Everyone sees the world in black and white. That is, until they find their one true soulmate.
Y/N finds her soulmate when she is dragged to a concert she knows nothing about. But how will she cope when 'the one' wants nothing to do with her?
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A/N - I have edited a brand new book cover, however cannot find the original owner of the photograph. If anyone knows please let me know so I can credit them accordingly.
My sense started to come together and I felt a soft pillow beneath my head. How much did I manage to drink last night? I hope that Hyuna didn't have too much trouble trying to get me home, she was so lovely last night.
As I stretch, my arm is met with someone else's chest. Wait what. Who took me home? Is this even home? I retrieve my arm back and rub my head, a groan leaving my lips as I attempt to open my eyes. It is too bright in here, which means that I am definitely not home. Crap.
My mind starts racing with what I was doing, I remember meeting Jiyong, dancing with Jimin and then going for more drinks. I really hope that I have done nothing embarrassing, that place was filled with high status people, I definitely stood out in there I swear.
The body behind me rolls over and wraps their hand around my waist, pulling me closer into them. Soft snores leave their mouth, and I suddenly feel like I know who it is. My eyes widen as I push him and myself away, ending up with a thud and me on the floor. I look down to see one of his baggy shirts on me and I pray to god that I did not do something stupid, like mislead him in any way.
"Easy," he mumbles, his eyes barely opened to see me. Something about his groggy morning voice makes me feel warm inside, but right now is not the time for that. I'm so confused that I don't know what to say, and close my eyes as I start to feel the after effects of drinking last night. He gets up and leaves the room, my eyes remained closed. Where did he go? And why did he think I would want to end up here?
After a little while I hear his door open and close again, before I feel his presence close to me. When my eyes open, I see him squatting by me, a glass of water in one hand and a pill in the other.
"Here," he gives them to me, and without hesitation I put the pill into my mouth and swallow it with some water. "It'll help with the headache..." he adds.
"Thank you," I simply say, holding onto the empty glass of water, finding it more interesting than looking up at him. A sigh leaves his mouth as he properly sits on the floor, his stare burning into me but I don't dare look up. It's not that I am intimidated by him, I just don't want to talk to him about everything right now. Yet at the same time, I want to know more about what it is that he has been thinking and doing.
"Y/N, please don't be mad at me," his voice startled me at first, but it was soft.
"Where are my clothes?" I say without looking at him still, letting another sigh leave his lips.
"You spilled alcohol on it, I tried to scrub out the stain then left it overnight to dry, I'll go check it now..." He tells me and gets up, walking to his en suite and leaving me by myself again. He did that? "It's still not dry, and the stain is still visible, think you'll need to get that off some other way... but I'll give you some clothes to go home in." Yoongi tells me walking back into his room then to his wardrobe. As my eyes scan him up and down, I see his messy hair which he has not brushed, his baggy shirt and joggers, and some bags under his eyes where he is not getting enough sleep.
"Thank you." I take the clothes from him and stand up, getting ready to go into the bathroom and change. His hand grabs my wrist, making me look down at his hand them up at him. Why are there butterflies in my stomach?
"Y/N seriously, let me at least explain, you're making this so hard for both f us." I could tell from his voice that he was practically pleading for me to give him some time so he can explain himself to me, however, I feel like I am already over whatever it was?
"But Yoongi, I've already given up." I tell him softly. His eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"W-what do you m-mean?" His stutter is cute, but I won't let that put me off.
"You might be some big idol with millions of fans, and well done for that. But no man should ever make a girl feel so crap because after everything we gone through you go with some faker. You are completely different to the Yoongi your fans fall in love with, what you are behind closed doors is nothing but a heartless player. I don't know why I didn't just see it when you treated me shit at the beginning, would of saved myself a lot of pain." I say and hand him his clothes back, walking out of his room as I feel myself starting to break down.
It almost feels like a weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, like I have finally told him what I really thought about him. He might be my soulmate, but I have spent many years by myself, I can do it for the rest of my life. My feet end up at Jimin's dorm room, and my knuckles meet with the door.
"Y/N?" He scans me up and down.
"Can I borrow some clothes to get me home in?" I ask, hoping he won't ask questions as tears already threaten to fall out of my eyes. He nods and lets me in, grabbing some clothes that could fit me. Since he's not much taller than me his clothes fit me well, and I end up in a pair of his black skinny jeans and a plain white shirt. These look hotter on Jimin, but let's just roll with this.
"Thank you so much, I'll bring them back." I smile and hug Jimin, at first he doesn't hug me back but then he does.
"Shall I get the company car to take you back?" He asks me, but I shake my head smiling.
"Y/B/F will pick me up." I let go and bid him goodbye, going outside his room. As I walk out I am met with a gloomy Yoongi looking at me, the clothes I given him still in his hands. He goes to say something but just closes his mouth again, to which I take my cue and leave.
A/N A lot of you have asked me when I will be updating. This book has schedules of being updated either Friday or Saturday, depending on how much I manage to write during the week. Also, Mic Drop remix is sick.
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