"On breaking news today, Scientists have discovered rising numbers of soulmates experiencing the Gen Z Soulmate Phenomenon."
The newscaster was that of an unfamiliar face. It was usually the same moody bespectacled dude who resembled too much like her uncle to be normal.
Today, however, was an unfamiliar, painted face with thick smears of too light foundation made obvious by the 4K HD Television Screen. The newscaster's lips were overly pink due to the television's hyper-saturation technology. Pupils covered by cheap coloured contacts made obvious by the unglamorous brown cuts of colour on the little cups of plastic.
"Unlike your usual one-time soul bond such as the common timer mark, red string of fate or colour flood. The Gen Z soulmates are people who will experience more types of soul bonds than usual, with numbers ranging from two to four. The possibilities are endless and chaotic, and some complain to experience changes or additions in a matter of days. For example, a timer marked soulmate could find themselves with an additional compass mark."
Perhaps the only saving grace would be the newscaster's fashion style. A crisp cut business outfit and pencil skirt paired off with decent studs- Oh wait...Amber winced, lips twitching with disgust.
"The rising cases have led to numerous alarming issues. One example is the sudden body transfer between Plus CEO Richard Clay, famous for his timer mark, and his soulmate during his product launching speech for the latest smartphone. The incident was alarming and unexpected to both parties having had timer marks since their soul bonded age."
The look was ruined only because of the slightly browned spot of- was that coffee?- on the edge of her collar. The newscaster smiled and yet again she caught sight of pinked teeth, lipstick having smudged against horrendously yellowed incisors.
Seriously, thank you saturation and sharpness function. Thank You.
"People experiencing the GenZ soul bond are reminded to stay alert, be cautious and seek help if in sudden unknown situations. Please immediately notify closed family members if GenZ soul bond symptoms are showing or seek help from the nearest Soulmate International Facility in the country. "
Sometimes Amber wondered if modern technology was that good, and whether you really needed a 4k HD TV to enhance the blemishes of whoever was on screen. It was all fine and dandy when the TV was just a little box of static blurriness.
Perfect for flawless skin.
"Furthermore on the topic of soul bonds. An alarming study by the University of England revealed that a rising number of males are reportedly being paired off with girls in a polyamory soulbond relationship. "
Amber blinked raising her brow. Oh?
The newscaster nods almost as if she could see Amber. "That's right, one female, multiple males. Scientists speculate this to be due to historical female genocides leading to the imbalance of natural genetic exchange."
Oh damn, reverse harem. Amber stifled a laugh, looks like humanity did screw up something by favouring the male gender in the past.
"There has yet to be a confirmation but recent cases note that males with close relationships have a higher chance of obtaining the same female soulmate, promising better liveability."
Well, on the bright side, at least they were all friends.
"Additionally, females under the polyamory soulmate bond are giving birth to more than one child at a time. Twins are a common occurrence and the average number of children within these households are currently at 5.5 "
"5.5? Did they split the kid or something?" A sharp clipped voice resounded around the room, heavy with an accent that resulted in exotic lilting tones in her pronunciation. Amber doesn't really know what accent she has because her Mom spoke seven languages and it resulted in an accent that nobody could really pinpoint its origin.
" Characteristics of a polyamory soulmate bond include having more soulbonds than usual. To date, there has been about thousands of cases worldwide. The most famous case being the Mattner brothers, three famous Hollywood actors who have recently married their 26-year-old Vietnamese soulmate. "
"It's a math thing, Mom." Amber rolled her eyes, accepting the slice of- bread toasted with butter and sugar- from the porcelain plate. "And I thought you went to University!"
"Ambrosia!" The woman gasped, outraged at her audacity. "I haven't done any Math in 20 years. " She gave her a look, turning back to the kitchen to continue on cooking up lunch. From the smell of it, probably a concoction of oysters and chicken rice. Amber winced at her full and extremely sugary name.
Tsked. Who the hell names their kid Ambrosia?
She picked up the remote control, pressing a few rubbery buttons, slightly broken from years of abuse. The little buggers refused to react and she hammered her index finger hard onto one of the buttons, effectively squishing it down so deep it stayed stuck within the crevices of the plastic.
Damn it, at least that switched the channel.
Low bass thrummed in the air, and a pulsating beat played along to the thrum of a raspy growl executed at a steady rhythm. The familiar sound sends her heart fluttering within her chest.
Amber describes the voice as coffee.
The kind with a smooth mild bodied bitterness, followed by the gasping burn of tongue-tingling chilli in the aftertaste, topped off with generous chips -not cubes, mind you- of ice that had been hammered into shards by a pissed off barista.
