An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The amount of times where i have my mouth wide open. This fic is amazing well up to 18 ig cause the last parts are kinda not completed it’s a hindsight honestly. Well warning tho… Torture, Temporary MCD😞 i wished it was complete tho
Pairings: You x Hoseok (mention of taekookmin soulmates)
460 words
GENRE: Supernatural (y/n can see the future), Angst.
Warnings: none, but it does not end well lol.
NOTE: It has been sitting on my draft for like forever and I just edited it, I’m like hmmm it’s okay ! Sounds good ! So here we go (it’s a little sorry for Moonchild and Time heals taking forever to be updated lol). Take care everyone !! I’m trying to finish both Moonchild and Time Heals’ chapters asap and since I’m in a good mood to write (and I have time whooohooo!!) it should go well hehe ! I’m excited to write suddenly, so I’ll go back to Moonchild’s chap uwu love you lots everyone! Sorry for breaking hearts with this one lol
Maybe seeing the future was a gift. That’s what you had always believed, at least.
You saw your best friend Namjoon succeeding in getting his dream job; his smile was blinding in your vision, and you saw yourself next to him on the pictures of the celebration diner. It made you smile as brightly as him.
You laughed when you saw Jimin and Jungkook, in their thirties, opening their own dance studio and finally meeting their last soulmate, the infamous Taehyung. A name that had been inked on both of their arms, leaving them waiting and hopeful to meet their third soulmate. The Jimin and Jungkook from your timeline were still hopefully waiting to meet their last person. Little did you know that their last boy would shyly come out to ask if he could register for the hip-hop dance class before falling head over heels for your two friends.
You applauded as loudly as you could when you saw Yoongi’s first piano recital. He looked so bashful under the applause, but you saw your group of friends, close to the stage, yelling congratulations, and it’s all you could ever ask for when you see someone taking a picture of the seven of you (Taehyung was not there apparently, it must have been before Jimin and Jungkook met him).
You almost cried when you saw Seokjin’s baby for the first time. It made you shiver a bit when you realized that it wouldn’t be much longer before he would drop the news of him finally adopting (in your own timeline) because the Seokjin you saw in your vision didn’t look much older than the one of your own timeline. You were happy nonetheless to see him with the prettiest daughter laughing in his arms. He would be the most dotting dad ever, yet probably the best. She’d be a happy child with Seokjin as her dad, you knew that for sure.
Sometimes your gift spoiled surprises and it made you believe that it might be a curse instead, especially when you saw your boyfriend, Hoseok, with the brightest eyes you’d ever seen while glancing at a ring. He looked so happy, so nervous, so fragile in your vision, that you had almost wanted to interfere and tell him that you would always say yes to him. Tomorrow, in two years, in twenty. It didn’t matter. You’d always been in love with your childhood friend, there was no one to deny that, not even your shy self.
But you’ll never get to do that, never get to tell him because, in your vision, it’s not you who he kneels in front of. It’s not you who says yes to your boyfriend.
And maybe you truly believe that your gift is a curse.
