Summary: In this world everyone has a soulmate. The day you are born you receive a bracelet. When it turns black you’ve come into contact with your soulmate–only thing is, one of you will eventually have to die by the other’s hand.
Warnings: BLOOD, eventual sadness, cursing, lots of crap.
Writer’s note: Aahhhh I’m sorry Jin–I know you’re a fluffball I know. The writer’s mind is just mean.
She stirred into consciousness with the feeling of someone
brushing loose strands of her hair off her cheek. Her mind shamelessly traveled to Jungkook and
the gentle touch he’d had when he wiped her down in the bathtub–it brought a
smile to her face and had her attempting to grasp at their hand. Were she more
awake she would have realized these fingers were softer and less kind. Her eyes fluttered open and disappointment
tied itself around her chest and dragged her back to reality.
“Good morning our little bird.” He trilled, she
hated when he called her that so he did it as often as he could just to get a
rise out of her. “Weren’t you just adorable? Did you think I was someone
else?” He chuckled. “Now tell me who could give you such a peaceful
She realized she’d succeeded in grabbing his hand and
dropped it as quickly as she’d snatched it, her eyes half-lidded in groggy
annoyance. “How’d you get in here?”
He looked over his shoulder to the window that he’d
oh-so-kindly left in broken shatters, sitting up in the process. “I
flew.” He nearly giggled at his own joke causing her to roll her eyes.
“I thought I was supposed to be the bird.” She
pushed herself up into a sitting position, stretching her thin arms.
He wasn’t satisfied that her gaze wasn’t on him, so he
grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Why’d you run away from
us? You’re supposed to be our little bird, not these weak punks’. Do you know
how angry Jin’s been with me for letting you escape–even though I, myself,
wasn’t there to stop it?”
“I’m sure you’ll show me.”
He let go of her a bit roughly, pushing himself off the bed
and pacing in front of her. He grabbed her wrist to start pulling her to her
feet, after all he had to get her back to Jin or he for sure wouldn’t have a
future tomorrow. That was when he caught the glimpse of the blackened bracelet.
Even though his heart dropped in fear he found hilarious and extremely useful.
Jin would be pissed, but he could also be convinced that this would help rid
them of one enemy.
“Oooh?” He murmured through stifled chuckling,
pulling her to her feet and to him. “Who is it? Who do we get the pleasure
of seeing die? And I do say that they are the ones that have to die, so don’t
start giving me your smart-ass answer. You know full well that Jin will not let
you be killed.” He admired the bracelet under the morning light leaking in
through the gaping draft of the window.
She pressed her lips together and yanked her wrist back from
his grip as if he could discover the name just by looking at the bracelet.
“Protecting him? Who are you protecting, little bird?
What could a weak little thing like you even protect?”
She stared at him, cradling her braceleted wrist to her
chest as if he had hurt it. He’d always enjoyed those doe eyes of hers–they
never broke their spirit no matter what was done.
His hand snapped out to grasp her throat; it was so thin he
only needed the one. His teeth flashed with quiet laughter as her hands cupped
his in an attempt to weakly pry them from her neck.
“I thought you were resigned to death. Now some man
living here can make you want to live?” He dropped her, watching her crash to his feet with the
sudden intake of air. He admired the shackle that chained her to the bed. Even they didn’t trust her not to leave–her
own soulmate. “Look at the little lovebirds that you are.” He yanked on
the chain until it snapped the post of the bed. Satisfied he lifted her up onto
his waist piggy back style–shackle, chain, post and all. “Makes me
sick.” He whispered.
She wrapped her arms around his neck so she wouldn’t fall
off; she knew he wouldn’t catch her.
“I promised Jin I’d get you back home before
noon.” He quickly scribbled a note for what she assumed to be Jungkook and
the others, keeping one hand underneath her to balance her weight.
“You’re full of empty promises.”
He placed the note on the now broken bed before meandering
with her towards the busted windowsill.
“Better duck, birdie. It’s a bit of a drop.” He chuckled,
prepping his feet on the windowsill before catapulting into open air. She held
onto him tight, remembering not to bite her cheek or tongue. Last time she did
she couldn’t stop the bleeding for a solid five minutes.
