Never Hurt You Pt2 Jimin x Reader (Soulmate AU Gang AU)
Your nails beat against the wooden table as your eyes traveled down to your phone which lay in your lap. You were forced to stay in late for another staff meeting and your stomach yearned for food. The name of your soulmate displayed on your phone screen once more, your eyes instinctively falling onto the name on your wrist.
Everytime he messaged you or called you ignored it, wanting to not be associated with someone like that, soulmate or not. Everytime he found a new number to reach you on you ended up blocking it. You were unsure and worried about how Jimin had even managed to obtain your number in the first place. Or how when the police interviewed witnesses of the party you weren’t called but all your friends were. It seemed as if everyone there except for you got asked a question. Did the police know you two were soulmates? No they didn’t even know his name, so why were you the only one exempt.
The cold autumn hair attacked your face as the doors of the cafe closed behind you, your phone clutch tightly in your hands. The sun was setting at this point, and at the rate it would take you to walk back to your apartment it would be dark.
As you rounded the corner of the paved sidewalk a gentle yelp escaped your lips. Jumping back slightly when the figure placed a hand on your shoulder you tensed up.
“It’s just me, it’s just me (y/n).” The voice was recognizable, it sounded like music to your ears. As much as you craved to avoid the owner of the voice, you had missed him as well. Even if you knew nothing of him, you knew no matter how hard you tried, this was who you were supposed to be in love with.
“What do you want?” Your voice cracked as you spoke, and part of you regretted snapping back at someone who could easily kill you.
“It’s getting dark and I noticed you hadn’t left work yet,” He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, reaching down to take your hand that didn’t interlock with his.
“You-You’ve been stalking me?” Your breath hitched, as you looked down at his hand that held onto yours.
“It’s, It’s not like that- I just,” He combed his hand through his hair, giving you an apologetic smile. Had he been anyone but a gang member you would have complimented it, his smile was one of the greatest things you had ever seen. You wanted to brush the hair out of his face, lovingly compliment him, hold his hand, do everything soulmates did, but you couldn’t. If you wanted to stay safe, wanted to not get pulled into trouble it was for the best.
“You’re my soulmate, I know how dangerous these streets are and I didn’t want you to feel alone, I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You would be lying if you said your heart didn’t ache, when he turned to leave after dropping you off. You would be lying if you said you didn’t want to invite him. But he was gone before you could even speak.
Weeks had passed since he first walked you home, everyday he met you, and everyday more conversation was added. You could feel yourself being less uneasy around him, but the fact that one day when a random noise echoed through one of the alleys you passed, that he instinctively reached for a gun, made you remember not to get too close.
The walks were relatively calm except for that instance, everyday he held your hand tightly, and everyday he walked away before you could say anything.
Tonight as you walked alone from your apartment to the convenience store down the road, you missed the feel of his hand. You craved the warmth he would have given you. Yearned for the cold evenings he would give you his leather jacket. As you walked you felt fear, you felt absolutely vulnerable.
Stepping out of the store you clutched the bag tight, it was about a twelve minute walk back, a walk that you usually enjoyed, but this time was different. With every step you took, you felt a pair of eyes burning into your skin, you heard footsteps, and as you turned a corner, keeping left until u-turning your way back to the store, you still heard them, they had gotten louder with each individual twist and turn. Your hands flew to the purse you carried with you, your body darting into the store as you clutched your phone tightly. Your fingers flew to your recent calls list, your body swaying side to side as it rang. The man running the store yelling at you that it was time to close and that he’d feel no fear kicking you out.
When the call was finally answered you were met with the voice of the younger man you had seen at the party. “So you finally called Jimin back? I bet fifty dollars you wouldn’t,” He sound rather annoyed as he spoke to you, and you could already feel tears welling up from the stress of the situation.
“I need to speak to Jimin…please,” Your voice was laced with a pleading tone, and you heard him quickly making his way into wherever Jimin was, all you heard was a distinct ‘it’s for you,’ followed by background noise.
“I’m working, who are you and what do you want?” For the first time since the party he spoke at you with anger, but this was different. If voices could kill you’d be dead, done for.
“Jimin, someone’s following me.” All you heard was the line go dead.
Fun fact the document title for this is “Not gucci but a gang”
Is part 3 something the people want?