1. The album was produced by two different record companies, one being Better Living Industries Music (BMI). You can actually see the smiley face logo on the side of the CD case.
2. Frank did the cover art for the album (but I’m not sure if that means he designed the spider or took the photo of the desert).
3. Bob helped to write the songs “Na Na Na,” “Bulletproof Heart,” “The Only Hope For Me Is You,” “Party Poison,” and “Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back.”
4. Steve Righ?’s actual name is Steve Montano.
5. Even if you buy the CD today, there will still be a little paper inside that gives you a special code for 10% off all Danger Days shirts and bracelets (offer expired 11/22/2012). If you flip it over, you will find Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, Life On The Murder Scene, The Black Parade, and The Black Parade Is Dead! are still available.
6. Burns caused by radiation is known as Flash Rash.
7. If you look on BLI’s file for Girl in Chapter 4 of the comics, there are pictures of Jet-Star, Kobra Kid, and Fun Ghoul. They all have their masks on, with red X marks over their pictures. Next to Ghoul is a picture of Dr. D, also with a red X. Beside that is an enlarged picture of Cherri Cola, with a red question mark over his face. There is no picture of Party Poison.
8. Party didn’t die immediately when Korse shot him. He had enough time to tell Girl to run.
9. Concerts in the Zones happen in a place called The Pit.
10. Other killjoy bands are: AKA Loretta and Richard Ai Yai Yai.
11. The Director is apparently BDSM.
12. Recently deceased bodies can be turned into Dracs if they didn’t suffer too much physical damage.
13. The killjoys were exterminated in 2027.
14. The Analog Wars occurred from 2014-2019, during which time Better Living Industries believed Girl’s mother had been killed. Instead, she was turned into a Drac.
15. No one knows who Girl’s father is.
16. Plus is only allowed because it’s administered to non-human androids and BLI gets a great profit margin off of it.
17. BLI refers to brainwashing a person so completely that they have no personality as “Bleaching.”
18. Girl’s cat had tracking/surveillance tech implanted into it in 2028, which suggests that she had the cat prior to the Fab Four’s deaths. It’s possible BLI caught the cat while it was roaming long enough for them to modify it.
19. A year has gone by since the death of the Fab Four in the comics, which means it is 2028.
20. Contrary to popular belief, the female killjoy seen driving the van in “SING” is not Cherri Cola, but a woman named DJ Hot Chimp.
21. The Drac whose face is revealed in “SING” by Party was played by the lead singer of Mindless Self Indulgence, Jimmy Urine.
22. The Director has an aesthetic for drinking bleach.
(Why We’re Here explanation on ao3) this chapter adds nothing new to the plot. it makes a few clarifications to ch13 but the plot of this story is finished. if you don’t want to read it, nothing will change (takes place a few months after ch13 btw)
also? it’s tangled ribbons’ one year anniversary. thank you to everyone who stuck with it and was so incredibly supportive
so here we are. back again for one finally hurrah, one final encore, and one final bow
i hope you enjoy
encore (n.) - french, a repeated or additional performance of an item at the end of a concert, as called for by an audience
Adrien squeezes his way through all the parents and loved ones and dancers covered in makeup and sweat. He hadn’t actually expected Nathalie to stay longer than expected so this is—
He doesn’t want to keep Nathalie waiting.
Plagg gives him a small salute as he finally gets through the crowd and backstage. Adrien would ask how Nathalie was even allowed backstage, but restrictions like those don’t seem to exist for her. She’s always able to get backstage if she needs to.
“She’s in your dressing room,” Tikki says without being prompted. “She hasn’t been there long, don’t worry.” She ruffles Adrien’s hair as he passes.
Adrien bats her hand away and smooths his hair back down, knowing that whatever gel is left in it has probably left it looking like a particularly inventive hairstyle. He shoots Tikki a grateful smile. “Thanks.”
“Break a leg,” Plagg teases as Adrien turns down the hall.
“You’re really into juice and green drinks correct?” James asked, looking at Harry.
Harry nods, smiling at the crowd in front of him, “yes, yeah, Y/N makes the best when I’m at home, but when we are apart I have to find for myself,” Harry chuckled, “when I make mine it’s so watery.”
“So why do you drink them?” James laughed.
“I uh, I met Y/N at this place called The Juicery, I went in as much as I could just so I could see her,” Harry admits.
The crowd starts to laugh, but it was true. Harry had been in LA for some promotion when it had gotten too hot and he knew a smoothie would be amazing. He stopped by a little cafe where she worked. When he walked in she had grabbed his attention.
She was standing near the register, leaning against the counter, she was smiling and talking to the other worker who was cleaning the blender. He remembered exactly what she was wearing. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, a red headband holding back the lose strands, a black shirt with a little logo on the side, a white apron tied around her blue skinny jeans, and a smile on her face.
“Greg literally convinced me the other day that you, him, Jack, Soph, and Lila where all going to London without me, and I was so sad I didn’t get an invite,” Y/N pouted, “like none of you guys considered to invite me.”
“It was just a prank, you’re too gullible,” Kyle responds, tossing the dirty rag into a bin.
“You guys pick on me too much, last week you all lied and said you were moving to Texas, you know, one day I won’t be around, you won’t be able to enjoy my funny one liners,” Y/N giggled, “love me while you can.”
Harry cleared his throat, grabbing her attention. She turns, the same warm smile on her face, “hi!” she greets, “what can I get you?”
“What do you recommend?” Harry asked, reading her name tag, “y/n.”
“I personally love the mango banana smoothie, it’s not on the menu, it’s my own creation,” she says.
“Don’t do it bro,” Kyle shakes his head, “she has no taste buds, it sucks.”
“It does not!” She says, shoving him playfully, “go take out the trash.”
He rolled his eyes, grabbing the trash bag and walking into the back, “but my second favorite is coconut strawberry,” she says.
“I’ll have that,” Harry smiled, “how long have you two been dating?”
She gags, shaking her head, “since never,” she laughs, grabbing strawberries and cutting them up.
