The Eight | A BTS Soulmate Fic |

Chapter 35

It was concert day. They could sleep in a bit, and The Muse was all for that. She was tired. Her dreams got a little crazy, with Yoongi and Jungkook joining in. She didn't think it was something they did on purpose. Their minds just reached for each other for comfort and connection.

    Everyone seemed a little more on edge as they prepared for this show. They all were extra attentive to the finer details. The Muse felt their anxiety and the pressure they were all putting on themselves to be perfect. It wasn't just to make the concert perfect. They, themselves, wanted to be perfect. She frowned at that, wondering where that need came from.

    Tempers were easily roused with this extra pressure. She was trying extra hard to stay out of the way, but being an empath meant that she felt their emotions and she found her mood was being affected by theirs. Soon enough it was time for her to be taken to her place underneath the stage to stay clear of the action and watch on the tv.

"Are you alright, Highness?" Steve asked.

"I'm fine." She said a little tersely, "There's just a lot of heightened emotions to sift through today."

Steve nodded, trying to be sympathetic, and took his post outside her curtain.

  Her Warriors were in such a state that they all forgot to stop and get their good luck kisses. It's not that they needed them, but she thought it was a fun way to start the show and she was sad that it wasn't going to happen. Breathing deep, remembering the tricks she used in her old life when anxiety would overtake her, she tried closing her eyes and clearing her mind. Letting all of the excess emotions that weren't hers go.

    But there was a much stronger emotion that was filling her mind. It was the overwhelming joy and excitement, love and adoration that came from the crowd. The Muse let those feelings move through her, channeling them to her Warriors without meaning to. She wasn't thinking about doing it. In fact, she thought she was meditating for herself.

But over near the left, her group of 7 men were standing in a circle and had their hands together ready to do their chant when they all felt the shift in their emotions. It was quite the swing to go from so anxious and stressed to elated like that. All of them felt it, but only the men that had reconnected with their Queen understood what had just happened. There wasn't time to talk about it. It was time to hit the stage.

   The show that night was explosive. Their energy seemed to hit a new high. Even when the show was completed, their energy was far more than usual.

The Muse on the other hand, was exhausted.

What started as a way to calm her emotions turned into channeling the crowds energy into her Warriors. For the whole show. She was tired. She was hungry. She was in desperate need of a cuddle. And chocolate, too.

But, she was staying with Jimin that night, so she was highly doubtful about the cuddle. But he'd been warming to her, so the chocolate could probably happen. 

     Jimin had noticed that she seemed quiet and tired, and made sure to order a large dinner for them. She devoured everything he gave her. That made him chuckle, "You have quite the appetite, don't you?" He asked as she dove head first into her dessert.

She gave a little snort at that, "I do. I really do."

He laughed as he cleared the dishes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

    The Muse felt nice and full. She could use some touch, but didn't want to press Jimin for it. He was being very kind tonight. She had hopes for the future.

She wandered to the window and looked out at the bustling city as she thought about the vision Sejong had given her, of the life they are supposedly going to have. Of the happiness and serenity she felt in that moment he shared. Of the love she had felt for her husbands and all of those children. Good god there had been a lot of children. And as daunting as that sounded, it still made her smile.

    Jimin roused her from her musings as he suddenly appeared in front of her, one of his hands landing on her waist,

"Whatever you're thinking about, you should think about it all the time." She cocked her head at that statement, looking him in the eye.

"What do you mean?" She asked him, both thrilled and wary that he was touching her.

"Whatever it was put that look of happiness and that smile on your face. It made my heart clench. I want to find a way to keep that look on your face."

      His other hand came up at that and cupped her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her.