SoulEnemies {pt 2} // MYG
Prompt: By the age of 10, nearly everyone has developed two tattoos, one on each arm. Each one is a date and a time, and one is when you’ll meet your soulmate. But the other is when you’ll meet your worst enemy. Until the closer date, most people worry about which will come first, but not you. Because your dates and times are exactly the same.
Pairing: Reader x Min Yoongi
Words: 5746
pt. 1 Masterlist
Enjoy!! -Cel
His hair was silky between your fingers as you gazed silently at one another. You had been talking for hours, moving from your bed to the kitchen, where you ordered a pizza which currently sat mostly eaten and growing colder by the moment on the table. Yoongi had coaxed you onto his lap with a kiss on the knuckles and a mischievous grin. You slowly obliged, sitting with both legs on one side of his. Straddling could wait for a different day, especially since you still wore a dress. He trailed a finger down your jaw, coming to a stop at your chin, where he slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip. The touch sent shivers down your spine.
“God, I’ve waited so long for today...” he whispered, his eyes doing yet another once-over of your features. You let yours do the same, noting his plump lips, only made fuller by the copious amounts of kissing which had already taken place. His cheekbones and jawline made his face angular, while his cheeks were slightly rounded. But it was his eyes that truly captivated you, a dark color which, upon further inspection, you found to be a deep brown which you had originally thought was black instead. His thick lashes dusted his cheeks as he lowered his eyes, and you felt something stir as you realized he also had a light layer of makeup, meant only to define and emphasize those beautiful eyes of his.
“And you think I haven’t?” you murmured back, leaning down to pepper his cheek and jaw with light kisses. He drew in a slow breath, leaning his head back slightly as you kissed just below his ear. “My first tattoo came at nine, and then the waiting game started.” You wrapped one arm around his neck, the other one nearly tangling in his perfect hair.
The feel of the entire room shifted as he chuckled lowly, moving back slightly to look at you. “I’ve got you beat,” he smirked. “Try eight...” The words didn’t have time to register before his lips were on you, nipping at the flesh of your neck. You felt his tongue dart out, making you gasp ever so slightly. But apparently it was enough to encourage him, and he let his teeth drag over the spot where your pulse raced the fastest, sucking gently. Your hand, still in his hair, tightened a bit, making him groan quietly. Something in your stomach twinged, and you realized if this went on much longer, it would escalate a little faster than you had originally planned.
Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away, though it took every ounce of power in you to do so. It would have been so simple, so easy, to let it morph into what you knew came next, but you had just met a few hours ago. Time was something you would have plenty of. Placing your forehead against his, you fought to keep your breathing level, but as you slowly met his gaze, you could have stopped breathing altogether. Those beautiful eyes of his were clouded with what you could only describe as lust, but before you could fully register the look, it was gone, replaced by the whisper of fingers gliding down your arm. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to press another kiss against your knuckles.
“Sorry about that, jagiya...” he mumbled against your skin.
“It’s alright,” you smiled softly at the title. “I want to know more about you, Min Yoongi. Tell me more.” At his curious gaze, you simply smiled, before slipping onto the floor and leading him by the hand to the couch. “Actually, tell me about it right after I go change out of the only fancy dress I own,” you blushed as you remembered you still had it on.
“I’ll be waiting,” he smirked, sitting down and slinging an arm over the back of the couch. With that, you made your way to your room, where you shut the door quietly behind you before slumping against it for a moment. You had to catch your breath as one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen sat on your crummy couch not ten feet away. You could still feel his lips, pressed against your own as you moved to undress. You struggled to reach the zipper for a moment but got it down after a few seconds. Sliding the fabric off, you nearly stumbled over to your dresser, where you retrieved a simple pair of leggings, along with a more comfortable bra and a somewhat baggy t-shirt. You froze, however, as you spotted the delicate purple marks already setting into your skin. The sight brought butterflies to your stomach as you once again felt the press of lips to skin, followed closely by teeth and tongue...
Shaking your head slightly to clear it, you wondered if this was the appropriate attire to wear in front of a multi-millionaire, before remembering that this was your home and you could wear whatever you wanted. Heading back out to the main room, you found Yoongi with one leg folded beneath the other as he scrolled silently through his phone, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he read something. He didn’t seem to have noticed you yet, so you stood quietly by the wall to let him finish whatever it was he was up to. It would have worked too, had it not been for the old floorboards creaking underfoot as you shifted slightly.
