#nvm that literally everyone else in my life sees me as very feminine

[dat-town]

My heart leads to you

Characters: best friend Yoongi & You

Setting: soulmate compass au, (slightly) sleeping beauty au, friend to lovers

Genre: fluff (despite the summary it’s fluff, i promise!)

Summary: “I think my soulmate is dead.”

Word count: 3.8k

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You will never forget the day when the pointer of your soulmate compass stopped.

It happened in the middle of your Advanced Economics exam. Sure, you weren’t bothered at first because it’s a common thing that the pointer stands still temporarily when your significant other isn’t moving, for example during sleep. But now it was stuck in that one position and didn’t move for the rest of the day. Or ever since for that matter. And that, that only happens when your other half, the one you are destined to be with is no longer alive.

 “What happens when you lost your soulmate? Can you have another one?”

You were six when you asked your mother about the consequences of losing your promised one, the pair of your soul. You have always wondered whether it hurt just like they were taking away something from you. Or is it something that can be replaced?

“Why do you ask, darling?” you mother looked up from the family accounting, frowning. Such a weird, gloomy question from a pre-schooler.

You, sitting opposite of her at the dining table, kept drawing with crayons as the answer rolled down from your tongue.

“Heejin from school said her parents will divorce. Does it mean they won’t be soulmates anymore?” you furrowed your eyebrows not understanding the concept of growing apart. Heejin’s parents will live in separate houses from now on, so she will have two rooms and two places to call home. At least that’s what she said. But you couldn’t put your finger on this. Why would one want to leave their soulmate behind? How could their love change?

But your mother had the answer, of course, because mothers always know everything.

“No-no, it doesn’t mean that, honey. Soulmates are for life. Sometimes they disagree and part ways, a few of them find their way back to each other, a few don’t but the universe is never wrong. They are your better half so you have to treasure them.”

“But… what if one of them dies? Will the marking fade?” you inquired further with your childish enthusiasm as you looked down on the compass tattoo on the inner side of your wrist. It’s nothing special, just a thin black pointer slightly moving inside of an ink circle as big as a coin. Everybody is born with it, it‘s as natural as a birthmark.

“No but it won’t move anymore. You will feel emptiness and cannot experience that kind of love only your soulmate can give to you. So once you find them, you have to take care of them, okay?”

You nodded while gently stroking your skin over the compass. Its vibrations were a little bit ticklish as the pointer moved and you watched it in awe. Soulmate compasses work like normal compasses but not quite. While the magnetized one always points at a stable, unmoving point, North based on your location, the soulmate one depends on your significant other’s position and movements that required location changes while not counting your coordinates in the equation. So finding them isn’t as easy as it sounds even with a compass.

Not even a minute later you went back to drawing since as a six-years-old, your attention span lasted only this long. But it just struck you now that you haven’t forgotten about what happens to soulmates without their other half.

 After experiencing the first sign, you tried to calm yourself down with poor excuses. Maybe your soulmate broke their leg and couldn’t move. But you knew very well that the pointer trembled even at the slightest movements. However yours were deadly still.

No more buzzing, itching feeling in your wrist. The sight of the constantly angle-changing compass used to stir up butterflies in your stomach, fuelled your excitement towards the day when the pointer would go completely crazy near your soulmate. But now it just made you sad. More so, because there was nobody you could really talk to about it.

When you told your parents, they looked at you like they were grieving an unborn child. They even offered you consultation with a psychologist who specialized in the field of people losing their soulmates. But the thing was: you couldn’t lose them because you have never even had the opportunity to have one to begin with. You never met, you had no idea how he or she (let’s not forget the fifty-fifty chance) was like. How could you grieve somebody you didn’t even know?

But there was somebody you would have liked to talk about it, whom you wanted to tell everything because you knew he would never judge you. Min Yoongi wasn’t someone who would do that. Even if it was something pitiful like that a part of you was relieved now because you couldn’t possibly disappoint the one who was doomed to be with you. You knew it was harsh and unfair but a part of you dreaded the day when your soulmate would have enough of you like all your previous boyfriends did. You knew that if somebody then Yoongi would understand it, just like he understands the complexity of you.