“So you’re single?” Harry asked.
She blushed, “I am, but I don’t go out with strangers, even if they are famous,” she informs him, slicing the last strawberry and dropping it in the blender, “sorry.”
“Guess I’ll just have to come back till I’m not a stranger,” Harry says, a smirk on his lips.
“I guess so.”
“Yeah, I’ practically lived at the juice bar for weeks,” Harry says, “had to convince her to date me. I didn’t even like coconut.”
James laughs again, “well it looks like you got your juice girl.”
Y/N sniffled, blowing her nose into the tissue in her hands.
She hated flights, and she hated them more when she was sick. Harry hadn’t
flown commercial in years, but his plane needed to be cleaned and Y/N wanted to
go home tonight, so they bought plane tickets and were out the door hours
later. She shifted in her seat, knowing it was going to be a long flight, but
she was thankful that she had him.
Y/N rested her head on his shoulder and he kissed her
forehead, opening his laptop. The flight was louder than he remembered, a baby
crying over her ears, and a couple of girls sitting diagonal from them started
to whisper, turning to look at them. He had heard those whispers, them
wondering if it was really him.
“Baby,” Harry whispered, “you’re burning up,” he stated
feeling her forehead.
“I don’t feel too hot,” Y/N admits, “I think I’m going to
sleep during the flight.”
“Do you want some water? Juice?” Harry asked.
“Like she needs to add more calories,” a raven haired girl
scoffed, looking over her shoulder.
Y/N heard, Harry seemed to not. Y/N sighs, shaking her head
no, “’m just tired H.”
Harry closes his laptop, sliding it into his bag. He pulls
the blanket around the two as Y/N rest her head on his arm again, tucking the
blanket under her chin, “let’s just sleep yeah?” Harry whispered, trying to not
bother anyone else.
The girl turns, unbuckling her belt and smiling at Harry,
batting her eyes, “hi,” she smiled, “I’m Becky.”
Summary: Based on this prompt [x]. You and your boyfriend live across from Yoongi’s apartment, much to his chagrin. Your laughter and dancing and bed creaking were seriously annoying him, until it stops. Then, Yoongi finds himself knocking on your door. And no, he’s definitely not there to comfort you. No way.
Genre: Fluff, Angst (?)
Yoongi’s nights usually consisted of laughter and dancing, but it definitely was not him doing either of that. In fact, he was too busy yelling an annoyed “shut the fuck up” at the infatuated couple living adjacent to his apartment to ever engage in such frivolous activities. Why laugh and dance in his goddamn underwear when he could produce more music? He certainly could not understand how the people living next to him could ever waste such precious time on useless things such as love and happiness when you could be doing something productive. Like grumbling at the obnoxious sound of a squeaking bed from next door. If anyone asked if Yoongi was jealous, you would be sure to expect a proper bitching from him.
Hey guys! This is my Yoongi Soulmate AU. It’s kind of a companion piece to my Namjoon Soulmate Au that you can find over here : Pull Me Closer. You don’t really need to read it to get this one, but it does make some references to it.
Enjoy! I hope you like it!
You hand the grumpy man his coffee.The one that came staggering in and could barely form coherent sentences. The one that hands you a twenty dollars for a four dollar drink and grumbles about not needing any change. The one that comes in barely minutes before closing and grunts that he needs a “shit ton of caffeine.”
Normally, this type of behavior from a customer would annoy you. But, for some reason you aren’t put off by it. Maybe it’s his soft features that you find too cute. Maybe it’s the pastel hair color that you can’t help but to softly giggle at. Maybe it’s the way that his hoodie is at least three times larger than him and it makes him seem so small, even though you are standing about the same height.
He holds the coffee as if he is worshiping it. At first, he just take comfort in the warmth that radiates off of the paper cup. He sighs deeply, his shoulders drop slightly as he relaxes.
And then he starts chugging the hot liquid. You gasp. “Wait! It’s hot!” You call out as you hand reaches out to him in concern.
He stops drinking and blinks at you. A perplexed look is on his face, as if he’s forgotten where he is. He grins at you sheepishly. An apology is at the tip of his tongue, but it never leaves his mouth. His cheeks are slowly turning pink.
There is a moment of awkward silence, where you both just stare at each other. He clears his throat before speaking finally. “This is the best coffee I have ever had.” His voice is rough and deep.
“Does that mean you’ll be coming back?” you question, just a little bit flirty. You reason that making a new regular customer is good for business. Honestly, you just want to see him again. You have never had an interest in someone before.
“Only if you make my coffee,” he agrees easily. If he were being truthful, he wants to see you again. You are the prettiest person he has ever seen before.
He smiles at the giggle that erupts out of you. He lingers at the counter as he watches you wipe down the machines.
“What’s your name?” he asks.
His voice startles you. You spin around. “I forgot you were here,” you comment as you catch your breath. “I’m Y/N.”
He means to respond. He has all intentions to respond. There is just an air around you that makes him feel at ease and at the same time so nervous. He means to tell you his name. But before the words could leave his mouth, he feels a tugging at his fingers. His eyes leaves you for the first time to look down at the hand gripping the warm coffee cup. The red string that is wrapped around his fingers is pulling him away.
Suddenly, the night is just as bitter as the coffee.
“Yoongi!” You greet as he walks into the cafe, surprisingly during the day time. “It’s about time you come see me at a decent hour, I was beginning to think I was just your dirty little secret,” you joke as you begin to make his drink.
He chuckles at your joke. “I just keep weird hours,” he explains. His eyes watches you move swiftly around the espresso machine. “And you are a secret, I can’t have people buying out all of my favorite coffee.”
“And here I thought you came to see me,” you giggle as you hand over his cup. “Way to lead a girl on.”
He comes to the cafe more often than he should. Sometimes he travels across town just to come to this cafe. Sometimes he doesn’t even need the caffeine. He just enjoys your company and the little bubble the both of you get engulfed in.
“I like seeing you,” Yoongi responds quickly. His face flushes as he realizes what he said. “I mean, you’re easy on the eyes,” he grumbles.