His head raised, eyes finding yours in an instant. They softened as his mouth grew into a smile. “Well, that was fast.” He chuckled, leaning forward to set his phone on the table in front of him. You shrugged slightly, moving toward him. “That wasn’t anything important,” he glanced at his phone as if reading your mind. “And even if it was, tonight is all about you and getting to know you better anyway.”
With a nod, you settled beside him, pulling your legs up onto the couch in front of you even as you leaned back. “So, how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking...” You turned your head to watch him as he repositioned beside you. His suit jacket had been hung on the back of his chair earlier, but his white dress shirt was pulled tight against his arms and chest as he moved.
“Twenty-five, nearly twenty-six. I was born in Daegu, but moved here when I was 20 and haven't left since.” Yoongi cocked his head slightly until it was the same angle as yours. “And what about you, Y/N. I know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age, but I do believe this is an exception...” His sly grin made your insides knot and twist with longing.
“Only twenty-one,” you admitted, the number sounding much smaller as you realized that left nearly a five year age gap. Nerves became intermingled with the twisted feeling still in your stomach as thoughts whirled in your mind; how would your parents respond to this, what would your friends think.... does he have more experience?
You must have been deep in thought, because you almost didn’t notice him tugging you between his legs, pulling you close so your back lay flush against his chest. His arms circled your shoulders and you lay there, slightly stunned as he pressed kisses to your hair. “It’s alright, Y/N. Four years truly isn’t that much, I promise,” he hummed as the tip of his nose ran along the shell of your ear. “I would never hurt you...”
It took you a moment to gather your words, and when you did they sounded weak coming from your lips. “So I guess you really did wait longer...”
The rest of the night consisted of the two of you getting to know one another better. You talked for hours, cramming in as much information about yourselves as you could until you were on the verge of sleep. Yoongi had noticed your head growing heavier against the arm on which you were propped later that night. He couldn’t help but smile as he stood and took you up off the couch. As if you weighed nothing, he brought you carefully to your bedroom, where he gently placed you on your bed. Your mind was hazy with sleep as he pulled up the blanket and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“I’m glad it was you,” you heard him whisper as he leaned down to press a tender kiss against your forehead. Straightening, he moved to the door and paused to glance back at you, already fast asleep after such an eventful day. With a small smile, he shut the door behind him as he moved to put on his coat. He then looked for something to write with, and once he found an old pen and a sticky note, he neatly wrote out his number and the words Text me :) before placing the note on the door to your microwave, hoping you’d see it in the morning. As he found himself stepping out the door, he pulled out his phone once again, finding it brimming with messages and emails. But as he made his way to his car, all he thought about was you.
Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you gazed up at the ceiling, from which hung a patterned cloth and twinkle lights. The room started out bare and white, with nothing but a bed and an old dresser. But with a little money and a couple trips to local thrift stores, you had made it into a space you really loved. The sheets and comforter were white, but you supposed that reflected your innocence and naivete in a world filled with messed up people. A rolling hanger rack stood in the corner to the far right, and a cheap desk was in the other, complete with a refurbished director-style chair you’d found about a year ago.
As early morning sunlight streamed through lace window coverings, you stretched your arms over your head, which you then turned to look at the clock beside your bed. It was merely 8:40, though that was later than you tended to get up. Wondering why that was, you thought back to last night, before it all came rushing back.
Plump lips on your neck, fingertips trailing over your skin. It was a night filled with hesitant intimacy and veiled emotions, and you had never been so blissfully happy. The scent, the sight, even the taste of him rushed to the forefront of your memory as you let out a contented sigh. Min Yoongi was better than you could have hoped, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him… The only issue was getting ahold of him.
Pushing yourself up off your pillows, you found you wore the same clothes you’d changed into last night. Sighing, you shook your head and crawled out of bed. Even as a queen size, it was barely enough to accommodate both you as well as all the plushies and pillows you had piled along the side, but what could you say? Without a pet (or a boyfriend), what else were you supposed to cuddle with at night? Sliding on your socks again, you shuffled out of your room to the kitchen.