You ‘met’ via Soundcloud where he uploads his music and you occasionally do vocal covers of English songs. For you, it’s just a hobby but for him, it’s his life and it should be because he’s amazingly talented, there are seriously no words for his work. Sometimes you still can’t believe that he, Agust D messaged you one day proposing a collab.

 agust_d liked your audio ‘SIA - Chandelier cover’ and  ‘The NBHD - Sweather Weather acoustic cover’

You have a new message from agust_d!

 hello starlight sonata,

i really liked the english covers you uploaded. i was wondering if you would feature in one of my tracks? since you’re following me i guess you know i’m a rapper but this new song needs a vocal, preferably feminine and i think yours would fit the melody nicely. i enclosed a preview of the instrumental, let me know what you think.

agust d

p.s. i saw in your bio that you’re also korean, cheers!

 There was no way you could say no to that. Of course, you agreed and you two immediately clicked when you started talking about music. Even after releasing So far away, you messaged each other almost every day. After one point, you were talking not only about music related topics but literally everything.

 To: yoongs ♡

I just got a free coffee at Starbucks today

From: yoongs ♡

great. that’s exactly what i need.

give it to me

pleeeease

To: yoongs ♡

But you’re 2800 miles away

From: yoongs ♡

don’t quote blackbear on me

and ilsan is 200 miles away at most

To: yoongs ♡

Are you from Seoul or…?

From: yoongs ♡

yeah. seoul.

originally daegu, though. hence my alias

To: yoongs ♡

Ooooh D-boy, right. How could I forget?

So Seoul, that’s cool. Whatcha doing there?

From: yoongs ♡

trying to make it big with a few friends

namjoon and hobi are rappers too, we share a studio, it’s cheaper

joon is from ilsan too btw

To: yoongs ♡

Then you should all come visit so I can finally see your face

From: yoongs ♡

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here. you happy?

 Well, happy wasn’t the first adjective that comes to your mind. It was more like surprised. He looked so cute in that white hoodie, fluffy, messy blonde hair and nose crunch. He was undeniably handsome. Still, you got why he didn’t post his face all over his social media, he probably wanted people to follow him because of his music and not his looks.

 To: yoongs ♡

Very

You are way cuter than I expected

You know, from someone who sends people to Hong Kong with their tongue technology

FYI, it’s a compliment

From: yoongs ♡

it sounded like teasing to me but nvm

your turn!

To: yoongs ♡

I never promised anything

From: yoongs ♡

it’s only fair

how else could i know you are not a 40 years old bored wife at home?

To: yoongs ♡

It’s called TRUST

From: yoongs ♡

so are you? i mean married?

To: yoongs ♡

No, jeez. Not even a boyfriend

Fine. Give me one sec.

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Me feat the coffee you WON’t get

From: yoongs ♡

are you kidding me?

did you just download an idol’s selfie?

To: yoongs ♡

Wow i don’t even know if i should take it as a compliment or insult

From: yoongs ♡

no it’s just… how are you still single?

To: yoongs ♡

I guess I just haven’t found the right one yet

From: yoongs ♡

you are pretty, your soulmate will be very lucky

To: yoongs ♡

Thanks...

 Since then he bombarded you with selfies taken from that one angle that kills you and even though you had never met face-to-face, he was like a best friend to you. You complained to him about exams and assignments while he whined about his part-time job - being a pizza delivery boy - and missing Holly, their dog. You recommended each other movies, played 20 questions way a lot more than it counts as 20 questions, talked all night about music and silly things. But beyond listening to each other, you were also there to support each other every time the other needed it.

Yet, when you needed him the most, he was nowhere.

 To: yoongs ♡

I think my soulmate is dead.

 When he didn’t answer right away to your text, you weren’t surprised. When he was working and got into the zone, he was a little distant and slow but not answering for a week? That was unheard of. You couldn’t decide whether you should be worried or pissed off. You decided against the latter when two weeks passed and he still hadn’t uploaded anything new to his account. You DMed his friend, Joon who went by RapMon on Soundcloud to ask about him. His reply was immediate.

Oh, shit, sorry I didn’t contact you. It’s been crazy here. Yoongi hyung was involved in an accident, got hit by a car during work. He’s stabilized now but still in hospital.

You could only think of one question: which one? and with the answer you got, you dropped everything else. You didn’t worry about your probably dead soulmate at all when you were on the next train to Seoul. You couldn’t believe you were whining about being ignored while Yoongi had been in hospital for two weeks already because a freaking car hit him. Maybe it was regret that persuaded you to make that impulsive decision of going to Seoul. Or maybe it was something else.

You merely glanced at your bare wrist and the frozen pointer before stepping into the hospital’s hall with a bouquet of flowers. You brought the forget-me-nots only to tease the boy but with a warm heart still. The clinic smelled like any other and the ridiculously white walls made you anxious. For no longer you felt comfortable in your body with the colourful flowers in your hand that made you feel like you were visiting a sick grandma. You tentatively approached the door following the receptionist’s directions. To your relief, a familiar guy was waiting in front of it and when he saw you, he walked right up to you.