“You don’t look too bad either.”
He smiles at you backwards compliment, his face turning even more pink.
He likes you - that much he knew. He couldn’t be sure about how you felt about him. Sometimes, he likes to think that you like him back. Sometimes it feels as if you could like him back. In those situations, when the air suddenly get to thick and his palms gets sweaty - when he could feel a shift happening - the string tugs at him.
“Please!” Taehyung whines from the door of the studio. “I’m so hungry. I’m gonna die of starvation and then you’ll feel guilty because you didn’t feed me!” He groans dramatically as he flails on the ground. “Yoongi! Please!”
Yoongi groans as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “Taehyung, I’m trying to finish this song.” He speaks through clench teeth, something that should have intimidated Taehyung. But by now Taehyung was used to all of Yoongi’s scare tactics.
“But Yoongi, you are always trying to finish a song,” he whines. He knows in the end his dramatics would win. They did every time. And not only would he have gotten a free meal, but Jin would later praise him for getting Yoongi to eat something. There had been too many times that Yoongi skipped his meals. “Besides, you’re hungry too!”
“No, I’m not,” Yoongi disagrees. But at that moment his stomach decides to growl. He sighs before slamming his heads phone onto the desk. “Fine, let’s go.”
Taehyung jumps up with a grin as he wraps his arms around Yoongi. “Yoongi is the best!”
Yoongi watches as Taehyung inhales his meal. Yoongi had already finished off his food. Taehyung had order at least half the menu.
He sighs as he shifts in his seat. Taehyung stops eating momentarily to look up at him. “Something on your mind, Yoongi?” Taehyung asks with a mouth full of food. Yoongi grimaces as crumbs spew onto the table. Taehyung smiles sheepishly as he swallows the food down. “You can confide in me. We’re Daegu boys!”
“Just…” Yoongi begins but stops. He mulls over the words in his head and Taehyung lets him takes his time. He knows that Yoongi is opening up about something, he know that Yoongi is particular about how he says things. In the meantime, he can stuff his face. “Don’t you think the whole soulmate thing is weird?” Yoongi questions. His gaze falls onto the red string wrapped around his index finger.
Taehyung blinks at him. His cheeks are puffed out due to being so filled with food. Noodles hang out of his mouth. Sauce is smeared across his chin. He begins to answer Yoongi, but the glare he receives reminds him to chew and swallow. There is an awkward silence as Taehyung works through his food.
“Whatever do you mean?” Taehyung finally responds when he swallows.
Yoongi sighs heavily. He plays with the red string nervously. “I mean, our society doesn’t experience life anymore. We are just sitting ducks until our soulmates finally pop up.”
“Soulmates are our key to happiness,” Taehyung argues carefully. He gauges Yoongi anxiously. He’s watching for any signs that this conversation will escalate.
Yoongi scoffs. His lips frown. “Why do we have to rely on them to be happy?” He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat. For now, the red string is temporarily out of sight. “Why do we need the other side of the string to be happy?”
“They’re not just the other side of the string,” Taehyung attempts to reason. “They’re our other half!” Taehyung is at a lost on how to comfort the Yoongi. On one hand, he wants to defend soulmates but he feels as that would only upset Yoongi more. On the other hand, he wants to agree with Yoongi just to pacify him but that isn’t fair. Why couldn’t Yoongi talk about this with Jin or Jimin - surely they are more qualified to handle this situation.
“Why do we sing about first loves when we have never experienced it and we never will?” Yoongi grumbles.
“Our soulmates are our first loves,” Taehyung squeaks.
“The word ‘first’ implies that there will be a second, a third, maybe even a fourth of fifth,” Yoongi explains. “It means that we don’t just love one person.”
“And what about heartbreak.” Yoongi’s voice raises slightly as he gets riled up. He huffs. “We have so many songs about heartbreak and I have never met anyone who has actually experienced it.” He gives Taehyung a pointed look and raises an eyebrow, “Have you?”
“No?” Taehyung unconfidently answers. He is sure that this has got to be a trick question.
Yoongi huffs again, obviously not satisfied with Taehyung’s response. He rolls his eyes before chuckling fondly at the boy. “Finish your food. I paid too much for it to go to waste.” He pats the top of Taehyung’s head.
Normally Taehyung would whine and shy away from the touch all embarrassed. This time, he is too relieved about the conversation being over. He immediately shovels food into his mouth as a tactic to avoid anymore scary and confusing questions from Yoongi.
Yoongi walks into the studio with a paper cup of coffee from the cafe. There is a small smile on his face as he thinks back to the conversation the two of you had while you made his coffee. He used to actually need the coffee to feel more awake, but these day just seeing has been enough to keep him energized.
Hoseok stares at the coffee cup. The logo on the side is the same as the day before and the day before that. “You’ve been going there a lot,” Hoseok comments. “Are they that good?”
Yoongi shrugs and sets the cup down on the table. “It’s coffee.”
Hoseok picks up the cup and takes a tentative sip. Immediately, his face scrunches in disgust as the overly bitter taste hits his tongue. “That shit is toxic, man. What the fuck is that?” He places the cup down a bit forcefully.
Yoongi shrugs again. “A shit ton of caffeine.” He picks up the cup and takes his own swig of the drink. Hoseok watches in amazement as Yoongi is able to drink it so nonchalantly.
“If you say so.”
“Could I convince you to try something different from your usual order?” You ask the next time he came in. “You should switch up the routine; be more spontaneous and less like a grumpy grandpa.”
Yoongi should really be offended by that. He really tries to be offended. But there was just something about the way you look up at him through your long eyelashes that causes him to temporarily forget how to breathe. He gulps as he realizes that you are still waiting for his answer. He nods his head, not trusting his ability to speak.
“Maybe something sweet for Suga?” You giggle at your own joke. It’s the cutest sound he has ever heard. He almost wants to drag you into the studio just to record it so he can listen to your giggle whenever he wants. He wishes he could hear that sound everyday for the rest of his life.
