I stood in front of the door, my hand frozen mid-knock. I let my hand drop heavily back to my side, unable, once again, to bring myself to knock. I sighed, staring at the wood as if it could offer me anyway out of this. I raised my hand once again, determined to go through with it this time, only to drop it back down.

I took a few steps back, pacing in front door.

You can do this, Yoongi! It's just a simple knock. That's all, stop freaking out.

Except it wasn't that simple! How could I calm down when this could change everything? I thought back to how I got here in the first place.


"Hi Mom," I greeted, my voice sounding small.

"Yoongi? Is that you?" I could hear the surprise in her voice.

"Yeah, it's me."

"We haven't heard from you in a while, I was beginning to wonder if you forgot about us," she joked. Her words caused me to flinch because she had almost guessed right.

I hadn't forgotten about them, I could never do that. But I was avoiding them, instead choosing to dive into my work. My parents had never tried to hide their disappointment with my choices in regards to what I do with my life. So to avoid their disapproving words, I never answered their calls. And after a while, they stopped calling altogether.

"Sorry. I've just been busy with work," I lied, hoping she couldn't hear it in my voice.

"Mhm," she hummed. I could tell she didn't believe me, but she didn't call me out on it. "So what are you calling about, out of the blue like this? Not that I'm not happy to hear from you." she adds the last part hurriedly, as if afraid that she would hurt my feelings.

I chuckled, touched that she still cared about my feelings, even after all the times I didn't care about theirs. "Just calling to check up on you guys, you know? Find out how everyone is," I said, sliding down the door to sit on the floor.

"Oh, well we're all fine," she said happily. "The restaurant is going well. Your brother is helping your father run it. Ohh speaking of your brother. He found his someone! A super sweet girl, you would love her," she gushed.

I tensed at the mention of my brother's news, preparing myself for the question that I knew would come next.

"When are you going to find yours, Yoongi?" She asks, sadness evident in her voice.

I gulped, not ready to talk this yet. Unfortunately I didn't have a choice. Gripping my phone tighter, I whispered into the phone, "That's actually one of the reasons I'm calling. I found them, Mom."

"What was that?"

"I found them. I found my soulmate," I repeated, raising my voice so she could hear me.

"WHAT?" She screamed, the sudden noise almost causing me to drop my phone. I placed it back to my ear.

"You scared me! I almost had a heart attack!"

"Sorry, sorry. You just surprised me is all." No kidding, I could tell just by the sound of her voice. "When? When did you find them?"

"A few nights ago. He crashed into me on the street."

"Oh, so what's his name?" she said, excited for any piece of news I would give her.

"Jimin. Park Jimin," I informed.

"What a cute name!" she squealed. "And I bet he's just as cute. After all, there's no way my adorable Yoongi wouldn't find someone just as cute as him."

"Mom, stop," I whined, a blush rising in my cheeks. "And I guess he is pretty cute."

"You guess? Is that anyway to talk about your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend," I denied, playing with a loose string on my sweater.

"But he's your-"

"That doesn't matter. I don't plan on making anything of it."

"What? Why?" She said incredulously, unable to believe that I would reject that kind of bond.

"Because it's not fair, Mom. All this soulmate stuff. If I am going to be with someone my whole life, then I want them to be with me because they love me and I love them. Not because of some stupid curse that pulls us together."

Silence stretched between as we both let my words sink in. That was the first time that I had ever admitted that out loud. I hadn't even told Namjoon why I had always been so against finding my other half. I had always believed that it wasn't fair. That people had to be together just because they were soulmates. How do they know it's real? If Jimin didn't feel the pull, as Hoseok so greatly put it, then would he even be interested in me? Probably not.

"Oh, Yoongi. You have it all-"

"No more about it, Mom. I'm calling because I experienced something strange and I have questions," I interrupted, unwilling to talk about my relationship with Jimin any longer.

"This is something you should talk about with both your father and I. Why don't you come down tomorrow? We can talk about it then."

"Oh okay, su-"

"And Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

"Bring Jimin. He has a right to know about this too. I'm sure you haven't told him anything about it," she scolded.

"But-"

"No buts. It's his life too. He should have a say. Besides," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone, "If you're so sure that he's only around because of the soulmate thing, what are you so scared for? He might even get spooked and run away thinking that you're crazy."

My stomach dropped at the thought of Jimin thinking I was crazy. But she did have a point, it was his life too. I couldn't rob him of his choice.

But why am I so afraid of what he'll choose?


So here I am: sitting on the ground across from Jimin's door, all because my mom told me to invite him. I feel like a child whose mother just told him he had to invite everyone to their birthday party.

I am 24 years old! I don't have to listen to my mother! I'm a grown man!

But…. if I show up without Jimin, she's gonna give me that look. The one that screams "You've disappointed me." Ah, hell.

I stood, my back straightening in determination. I was gonna do this, even if it killed me. I stomped up to the door, bringing my hand up.

Before I could make contact with the rough wood, the door flung open. My hand flew through the space it used to occupy, throwing me slightly off balance.