"Hi. Y/N, right? I’m Namjoon," he greeted you with a welcoming smile that deepened his dimples. He was a lot taller than you thought, you had to practically arch your back so you could look him in the eye while answering.

"Glad to finally meet you."

"Likewise. So bad the occasion isn’t the best," he grimaced, forehead crinkled with worry. It reminded you why you came in the first place.

“How is he?”

“Taken the circumstances he’s okay. A few fractured ribs, nothing broken though but…” the rapper gulped nervously, nibbling on his lower lip. “He has a severe head trauma.”

“As in?” You weren’t quite well-informed when it came to medical jargon. Did it mean he lost his memories or what?

“It means he hit his head so hard that despite his promising vitals he doesn’t wake up.” Oh. Now you finally understood why Namjoon wrote that there would be no point of your visit. But you were so stubborn you wanted to come no matter what. What’s more, since it was your first time meeting you wanted to look pretty and put on a nice light blue dress. Well, it look like he won’t see you anyway.

“Can I see him though?” you asked stubbornly, not wanting to go back without seeing him after you came such a long way for that. You had no idea if there was any special protocol, maybe visiting hours restriction for patients in coma You didn’t know if you could even see him in this state but you hoped wholeheartedly that you didn’t come in vain. One look and it would be enough, you told yourself.

“Sure. He would be happy to have you here.” Namjoon showed you the way to the right door.  “He talks about you a lot, you know...”

“Yeah, all the time,” another voice chimed in, stepping out of the room you were ready to enter. “Hi! I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hobi like my friends and their friends do. And now I’m starving so we would leave the big guy with you.”

“Sure.” “We will be back in an hour tops and don’t worry about it, you can leave him alone. It’s not like he could go anywhere, we just like to keep him company,” Namjoon waved to you as Hosok dragged him away until they disappeared in the hospital hallways.

“Kiss him awake!” The smiley boy shouted back and that left you speechless, blinking blankly. You waved back hesitantly, still processing what just happened and what you should do. Right, visiting Yoongi.

You were taken aback by your rapidly beating heart. Why were you so nervous? It’s not like he would be up and awake. And it’s Yoongi anyway, no need to be worried. You took a deep breath and stepped into the white hospital room. It looked just like in tv dramas and you smiled at the several Get well soon balloons wishing him quick recovery. You put the flowers into the empty vase on the nightstand and poured water in it from a pot. Then and just then you let yourself look at him.

With his hair falling onto his gauze-covered forehead, eternal calmness spreading on his lovely features he looked as if he was just sleeping. You stepped closer scratching your itching wrist and bent down to brush the boy’s fringe away from his closed eyes. How was that possible that he was even more handsome in real life? He was dressed in common hospital attire, attached to a heart monitor and kept alive with infusion. Still, he looked like a sleeping beauty.

You wondered what somebody’s soulmate felt if the other was in such state? How would the compass act? Unmoving without deadweight? And would the life functions of the person in coma be enough to keep his own compass working?

You were too curious for your own good so you touched Yoongi’s arm that rested by his body gently. He didn’t even stir but when you turned it over and took a look at his right wrist, his compass was vividly alive. The pointer couldn’t stop spinning around in a speed that made you dizzy. It didn’t made sense. Compasses should only act like this around their soulmates while yours was only itching like crazy. However, looking down at it, observing its curves closely you figured out why: your pointer kept fidgeting like it wanted to move but couldn’t.

Which meant that your soulmate wasn’t dead after all. He was only unconscious.

You should have known, finally the puzzle pieces find their place: Yoongi was the one destined for you.

You have often imagined what your first meeting with your soulmate would look like. You daydreamed about romantic buzzing with a sense of surprise, maybe fear of disappointment. But now that it happened, you were strangely calm, almost happy. Your soulmate was the boy who talked you to sleep when you couldn’t fall asleep, who asked you to sing to him when he was tired, the one who thought you were smart, talented, funny and pretty. So why almost happy? Well, meeting in a hospital while he was in coma isn’t the most romantic way to meet but a memorable one for sure.

What did just Hobi suggest?

“True love’s kiss, huh?” you snorted, giggling to yourself.

It was not like you to kiss somebody you just met. But this was Yoongi who also happened to be your soulmate. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Nothing, literally nothing. However, on the bright side, he could wake up. Why not test the gossips they are whispering about soulmate bonds and how special they are?