But beyond the aggressiveness of that taste is a refreshing chill down her throat- a shiver that runs across her skin- that trickles through her body and behind that cold there's a phantom warmth that dwells in her heart.
God, Amber swallows, her throat suddenly dry. The raspy lilt was not that of a thirsty man, or a wannabe that pushed way too much grunt into song. This was pure effortless sexiness from an inborn voice.
Something any woman wouldn't mind waking up to hear. A growled good morning, masked with sleep.
But his delicious voice isn't the only part of the package deal.
The face that greets her is one not particularly Greek-sculpture perfect. It's not a look that would make her sap endlessly about the symmetry of his nose or the sharpness of cheekbones, airbrushed by some kind of foreign artist from the Baroque period.
Nah, lusting over marble isn't really her thing.
This was thick, low set brows on the softer facial features seen in Asian man afflicted with the gene that prevented the loss of baby fats. Not that he looked anything like a kid.
The slight softness was topped off with teasingly sharp jawline that winked at her with the change of light. Eyes that curved, oval in shape and slightly on the smaller side of the spectrum of all human eyes, set into defined mono-lids which gives his eyes a rounded appearance framed by downward facing lashes.
Those were some thick ass lashes, mind you, which could possibly be a trick of skilful makeup application. The result of spamming eyeliner-Amber's not too sure because the makeup artist is way too skilful in this video- and pale lips stained a creamy red probably from the most recent NARs collection, blended to create a nice gradient from the inner part of his lips to the white of his skin.
His skin was nothing she's never seen. A common shade of pale seen frequently in the Korean male race where sunblock is a must have. His skin was the colour of milk in a saucer, maybe the white of the flesh of steamed fish, perky and soft.
Perhaps the most striking thing that caught her attention would be his hair.
Bleached so white it blended almost effortlessly with his skin, both the same shade of marbled paleness when flashed with a high beam. She digressed that the colour of his hair probably tended more to the side of strawberry white blonde, from the little shades of pink. Silver hoops twinking as he tossed his head back.
Honestly? Not really the face one would squeal over. His good skin and decent features bring himself up the rating from average to above average. A more broody looking face, that rests automatically in a gloomy expression when neutral.
She could continue on with imperfections, but really Amber believes this to be personal preference. It really depends on the individual on whether the size of his eye was considered too small or if his lips were too thin.
To Amber, Yoongi was not a Greek God. He was, however, an Iced Americano with steamed milk. A rich bitter flavour, lingering aroma of coffee and that little hint of caramel sweetness your mind tricks you into tasting even though there was no sugar involved in its creation.
In simpler non-coffee terms, the man exuded charismatic sexuality brought on by just a lazy tilt of his head and the moody hunch of his shoulders.
In other words...
Min Yoongi was freaking hot.
Maybe the 4K HD TV wasn't so bad after all.
She watched, transfixed as he tilts his head to the side, fingers on bloodstained lips which stretched teasingly, almost seductively, a rosy pink tongue flickered out to wet dry lips-
"Making you drip like a faucet with just the flick of my tongue~"
"Ambrosia! Turn off the TV and eat your breakfast! That definitely didn't sound PG13!"
"Aw come on!" Amber huffed. " I'M NOT 13! I'M 19!"
"Y'all screaming at my dirty rap. Oh f*ck sorry, Mom~"
Fitting lyrics. Amber scoffed. And just when the dude was rapping in English too. The universal language of worldwide understanding.
Also conveniently one of the seven languages her life-giver understands.
"AMBROSIA!"
Amber cursed under her breath, sitting up quickly and reaching for the controller that had slipped out of her grasp. Her thumbs slowly hovered over the red button and her eyes followed the body of the rapper on TV.
Damn it. Stop it.
She rammed her fingers into the red button effectively shutting off the TV and possibly ending the remote control's life.
Amber groaned, rubbing her face.
She should stop dwelling on fantasies. Stop thinking she even stood a chance with an idol. There was no way in hell Min Yoongi would ever fall for her. Nor would he even look at her. She was just the one in seven billionth person on the planet. Another small fry in the sea of overpopulation.
He would never stand anywhere close to her. Never hear her voice. Never remember her face. Never know her name.
None of the BTS members would that's for sure.
There was simply no chance that they would ever meet. They were from different worlds. Separated not only by space but by money.
Amber sighed, tapping on her phone and flipping on the application that revealed double digits that determined her current net worth.
She could never afford even the cheapest seat to their concert. Her savings washed away by art materials, dumb shit like resin, polymer clay and the occasional fake grass.
Sure she could beg to her parents, but the both of them were highly concerned over her less than healthy obsession with seven male foreigners that according to her Mom, shook their asses on stage and enticed girls with fake dreams of a perfect soulmate with pretty personalities and heaps of money.
