Seven

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God, he was looking at me! Jungkook was staring me down. Does he know something? I hope not...

I rang in their order to Sujin and started making my rounds to other tables refilling drinks. I took the water pitcher to their table and tried to act normal. Except they were all staring at me and whispering things to each other.

I reached over and started pouring water into Yoongi's empty glass when he caught my wrist. I flinched, looking into his eyes. 

"S-something wrong?" I asked, flashing a little smile. 

"Yes. Can I have some coffee as well please?" 

"Y-yes. Anything else?" 

"Yoongi let her go. You're making her anxious. Look she's shaking!" Jin slapped his hand away from me so my wrist was free. But for some reason...I missed the contact.

"Coffee. Anything else?" I asked at the table but their minds seemed to be someplace else. 

"Alright, I'll come back with the drink and take your orders." 

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"I should just tell them. I mean their meal is over anyway...They'll be leaving soon and- ah I'm about to screw this up," I whispered, talking to myself. I walked up to their table for the final time today to give them their check. 

As Namjoon was reading it, I stood and watched. 

"Is something wrong Ms. Y/n?" Hobi asked kindly. Right, the second time they've had to ask that tonight. 

Frick it. 

"You know, don't you? I can't hide it anymore," I spilled, making Namjoon stop writing and the others look at me intently. 

"Don't look at me like that! You're making me feel bad," I sighed, turning away from the dear puppy eyes of Kim Taehyung. Someone grabbed ahold of my wrist and pulled me back to the table. Jimin. 

"Sorry come again? We don't know anything miss," he smiled genuinely. My mouth dropped. Maybe they didn't know? Then what were they staring at the whole time?

"Oh, wrong table! Thanks for dining with us! Suho will finish your order have a good night!" I said quickly before turning smack into Suho. 

"Someone's in a rush," he chuckled, collecting the bill that Namjoon finished signing. 

"Yeah, I uh-" 

"Actually we need to talk to her. Will you leave us alone for a second," Yoongi asked Suho. He looked from me to them and nodded slowly. I shook my head with pleading eyes as I saw him walk away.

"Yes, we know. Jimin's acting stupid because he's trying to be funny. Why didn't you say anything? I have a feeling you knew," Namjoon pointed out. They moved to the side, leaving an open seat. I looked from them to the seat before slowly sliding into the large booth.

"Because there's something wrong with me and I wasn't ready to accept it yet." 

Jungkook tilted his head innocently as I tugged at my hair in frustration. 

"I'm a sucky soulmate okay? You really don't want to have to put up with me. I only just turned 21 and this is all still really new to me. I- I'm not very into the idea of soulmates," I explained, resting my head on the table so I didn't have to look at any of them. 

A hand was gently placed on my shoulder, making me flinch and lookup. Yoongi brushed a strand of hair from my face. 

"You can't be that bad," he stated, blinking and unfazed. Man, he was a lot like Minsu. 

"You don't understand," I said pushing his hand off and standing up from the booth. "I'm just going to break hearts and ruin lives. Really. I'm sorry," I said quietly, a tear slipping from my eye as I turned and ran to the kitchen. 

Stupid. Stupid. I can't believe you walked away like that. I felt immense pain in my chest, head, and arms. Pain surged throughout my body. 

"No no I hurt them," I sobbed in the break room, tugging at my hair as my tears dripped onto my thighs. My marks glowed red and my skin felt like it was burning. I hurt them. 

I turned to the door as Sanji walked in. He immediately noticed my eyes and sat down next to me. "First day on the job was that bad huh?" he asked, wiping a tear. I shook my head, lifting my skirt slightly to show the burning red initials. He made an o-shape with his mouth before sighing. 

"Was it BTS? Are they your soulmates?" he asked gently. I nodded, sniffling and wiping my eyes with my sleeve.

"I'm sorry. Are you hurt or them?" 

"I-I hurt t-them. I t-told them I c-couldn't do it..." I mumbled before breaking into loud sobs again. 

"Oh, sweetheart," was all he said before patting my back and slowly calming me. 

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"What do I do Minsu?" I asked the confused girl. She stared at me from across the table. 

"Dang I missed a lot while doing that stupid essay." I scoffed before taking a drink of my tea. "But girl you have something wrong with you. Haven't you been hurt these past few days?" 

"I've been miserable ever since that night. It's a mixture of my feelings and theirs. I think they're struggling..." 

"That would make sense with the recent news."

"Recent news?" I asked, looking up from my tea. 

She nodded before pulling out her phone. "Rumors have been going around. BTS is said to be going through a really hard time and none of the members feel like taking care of themselves. Their manager posted something saying he hasn't seen Jungkook come out of his room in 2 whole days," she explained. I grabbed her phone and read through the post, my eyes widening. 

"Oh my gosh, I broke them! I need to find them right now. I made a mistake!" I groaned, standing up and grabbing my purse before turning to the door. 

"Go get 'em, tiger!" 

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"Please let me speak to them!" I argued, placing my hands sternly on the front counter. 

"We can't let you do that ma'am," the woman cooly responded.

"Look they're my soulmates!" I whispered to her before showing my upper thigh by lifting my dress a little. Her eyes went wide before calling someone on her phone near her. She nodded silently to a man beside her before he got up and motioned for me to follow. 

He led me up a few flights of stairs and to a door marked Bangtan. I entered slowly and snuck into the room. I came to a spacious room with one other door on the opposite wall. 

"No one's here?" I asked the man. He pointed to the door on the other side of the room and nodded. Slowly I made my way across the empty game room? and stopped at the door. Slowly and quietly I knocked on the door, earning a "who's there?" in return. 

"It's Y/n," I answered quietly. Footsteps could be heard before the doorknob slowly turned.

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