A little orange square immediately caught your eye as you glanced around. Hurrying over, you peeled it off, a grin spreading across your face. Running to retrieve your phone, you typed his number in and opened up a new message. Pausing to think for a moment, you settle on a simple ‘Good morning :)’ text. Setting the device on the table after adding his number to a new contact, you moved to the fridge to find something to eat. The last of the pizza had been placed in there, probably Yoongi’s doing, and you smiled as you pulled it out and made it your breakfast. With no warning, your phone cut through the silence of the room, making you jump before you whirled around to find Yoongi’s newly-added name lighting up the screen. Grinning, you happily answered.
“Good morning love,” came his voice, soft on the other end of the line. “I see you found my little note then?”
“Good morning to you too, and yes I did,” you felt your smile widen at the pet name. “Thanks for that. And for saving the rest of the pizza. It’s become a really great breakfast for me.”
“Sometime when I don’t have to come into work early, I think I'm gonna take you to a nice breakfast,” he chuckled, sounding somewhat far away.
“That would be great.” You wondered how he was feeling after yesterday, and when you’d be able to meet up again. “So when do you get off today?” you asked curiously.
He sighed, sounding as if he was leaning back in his chair. “Not until late tonight,” he replied, sounding somewhat dejected. “I wish I could spend some time with you today, but because of the event and all the planning that had to go into it, we’re behind schedule on several album releases, and since I’m the head producer, I’m taking the heat of it right now…”
“Don’t worry about it, really. It’s not like it can be helped,” you assured him softly. A long moment of silence passed between you before you turned around to lean against the counter. “Thank you, by the way.”
He hesitated for a brief moment, obviously thinking.”You’re welcome? What did I do to deserve your thanks?” Yoongi’s voice was brighter on the other end of the line, and you could hear the smile tinging his words.
“For everything last night. For getting me that gig, for spending the night with me… For not rejecting me just because we have double numbers,” you explained, a small bubble of happiness rising in your chest and spreading gentle warmth through your body.
“In that case, Y/N, you are most welcome.” You could practically see that gummy smile as he most certainly grinned to himself. “Maybe if you want, I could come over again tonight? It’ll probably be really late though, and I’d hate to keep you up,” he chuckled.
“Really, Yoongi. Don’t worry about it. You should focus on your projects. I don’t want to distract you. Plus I have some plans today anyhow so I won’t just be sitting around bored all day.” As much as you’d love to spend another night with him, you had enough patience to wait for him to have more time.
“Alright then.” There was a sound like a door opening and shutting in the background and he sighed again. “Hey, listen, I’ll call you later, okay? A session is about to start in a few minutes and I have some last minute preps to do.”
“Sounds good, I’ll talk to you later,” you smiled once more, pushing off from the counter. There was a moment of hesitation, as you tried to get out three little words that stuck in your throat. Not yet, you thought. You exchanged goodbyes before hanging up, leaving you in the silence of your apartment once more.
“You have got to be kidding me,” came a shocked voice from your front door. Whirling around, you found none other than Kim Taehyung, your long-time best friend, and fellow musician. Behind him trailed Jeon Jungkook, a tall young man who currently wore a face of apology. Taehyung had a key to your apartment, so he was always free to come in, though the door wasn’t currently locked since you had just gotten back from grocery shopping and had to make several trips up and down.
“What the hell are you going on about, Tae?” You rolled your eyes, returning to your previous task of putting all your newly-bought food where it belonged.
“How could you?” He asked, sounding extraordinarily offended. “You didn’t text me last night to tell me how things went, and I let it slide because I figured you might have spent the night together.” He placed a hand on his hip and huffed. “However, I at least expected some info come this morning, but what do I wake up to? A screen devoid of any texts and full of news stories about Min Yoongi’s new soulmate...” You froze at his words, glancing back to find him watching you with suspicious, narrowed eyes.
“Oh come on Tae, give Y/N a break. Obviously, she was busy this morning.” Jungkook gave you a smile before moving around the table. “We should help put things away, and then we can talk,” he chuckled, picking up a box of pasta. Due to the frequency of the pair’s visits, they had come to know where foods went in your kitchen, and the same went for you.
Sighing, Taehyung followed suit, and after several minutes, the work was finished and you were being dragged over to the couch. “Alright, spill it. I want every juicy detail, every word spoken, I must know all about this person,” he explained with a small grin as he and Jungkook sat on the other end of the couch.
