• REQUEST: I don’t know if this request will be interesting for u but can u please do a soulmate au with any member (and I don’t care if there’s angst but maybe a happy ending if u can)
PAIRING: jeon jungkook x reader
GENRE: soulmate au, you see in black and white until you touch your soulmate, best friend’s brother au, university au
WORD COUNT: 3.3k
A/N: im 200ish away from 5,000 followers i’m gonna cry no lie sktkcijskfkgjfi i love u guys
SUMMARY: You believed the color your eyes registered was the default, unaware that you knew your soulmate long before you began searching.
“He held my hand, opened doors for me, gave me his jacket, paid for the meal,” Rena gushed about Chen, her soulmate that she finally encountered after searching for months. She clasped her hands in front of her chest, swooning over the words she spoke lightly, recalling the previous night.
“That sounds pretty great,” you chuckled quietly. Noticing a bright flower that had fallen onto the concrete, you were reminded of your failed knowledge of your own soulmate. Whoever he was, you touched one another and were soon swept away.
“It was!” Rena opened the front door to her house, glancing back at you to make sure you were still there. Your mind was focused elsewhere, staring blankly at the textbooks in your arms, wondering if your own soulmate would carry them for you whenever you met him. You then pondered if he would open doors for you and if he would compliment you endlessly even when you looked awful. “He was so handsome too! He wore a suit and brought flowers… Y/N, I can’t wait until you meet yours and experience the same! We can go on double dates and our soulmates can be best friends! Oh, imagine it~!”
“Is she going on about her soulmate again?” Jungkook, Rena’s older brother, asked as you closed the door behind you. You laughed lightly, seeing the disgust in his dark eyes. “That’s all she talks about nowadays. It used to be school and friends, now it’s Chen.”
“You’ll understand one day, Jungkook!” Rena swooned, taking your textbooks and bag from you to go throw on the floor of her bedroom. Despite being focused on studying, you both knew that would be impossible to do without having dinner first. You thanked Rena quietly before heading into the kitchen to help Mrs. Jeon with dinner.
Jungkook sat at the island, staring at his laptop with an irritated expression. His eyebrows were furrowed as he clicked on something and then sighed, almost begging to find whatever he was searching for. You shuffled over to the sink and washed your hands, staring out into the backyard that you, Rena, and Jungkook once ran around many years ago. The tree you used to climb with Jungkook and listen to Rena as she cried for you two to get down, afraid that you would fall and hurt yourselves. The flowerbed you once hid in during hide-and-seek only to be found by Mrs. Jeon who had been wondering who was ruining her flowers. You sighed quietly as you returned to reality, grabbing an apron and wrapping it around your waist loosely. Mrs. Jeon was the reason you decided to major in Culinary Studies, and ever since she has asked you to cook with her.
“Are you ready for finals?” Jungkook asked, glancing up at you as you began to cut the peppers Mrs. Jeon had laid out in front of Jungkook’s laptop. You shrugged, feeling neutral about the subject. “My professor said that culinary students and medical students are typically the most worried. It’s dumb that you’re graded on how you cook something.”
“What else would we be graded on?” You asked, watching Jungkook close his laptop and set it on the dining table behind him.
“I don’t know, going out and foraging for ingredients,” Jungkook joked, reaching across the kitchen island to tuck a stray strand of your hair that had fallen in your face behind one of your ears. You thanked him quietly as he relaxed back in his seat, placing his chin on the palms of his hands. “Have you been studying?”
“Of course,” you replied, hearing Rena’s footsteps coming back down the stairs. Momentarily you wished she would not return for a bit longer, not wanting to hear about Chen for another hour or two. You loved hearing that Rena was happy, but you did not want to talk about it for the rest of the night. You wanted to know how everyone’s days went, and if Jungkook felt any closer to his own soulmate. He had been searching vigorously for two years, and you could tell that he was on the last straw. You felt bad for him, yet you hoped that it would be worth it for him. He deserved to find his soulmate more than anyone. “I have been learning about the correct quantities of spices to make meals perfect, and tangy ingredients that will ‘take food to the next level.’ Professor Green doesn’t think of people’s preferences though.”
“I thought I heard an angel!” Mrs. Jeon smiled brightly as she walked into the kitchen with Rena. You felt your cheeks reddening because of her sweet and motherly words as she side-hugged you and thanked you for already beginning to cook. She was your second mom, and at times your primary mom. She was around more than your biological parents, always finding ways to take care of you as if you were her own child. She loved you like her own daughter, and you were unaware of how you could ever repay her for doing such a favor. “How are you, dear?”
“Good,” you nodded, finishing up chopping the peppers as she grabbed her own apron and put it on, quickly moving towards the stove and beginning to boil the water waiting patiently in the large pot. You assumed tonight’s menu included Mrs. Jeon’s famous pasta that everyone loved.
“Any luck finding your soulmate?” Mrs. Jeon asked as she smiled up at the picture of Mr. Jeon. You could practically see her happiness spewing out of her as she peered at the photograph, wondering if you’d ever feel like that.
