Soul-Mates Part 5
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SoulBond!AU
Pairings: Saja Boys x F!Reader
Synopsis: You’re the soul-mate to the Saja Boys, destined for each other. Legend has it that if a demon is able to find their soul-mate, and solidify that bond, then they might gain their lost soul back. That’s if other demons don’t kill you first.
Warnings: Soul Bond with Saja Boys, Angst, Mild Language, more to be added later
A/N: Posted on A03 thought Tumblr might like to read it as well. I’ll update as often as i’m able, but I do have a chronic illness that can take away my days. Goal is to have multiple parts posted in one week. I did try and tag all those who requested. Let me know if I missed any, or if you like to be tagged in future updates. Enjoy!
Letting out a long breath, you try to breathe through your anxiety. “It’s just a run; just a run. You did this yesterday. You do this most days. So what it’s through some wooded areas, and not a lot of people around.” Shaking your limbs, you attempt to get past the rising anxiety. “Just a quick run through the city. I can do that.”
“Screw it,” you mutter, pushing yourself forward. You’ve been running for years. You always feel better, and life makes more sense after a good run. Today, you need that clarity now more than ever. Finding your pace, you'll be sure to keep one ear out for anything out of the ordinary.
As you fell into the familiar rhythm, you let your mind wander. You promised Amelia you’d back off from the Saja Boys. Honestly, it’s not like you sought them out; they just sort of appeared in your life. Right when you need them, which honestly sounds crazy. Craziest part? That doesn’t freak you out. It should. You should be questioning them, avoiding them, but if you're honest with yourself, you like it. There hasn’t been a single person in your whole life who wanted to be around you, who chooses you above everyone else. Yeah, it’s been a little more than a day now, but it’s been a good day. Should you slow down? Yes. Will you slow down? I don’t know. You think as footsteps sound behind you.
Heart thrumming in your throat, world narrowing, you wait, hoping they’d just go past. When the footsteps begin to slow down enough to meet your pace, the air becomes thick in your lungs. Footsteps sound right behind you, and you whip around.
“Ahh,” you shout, right leg already going to hit the person in the groin.
“Whoa, Gorgeous.” Abby smiled, catching your leg before it made contact.
“Oh my god,” you breathe rapidly. “I thought you were…Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Abby smiled, letting go of your leg. “I saw you out running and thought you might like company. I guess my idea to scare you wasn’t the best, huh?”
“No,” you shake your head. “Not today, at least.”
“I’m sorry,” he says apologetically. “Baby told us a little of what happened last night. Are you okay?”
Of course, he told them, you think. “He did, did he?”
“Yeah, you okay?” Abby asks again.
“Yeah,” you lie. “I’ll be fine.”
Abby looked at you as if he could read your mind, or at least your lie. “Since we’re here, want to run together?” he asks, changing the topic much to your relief.
You take a second to consider the request. You should decline and go about your run by yourself; however, having Abby here suddenly makes you feel worlds safer. Running alone can be dangerous, but running with a big, strong man, whose thick arms are on wondrous display in his tank top… shaking your head, you look down slightly embarrassed.
“Um..” you look up, seeing him patiently waiting for your answer. “Alright.”
Abby smiled. “I’ll match your pace.”
“I run pretty fast.”.
“I bet I can keep up,” he grinned wickedly.
“Alright,” you smile, getting back to your run.
It felt nice, running with Abby. The pair of you find a new pace, and the world seems to right itself. Once again, one of the Saja Boys has shown up when you needed them, and once again, you’re relieved. Instead of worrying about someone coming up on you, you get lost in your run. In the repetitive routine, soothing your frayed nerves. After about half an hour, you start to slow down.
“Are we done already?” Abby smirked.
“I wish I could go longer, but I have work. If I don’t turn around now, I’ll be late,” you answer.
“How about I give you a ride?” Abby suggested.
You know you should turn him down. Once again, that promise to Amelia flashes in your mind, and once again, you find yourself justifying breaking it. It is just a ride to work, and it’s safer than taking the bus.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother.” You ask, running in place to keep warm.
“You’re not a bother,” Abby shook his head, smiling.
“Alright then, thank you,” you agree, starting to run back to your apartment.
After a few minutes of friendly silence, you finally work up the courage to ask a question that’s been plaguing you since your talk with Amelia last night. “You know you guys are being too nice to me. I have to wonder why.”
“We just want to get to know you,” Abby smiled at you.
“Why me?”
“Why not?”
“I’m no one special,” you say, taking a few deep breaths.
“I think you are,” Abby’s voice deepened.
“You barely know me,” you argue, coming to a stop under the shade of a tree.