“So...it’s Min Yoongi-” you began before you were cut off by a victorious shout.
“I told you! I knew it would be him after I saw that story today!” Tae turned to Jungkook, who sat there rolling his eyes and motioning you to continue.
And so you proceeded to tell the two everything that happened yesterday, from the moment you got the call in the shower to the time you were carried to bed. They listened patiently, nodding and humming along the entire time. You felt good telling them everything that had happened like somehow the words leaving your mouth allowed some invisible weight to lift from your shoulders.
“Well, I can’t say I’m all that surprised it was someone as famous as him,” Tae sighed as you finished the explanation, to which you raised your eyebrows in questioning. “I just mean that had you not been paired with someone famous, you’d have been able to find them online…”
You nodded, unable to challenge the truth in his words. In an age where the internet was so prevalent, people had taken to posting their numbers on all their social media profiles. Many people also paid for services that would scour the internet for someone whose numbers matched your own. If such a program could not find a match, it was likely the person in question was a celebrity, or simply had no social media. Most celebrities liked to keep their numbers secret, so as not to have fans trying to interfere with meeting their soulmates, or even their enemies. You had invested in one of the said programs when you were younger, but came up empty-handed, taking it as a glitch since you had double numbers. Now the reason behind your lack of answer was clearer.
“I guess you’re right,” you shrugged. “What do I do though? I never planned on him being so… famous, I guess.” The idea made your stomach drop slightly as you thought about how much Yoongi was in the public eye. Despite your hatred of rap music, you still knew his name from the news and social media. “I don’t know if I’m ready for all the publicity that comes along with him…”
“Y/N, if anyone could use some publicity, it’s you,” Jungkook spoke up. “You deserve every bit of attention that may come out of this, because your an amazing musician and an even more amazing person. This could be your big break.”
“Kookie is right,” Taehyung smiled. “Even though he’s part of a completely different genre, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have connections. And I’m sure as your soulmate, he’ll want you to be successful and will be willing to help you out.”
“I hope you guys are right…” your voice trailed off as you sighed, thoughts only on the man who had already changed your life so immensely.
Staring at your phone screen, you strongly debated whether or not to press the button. The call icon beckoned you from just beneath your thumb, and after another moment of hesitation, you took a deep breath, shut your eyes, and tapped it. No going back now, you thought as you raised the device to your ear. It rang three times before the man on the other end picked up.
There was a moment of silence as you marveled at the fact that he actually picked up before you came to your senses. “H-Hi, Yoongi…” you stammered slightly, mentally kicking yourself. Why were you so nervous all of a sudden?
“Hey, Y/N,” he replied softly, sounding exhausted. “How’s your day been?”
Sighing, you leaned fully against the back of the couch. “Pretty decent. But that’s not why I called. How was your day?” You smiled as you heard him chuckle softly.
“My day? It’s been pretty stressful but decently productive. And to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your lovely voice?” His words lit a spark in your chest, making you unable to catch your breath for a moment.
“Uhm, well… I know you said you’d be busy all day,” you started, fiddling with the hem of your shirt as the words forced themselves from your mouth. “But I was wondering if you wanted anything to eat? I’m sure there’s probably food at the studio, but I just thought I could maybe bring you something, but since I wasn’t sure I-”
“That would be great,” he laughed, stopping your ramble before it tumbled out of control. You sighed, scolding yourself for your sudden lack of confidence. “I really love Panda Express. Their honey walnut shrimp and chow mein are amazing.”
You snorted, “Of all the places around here, you want Chinese?” Shaking your head, you stood and looked around for your keys and wallet. “I guess a man wants what a man wants, huh?” This time it was his turn to make a sound, but his was more along the lines of a laugh.
“What can I say, the studio gives me cravings,” he laughed. “Are you planning on taking the train over here?” When you confirmed, he paused, sounding as if he were standing up from his chair. “Alright, be careful, please? I’ll go tell the receptionist to expect you. I’ll see you in a bit.”
“Yeah, see you then,” you smiled, hanging up and finally locating what you were searching for. Then you were on your merry way.
“Uh, excuse me? I’m here for Yoongi?” you called to draw the receptionist’s attention. She glanced over, smiling as she saw you.
