SOUL } BTS

SOUL } 2

I only rush to the backyard when I hear the water on. I see Hoseok just kind of dancing in the backyard. I sigh, before opening the door. "You done?" I ask, and he turns around, grinning. I am caught off guard for the third time, by him. "Yup. Come on." He says. He skips inside, grabbing my hand immediately and cutting off the sting. "Be quiet." I say, and I pull him upstairs. I throw him in my room quickly, and then I lock the door. "Holy shit, do you know how ironic this is? I've got a boy band member in my room." I giggle as he looks around my room, me close to him so the pain doesn't overwhelm us.

He picks up the framed picture of me and my brothers, sister and father. "Who's this?" He asks, pointing at my eldest brother, who I was leaning on in the picture. "That's Choi Hye. My eldest sibling. And that's Choi Kyu, my next eldest, and Choi Dae. He's only a year older than me." I explain, pointing each out. "Then there's Choi Hae, my little sister, and me." I explain and he grins. "You have three elder brothers?" He asks. I shrug. "They raised me to be tough." I say, and he chuckles. Then I hear the water turn off. 

"Aw shit." I hiss. He laughs. "Calm down, Ara." He says, and he squeezes my hand. I've read that after the Bond Of Soul it's hard to not touch each other for a while but you're kidding, it hurts to not.

I look down to our hands, my paler skin contrasting against his tan skin. "Alright, get in the closet." I say. He narrows his eyes. "You're kidding." He says. I roll my eyes. "No. Go! Just for a moment." I say as I shove him in my closet. He winces at the sudden pain. Then a knock at my door.

I unlock it, and peek out. "G'dnight Unnie." She says, and I nod. "Night, Hae." I say. I shut the door in her face and lock it. "You can come out now." I say, and he comes out of the closet wearing some of my sister's dress up stuff that we shoved there a while ago. 

I giggle and he laughs with me as he comes closer to touch me and cut the stinging. "Keep it down, you'll wake my brothers." I say, and he laughs again. Then his phone rings. He sighs, and pulls his phone out with his right hand and holds my hand with his right. He answers it, sighing. "Hey Joon!" He says, faux cheerfulness in his voice. I stifle a giggle with my other hand. "Maybe perhaps." He says, and then grins. "Really?" He asks. Then he pauses. "I promise. Thank you!" Then he hangs up. He turns to me.

He starts clicking away and I assume he's taking pictures of me so I just push the phone away as I giggle and tell him to stop.

"I'm sleeping right here tonight and that's final." He says, and I nod. "Cool." I say, and he grins. "Cool." He says. I roll my eyes as I pull him over to lock the door. "Wouldn't want my father figuring out I'm smuggling an idol." I joke, and he sticks out his tongue. "Hey you know what I should do? Make you wear my brother's pajamas to sleep." I say, and he wrinkles his nose. "Can't I just get some pajamas delivered here before we go to bed?" He asks. I sigh, sitting on my bed. "Fine." 

He chuckles, pulling out his phone as I focus on not touching him, even though it stings. I feel like the longer I'm with him the harder it is to not touch him. I look up only when he places his hand on mine. "It hurts, doesn't it?" He asks, and I nod. "Yeah." I say, and I scoot over so he can sit on my bed too. I hold his hand too. 

"I have a confession." He says after a few moments. I look over at him, and just breathe in his presence. 

"Mm?" I hum, and he turns to me. "I think Yoongi may have been trying to complete the Bond Of Souls with you." He says, and braces for my reaction. I just stare, emotionless for a few moments. I think of saying it's impossible, but I felt the pull too. "Maybe." I finally say, and he narrows his eyes. "What?" He asks. I bite my lip, thinking my words over. "Just maybe." I say, and he groans. "But what if I don't want to share you?" He asks, and I soften slightly. 

"I'll stay away from him if you want." I suggest. He nods. "Just until I figure it out." He says, and I nod. "Okay, cool." I say. 