“Well, I know you play the violin; beautifully,” he started. “I know you work as a hostess at Baek Ri Hyang. I know you care deeply for your friend. I know you’re strong and fight like hell.”
“That’s not a lot,” you argue, not realizing how close you two are standing.
“I want to know everything about you,” Abby whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.
“But why?” you whispered back, placing a hand on his chest.
“I can already see how amazing you are.” He placed one hand on your cheek and neck.
“I still don’t…” his lips on yours interrupt whatever you were about to say.
Chills from head to toe, as his lips move against yours. Slowly, your hands wrap around his waist, as his hand tilts your head back slightly. His tongue licks your lips, and with a happy sigh, you open your mouth. His tongue slips into your mouth, slow and steady. The kiss continues until you need to pull back for air.
“Wow,” you breathe, still in each other’s space.
“I want to take you out,” Abby smiles.
“Like on a date?”
“Like a date,” Abby confirmed.
“Okay,” you grin. “I’m free Tuesday.”
“Tuesday it is,” he gives you a soft, chaste kiss on the lips.
Later at work that day, you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. Yeah, you promised Amelia you would slow down, which lasted less than twelve hours, and most of those you spent asleep or alone in your apartment. Now you’ve kissed Abby and have a date planned for Tuesday. At this point, you’re almost expecting either Jinu or Mystery to show up to give you a ride home.
“You look like you slept with a hanger in your mouth,” your coworker says, as you fold silverware.
“Do I?” you laugh.
“Yes, so dish. Who is it?”
“No one,” you shake your head. You’re not ashamed of whatever relationship you’re building with seemingly an entire boy band, but until you have a better grip on whatever is happening, you want to keep the details to yourself.
“Oh, is it the boy who dropped you off yesterday? Or the one who dropped you off today?”
“I’m not saying,” you repeat.
“Oh, come on, I won't tell,” she begged.
“No.” You finish up the silverware just as the ding of the front door pings. Walking up, you start your usual greeting. “Welcome to Baek Ri Hyang, how many for dinner…Jinu, what are you doing here?”
“I’ve heard how good the food was, and want to check it out,” he says with that soft smile that makes your stomach flip-flop and brain turn to mush.
“Is it just you?”
“Just me.”
“Right this way,” you lead him to a nearby table. He can’t be here for you. Surely he’s here just for the food. Right, and Abby was just out running, a voice sounds in your head.
His hand touches your shoulder, turning you around. “Just a spot at the bar is perfect.”
“Okay,” you smile under his gaze. “Right this way then.”
Taking his spot, he ordered something to drink before turning his attention back to you, now folding napkins. You might have sat him closest to you, but you’d never admit you did that on purpose.
“So what’s your favorite color?” Jinu asks.
“What?” you ask through a small laugh.
“What’s your favorite color?” he repeats, his soft smile never leaving his perfect face.
“Um, purple. Why?”
“Purple is the color of royalty,” he says, not noticing the other servers and some cooks side-eyeing him from their work stations.
“I knew that,” you nod. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue,” he smiled.
“Any particular shade or just blue?” you ask.
“Sky blue. I can watch the sky for hours sometimes,” Jinu says.
“As you play the Bipa?” you ask.
“Sometimes,” he admits.
“I still can’t get over how you know how to play that. It’s so cool.”
“You should come over, and I’ll play it for you,” he says, reaching to take your hand where it rests on the bar.
“I’d love that,” you whisper, as your boss calls your name, pulling you out of whatever trance Jinu had over you.
“Be right back,” you say, going to your boss.
“I trust we’re not bothering our patrons?” he whispered harshly to you.
“No, sir,” you shake your head. “He’s a friend.”
“Well, friend or not, let’s not bother him,” he whispered again. “Now get back to the front.”
“Yes, sir,” you say, hurrying back to your spot right in front of the doors.
Picking up some stray papers and straightening the menus, you look up to see Jinu standing there smiling at you.
“Jinu, is anything wrong?” you ask.
“When are you off tonight? I want to drive you home.”
“Baby told you about last night.” You make a statement.
Jinu nods. “I just want to make sure you make it home safely.”
“Amelia is going to stop by after her shift and walk home with me,” you say, even though a part of you so wanted him to take you home; a large part.
“I can take you both home,” he suggested, even as you saw some disappointment flare up behind his eyes.
“Are you sure?” you ask, biting your lip. “I don’t want to be a bother.”
“You’re not a bother, Princess.”
Another nickname, you think back to the others you’ve been given. Each is unique, yet appropriate to each boy.
“Okay, then. I’d love a ride home, but I’m not off until 8.”
“Then I’ll see you at eight.” He leaned forward, kissing your cheek, sending a warm tingling sensation down to your toes.
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