They landed with a thud that rattled her brain, and before
she could even get a hold of her vertigo he was already breaking off at a
“Jin loves you, you know.” He wasn’t even out of
breath, yet she wasn’t even running and was still in lack of oxygen.
“Lots of men say things like that. They don’t mean
“Did your soulmate tell you he loves you?”
She thought of Jungkook, the way he would cast quick glances
at her that he thought she didn’t notice. The way he did small little things
for her like wrapping her shackle with gauze or making sure that the sheets
were fresh and clean. The face that he didn’t kill her even when he wanted to.
“He doesn’t like me very much.”
“I like you, Birdie.”
“Mm. That’s still not my name.”
He woke up with a thousand tiny butterflies cocooned in his
stomach trying to eat their way out. It was impossible for him to forget what
happened yesterday–those doe eyes even appeared in his dreams. He couldn’t
quite figure out if he was happy about that yet.
He threw back the covers and found out that he was so delusional
last night that he had slept in the same clothing he had worn the day before. Taehyung is going to notice this and then
start spewing his ‘My little Kookie’s in love’ bullshit that he’s been doing
ever since I stepped out of her room.
He was getting another headache.
Cradling his head, he pushed through the doorway and headed
to the kitchen to grab a drink of water and a couple IB Profen before heading
towards her room to check up on her. Taehyung stopped him before he could even
make it across the living room.
He ignored Taehyung’s pleas and opened the door to her room
only to discover the bed leaning to one side from a missing peg and a busted
window detailing her escape.
“She couldn’t have done this on her own.” He
imagined her frail bony arms devoid of muscle and the malnourished look to her
cheeks. There was no freaking way a girl like that was capable of any sort of
strength to this level. “Where is she?”
Taehyung handed him a note like it was her obituary.
We took out Little Bird
back. Seems she perched in a place she shouldn’t have. Though, to the dear who
has her matching black bracelet, I wouldn’t worry since we always take real
good care of her. She’s provided to be useful and well loved after all.
Hugs and Kisses,
Jungkook crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearest trash
bin. His face was impassive, his body relaxed against the door frame in
“What do you want to do?” Taehyung asked slowly,
like a human asks a stalking tiger to please not eat them.
“What do you mean? What can I do?”
“Do you want to get her?”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t even know
her. Besides, then they’ll know that I’m her soulmate, and it’ll give them a
really good reason to put a bullet in my head if she’s as important as they say
“She’s not your soulmate–not if I still have the
bracelet.” Taehyung flashed his wrist.
“No?” He was getting angry, and she wasn’t even
truly his soulmate. “ I’m not blind I can see the panic in your eyes. Just
because you want to look cool doesn’t mean you actually are.” When Jungkook
didn’t react he continued. “So you’re just going to leave her with them.
They just took her back and it doesn’t matter to you one bit?”
“Yep.” He popped the end of the word.
“Bracelet or not–she’s still not your soulmate. I
would stop caring about a thin, doe-eyed girl like her.”
Taehyung threw his hands up in the air. “I give up, you
are such a pain in the ass right now I really don’t care what happens to either
of you. As long as you’re still alive you can both be blind and in pain from
your idiocy for the rest of eternity.”
Jungkook made his way back to his room, grabbing his wallet,
keys, phone, and favorite tools off of his bedside dresser. He double checked
his phone was on silent before slipping it into his back pocket.
“I’m going out.” He shouted to Taehyung–the other
two were still on patrol doing who knows the hell what. He was positive they
were going to come home and pass out for a solid 10 hours.
“To find her?” Taehyung shouted back, still giving
Jungkook the I-really-don’t-want-to-see-you-right-now treatment.
“To get food–it’s time for lunch and I’m
“You’re still horrible at excuses–I can hear you
pocketing your tools.”
Jungkook tugged on his shoes and jogged to the dorm’s
entrance. “Your face irritates me–are we still stating the obvious?”
He snorted as he slammed the front door behind him.
Jin was waiting for them in his study when they finally
arrived 'home’. He stepped out from
behind his messy desk littered with papers and photos littered with x’s and
question marks. His eyes remain locked on her as Jimin let her down from his
back. He looked like he hadn’t seen her in years never mind the fact that it
was only a night.
He ran to her, pulling her tight into his arms .