He grins. "You're very chill." He says, and I nod. He checks his phone again when it dings. "Now they want a picture of you." He says, groaning. I giggle. "Why do they want that?" I ask. He throws his phone down onto my bed and sighs. "I don't know!" He exclaims, and my giggling pulls him into laughing and then we're just laughing.

Then his phone rings. I grab it off the bed and examine the caller id. "It's Yoongi." He says, his hand settling softly on my knee. I answer the call. "Hello." I chime in, and Hoseok snickers beside me. "Hi, is this Miss Soulmate?" He asks, and I try to memorize his voice. "Yup, that's me. And you must be Mister Other Member." I say, and I hear a few chuckles. "Yup, that's me. Hey, can you put us on speaker?" He asks, and I pull the phone down. I click the speaker button.

"You're on speaker." I hum, and then Hoseok is bombarded with questions. "Who is she?" "Is she ARMY?" "Is she funny?" "What's her name?" And many others. Hoseok waits patiently for them to start, then clears his throat. "I need you guys to say that all again, one at a time." He says. A soft, low pitched voice starts. "What's her name?" I hum. "It's Ara. Choi Ara." I introduce myself. 
"Oh hi I'm Taehyung." He says back. I grin.

"Nice to meet you Taehyung." I chime back, and another voice clears there throat. "Is she ARMY?" Another, higher pitched voice chimes in. Hoseok catches my eye, and he bites his lip. "She's not really into groups, she took her sister to our concert." He explains. They 'oooh' for a few moments. "Is she nice?" A smaller, soft voice asks. "Of course she is, Kook." He chuckles. I turn to him, grinning. 

"What's it feel like?" I hear a deep voice (not Taehyung's but a different deep voice) ask softly. "It's weird. Kinda hurts to be apart." He says simply. Another round of 'ooh's. "So that's why I'm staying here tonight. No sex on my bed Jimin." He says in a warning tone. I giggle as the rest of them laugh. "Oooh looks like my pajamas are here. Talk to you later, bye!" Hoseok hangs up quickly. Then he takes more pictures of me. Sigh.

He sighs in releif as he stands, hand sliding to mine. "I hope he doesn't fuck on my bed." He whines, and we laugh together. "I'll retrieve the pajamas." I say, and he nods. I stand up, and let go of his hand. When I get to the door I have to stop to open it, making him pout. "Hurry." He says, and I skip down the stairs all the way to the front door. I open the door, and grab the bag from the man quickly. "Thanks." I say, and shut the door. I lock it, before skipping back upstairs. It hurts more, and I shut the door behind me. 

He's standing, waiting for me and he pulls me into a hug, erasing the pain entirely. "This would kinda suck if I didn't have to be stuck with you." He says into my hair. I chuckle, and step back. "Here's your order sir." I say, and he chuckles. 

He dumps the bag out onto my bed and I see two packages. "Oh wait..." I trail off when he holds one out to me with a grin. It's two unicorn onesies, and I almost melt at his cuteness. "Can we please?" He asks, and I soften at his adorable grin. "Yeah, sure." I say softly, and he turns and sits on my bed. He buries his head into my pillow and I giggle. 

I quickly strip to my underwear (yes I'm the kind of girl to sleep wearing a bra) and put the onesie on. "You can look." I say. He looks up and grins again, and walks forward to grab my hand again, erasing the pain. "Adorable." He says, making me wrinkle my nose. "Sap." I tease, and he sticks his tongue out again playfully. "Now, you put on yours." I say, turning and putting my head against the door.

 He taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see him in an identical onesie. I grin, and his hand slides into mine. "I'm tired." He says, and I nod. "So am I." I giggle. He hesitates. "Just get in the bed, Idol-ssi." I chuckle, and he climbs in my bed. I climb in with him, and his hand just finds mine under the covers. 

I exhale softly. "This is nice." He says, and I hum. I flip off the light and we kind of gravitate into each other's arms. I find that the closer we are, the more fuzzy and warm I get. It feels right, as if I wasn't completely whole, but now I am? Or close to whole? Who knows?

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