He feels a tugging sensation. He knows it’s the red string. Yoongi tries to ignore it as he watches you make this mystery drink. He tries to forget about it. But the tugging gets stronger and suddenly he feels a bit dizzy. The pull gets too hard for him to ignore.
When you turn back around to hand over the drink, he is gone. You look around confused, maybe he moved to a table. But the cafe is empty besides the old lady who reads in the corner.
You let out a disappointed sigh.
It takes him awhile to return - approximately two weeks. He staggers through the door the same way he did the first night, just minutes before closing. He has deep dark bags underneath his eyes.
“A shit ton of caffeine?” You ask as grab a paper cup to make his drink. He grunts a noise of agreement. “Everything alright, Yoongi?” You ask over you shoulder. You don’t expect a response, at least not until he has consumed half the cup.
He happily takes the cup when you hand it over to him. You eyes watch in amusement as he drinks it right away even with the liquid still steaming.
“Has work been keeping you busy?” You ask. You want to ask why he left so suddenly last time. You want to ask if it was something that you did.
Yoongi sighs as he places the empty cup on the counter. “Yeah, we’re working on a new album.”
You nod you head. “You want a refill?” You pick up the cup before he could even answer and began making him another cup.
His hands grazes over yours as he takes the cup out of your hand. This time he simply holds the drink as he watches you wipe down the counter top.
“I miss you,” he says quietly.
It’s so quiet that you barely even heard it, despite that the cafe is silent and empty. You freeze in shock. When you finally find the courage to look up at him, he is already gone.
“Ooh coffee.” Namjoon’s face immediately lights up as he watches Yoongi walk into the studio with a cup in hand. He reaches his hand out to steal the drink from the older rapper.
Hoseok squawks as he slaps Namjoon’s hands away. “You do not want to drink that. I tried it last time and it was so bitter and gross.”
Yoongi glares at Hoseok. “I think it tastes great,” he argues. “Just because you do not have the palette to handle the fine taste of coffee.”
“It can’t be that bad,” Namjoon declares as he takes the cup out of Yoongi’s hand. He takes in a big gulp and swallowed slowly. His nose is scrunched and his lips pursed. “What is even that?”
Yoongi shrugs as he plops down on the leather sofa. “A shit ton of caffeine.”
“I don’t even think that should be classified as edible,” Hoseok comments.
Yoongi shows up in the middle of the day this time. It’s a bit busier and someone else is ringing up orders. The line is moving slowly causing Yoongi to shift on his feet and sigh every few minutes. By the time he gets to the front of the line, he mind blanks out.
He stares up at the menu but he seems to be suffering from temporary illiteracy because he can’t make out any of the drinks. The barista sighs impatiently. “Um… a shit ton of caffeine?” he tries. He winces at his inability to come up with an actual order. He doesn’t even want the coffee. He just wanted to see you.
The barista face slowly shift from a face of disinterest to a knowing smirk as she hears the order. Yoongi begins to feel a bit nervous as she eyes him. “Would you like whip with that?” she asks in a fake polite tone, her smirk turning into a mischievous grin.
Yoongi decides that he does not like this new barista. “Does it normally come with whip?” Yoongi asks back.
Her head falls back in laughter. Once she composes herself she leans over to shout at the doorway to the staff room.“Y/N!”
“What?!” Your voice shouts back.
“Does a shit ton of caffeine come with whip?!” She yells back.
There’s a loud gasp followed by the scrapping of a chair on the floor. You hurriedly poke your head out from the staff room. “Yoongi!” You great happily. You pick up a paper cup and begin to make his drink.
“I thought you were on break? You wouldn’t even help me through the rush,” your co-worker teases as she pokes at your side playfully.
“Shut up, Wheein!”
Sadly, Yoongi had to leave shortly after you made his drink. The cafe was too busy for him to stick around and talk to you.
He brings the cup up to his lip to take a drink when red ink on the side catches his eyes. He hold the cup up and spins it around to see what was on the side.
Miss you too
Jin watches Yoongi with amazement and concern. He watches as the younger boy sings a long to some Girl’s Generation love song with a giant smile on his face. He is sprawled out on his bed comfortably while scrolling on his phone.
“Yoongi,” Jimin beings in his caring motherly tone. His eyebrows furrow slightly. “Is everything alright? You’ve been acting strange lately…”
Yoongi stops his singing and looks over at Jin. “What do you mean?” He asks. “I’m great. Happy even!” Yoongi adds.
Jin chews nervously on his bottom lip before responding. “Well, that’s the thing. You’re never happy…” His voice falters by the end of his statement as he fidgets under Yoongi’s glare.
“What do you mean? I can be happy.” Yoongi scoffs.
“Yeah, but…You’re like radiating, Yoongi,” Jin attempts to explain. He has seen Yoongi happy, like when they finally debuted in BTS or when they won an award. But it had been a different kind of happiness, like a relieved happiness. This time, Yoongi seems to just be bubbly.
“Well, I hear that it’s a symptom of love.” Yoongi falls back onto his bed. His attention returns to his phone, as if he hadn’t said anything important.
Jin gasps. His mouth falls open as he stares at Yoongi with wide eyes. “Oh my gosh!” He exclaims before rushing over to flop on the bed next to him. “Why haven’t you told anyone? Oh my gosh!” He exclaims giddily.
Yoongi grins as he places his phone down. “Do you still think I’m acting strange?” He jokes. “I’m a man in love.”
Jin pinches his side which causes Yoongi to hiss. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” He repeats.
“What is there to tell?” Yoongi questions back.
“That you met your soulmate!” Jin exclaims. “What else?!” Jin immediately notices the change in Yoongi’s demeanor. The unusual grin is now replaced with a solemn look. “Yoongi? What’s wrong?” Jin questions. He immediately reverts back into his caring motherly tone as he rubs soothing circles into Yoongi’s shoulder.
“It’s not my soulmate,” Yoongi responds quietly.
Jin frowns. His eyebrows furrow. “I don’t understand.”