“Oh yes, of course. We have an escort already waiting to show you the way. Go right ahead,” she nodded. You pushed through the set of double doors into the red hallway beyond and tried not to pay attention to the walls lined with silver, gold and platinum records set at even intervals down the passage.
“Miss Y/L/N?” came a voice from your right. You looked up to find the same security guard that had let you in yesterday. You greeted him before he began to lead you apparently toward wherever your other half was. You tried your best to remember the twists and turns you took but lost track after the seventh one. After a few minutes, however, you arrived at a door in a short hallway with only three doors. Each one had a name written in gold lettering that stood out against the ebony wood, but the only one that mattered was directly in front of you.
Min Yoongi
The reality of who he really was started to reveal itself as the guard knocked on the door slowly. It was answered a moment later, and the next thing you knew, the guard was retreating and you were being beckoned into the studio of world-renowned record producer and rapper Min Yoongi. And boy, did the space live up to that honor. The walls dripped with red and gold and black velvet, making the huge space feel warm and cozy. Most eye-catching, however, was the soundboard. Buttons and switches and monitors seemed to dominate the spaces on either side, but in the center was a large computer with the name “Suga” displayed in the center. Behind the technology lay the sound booth, set behind thick soundproof glass and complete with not only several microphones, but also a grand piano, two guitars, and several different kinds of drums. The entire studio took your breath away, and after a moment, you realized your jaw hung open slightly.
“Y/N~” came Yoongi’s voice from beside you as he shut the door. Snapping out of your amazement, you turned to face him. He wore a black Chicago Bulls jersey under a camo jacket with jeans that were almost more ripped than not and completed the look with a snapback worn backward to keep his silver hair from his eyes. After last night’s formal attire, the laid back outfit almost shocked you, but he somehow felt more natural this way.
“Oh sorry, what was that?” you asked, feeling your cheeks warm with slight embarrassment that you had missed whatever he said.
“I just said hi,” he smirked, stepping toward you. “Pretty nice huh?” He glanced at the surroundings, before returning his gaze to you as you took another look around.
“Pretty nice? Most musicians would kill for this and you think it’s just pretty nice?” You laughed as he rolled his eyes. Stepping forward, you grinned up at him slightly. “It’s incredible.”
“Well I’m glad you think so,” he grinned, placing his hands on either side of your face. “You’re the first person not signed to this record label to see the inside of the Genius Lab.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, and he playfully pinched your cheek. “You should be honored.”
The two of you stood there for a moment, silently smiling and gazing at one another before you sighed. “Let me put down this damn food so I can kiss you,” you breathed. With a chuckle, he took the bags from your hands to place them on the table by the large couch, before replacing his own on your cheeks more gently this time. He smiled down at you as your hands came to clutch at his shirt. Inhaling sharply, you allowed yourself to rock up on your toes to press your lips lightly against his. Pulling away slightly, you watched as his sweet smile became a nearly devilish smirk as he reclaimed your mouth, much firmer this time.
You felt his teeth graze against your lower lip, followed shortly thereafter by his tongue, which swept slowly against the same lip, almost as if requesting entrance, which you happily granted. As the kiss deepened, he began stepping back to lead you toward the soundboard, but you didn’t fully register what his plan was until he lowered himself into the chair set before the monitors. You felt your lips part from his, and you took a moment to catch your breath as he gazed up at you with dark eyes. He trailed his hands down your shoulders, all the way down until they rested against your hips, which he gently tugged forward.
“Is this alright?” Yoongi whispered, his lips finding a new home against your neck as you were pulled between his legs.
Instead of responding, you simply let your hands come up to the back of his neck, tilting your head slightly to give him clearer access. He let out a short, impossibly low chuckle that had your heart stuttering in your chest as his lips pressed lightly against the skin below your ear. The kisses were gentle at first, just simple, lingering skin on skin contact, but as he made his way further down, they got more intense. You felt his teeth graze your skin, the bites getting heavier and his tongue swiping over the skin before he moved down again. He never paused long enough to leave lasting marks, or at least so you hoped…
As his mouth met with your collarbone, there was a knock on the door, shattering the moment between you. Yoongi let out a huff, leaning his forehead briefly where his mouth had been mere moments ago, before responding. “Come in,” he called out, sitting back and allowing you to hastily take a step away as the door opened. You were met with a tired but excited man, whom you recognized as Jung Hoseok from the night before. His eyes found yours with a look of muted surprise before he grinned.
