you? Doing so by gluing himself to Seokjin and Namjoon and refusing to look anywhere in your direction. You just didn't understand. You can't ignore the questions from drilling into your mind. Questions you so eagerly wanted answers to.

One thing was for certain, you were happy to see him again. Even if it was clearly evident in his behavior and facial expressions that the same could not be said for him.

“So,” Jungkook says, drawing your attention and attempting to make small talk. He's standing a few feet in front of you, both of you several feet away from Yoongi and the love birds.

You're near the wall, off to the side to try to stay out of the way of clubgoer's. Jungkook's eyes are peering into yours, a smile fitted on his lips. “Namjoon said you're a Freshman?”

You nod in response, before adding a small, “Yup,” popping the 'p,' at the end.

“And how do you like it so far?” He questions.

You hesitate a moment, asking yourself the same thing. It was different from highschool. The teachers were quite more outgoing and more intuitive. Always joking with the class, and cussing whenever they wanted to. Plus the change from living in a small town to a big city was exciting, the freedom it brought with it was one of the things you enjoyed most.

You settle on, “It's an alteration, but not a bad one.” as your response, he nods.

“Are you a freshman too?”

“Nope,” he says, smile stretching, hand curling around the neck of the beer he's holding onto. “Sophomore, which means I'm no longer the youngest of the group.”

You let out a slow chuckle. In the short hour that you had known of his existence, you had decided that you really liked Jungkook. He was veritable, kind, and seemed to have good intentions.

Before the conversation could carry on, Seokjin's long arm is wrapping aroung Jungkook's shoulder. The palm of his hand moving to pat flatly against the black jacket drowning Jungkook's body.

For the second time that night, you give that jacket your attention.

Now, with knowing that Yoongi is in the same proximity of you, you're able to figure out just exactly why that jacket looked so familiar. You were positive that it was the same jacket Yoongi had been wearing.

Seokjin starts to speak to Jungkook, asking him something that doesn't include you. Out of privacy and respect you turn your head then to the side. Your eyes watch as Namjoon and Yoongi talk about something you can't quite make out from where you are standing.

Yoongi must sense your gaze, because his body reacts in the most minuscule of ways; his shoulders stiffening, body tensing. It's almost as though he can feel your stare.

And oh.

That's right.

He most definitely can.

You feel your cheeks heat up then, and for the first time you find yourself cursing the perk of being soulmates.

Now you couldn't stare without him knowing, and not staring was hard. Especially when your entire body screamed at you to give the boy your attention, all of it, whether unwanted or not.

His head is suddenly turning in your direction, dark eyes staring directly into yours. An eyebrow cocking upwards, as if to ask you why you're staring at him.

It quickly starts to feel like its hard to breathe. Your breath catching in your throat, and your head turning back to the two men who have been lost in conversation.

Just at that moment, Seokjin's head turns. His eyes then flash between yours and Yoongi's, a question at the tip of his tongue. His lips part as if he's about to say something, but you're suddenly speaking, trying to offer a distraction.

“I think I'm going to get another drink,” You breathe out, left hand wrapped around the empty beer bottle you've been cradling onto.

Jungkook nods in acknowledgment, clueless it seems. “Everything alright?” Seokjin asks, curiosity in his eyes. He seems to have dropped whatever he was going to say a few seconds ago. You nod quickly, “Yeah, just a little crowded. I'll be back in a few minutes.”

You spare a glance in Namjoon's direction, a faux smile resting on your lips as you find his eyes on yours. His head tilts in a silent question and you uplift your beer bottle, telling him just as silently that you're going to replace it. He nods then, attention turning back to Yoongi.

You pretend not to notice how Yoongi's eyes follow you. And then you're turning, making your way to the bar.

Ten minutes have passed and you still hadn't returned to the boys. Small body pressed into one of the stools, sitting at the bar.

Your nimble fingers have just curled around the second shot you've ordered when you no longer feel alone. You turn your head at the figure approaching you, and your heart feels like its dropped in your chest when you see that it's Yoongi.

He stops when he's a few feet away from you, and he could easily come closer if he wanted too but he stays where he's at. His eyes are narrowed as they land on yours, body tall.

Heat.

“Uh,” you mutter out after a few silent moments pass. “Hi?” You state, though it comes out in more of a question type tone.