“I’m in love with someone who isn’t my soulmate,” Yoongi clarifies in a whisper. His eyes are squeezed shut. He can feel a coldness as Jin removes his hand from him. He can feel the shift in his bed as Jin puts distance between the two.
He knows that he messed up by the sound of the bedroom door shutting. When he opens his eyes, he’s alone. Everything feels bitter.
There’s a tugging on his finger. He glances down at the red string wrapped around his finger with a heavy feeling in his chest. “This is all your fault,” Yoongi whispers towards the string. “If only you could have gotten it right.”
It’s a quiet dinner in the BTS dorm. Jin refuses to look anywhere near Yoongi. Yoongi pushes the food around on his plate but doesn’t actually take any bites. The others have seemed to pick up on the tension and have chosen to remain silent.
“Is everything alright?” Hoseok bravely asks, breaking the silence in the dorm. It’s probably the first time the dorm has been this quiet with them home.
Jin lets out an exasperated sigh in response. Yoongi slumps in his seat.
Out of nowhere, Jimin is yanked out of his seat. He lets out a small yelp as he lands on the floor. “I swear to God, Taehyung if you don’t stop doing that!” He snaps as Jungkook helps him off of the floor.
Taehyung shoots him an innocent look from the other side of the table. “What did I do? I’m no where near you!” He defends through a mouthful of food.
“We went over this Taehyung. Swallow and then talk,” Jimin chides with a sigh.
“I thought that rule was only for when we’re in bed.”
Hoseok cackles loudly. Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head slightly. Jungkook squeaks as his face turns red. Jin glares at Taehyung for the inappropriate statement. Yoongi rolls his eyes at the scene.
Jimin’s jaw drop before he angrily plops back into his seat. He grumbles under his breath, the only words that any of them being able to make out is fate and soulmate.
Jin throws his chopsticks onto the table. Yoongi flinches away while everyone else is startled.
“Is everything alright?” Namjoon asks, not realizing that he is just repeating the same unanswered question that Hoseok had asked merely minutes before.
Jin huffs before stomping away from the table silently. Yoongi shrinks into himself.
“So what’s the deal with the grump?” Wheein asks you. It is a particularly slow morning. At first, you ignore the question; but then she smacks you on the butt. You let out a startle yelp before lightly pushing her aside.
“We don’t get paid to gossip!” You scold.
Wheein scoffs. “You know I’m not going to shut up about it until you tell me about it.”
“What is there to tell?” You whine as you try to walk away from her. She back hugs you and traps you between her and the counter.
“Seriously Wheein?” You laugh in disbelief. “Okay, he’s kind of cute.” You finally admit. Her hold on you drops. “Maybe a lot cute?”
Wheein squeals and jumps around. “I knew it!” She shouts joyously. “Since the first time you told me about his weird order!”
You laugh at her reaction. Your cheeks slowly start to burn. Your lips purse in thought. “But.”
Wheein stops her cheering at that word. “Oh no. You’re over thinking it. Stop overthinking it!” She shakes your shoulders and you have to shove her away from you.
“I think he has a soulmate,” you state slowly. Your tone drops and you fidget with your fingers nervously.
Wheein rolls her eyes, “Everyone has a soulmate.”
“Sometimes I catch him staring at his string - well his finger - and it’s like he feels guilty for flirting with me,” You sighs. You shoulders slump forward.
“You know platonic soulmates are a thing, right?” Wheein asks as pats your back.
You scoff. “Yeah, in America. We’re in South Korea, remember. People get married within days of meeting their soulmate.”
Wheein sighs. “All that matters is that you guys have feelings for each other. Don’t let what people think mess with that. Besides, who’s going to know that you’re not really soulmates. No one else can see that your strings don’t connect.”
The door chimes as a customer walks into the cafe. Wheein gives you an encouraging smile as she moves to help the customer.
“But what happens when he meets his soulmate? Where does that leave me?” You whisper to yourself with a sigh.
“How’s your soulmate?” Yoongi asks suddenly.
Namjoon looks up from the lyrics on his screen to look at Yoongi. His eyebrows furrow slightly as he watches Yoongi nervously fidget. “She’s alright. We skyped last night.”
Yoongi nods his head. “So like…” He hesitates with his next statement. “I mean… Are you guys like romantic or…”
Namjoon’s eyebrows raises as he stares at Yoongi in surprise. He wasn’t really expecting this question. He knew his situation is a bit unconventional but none of the boys had bothered to ask him about once everything had finally settled.
“I’m sorry, if that’s to private. I’m just…It must be hard having a soulmate who lives so far away,” Yoongi clarifies. He clears his throat nervously and avoids looking directly at Namjoon.
“No, it’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting it,” Namjoon finally answers. “I mean, we’re just whatever.”
“Whatever?” Yoongi asks. What does that even mean? Even Yoongi knows that you aren’t suppose to call your soulmate ‘whatever’.
“Just going with the flow, I guess.” Namjoon clarifies. “We aren’t putting any labels on it.”
Yoongi nods his head as he tries to understand it. He sighs as he leans back into the sofa. His eyes falls close. “Do you ever wish that you had it easier?”
“Easier?” Namjoon questions, his attention turns back to his computer screen.
“Like Jimin and Taehyung.”
Jimin and Taehyung. The poster boys of soulmates. Inseparable. Loyal. So sweet that it is sickening. The easiest soulmates ever. Taehyung noticed that their red strings were connected during their first meeting and had screamed “Holy shit my soulmate has the cutest cheeks!” Jimin was taken aback at first and was a little shy at first. But Taehyung had practically clung onto him until he no choice but to get used to Taehyung eccentricities.
Namjoon looks over at Yoongi one last time. “It’s only hard if you make it hard.” Yoongi smirks. Leave it to Namjoon to say something philosophical like that. “I mean besides Jin’s situation. His is really hard.”
Yoongi opens his eyes at that. His eyebrows furrow and his nose scrunches in confusion. “What do you mean?”
Namjoon shakes his head. “I shouldn’t say. It’s his story.”