“Oh, you’re Y/N, right? We talked last night I believe,” he greeted you, to which you nodded. “Well I’ll just be a minute, then you two can return to whatever scandalous activities you were up to a moment ago.” A wink was aimed at Yoongi and you felt your face light on fire.
“Hobi, we weren’t up to anything,” the older man rolled his eyes with a slight scowl. “Anyway, what do you need? Is the backing for the new track ready?”
“Yeah, that’s what I came to talk about. It’s completed, I shared it with you over the Cloud so you can tweak it however you want,” he nodded. “I think you’ll enjoy it, and I think it’ll fit in with the rest of the mixtape.”
“Alright thanks, I’ll take a look. Is that all you needed?” Yoongi arched an eyebrow a bit arms crossing over his chest.
The brunette simply chuckled and nodded. “Yup, that’s all. I’ll be on my way again. Though I do need to discuss some logistics with you later, that can wait until a more…” he glanced at you with a grin. “Appropriate time. Don’t have too much fun!” He called over his shoulder as he stepped out and shut the door behind him.
Yoongi let out an agitated sigh, removing his hat as he turned to face his computer and running a hand through his hair. “I’m really sorry about that, Y/N.” His voice was soft in the quiet space and you moved toward him once more. Coming up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, placing your cheek against his hair.
“It’s alright,” you murmured, positive he could hear you. “Besides,” you paused to press a kiss against the crown of his head. “Who knows where that would’ve gone had he not interrupted…” Yoongi chuckled darkly, a hand coming up to smooth over the back of your hand where it lay against his chest.
“I’d like to think we’d have been responsible about it since it’s pretty early into this whole thing,” he leaned his head back to rest against your shoulder. “But I’m not sure if I was going to be able to hold back there…”
You let out a soft giggle, pecking his forehead before reluctantly straightening. “So do you even want food or are you just not hungry anymore?”
He spun around in his seat once again after retrieving a file to nod. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate this.”
You moved to take the food from the bag it sat in, placing the cartons on the table. “One order of honey walnut shrimp and chow mein,” you stated, pushing his food to the side of the table closer to him as you sat down on the couch. He stood, stepping around the table to plop down beside you. Not what you were expecting, but you couldn’t complain.
“And what did you get?” He inquired, picking up his containers and retrieving a pair of chopsticks.
“Sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and some spring rolls for both of us.” Yoongi nodded at your words, reaching to grab the now empty carryout bag. He balled it up and proceeded to toss it easily into the waste bin across the room, not noticing at first as you glanced at him, mildly impressed. “Alright then, LeBron…” you chuckled, snapping your chopsticks and opening a container.
Yoongi leaned back, sighing lightly. “Bet you didn’t know I used to play basketball,” he offered, digging in as you raised your eyebrows.
“Well, I definitely didn’t expect that.” You took a piece of chicken between the bamboo sticks and grinned at him. “I’m surprised you could even make a basket, what with your height and all.” You grinned smugly at him as he rolled his eyes.
“And what sports did you do? Fencing? You could just duck right under people and hit ‘em right off the bat,” He countered playfully.
“As a matter of fact, I was never really a sports person, but I did play a dwarf when my high school put on Snow White.” You feigned superiority before you both broke down in laughter. “So how competitively did you play?” You leaned back beside him, taking another bite of food.
“Let’s just say, I was offered a couple scholarships from a couple universities, but I turned them down because I wanted to pursue music…” His voice trailed off, and he looked down at his hands. “Music is my life, always has been. So I figured what better way to enjoy my life than to dedicate it to music?”
“I feel the same way,” you leaned your head against his shoulder. “I went to university for two years before I dropped out last semester for numerous reasons, the main one being I wasn’t doing something I enjoyed. My dad insisted that I go to study law, but I don’t want to be in an office somewhere doing something I hate for the next fifty years. I want to create things, make people feel things and know that it was me who brought them happiness or helped them through a hard time.”
Yoongi was quiet for a moment, and the two of you ate in comfortable silence. “I’m really glad we’re both so crazy about music,” he murmurs. “I don’t know what I would have done if I’d been matched with someone who hates what I do or can’t relate to it. But I feel like, even though we have doubles, we’ll find some way to work everything out.” Another beat of silence. “At least… I hope we can.”