You chuckled and shook your head, “Nope. I don’t really feel like looking either. If he wants to find me he will, and if we’re actually meant to be together we’ll find a way. I want to focus on university right now, and if I meet him I’m afraid that I’ll be distracted and fail my finals.”
“See Jungkook, that’s the attitude you need to have. She’ll find you soon; I promise dear,” Mrs. Jeon smiled at her son, ensuring what he had been hoping for years. “Like Y/N said, if you’re actually meant to be together you’ll find a way. Maybe you should listen to Y/N more.”
“I did have that attitude Mom when I was her age, but I’m helpless at this point. Also, what if we aren’t meant to be, and then I never see her? What if I’m searching for decades and I never find the one woman I’m supposed to be with because we’re not actually meant to be together? What if I join one of those groups for the elderly that haven’t met their soulmate and I die s—”
“Jungkook,” you laughed, watching as Mrs. Jeon stared at her son with a look of disbelief. Anyone with eyes knew that Jungkook would find his soulmate and fall helplessly in love. It was clear based on how dedicated and loyal he was, even you knew that he would treat her better than anyone else. He was the closest to a gentleman that you had ever found. “You’ll find her.”
“I already have; I just can’t seem to find her again. I can see any color that a person who has found their soulmate can, but I can’t seem to see her. I even went to the doctor to see if I was just being crazy, and the doctor said that I have seen my soulmate because I see colors other than black and white. I can see every color that happy, married people can, but I can’t see her. Maybe I am blind and the doctors are just wrong. That’s a possibility—“
“No, it’s not,” you replied, chuckling lightly as you dried your hands with a hand towel. You are minoring in Soulmate Studies so you know better than all of the Jeons. Jungkook huffed, running his hand through his hair as he listened to you speak the words you had told him multiple times. “Everyone has a soulmate. Those who do not have a marking that says so, never see colors, and have health issues. People who see colors have met their soulmate. Your soulmate is not dead if you see colors, Jungkook. She is out there like everyone else’s, and you will see her again eventually. Give it time. It takes time to charge your phone, for something to cook, for friendships to form, etc. You’ll see her one day.”
“Maybe you should be a counselor,” Mrs. Jeon smiled faintly, nudging you with her elbow as you rolled your eyes, tucking the strand of hair that once again fell in your face behind your ear. Jungkook rested his head on his arms as he sighed quietly, feeling helpless upon knowing the thought that his soulmate was out there somewhere. He only wanted to meet her, and he couldn’t even do that. “One of those soulmate counselors… you’d be good at it.”
“To be one you have to have found your soulmate,” You reminded Mrs. Jeon, and she bit her lip before nodding, peering down at the pasta boiling to avoid furthering the conversation.
You rolled over on your empty bed yet again, failing to fall asleep despite feeling so tired. You thought about all the work you had to do, and embarrassing moments that occurred when you were a child. You could barely focus on actually sleeping, and momentarily you believed it was because of your soulmate. Maybe they couldn’t sleep either, and that was why you kept moving around. You also believed for a moment or two that something happened to your soulmate and you had to help them in some way. But how would you aid them if you didn’t even know them? You placed your hands over your face, rubbing your skin in hopes that you’d feel sleepier.
Jungkook was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling that he once looked up at with both you and Rena. You would spend the night often because of your parents’ busy schedules, and somehow you and Rena would always send up in Jungkook’s room, staring up at his glow-in-the-dark stars that lined his ceiling. Jungkook smiled fondly at the memories he shared with you, feeling a ting in his heart to call you for some reason. He knew you would answer because you loved him and genuinely worried about him rather than forget his existence. Jungkook even remembers the time when you were all teenagers and he had been stood up for prom, and how you egged the girl’s house because you were so bitter and thought Jungkook deserved so much better. He grinned and closed his eyes, thinking for some odd reason that you were his soulmate. He pushed the thought out of his mind quickly though, believing you saw in black and white.
Meanwhile, you felt your heart tugging you towards your phone.
"Why am I thinking about Jungkook?” You asked yourself, running your hand through your hair while staring at your phone that rested on your nightstand. He would answer if you called and would allow you to rant, something you did a lot together when you were younger. Whenever Rena would fall asleep the two of you would sneak outside and lay under the stars. You missed the moments with Jungkook that no one knew about, yet at the same time, you wished they would disappear. If they had never happened you wouldn’t be thinking about him. You reached over and turned on your lamp, digging in your nightstand’s drawers for the small box of pictures you kept safe.
You opened the box after placing it on your lap, seeing pictures that Mrs. Jeon took of you, Jungkook, and Rena when you were all younger. You smiled at the cute pictures of you all holding hands at the park, and simple pictures of you and Rena on the swing set. Then there were a few pictures you could remember like they were yesterday, you sitting on the kitchen counter making snacks with Mrs. Jeon while Jungkook watched with wide, amazed eyes. He still looked at you the same way whenever you cooked, in awe that you could do such a thing. You smiled faintly, looking in the box again out of curiosity. Mrs. Jeon had given it to you when you graduated high school, and you had never thoroughly examined it before. A small ribbon was located at the bottom of the box, and you lightly tugged on it just to see what would happen. The moment you did, you found a picture that caused you to physically shake.