It’s only hard if I make it hard. It’s only hard if I make it hard. It’s only hard if I make it hard.
It repeats in Yoongi’s head like a mantra as he confidently strides into the cafe. He makes his way towards the counter. Wheein nudges you to get your attention. You look up from the recipe of a new drink you were supposed to learn how to make.
“Yoongi!” You greet happily. You hand automatically reaches for a paper cup. “It’s been awhile,” you continue.
“Is it possible for me to see you outside of the setting of your job?”
He questions shocks you, causing you to drop the cup full of hot liquid onto the ground. “Oh shit.” Yoongi smiles at the curses that fall out of your mouth. He finds it adorable. It’s a stark contrast from your happy and giggly personality.
Wheein shoos you away from the puddle. “Her shift is over now, if that works for you,” she answers on your behalf.
“That’s perfect,” Yoongi beams.
“I’ll call Hwasa to come in!” Wheein shoos you away.
You stare at her in disbelief. Of course you want to hang out with Yoongi and get to know him better. But your job had become your security blanket. Would he even like you when you weren’t supplying him with caffeine?
“Sorry that I can’t really take you out,” Yoongi apologizes. You had both finished off some instant ramen in the studio and were now lounging on the sofa. “It’s an occupational hazard.” His cheeks are tinged pink out of embarrassment.
You giggle at how cute he looks. “It’s fine. I just like your company.” You shift so that you are closer to him and drape your legs across his lap.
“I just like you,” the words were out of his mouth before he could control it. His eyes squeeze shut nervously as he sucks in a breath. He had not meant to say that so soon. He didn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable.
“Hey,” you call softly, trying to get him to look at you. When his eyes refuses to open, you grab his hand. His body stiffens, he can feel your fingertips run across his index finger, the finger where his red string is tied to. “If only I could see it, huh?” You whispered. “Have you met them?”
“No.” Yoongi answers in a whisper. You don’t know why you guys are whispering as if your are exchanging secrets. “Have you?”
It’s the first time in a long time that you look down at your own string. The dull grey that wraps around your index finger. The string that will never tug or pull. The string that is as lifeless as the soul on the other side. The string that only you could see.
If only your string were red. If only it were connected to Yoongi.
Yoongi breathes in deeply. “Do you love them?”
If his eyes were open, if he would look at you, he would see the tears that are building up in your eyes.
“Y-yes.” It’s shaky and breathy. You almost wanted to lie. You almost wanted say that you didn’t. But you couldn’t lie, not about your soulmate. Your soulmate deserved better. Yoongi deserved better.
Yoongi never thought that a single word could shatter his heart.
Yoongi returns to the dorm late. By the time he gets there, Jin is pretending that he is asleep. Yoongi sighs as he drops himself onto his bed in the dark. “Jin?” he calls, his voice carries the heartbreak that he is feeling.
Jin tenses on his bed. He contemplates pretending some more. But then he hears the sniffling coming from the other side of the room. He rolls over so that he is facing Yoongi even though he can’t see him in the dark. “Yoongi?”
“It hurts,” Yoongi cries. “I should have listened to you and everyone else.”
Jin slowly sits up. It’s been awhile since he has seen Yoongi break down like this. Yoongi doesn’t like appearing weak, he refuses to cry. The last time he saw anything like this, Jin had found him at the studio. Yoongi claims that no one has to see it if he cries in the studio. “What are you talking about?” Jin asks.
“She has a soulmate…”
“I don’t get it. What happened?” Wheein envelopes you into a warm hug as you cry into shoulder. “I thought he liked you.” She rubs soothing circles into your back. “Come on, tell me what happened.”
You took in a deep breath as you pull away from her. “He asked me if I love my soulmate. I didn’t even get a chance to explain myself!” You whined as tears fall from your eyes.
Wheein gives you a sympathetic smile as she hugs you again. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll comeback. He probably just needs a bit of air, you know!” She sways your bodies back in forth. “And if not, I mean he is an idol and not that hard to find. I could always go smack some sense into him. Me and Hwasa can roll deep at their next schedule.”
You laugh as you pull away from Wheein again. “I forget that when you guys aren’t making coffee or googly eyes at each other that you are thugs,” you joke back.
“We have to do something about him,” Hoseok whispers. BTS minus Yoongi are in an emergency meeting in their kitchen. “I mean, he’s always been a grump but this is just too much. I mean what even happen?”
Jin smacks Taehyung’s hands away from fruit he was chopping. “This is for Yoongi,” he scolds. He sighs as Taehyung gives him puppy eyes. “That doesn’t work on me.”
Taehyung pouts before draping his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. “Jin is being mean!” He whines.
“Taehyung, stay on topic!” Jimin hisses. “We are discussing Yoongi. Your Daegu boy. You should be concerned.”
“He was really happy for a moment,” Jungkook comments. “I mean, he even compliment Taehyung’s rapping that one time.”
Jin sighs and rolls his neck. “He’s just heartbroken guys. He’s not dying or anything.” He arranges the fruit onto a tray nicely. “He’ll get over it.”
“What do you mean he’s heartbroken?” Taehyung asks. His eyebrows are furrowed as the words reminds him of a distant conversation he once had.
“How do you know he’s heartbroken? I didn’t even know people could get heartbroken!” Hoseok is absolutely astonished. They were always taught that heartbreak is just a concept, fictional, an element that is added to make a story more interesting.
Namjoon blinks at his groupmate before looking over at Jin with a concern look. Jin gives them all a tense smile, barely holding himself together. “Things aren’t always perfect,” he says through clenched teeth. “I mean, remember when Namjoon’s soulmate ran away from him? Remember how hurt he was? Namjoon’s been heartbroken.” Jin explains as he picks up the tray. “Right?” He raises an eyebrow at Namjoon.
“Yeah, and I survived so Yoongi will too,” Namjoon locks eyes with Jin. Even though Namjoon had said Yoongi, Jin knew his name was added on silently.
“So he met his soulmate? Why didn’t he tell us?” Jimin asks.