Amber gets it. The videos bleached away their personalities. Like correction tape over a hastily scrawled 'oh shit' on the exam paper, what the fans saw were pretty pink versions of the idols. There's merit to her mom's words. The merit that her mind acknowledges but her heart refuses to accept.
Amber tells herself that there could be more to the pretty face and talent, probably darker secrets and maybe a twisted hidden personality that she would never learn to love.
Anyway, what right did she have to say that she loved them if she didn't even know how they were really like in real life, away from the camera? For all, she knew her love, could just be a warped form of adoration and respect mixed in with a dash of lust.
Amber doesn't know. She's never had a crush on someone before in her entire life and she swears that this adoration to the members in BTS was the closest she would ever get to a full-blown crush.
Amber's more of a silent, anonymous fan that sits behind a keyboard dispelling bad rumours and negative comments that body shame, insult and rip apart at feelings. A keyboard fan that tries to help so that in the event any of the boys were to scroll through the comments in their feed, at least they wouldn't be as attacked by these words.
Amber's happy just by doing these little things.
Besides...Amber took a savage bite into her bread, the sugar crystals sticking to her lips, some falling to the floor. Tomorrow she would be getting her soulbond. Her destined one. The piece to her soul and the person she would fall irrevocably in love with.
Her eyes drifted to her mother's back.
Her Mom? A translator who met her father, a SoulBond researcher, colleagues in the same company. Both were fooled by fate as one of the unlucky few whose soulbonds were undetectable or difficult to identify.
Soul beam. In which the more time you spend with the love of your life, the brighter their skin would glow.
Her mom describes it as fireflies that glimmer softly in the dark or the soft glow of stars in the night sky.
Her dad would launch into a full science lecture about the chemistry and the connection of particles around the air to create energy that emitted the light. Or something along those lines. Ambers not too sure.
It was difficult for her parents to find each other because most of the time they would be seeing one another in a bright office setting with wide windows that allowed the infiltration of the afternoon sun. Suffice to say, it took a while for both of them to realise they were soulmates. The solution involved a faulty lock on a cleaning closet and a clumsy pair of feet.
Amber doesn't know what she wants.
The general understanding was that your soulmate could be found close to your environment. Science engineers found love in science industries. Teachers paired up with teachers. Chefs with servers. Classmates with classmates. Neighbours with neighbours.
Fate was kind in that sense.
Still, long distance was not unheard of. There had been instances of tourists meeting the love of their lives on a trip. People finding their soulmate on social media, streaming sites, tv dramas even in the movie theatre.
Nevertheless, Amber was a normal girl in an average school of average intelligence. Her grades pushed up by hard work and sleepless nights, making her marks a tad higher than the average student. Her passion was in the arts, that was for sure.
But not the performing arts, let alone the music industry.
Amber hated attention, hated being put on the spot. She combusts easily in front of a crowd, her cheeks burning so red a thermometer to her head would read at 38.5 degrees Celsius. A great way to skip school.
This means that the chances of Yoongi being her soulmate were so close to zero you would have to peer through a microscope to see the space between her fingers.
Amber shook her head.
It doesn't matter. Stupid fantasies didn't matter. All that mattered was her soulmate. Reality.
She wants a nice soulmate. Someone who would encourage her love for the arts not shoot it down. Someone who could understand her and would accept her for who she is.
Even the part of her that doesn't love him but loves a group of seven male idols.
Amber sighs, finishing the last of her breakfast and licking the sugar crystals off her fingers.
Next week, one second after the time of her birth, she would get her soul bond. Sealing her fate forever in a twisted world of arranged marriages and fate.
Notes:
I love reverse harem. It's not a new concept in human history, and to this day some cultures still practice it. It's even more common for harem. I have a couple of good friends who are legally allowed by law to have 4 wives.
My obsession started with Twilight. I just couldn't stand the thought of Jacob being tossed aside like trash. Like why choose when you can accept all?
This fanfiction is actually an original fic. I admit I did want to write it as a BTS fanfiction because BTS is what fuels me to continue typing at my computer.
But as I wrote, I realized that my own mind was spinning lies and fake fantasies about them that I was starting to believe. I started to think that whatever I read online about BTS was true.
EG: Yoongi cursing a lot and being the meanest.
It's not. That's the thing. Us ARMYs will never know their true personalities and so I decided to upload it as an original fiction on .
But then, I showed the fic to one of my buddies (a fellow army who got me into BTS) she loved it so much...(Hot scenes are her fav) she wanted to read it with BTS names so...
I'm posting this up here for her.