Based loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:
Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.
Word Count: 2,176
Sypnosis: All your life, Park Jimin has been by your side and secretly had your name adorning his arm. Ideally, you would share the same fate until you find out that you’re destined to be someone else’s; Jeon Jungkook.
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That same day, Jungkook and you hold hands on your back to the loft that Jimin and you shared. The touch of someone else’s hand that is not Jimin felt unsettling despite the familiar tingle that you hate yourself for starting to enjoy. What sense did it make that Jimin, a boy who has loved you for years, can be easily erased by Jungkook?
He’s your soulmate.
You shake your head at the prospect because you will not be that easy. You owe Jimin more than that. All the mantras that he nearly ingrained into your mind should not leave in haste just because of some pretty boy waltz into your life with your name printed on his arm. You value Jimin’s love and friendship more than that.
You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you do not notice Jimin’s arms snaking around your waist and pecking your cheek. The slight stab of a knife is how it feels, but you’ve grown to love the pain if it meant that it came from Jimin. A wince does not even manage to leave your lips, much to your delight, and Jimin almost marvels in response. “How are you feeling, jagi?”
“I feel a bit tired but I was waiting for breakfast.” You say with a smile as you lean your head back to catch Jimin cheesing down at you. Despite his clear opposition to soulmates, he never failed to make you continue to believe in them. He was a paradox in himself and you adored every aspect of that.
Jimin pouts his lips before drawing a small heart over your collarbone as you look up at him, blinking, “You should have kept sleeping, I could have made you breakfast.”
"I didn’t want to wake you up. Plus, you’ve got to go work.“ You say with a strained smile on your lips. "Hurry up so that you can slay today, alright?” Your words of encouragement never fails but to make Jimin smile and he nods before jogging back to the room that he and you share (technically Jungkook too, but you liked to ignore that fact).
The soft sound of a yawn halts the silence (with the exception of the tea kettle and pancakes). You know without looking who it is; after all, only he could make a flower bloom under your skin without even being near you.
"Morning beautiful.“ Jungkook murmurs tiredly as he wipes the last traces of sleep from his eyes and sits next to you at the island as you patiently wait for the tea to finish. He spots your right hand that taps against the granite countertop. He swallows hard as he places his left hand on the top too, side eyeing you.
You clear your throat, "Did you sleep well? I really hate that you sleep on the floor when the couch can double as a bed.” The concern laced in your words does not go unnoticed by the obsidian haired boy and he chuckles softly under his breath. “You don’t have to sleep in the same room as me.”
"But who would take care of you when you wake up in the middle of the night?“ Jungkook asks, watching how your eyes dart from the tea kettle to your fingers as you twiddle them nervously. He’s noticed how sensitive you are about that. "I’m sorry, was I too straightforward?”
You shake your head but never allow your eyes to meet the somber brown ones that gaze at you. “No, it’s fine. I really don’t mind your honesty, Jungkook.”
The room stills when a certain orange-haired boy, now dressed in his usual dance attire, enters the room and sits on the other side of you. Love adorns his orbs and Jungkook can see how emotionally invested he is in you - but that still does not stop the hardening in Jungkook’s chest to think that he will never have the ability to truly have all of you as long as Jimin is around.
"I’m sorry jagi but they moved class up a bit earlier than usual and then I have work.“ He rushes to get the words out; a frown adorning his soft features at the idea of not only leaving you but also leaving you alone with Jungkook when the idea bothers him so much. He leans forward to peck your hair before turning his focus to Jungkook. "Make sure to take care of her, okay? She means everything to me.”
Jungkook obliges, not in the mood to argue with Jimin, as a sudden pain pecks at his scalp, the same place where Jimin had kissed you. He narrows his eyes at how intent you look on masking your pain and smiling up at Jimin before kissing him goodbye on the cheek. The unadulterated action makes Jungkook grit his teeth but he sighs softly. It’s only a matter of time when he will share the same fate.
After Jungkook watches you rise to lock the door behind Jimin and lock it, he finds himself jumping out of his chair to catch you before you hit the ground hastily. The look of disdain in your eyes is a whirlwind that consumes Jungkook as his mouth falls agape at your actions. Were you honestly in this much pain?
"Y/n-ah, are you okay?“ He asks you, fingers stroking the side of your face as he kneels to sit beside you. He stares at the tired look in your eyes and he immediately recognizes it as the kind of tired that sleep can not fix and that makes him swallow harder. He takes your right hand that rests on the door knob and caresses it in his hand.
You wheeze ever so slightly, wanting to move away from Jungkook out of love for Jimin, but you only curl closer into his arms. It feels as though by merely being with him, you feel better. "It hurts so much, Jungkook.” Jungkook only nods at you, his eyes never leaving yours as your eyes stare vacantly at the picture of Jimin and you that is just on the other wall. “I love him so much that it hurts me and I can’t tell him how much it hurts because I know he’s going to leave. And I don’t want him too.”