So you acted on impulse, you didn’t think, you just dived in and let yourself drown. Planting a kiss on a pair of unmoving, dry lips wasn’t the most romantic of experience but you swore you could feel the spark, that familiar tingling in your wrist, under the layer of your skin but you didn’t bother to look away from Yoongi’s face. Those long, fluttering eyelashes, the apples of his cheeks, the tint on his pale skin and the lips you just kissed. It didn’t take a minute and they were widening in a sharp inhale which was closely followed by a slow exhale.

What?!

To say you were awestruck is probably an understatement. You were so lost off words you couldn’t even formulate a normal sentence, much less execute any normal human activity noting that the boy you just kissed on the mouth suddenly woke up from a two-week-long coma. And to top it all, you were still only a few inches away from him face when he opened his eyes.

“Hi,” Yoongi blinked at you still half-asleep, voice raspy and words slurred but his coffee brown eyes were sparkling like thousand morning stars and so beautiful, it made your chest hurt.

“Hi yourself,” you beam at him pulling away, a little embarrassed. Even without looking, you knew your compass was spinning like a madman-driven carousel and you suddenly felt shy. What if he felt it, too? And what if he didn’t?

“Am I dreaming? Or is this heaven?” he asked drowsily, tone thick with sleep, a bit of flirty-ish as he looked around in the blinding white room and tried to sit up.

“Eww, I didn’t know you’re such a cheeseball, Min Yoongi,” you teased lightly and had the urge to playfully hit him on the chest but stopped yourself in time. There must have been some human decency protocol about not abusing physically people who just woke up from coma. So instead, you helped him arranging his pillows and keep him a leverage so he could move backwards until he was in a sitting position.

“Only for you,” he winked at you, mouth pulled in a smirk, probably still high on medicine. But yet again, you found yourself too close to his face and it took your breath away. He had a comical bandage all around his head and he smelled like antiseptics but he could still make you blush. Unfair.

You decided against playing along with him and sat down on the bed, putting an appropriate distance between you. Clearing your throat, you asked the question that had already threatened to fall from your lips: “Did you know?”

“What?” Yoongi blinked, confused and you should have remembered that maybe he was still not entirely conscious but you had too many feeling conjured up inside of you. You felt like you were going to burst if you didn’t get answers.

“That we are soulmates, idiot.”

Hearing you say it out loud, Yoongi grinned widely, showing off his gummy smile and looked down at his hands oddly shy. He watched his own restless compass for a whole three seconds that had driven you crazy before he answered:

“Kinda,” he shrugged and you gaped at him. He sounded a lot more sure than a ‘kinda’.

“How long?”

“Since your European trip. My compass went crazy when you were on the plane,” Yoongi explained and it all made sense. His frantic messages asking about when you would arrive back from your vacation, his offer that he could pick you up at the Seoul airport so that you could finally meet. But in the end, it didn’t work out because he had a show that day and your dad came for you anyway. Weeks passed, the university semester started for you and you were just as apart as you were before.

Until now.

“Ah that’s why you wanted to meet me so desperately,” you laughed, all giddy and happy that Yoongi wanted the same thing as you. But what was it exactly?

“I wasn’t that desperate,” the boy was quick to protest since he couldn’t let his pride get hurt. You knew well Min Yoongi was a prideful man but you liked to test your limits.

“Keep telling yourself that. You even got hit by a car just to lure me here,” you chuckle feeling so incredibly relieved that you could be yourself this easily around him too, not only through texts, and that it wasn’t awkward at all. It felt natural, oh so right. Like the two of you were meant to be.

“It wasn’t on purpose, it hurt like hell,” you soulmate pouted and you wanted to kiss that frown away. Especially now that he played hard to get. “You know what? I take everything back, I don’t want you as a soulmate. You’re horrible.”

“But you like me,” the words were out of your mouth faster than you could stop them and you panicked for a moment. Oh how you hoped you didn’t read the signs wrong, so you decided to raise the bid and add all in.  “It’s okay, I like you, too.”

It looked like that was what Yoongi was waiting for because his smile softened, turning into a beaming one.

“Good. Now kiss me properly,” he sighed, out of breath already and you lean forward slowly this time, engraving each passing second and the look on Yoongi’s face, the way his eyes fluttered close and his hot breath fanned over your mouth while your soulmate compasses danced to the rapid beat of your hearts.

You will never forget the day when you fell in love with your soulmate.

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