SOUL } BTS

SOUL } 52

When I open my eyes, I immediately feel the absence of Namjoon's presence. I feel Jin's arms wrapped around my bare skin, the shirt pulled up to his arms. I gently unwrap his arms and slip out of bed. I take a moment to take a picture of sleeping Seokjin before I search the hotel room for Namjoon. Nowhere. I start getting worried instantly. It's his day. I text him quickly.

✨✨Babygirl✨✨: Joonie are you okay? 

His cellphone dings from the side table, still plugged in. Shit, I thought it was Seokjin's.

I sigh, getting dressed as I text the other boys, asking if they have Namjoon. Only Yoongi doesn't text back, and it's 7 already so he should be up. I pull on my jeans, shoes, and pull my hair into a messy bun before going out to find him. I hesitate before leaving, grabbing Namjoon's jumper before going to find him. I text Nichole for the first time since getting her number. 

😇😈💀👻👽🤖👩: Is Namjoon there?

Friendo(?)🤪: No...

And I check the lobby, the pool area and then I sigh. Then I realize, holy shit, where would I go if I had a panic attack or some shit? The roof. I head up there quickly, up all the stairs, and when I finally get to the last door, I open it easily. I see Namjoon in just his sweatpants, sitting on the roof with his feet dangling over the edge. I curse, approaching him carefully. "Joonie?" I ask gently, and he turns. He has tears stains on his face, eyes filled with the salty water. His lips are red from being bitten, and his eyes puffy.

He sniffles, and I slide next to him. "H- Hi baby-girl." He stutters, wiping at his face, a small smile appearing on his face. "Ah, Namjoon-ah, what's wrong?" I ask, and he sniffles as he looks at me with such a sad look. "I know it's just this fucking day, Ara, but I feel so... bad." His voice breaks, and I scoot back from the ledge and pull him into my arms. He starts crying and I feel my heart aching as he cries into my chest, settling on my lap. I rub his bare back gently, comfortingly. "How can I help, Joon-ah?" I ask softly, and he sniffs. 

"Just... don't leave me? Please? I know I shouldn't say that... It's wrong... I'm sorry... forget it." He stutters, pulling back from me. "Of course I won't leave you, Joonie. You're my soulmate." I say, and he sniffles. "Thank you." He sniffs, sitting back on the cold concrete. I now untie his jumper from where I tied it on my waist, and pull it over his head. "I don't want you catching a cold." I mumble, and he sniffs again. "M'sorry." He mumbles, looking down. "You probably don't want to see me anyways. I'm pretty ugly." He mumbles. Oh, not this. Please, please, please not this. 

"Aw Joon, you're not ugly." I mumble. I lean over to him and pull myself into his lap, looking at his face gently. "See, if you're ugly than I'm a hag." I say, and he shakes his head. "You're the most gorgeous person I've ever met." He says. "And you are one of the 7 most attractive people I've ever seen in my life." I say, and he sighs. "Probably #7." He says softly. I click my teeth. "It doesn't work that way, you see. You and the other guys all tie for first place." I say, and he looks at me. "Really?" He asks, and I nod. 

"For sure." I say in English. He smiles gently. "So Jin's not the most handsome man you've ever seen? Jungkook's not the cutest?" He asks in English, and I chuckle. "Joon, it's not like that. I have a type, and that's Bangtan. Okay?" I ask, and he smiles. "I understand." He says, and lays back. I giggle, laying down on the concrete and curling into him, watching his face as he analyzes the sky. "I'm sorry I'm so emotional." He says, and I hum. "I heard it's normal to have emotions." I say, and he chuckles. "Thanks, baby-girl." He says. And we sit there, him watching the sky and making self-deprecating jokes every so-often and me shutting them down.

After a while, I get a text. 

Soulmate-ah 😜😝: You found Namjoon?

I smile. "It's just Hobi." I say, and Namjoon nods. 

My World Ara 😘: Yeah.. I'm with him now

Soulmate-ah 😜😝: Where are you guys? The dude from the hotel is here with your reports. Nobody understands him, really, 'cept Kookie 

Soulmate-ah 😜😝: We're at Hyung's room... 'cept Yoongi

My World Ara 😘: Okay, we're on our way :)
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I pull at Namjoon's sleeve. "Joon-ah, they need us downstairs." I mumble, and he smiles. "They need you, you mean." He says, and I shake my head. "Don't undermine my words, I said us." I say as I help him up. He wraps his arms around me from behind, squeezing me to his chest. "You're adorable in pink." He says, leaning closer to my ear. I giggle as I pull him down the stairs, and to his hotel room. Everyone's crowded around, except Yoongi. I sigh, hugging Jungkook, who's closest. "Where's Yoongi?" I ask, and he sighs. "He refuses to come out of his room. Thank you, Noona." He mumbles. I smile softly, turning to the suited guy from yesterday. 

"We have reviewed your statements and the security tapes and have decided that you are not responsible for the girl's ruined bathing suit. Sorry for our intrusion and any difficulty you may have experienced." He says, moving towards the door. "What about her? She and her friends were sexually harassing and being extremely racist and degrading towards Yoongi." I say, my voice raising in volume. "We don't have audio for security, and no way to confirm those accusations as it is three against one." He says, looking down. I narrow my eyes, and he winces. "Okay, I'll be on my way, now." He says, and scrambles to the door, slamming it behind him. I sigh.

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