“My Birdie.” He whispered into her ear with all of
the love a crazy man could muster.
The bedpost of her shackle bumped into his ankle and that
led him to look down which then led to the immediate shit-show that was living
with Jin. He’d caught sight of the bracelet and now he was never going to let it’s
blackened state go.
“Who?” He dropped her, nearly shoving her and she
fell to the ground like the weakened doll she’d become. His voice was so cold, his bipolar switch
flickering to rage. When he got mad like this he’d decide to lock her in a room
without food. He’d send men her way to claim her–some of the worst kinds of
men if he was in a particularly horrid mood; she’d be kept there until he
decided she’d served her punishment. It was during one of these periods that
Jungkook had found her; all she did was tell Jin that her name was Y/N.
She dared to bring her gaze up to Jin to calculate just how
far gone into anger he was. That was her mistake.
“Don’t look at me with those eyes.” It was a
desperate plea and a shout at the same time.
“I’m not her, Jin.”
He squatted in front of her, yanking her wrist from her lap
to flail it in front of her face. “I know, this proves it.” It was a
snarl that landed spit on her cheek. She flinched. He rushed up to his feet in
an instant. “Who is it?”
“No. You’ll kill him.”
“Yes. Now tell me who it is. Don’t make me put you in
that damn room again.”
“You’ll send me there anyways.” Probably a worse
room now that she’s gone and gotten herself a soulmate that wasn’t Jin. He
didn’t even wear his bracelet anymore, she believed Jimin actually had it
locked away somewhere.
“Jimin.” She shivered at his tone–it wasn’t even
a command for her.
The younger ducked his head to avoid Jin’s gaze and anger,
grabbing her forearm to practically drag her along behind him. She was going to
the room, a different room than the last–one closer to the heart of Jin’s
But he had many of these rooms. Some were worse than others,
but they were all called the room.
“I’m sorry, Little Bird.” Jimin stopped at the
third door in the hallway of options, busying himself with unlocking it.
“That’s not my name.”
“He wants it to be.” He pushed open the door.
“That’s because he’s upset. He can’t tell us apart
“He loves you.” Jimin didn’t even bother shackling
her to the bed, she couldn’t escape anyways.
“He loves her.”
The door slammed in her face, automatically locking from the
She looked to the bed.
The sheets were semi-clean and there was even a plate of
food. Jin must have missed her quite a
bit if he gave her food. He would definitely visit her later–she was sure of
Jungkook knew Jin’s head of operations well enough. He was
both the executioner and the intel gatherer of the group–he knew enough
information about this place to send it belly up. But you don’t just mess with
Jin easily. The guy was messed up, and not particularly afraid of losing a few
limbs to ensure his enemy was dead.
Now Jungkook was climbing his way up the chain link fence
surrounding the building, jumping over the barbed top and flinging himself into
the heart of Jin’s territory. He hit the ground with a solid thud, but he
wasn’t sticking around to see who heard him land. He ran to the nearest source
of cover, waiting for a split second to see if any guards had made their way to
his location–though he knew they wouldn’t. He’d found the hole between guards
on patrol and was currently exploiting that in for all it was worth.
He jumped and grabbed the lowest run of the fire escape,
using his upper body strength to pull himself up to the nearest platform. He
couldn’t exactly use the door since you know, he wasn’t supposed to be there.
So instead he jumped up onto the railing and scaled the side of the building
until his feet landed squarely in the ledge of a windowsill. He held onto the
frame of it with one hand while he fished for his tools with the other.
The window screen was popped out first before he pulled open
the actual window itself and slithered his way into the dark room. He replaced
the screen and closed the window, trying his best to get a mental map of the
place for his eventual escape. He’s literally snuck in here so many times he’s
surprised that he’s yet to be caught physically. He’s been all over the cameras
in the past–but only when Namjoon lets him know that he should be seen by
Now what? Damnit, why
am I even here right now? He pictures her doe eyes staring up at him
expectantly, waiting for an answer to a question she never asked. He sighed
softly, waving away the image with his hand. He pushed the door out slowly,
sticking his head into the hallway.
All clear so far.
He walked with a quick yet soft pace, scanning all the doors
and name plates tagged up beside them. Where would she be? And why was he even
expecting there to be a label to where she’d be.