Taehyung drops his arm from around Jimin. He is standing straight and his eyes are widen in realization. “Holy shit,” he whispers.
“Language,” Jin hisses.
“Hello!” Wheein greets the new customer with a smile. “What can I get for you?”
“Um…” The customer fidgets. “So like I think my friend met someone here. Like maybe they worked here or they were a regular. He would come in almost daily and order this most bitterest drink ever, it’s practically toxic. He said it was called - excuse my language please - a shit ton of caffeine or something?”
Wheein smiles drops with a sigh. “I thought you looked like a BTS member. Jin, right?” Jin nods in response, he opens his mouth to say something but Wheein beats him to it. “Look, Yoongi really hurt Y/N. She’s a nice girl and she really likes him.”
“I don’t get it.” Jin eyebrows furrows. “Yoongi told me that she had a soulmate. That she’s in love with her soulmate.” Jin crosses his arms. “I wanted to come and scold her for leading him on.”
Wheein glares at Jin harshly. Jin gulps and subconsciously takes a step back. “Listen here, Y/N is the sweetest girl ever. She wouldn’t do something like that. Your coward of a friend took off before she could even explain what she meant. But she did not lie about her feelings for him.” Wheein sighs before plastering a fake smile on her face, “Now would you like to order?”
Your head peaks out from the staff room as you hear Wheein voice get louder. “Wheein, you cool?” You asks glance at the man in front of her. Your jaw drops as you notice who it is in the shop. “What are you doing here?” You ask as you step forward.
“Y/N?” Jin asks. “I just…” His words get caught in his throat as he notices Wheein’s glare from over your shoulder.
You notice his attention is on her and nudge her away. “Go check in with Hwasa.” Immediately, her glare is replaced with a smile with a longing sigh. She disappears into the staff room and pulls her phone out of her pocket.
“Right…” Jin continues. “Yoongi is really hurt. He’s not eating or sleeping well,” he explains.
You shrug, “maybe he should listen to people instead of just running away.” You feign a look of disinterest, your guard is up.
“Will you talk to him?” Jin asks. “I just… he told me about you, you know. He said he was in love,” he watches as you chew on your bottom lip. “At first, I didn’t understand it. How could he be in love with someone who wasn’t his soulmate? But like, it is so obvious now that he is.”
“He probably doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“I want you guys to be in love. I want you guys to be so in love and happy and gushy. I just… I need it so that I can have hope, you know?” Jin sighs. “My intentions on coming here was to yell at you. But just seeing you now, I know that you are good for him. So please, will you come talk to him?”
Jin leaves the cafe crestfallen. He could get you to agree to stop by the dorm and talk to Yoongi. But you did agree that if Yoongi came to you that you would talk to him. That seemed more impossible, but it is the only thing that he has right now.
“Why didn’t you go with him?” Wheein asks you after Jin leaves. You are wiping at nonexistent coffee stains.
“If I were to pursue this relationship and things don’t work out, I’m left with nothing,” you explain. You don’t look up from the counter, you knew if you looked at Wheein you wouldn’t be able to explain to yourself. “I already gave a lot of myself to my soulmate. I don’t have much left. If I give it to Yoongi and we don’t work out, I’ll be left with nothing. But Yoongi… he still has a soulmate somewhere. I want to know that he is willing to actually work on this, us.”
“You’re scared that if he meets his soulmate that he’ll leave,” Wheein says as she rubs your back.
Taehyung forces his way onto Yoongi’s bed despite the protests and groans of the older boy. He brings the blanket over their bodies and cuddles into Yoongi’s side.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi groans as he tries to shove the boy away. “Why can’t any of you leave me alone?”
“I listened to the demo of the song you produced,” Taehyung comments. “It’s really good,” he compliments.
“It’s sad,” Yoongi retorts.
He is right. It is a sad song. Taehyung sighs as he wraps his arms around the older boys stomach. “True. I cried when I heard it. But that is what makes it so good. It’s real.” Taehyung bites on his bottom lip as he thinks over his words carefully. “You could really feel the pain when you hear it. Most sad songs sound superficial, especially songs about heartbreak.”
“Taehyung, what do you want?” Yoongi asks. He finally stops trying to push the other off of his bed, deciding that Taehyung wasn’t going to leave him alone anytime soon.
“I believe you, hyung,” Taehyung says. “This whole soulmate thing has stopped us from experiencing. I don’t know what heartbreak feels like. I most likely won’t because I’m lucky to have Jimin and I was a sitting duck until he came into my life. I won’t know what a first love is. I have only one love. My life is a constant stream of happiness. Even if we bicker, Jimin was meant for me so we will never have a really big argument. I think that biggest argument we had was when I didn’t fold the laundry when I said I would. But guess what? Jimin is my soulmate, so he didn’t even get that mad. We can’t be mad at each other, no matter how hard we try.”
“Thank you for reminding me how happy and perfect your life is,” Yoongi grumbles. “Thank you for reminding me how pathetic mine is.”
“That is not what I mean!” Taehyung whines. He sits up, causing the blankets to fall off of them. “Just listen. I don’t know what pain is!”
“That’s a good thing. Pain fucking sucks.”
Taehyung flails his arms dramatically. “No! It’s not! Yoongi, your song is absolutely beautiful because you know what pain is. You can write about real pain. But it also makes it so that you can appreciate that good things better. I take it all for granted because I never have a down. I’m all up up up up.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Yoongi scoffs.
“It is. Sometimes I get so tired of being happy all of the times.” Taehyung huffs. “I mean Jimin is great and all, perfect actually,” he ignores how Yoongi snorts at that comment. “Okay, I’m not explaining this well at all.”
“Really?” Yoongi comments sarcastically with an eyeroll.
“You’re music is beautiful because the pain is real. That is something that none of us will ever really achieve,” Taehyung stands up from the bed slowly. “I can’t sing about true pain. Neither can the rest of us.” He makes his way towards the door, “You asked me if I had ever met anyone who experienced heartbreak. I can finally say yes.”