He looks at you, irritation present in his expression. Red lips parting as he speaks. “What do you think you're doing?” He bites out, causing your eyes to widen just a small amount. You're taken aback by how mean he's sounded.

“E-excuse me?” You say, voice frail with a hint of shock etched in your words.

His eyebrows furrow before pulling together in what seems to be clear frustration, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. You're confused. And you voice your thoughts out loud, desperate to get him to stop staring at you the way he is.

“I'm sorry, have I done something wrong?”

He snorts, loud and over exaggeratedly. You're starting to become a little on edge.

“Don't play coy with me, Y/N. I asked you a damn question, I expect an answer.”

Your fingers clench around the base of the shot glass you're holding onto, and before you know it anger is gnawing its way out of your lips.

“You've only asked me one question, Min Yoongi.” You watch as he flinches at his name as it ventures past your lips. “And I thought that what I was doing was pretty self explanatory, but I suppose it can be easily misunderstood.” You then lift the shot placed in your left hand upwards before speaking again. “This is called a shot,” sarcasm drips from your words. “And drinking it is what I'm doing, please watch for a demonstration.” With that being said, you bring the brim up to your lips, downing the liquid and trying not to wince as it burns its way down your throat. You set the glass back on the surface of the bar.

He scoffs, an effortless chuckle leaving his mouth as he shakes his head. “You're unbelievable!” He exclaims. “I'm talking about your intentions, what you're doing here. First, you show up in my English class--”

“Wait, what?”

He stops abruptly.

“We share a class?”

Your eyes raise to his. “And you didn't even bother coming up to me?” Your agitation growing by the second. Yes, he had ran from you, but you had thought it was just because of the shock from finding you, was he actually wanting to stay away from you?

“Oh please, don't act like you didn't notice,” a pause and then he adds, “or that it wasn't part of your plan.”

You're utterly confused.

“Yoongi, I have no idea what you're fucking talking about. So either clear things the fuck up, or stop insinuating shit.”

You don't meant to sound as harsh as you do. He's obviously accusing you of something, and doing it rudely, you just want him to be clear in what he's talking about.

He looks slightly put off due to your words and tone of voice.

“I'm talking about whatever your plan is, Y/N.”

You raise your eyebrows, indicating that you're waiting for more of an explanation.

“You're really going to make me spell it out for you?”

He pauses, like he's waiting for an answer.

You blink.

“Fine. I rejected you at the party, and clearly you can't take, 'No,' as an answer. And because I don't want anything to do with you, you're trying to weasel your way into my life.”

Your heart seems to stop at his comment, he had just approved your suspicions.

He takes a moment before continuing.

“I don't know how you managed to find out about my class schedule, or figure out who my friend's were, but I'm warning you now,” he takes a few steps forward, eyes glaring into yours. You can smell the mint on his breath as he speaks out his next sentence.

“Knock if off and fuck off. You mess with my friend's or the people important to them, and you'll be sorry.”

Your breath catches in your throat, your heart stopping. Before you can even register what he's fully accused you of, before you can even defend yourself, he's turning away. Sauntering back in the direction of where the group is.

He leaves you sitting at the bar stool. Utter anger coursing through your veins, and tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

This was one thing you positively hated: whenever you were beyond the point of anger, you cried.

But it was more than that, you knew it. Min Yoongi had just rejected you, had told you that he didn't want to be with you.

And it hurt.

You were absolutely seething, and upset. Different emotions filling your being.

What gave him the right to think of you in such a way? He didn't know you, how dare he act like he did, like he knew what your intentions were when you didn't even know what they were, yourself.

You wanted to leave. But you were here for Namjoon, and Namjoon only. And running from your problems never got you anywhere in your past. That's when you decided that there was no way you were leaving this club.

At least not until you had a chance to defend yourself against Min Yoongi and his allegations.

next part: three.

a/n: i apologize in advance for any grammatical or punctuation errors. also, im not sure if this chapter was too long to be considered enjoyable. i hope you liked it! please let me know, feedback is very much appreciated and highly welcomed.

#min yoongi #suga #soulmateau #soulmate #kim taehyung #jung hoseok #hobi #kim namjoon #rap monster #kim seokjin #jeon jungkook #park jimin #fanfic #btsfanfic

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