"Y/N-ah, I can’t tell you enough how much pain I feel because of you,“ Jungkook begins while squeezing your shoulder in comfort as the two of you sit against the wall, "but you being in pain does not only affect you, it hurts him too. Do you think he feels good knowing that you could die any minute because of his happiness? He doesn’t, Y/N-ah, and I know this because I can see it in the way he looks at you.”
“Because I look at you the same way.”
For the next three weeks, flowers bloomed in your rib cage each morning only to wilt by noon. The daily trial of wiping sleep away from your eyes becomes laborious. Two in the morning becomes your body’s favorite time to rebel. By two fifteen, you’re in warm arms that don’t belong to Jimin but to Jungkook and you hate to admit it, but you know exactly why.
"I don’t get it.“ Jungkook’s voice is husky against your ear. Remnants of sleep drawl in his voice. His hands, soft like rose petals, cradle you in his lap. Each touch blossoms against your skin and you swear that you’re going to meet your wit’s end. "Shouldn’t she be getting better than before?”
Jimin hates to agree with the younger boy; nevertheless, he nods knowing that he is right. Something is not right. The look on Jimin’s face cuts you deep like a knife and you wince in pain at the mere sight of him. “Jagi, you need to go to the doctor. You can’t continue to suffer like this.”
"No!“ You scream quickly, shaking your head almost violently at the prospect. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the prospect of you so vehemently saying no. His grip on you tightens, hoping to soothe you but that only causes you to squirm more in his arms. "I can’t go.”
Jungkook steals a glance at Jimin, worry dotting his brown orbs. “She hasn’t been to the hospital in months,” Jimin explains before leaning closer to Jungkook and you; he presses his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. It is needless to say that the contact makes you whimper in pain at the sudden jolt of cold that rips through you. “The last time we went, they threatened to separate us.”
“Would that honestly be bad?” Jungkook states thoughtlessly. He kisses the top of your head as he says this while not making eye contact with Jimin once. “She’s only suffering because you’re here. Wouldn’t it be best if you just let her alone-”
"Jungkook, shut up-“ You say in the midst of trying to catch your breath. Your eyes beckon to Jimin, hoping that he would be the bigger man and ignore Jungkook’s words.
To your disappointment, Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Do you talk just to hear yourself?” He runs his fingers through his amber hair. “Do you think that I can leave her?” Jimin stands up from the tousled bed, the white shirt adorning his torso leaving his collar bones up for display. “I’m biologically attached to her just like you-”
“If you loved her as much as you claim to, you would let her be happy. With me.” Jungkook takes his gaze away from you to focus on the orange haired boy. “Every day, I wake up to her soft cries - aching, suffering, hell, dying - all because of you? Do you have any idea how suffocating your presence must be for her? How are you going to act in good conscious when you wake up one day and she’s no longer there?”
"Jungkook!“ You cough, "I’m not going to die.”
To your left, Jimin stands upright. His bottom lip being intercepted by his teeth as he thinks. The idea of you not being by his side - no not even that, the idea of you no longer existing cripples him to his core. It feels like a tsunami, earthquake, and a hurricane all at once. “Evidently, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to use the correct words as he watches Jungkook tenderly do his best to care for you. With eyes like a hawk, they narrow at his every action for his world is in Jungkook’s immediate embrace. “Her condition has not improved as much as it should.”
Jungkook’s eyes harden at Jimin’s words. “What are you trying to say?”
"What I’m saying is that she should be better like you said.“ He scratches the back of his neck. It’s evident that Jungkook’s words are ingrained in his mind now - much like that of the doctor from all those months when you first found out of your broken clock and all those times he worried of being a defect. "You don’t think I’m good enough for her, do you?”
“Of course not,” Jungkook quips before shifting his eyes from Jimin’s accusatory eyes to that of you who lays tiredly in his lap. He sees the disapproval in your eyes. “She’s my soulmate. I was made for her. I love her with every fiber of my being and surely love her as much as you love her - if what you feel for her is even love.”
Jimin licks his bottom lip. “Aish, this kid.” He narrows his brows at the younger. His blood boils just at the sight of him and it is certainly not just the biological component that comes with you being his soulmate.
"You trying to invalidate Jimin’s love for me does not justify yours any more than his does. It’s pointless to argue.“ You’re overheating now and you can barely breathe. Your grip on Jungkook tightens as you reach out to Jimin with your left hand. "I’m going to be okay, alright?”
Jimin’s wavering eyes meet your own and he can see the tiredness in your eyes, just as he always has and it cripples him to his core. He only wanted what was best for you, even if it wasn’t him. He tells you this every day even if it pains him to say it - yet you never listen. And you never will listen and he knows that. The very thing that is meant to piece you together is tearing you apart piece by piece, brick by brick, atom by atom. He would not lose you; even if it meant giving up what he loved most; you.