Jin hums to himself as he stir the contents of the pot on the stove. He tries to occupy his mind away from thoughts on Yoongi’s new demo. The song had been beautiful but it was also sad. Jin couldn’t help but to feel slightly guilty about the situation.
“You know, I have never had my heartbroken.”
Namjoon’s deep voice startles him. He accidentally drops the wooden spoon into the pot which causes a splatter of sauce everywhere. “Namjoon, learn to announce your presence, will you?”
Namjoon gives him an apologetic smile as he picks up a towel to wipe up the mess. “I just… You told the others that I experienced heartbreak. But I never did.”
“I know that,” Jin answers. “I’m sorry for lying. I just couldn’t handle telling them about…” Jin makes gestures with his hands and purses his lips. “You were just a bit sad, but mostly hopeful.”
Namjoon nods. “At first I thought I was heartbroken. But it was more of a missing feeling, you know?” He tosses the dirty rag into the sink. “Is Yoongi really heartbroken?”
“Did you hear the song?” Jin scoffs. He then sighs and leans back against the counter tops.
“Soulmates never hurt that bad,” Namjoon responds. “They are made perfect for us. So perfect, that even when they die they leave us peacefully.” He eyes Jin curiously. “It’s not a soulmate that he is heartbroken about, is it?”
Jin purses his lips as he avoids answering. It didn’t matter, Namjoon already figured it out. “It’s complicated.”
“Are you heartbroken?”
The questions catches Jin off guard. His eyes widen and he subconsciously leans further away from Namjoon. He tears his eyes away from Namjoon and stares at the tile floor. “Some days I think I am.”
“And the other days?”
“Other days… other days I feel hopeful.”
It’s ten minutes from closing. You let out a long sigh as you finish up wiping all the tables in the cafe. It was a long day. Everyday is a long day when you don’t see Yoongi.
The door chimes as a customer walks in. You internally groan as you make your way around the counter. “Hi. What can I get for you?”
“A shit ton of caffeine?”
The familiar voice has you gasping as the rag you were cleaning with falls out of your hand. You look up to see Yoongi standing on the other side of the counter. You want to squeeze him into a tight hug but you also want to smack him.
“Three weeks,” you say. You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him.
“What?” Yoongi asks.
“You made me wait three whole weeks, Yoongi. That’s what!” You snap at him. “You walk out on me without giving me a chance to explain and then you make me wait three whole weeks!”
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi drops his gaze to his shoes as he fidgets nervously. “I just… I’m not good at these things.”
You sigh before busying yourself by making his drink. “It’s been awhile since I had to make this,” you comment. “I hope it taste the same.”
“Anything you make will taste good,” he claims. You hand him his cup. He takes it out of your hands and place it on the counter, surprising you. You raise an eyebrow at him but he reaches over and grabs your hand. “Let me ask you again, I promise I won’t run away this time.”
“Do you love your soulmate?” Yoongi asks. He braces himself for your answer.
“Yes,” you answer. “I do love my soulmate.” Yoongi nods his head, urging you to continue. “I will always love my soulmate. But.” Your words halt as you notice Yoongi dropping your hands. You grip on tightly, refusing to let him go. “But, my soulmate passed away many years ago.”
Yoongi really shouldn’t feel so relieved. You had just announced that your soulmate died. It’s really not right to be celebrating this. But a part of him is glad that there is no competition for your heart. He can deal with you loving your soulmate as a memory as long as you loved him now.
“Do you love me?” He couldn’t hide the hopeful tone in his voice. He chastises himself for sounding too eager.
“I could,” you answer. You could see yourself falling for Yoongi easily. You could fall for the cold grump that turns soft a giggly for you.
Yoongi nods. He could work with that. He could build a relationship with you - someone who is not his soulmate.
“Did you fix it?” Jin asks him a week later when he notices that Yoongi’s good mood has returned. Yoongi looks over at his roommate with a smile.
“Yeah. It’s just a misunderstanding,” Yoongi answers. He tilts his head to the side as he looks Jin over. “I thought you would have been happy for it not to work out.”
“I would never be happy about you being hurt,” Jin responds, slightly offended.
“I mean, when I first told you about her -”
“I overreacted,” Jin interrupts. “Soulmates are sacred. But our friendship is more sacred Yoongi. You can’t help who you fall in love with, but you can chose who you want to make a relationship work with.”
Yoongi snorts. “Be careful there, Jin. You’re beginning to sound like Namjoon.”
“Yoongi,” Jin calls for his attention once more. He has a burning desire to tell him the truth; however, when Yoongi finally locks eyes with him, his temporary bravery is caught in his throats. He coughs once and gives Yoongi a sheepish grin. The words that falls out of his mouth next are not what he had wanted to say, but it makes Yoongi smile - and today that is enough for Jin. “Yoongi, you know you are leading a revolution here?” He stares as the red string wrapped around Yoongi’s index finger.
Yoongi laughs loudly. “Huh. Another thing to add to my resume. Min Yoongi: idol, rapper, genius, revolutionary leader.”
I work at waysafe. In our compacter area we have stray carts from bullseye, Crogr, dumbpet and groceryinlet. All of these stores are over ~1 mile away (the farthest even the most bored clerk will walk). I'm so confused by what people are doing???? Why you stealing carts and whyyyy are you walking this far? Aren't you embarrassed cause people are hella judging you as you stroll along with a super branded grocery cart.
People taking them home are better than what this one lot of bigs does. I have gone to shop there and seen a box truck pull up and they open it. It is full of orange carts just like theirs. But the ones they were unloading didn’t say the lot of bigs on them. Well that is until the employee that was stacking them put a lot of bigs sticker over the depot of homes logo and the logo from two other local stores that also use orange carts.
Now I look at all the lot of bigs carts when I go there and about half or more don’t have the logo printed on the side like some but have a sticker with the logo stuck to the spot where it’s suppose to be printed directly to the cart. Now I’m sure a company as big as the lot of bigs doesn’t need to steal others carts and can afford to buy extra carts from others but working in retail as long as I have makes me think the worst first and work my way back.