Jungkook stood in front of me cald in bunny pajamas, a stuffed rabbit under his arm.

"Ah, Yoongi-hyung," he yawned, "I got tired of waiting for you to knock, so I figured I'd just open the door."

My face flushed, "How- how long have you been watching?"

"Long enough to know that you've been trying to knock on our door for the past 15 minutes," he teased, a smile forming on his thin lips.

I opened my mouth to deny his claim, but no words escaped me. He only smiled more at my speechlessness, leaning in to whisper.

"Should I call for Jimin?"

"Ah, yes please," I agreed, taking him by surprise.

"Huh, I didn't think you'd actually agree," he pouted, disappointed that his fun would be cut short. He turned towards the dark apartment behind him, shouting out, "Jimin! Come here!" His loud voice echoed in their apartment for a moment before I heard Jimin's own voice yell back.

"No!" His voice was muffled by the space between us, but it carried to us nonetheless.

"Fine! Your loss." He turns and winks at me before swiveling to look back into the darkness, "Should I just tell Yoongi to go away then?"

I heard a door fling open and feet pounding on the floor towards us. As they approached, my color returned to me, brightening Jungkook's pajamas from a gray to a dull pink. There was a crash and a loud curse from Jimin, the sound causing Jungkook to giggle at his friends pain. Whatever he hit must have caused him to stop, because my color stopped at a muted-tone. After a moment, I heard the footsteps once again and everything brightened as Jimin ran around the corner.

He skidded to a stop in front of me, barely missing toppling Jungkook over. The younger male shot him a glare before leaving, grumbling about his friends ungratefulness. Jimin through his retreating back a sheepish grin before turning back to me.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung," he greeted breathlessly, his chest heaving from running across the apartment.

"Hi, Jimin."

"So what brings you here?" He asked, leaning against the door frame in an attempt to look cool. It might have worked if he didn't miss on the first attempt, almost falling over before catching himself. His cheeks reddened as he stepped back and gestured to the room behind him, "Would you like to come in?"

I nodded, my shoulder brushing his as I stepped into the entryway. Jimin smiled at me before motioning for me to follow him. Walking behind him, I find it hard to keep my eyes from traveling over his body. Slight disappointment filling me as I find that his usual tight pants have been replaced with flannel pajamas.

Stop it, Yoongi! We didn't come here so you could ogle Jimin's ass! Although it is nice…

My thoughts are interrupted as I enter the living room, my breath catching at the room around me. The walls are filled with pictures of the three of them, their smiling faces staring back at me. The room was so bright, filled with multiple shades of red and blue. It was the typical "boy" room, all clashing colors and varying styles of furniture. It still felt homy, though.

Jimin lead me to a red leather couch, motioning for me to sit down. A smile lit up his face when I did as asked.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked, trying to be a good host.

I shook my head. He sat on the other side of the couch, grabbing a pillow and cuddling it to his chest. The sight was adorable. I didn't even realize that I was staring until Jimin spoke.

"Yoongi?"

"Yeah?"

"Please stop staring, you're embarrassing me," he said softly, glancing away from me.

"Oh, uh, sorry. You just look adorable." I spit the words out, not fully thinking about them first. Once I have time to process what just escaped my mouth, I cover my face with my hands. "Oh my god. Did I really just say that out loud?" I say, mortified.

"Yeah you did," Jimin says, chuckling. "Now you're the adorable one, hyung."

"Stop it," I whine.

"Okay, okay. So what did you come here for?"

"Can't I just come and say hello to you?"

"Oh yeah, and pigs can fly," Jimin laughs.

"You're right," I admit, "I did come here for something."

Jimin looks at me, his eyebrows raising with silent questions.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" I blurt out.

His eyes widened, surprise evident on his face.

"Are you asking me out?"

"What? No!" I deny, maybe a little to strongly as I see his face fall. "I'm not asking you out...but-" his eyes light up once again, excitement shining in their brown depths, "I am asking if you would like to go on a trip with me."

"A trip? With you?"

"Yeah, to Deagu…" I trailed off, hoping he wouldn't ask for any further details.

"That's like a 3 hour trip by car, Yoongi. What on earth would you be going there for?"

"Uh, it's my hometown actually." I explained. "Are you going to go with me or not?"

"Are kidding me? 6 hours of being in a car with you? Of course I'm in!" He exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

"Great, great." I rose from the couch. "We're leaving around 9 tomorrow morning, don't be late."

"Yeah, yeah I get it." Jimin nodded at me. I started to walk towards the door. "Hey, hyung?

"Yeah?" I look over my shoulder to the smiling man behind me.

"Goodnight," he bid softly, hiding his face in the pillow he was still clutching to his chest.

"Goodnight, Jimin." I return, closing the front door behind me. My world turns gray as I enter my apartment.

I go straight to my studio, not even trying to pretend that I'll be able to sleep right now. Needing a distraction, I slip my headphones over my ears.

Tomorrow may change everything. The way Jimin talks to me, his feelings for me, tomorrow could end it all.

I turn the music up louder, letting the beat drown out my worries.