The picture was of your childhood home, which was right next to the Jeons’s. It was of you sitting on the staircase that the front door opened up to, and you were staring at Jungkook with your head tilted to the side. You looked puzzled as you stared at the older boy who squatted before you, and it almost felt like you were staring at someone you loved. But how did you love Jungkook if you didn’t know him before that moment? You looked closer at the picture to see that your eyes were more grey than they are now, and that was when you jumped out of your bed and threw the pictures and box on your bed. Only two people could see that Jungkook was your soulmate through the picture, and that was you and Jungkook. Your heart began to race viciously as you took a few steps back.
Jungkook is your soulmate.
Mrs. Jeon has known since you were little.
You scrambled to your phone and quickly found Jungkook’s number, calling him as you walked out of your room and into the living room of your apartment. It only took a few seconds for Jungkook’s voice to ring in your ears, and for you to realize that your heart paced faster whenever you heard him. You felt the ground shaking beneath you as you listened to Jungkook repeat himself out of worry, your ears almost zoning in on him.
“Jungkook?” You spoke quietly.
“Yeah? Is everything okay, Y/N?” Jungkook spoke with concern in his voice, clearly worried for you and not knowing what was wrong. You gulped and sat down on your couch, remembering the night when Jungkook accidentally fell asleep on it and spent the night. You also recalled how happy both of you were the next morning. “Y/N?”
“Jungkook, can you come over? It’s kind of an emergency and—”
“I’m getting in my car right now,” Jungkook replied, and you heard the front door of the house closing behind him. You felt your stomach spinning, wondering if he knew or if he would find out too. “Did something happen? Are you safe? Did someone break in?”
“N– no, no, no,” you replied, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Jungkook to reach your apartment. You didn’t live far from their house, and that was one of the reasons why you lease the apartment. “I’m safe.”
“Okay,” Jungkook spoke quietly; you heard his voice calm down upon hearing that you were safe. You ran your hand through your hair as you took a deep breath. “I’ll be there in a minute or two, okay? I’m rushing.”
After you said your goodbyes you felt your heart racing rapidly in your chest, almost as if it were going to explode at his arrival. You questioned how you were never able to realize that he was your soulmate, understanding now that you knew it was a fact. You always found yourself close to him without an explanation, almost as if you knew everything about him. You thought back to everything Mrs. Jeon has said about you and Jungkook, and you realized how obvious she made it. You laid down on the couch out of fear, not knowing how you were supposed to explain to Jungkook that the universe has tied your lives together and for millions of years you have been destined to be united. Would he even believe you? Jungkook has wanted to see facts to prove something, and what if you were just seeing things?
Jungkook used his extra key to get into your apartment, and the moment he saw you he was worried. You had never looked so scared in his opinion. Jungkook rushed over to your side, sitting beside you on the floor and looking you in the eye, oblivious to the butterflies fluttering around his stomach and practically screaming at him that you were soulmates. You, however, felt everything.
“Go into my room and look at the picture at the bottom of the box your mom gave me,” you spoke as if you were numb to the world, and Jungkook saw that clearly. He didn’t hesitate to stand up and go to your room, noticing how clean it was and being reminded of how you used to clean his room for him.
He approached the small, familiar box on your bed, peering down into it and feeling his pupils shake as he stared at the picture that answered the question he had been asking for years.
“We are soulmates?” Jungkook asked, walking around to see you sitting on the couch with your head in your hands. He felt as if he had been frozen at that moment, staring at you and discovering all of the feelings he had and how his gut didn’t lie to him. He had always felt something about you, but he had never acted upon the idea nor even thought about it. He watched you nod faintly, and he slowly walked over to you and sat down in front of you on the couch. There was only one way to tell if two people were soulmates, and that was through the first kiss. However, that even felt weird being that you two had been friends for as long as you can remember.
“Your mom knew,” you spoke quietly. “She almost told us openly, and she kept throwing hints. I’ve had that box for two years and I just not looked at the picture hidden at the bottom. You didn’t have to search for so long if I just looked—“
To test the soulmate powers you shared, Jungkook kissed you suddenly. It was both his first kiss and yours, yet it felt as if fireworks had gone off inside of your stomach. You wondered if it was a normal thing to feel such a way, but every thought drifted from your mind in an instant. It felt almost like your entire life had led to that very moment you shared with only Jungkook, and you felt a weird sensation that somehow let you know that yes, Jungkook was your soulmate and he would always be.
“Maybe we weren’t supposed to know until now. My mom probably wanted us to find out by ourselves, and not with her help,” Jungkook smiled faintly, his heart and being feeling completed. He declared the wait worth it in every aspect, realizing that rushing the discovery would only change the outcome.
You gasped, throwing your hands over your mouth, “How are we going to tell Rena?”
Jungkook would only chuckle, wrapping his arms around you, knowing that you were forever his, and he was forever yours. He could finally see and understand the love he felt for you, and nothing could change the fact that you were both destined for one another. He felt his heart beating in his chest steadily, and without hesitating, he knew yours was beating at the exact same pace, at the exact same time.