Bonded: A Min Yoongi x OC Soulmate AU

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"You really did that?!" Yoongi exclaims, laughing at what Crystal had just told him.

"Yes! I was so fucking scared because I knew that if we got caught, my mom was going to fuck me up. I couldn't even enjoy myself for looking over my shoulder all night," Crystal laughs, reminiscing on the time she and her cousins bought fake IDs that barely looked like them to sneak into a club when she was seventeen.

She'd spent the whole day working on schoolwork and was finally finished until the next unit of her coursework opened. It was late at night now, their last night in LA, and she and Yoongi were lounging around in bed telling each other stories of their childhoods like they often did in their free time.

"I would've never guessed you were a bad girl. You seem so...by the book sometimes—well when it comes to stuff like this. No offense," he says, looking up at her from his position in her lap.

"None taken. I play by the rules mostly I'd say, but sometimes I don't. I think we all have a wild side," she shrugs.

"That's true. I really miss it sometimes," he sighs.

"Your wild side?" she asks and he nods.

"Yeah, I used to be so wild and carefree. Don't get me wrong. I fully realize that's not the way to live at my age, but I guess I miss the spontaneity that came with that lifestyle. When you look at it, my life as a whole is very routine now. Make music, practice, promote, perform. You're the most exciting thing that's happened in my life in a while. I never know what's next with you," he says, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear.

"Maybe the universe sensed that you needed some spice in your life," she grins, making him scoff playfully.

"For real though, my life was pretty routine too. It's not that I didn't like it; it's just—it was what it was. A little spontaneity never hurts. I understand completely. Going from doing whatever you want and having no one bat an eye to having to worry about your reputation and image and all that must be so...unfulfilling for someone like you," she says, struggling a bit to find the right words.

"Someone like me?" he questions, interesting in her elaborating further on what she meant.

"Someone so...idiosyncratic. Free thinking...self-sufficient. You're very much a person who just wants to do what you want without anyone bothering you. However, you can't without drawing attention to yourself now—unless you're very low key. Luckily for you, your soulmate is the queen of being just that," she grins, tapping him so he could let her up.

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching as she jumps off the bed and heads to the closet.

"Being spontaneous. Come on," she says, coming out of the closet with one of his hoodies on and throwing him one.

"Where are we going?" he asks, but slides the jacket over his head anyways.

"To this little place I know. I'm starving and I don't feel like cooking," she says, sliding her feet into her slides.

"How are we getting there?" he asks, grabbing his wallet off the bedside table and sliding it in the pocket of his hoodie.

"One of the cars outside. If not, I'll just call a Taxi. Those drivers are usually so old, there's no way they'll recognize you," she says.

"Are you sure this is a good idea Crys?" he asks, stepping onto the elevator with her so they wouldn't make too much noise in the stairs.

"Didn't you say you missed being spontaneous? This is about as spontaneous as we can get right now unless you want to fuck on the roof or something," she replies, stepping off the little elevator when they reached the bottom floor.