Really? Y/N here,
please pick her up Jungkook.
He was truly an idiot.
He looked to his wrist where Taehyung’s still golden
bracelet lie. He half expected to see a black band there that would tell him
where he had to go. He imagined her walking arm and arm with Taehyung, talking
about all the frivolous things that popped in his best friend’s head. The image
was accompanied with a quick pang of jealousy. Damnit, why am I thinking about that now? He shook his head to
clear his thoughts for the time being.
This door’s as good as
any. He tried the handle only to find it locked. Even better. Things behind locked doors are secrets, and I like
secrets. Mainly because he was not very good about keeping things secret
unless Namjoon threatened him. He pulled the pick from his pocket and
maneuvered it into the handle of the door. This was a novice lock, whatever was
behind the door didn’t require heavy preventative measures to stay secret.
Once opened he pushed himself inside quickly, closing the
door behind him.
He was met with her gaze, a grape in her hand waiting to be
popped into her mouth. She stared at him
with widened doe eyes and furrowed eyebrows. “Jungkook?” She
“I uhhh.. you know I just–”
She let the plate clatter to the floor, tripping over her
own two feet as she ran at him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him
into a tight hug. “You idiot.” She whispered against his skin. Being
the confused gangster that he’d become he wrapped his arms around her waist.
She smells better now,
and she’s so warm. It’s like she fits
right here, I didn’t know my body was shaped perfectly to fit another person.
Jungkook get a hold of yourself. Remember who you are and where you are.
He didn’t want to remember, instead he forgot who he was so
he could continue to have his arms around her for a few more seconds.
“Why are you here?” Her breath was hot against his
“I was out getting lunch and just happened to be in the
She patted his back lightly. “You’re a terrible
liar.” His chest vibrated with her chuckles and he quickly separated
himself from her when he felt heat flare up the back of his neck.
“Taehyung says that too–are you sure you weren’t meant
to be soulmates with him?” He teased her, bending down to look under her
She made a face, punching him.
“That all you got?” He scoffed. “You’re so
She met his gaze and he straightened, nearly getting the
breath knocked from him with her doe eyes and that stare that could see every
single secret hidden within one’s bones. It was terrifying.
So why did he only find it cute?
“I don’t know why I’m here.” His thoughts leaked
from his mouth without permission and he backed up into the wall grunting at
his sudden display of awkward behavior in front of her. She made him so nervous
and he didn’t even know why. She was just a girl like anyone else? He’d been
with women who should be models before–hell, he’s kissed people prettier than
her. So why the hell was she the only thing he could see now?
She smiled at his lost expression. He seemed so lost and
confused, yet here he was trying to be cute and suave. “I’m happy you are
“I just–I was just…I don’t even….” He
groaned, pulling at his face with his hands. “Seriously what am I
Her laugh made his heart squeeze painfully. He wanted to
touch her more than anything, it took all his willpower to keep his back
pressed against the wall.
“Why don’t you stop thinking so much?”
“I shouldn’t be here. One of us is going to die if we
keep meeting. So why…?”
“When did it become 'one of us is going to die’ rather
than I’m the one that’s going to die?” She was smiling triumphantly like
she’d caught him, like she knew something about him that even he had yet to
“Why the hell are you so happy about this? It’s annoying.”
She pretended to think for a second, rolling on her heels.
“Mmmm. It’s because I like you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
She crossed her arms–there was no giving up when it came to
her. “Then tell me something I don’t know about you? Teach me more.”
Her gaze was locked on him and he couldn’t turn away from
it. It was a spell, and he was compelled to answer to everything that spilled
from her lips.
“I can sing.” He blurted, eyes traveling down to
her moving lips. He was transfixed by such a simple thing.
“Sing me something.”
He was a puppet to do her bidding and so he sang for her,
softly in case he could be heard. To make sure he stepped further into the
room, sitting on the bed. It wasn’t as comfortable as the one that he’d given
her back at their dorm.
about anything.” His voice was shaky, out of breath. She was still
staring at him, the depths of her eyes increasing with every note that passed
through his lips. He was getting further lost in everything that was her. “Don’t
Please just smile for
me.” She was still by the door
much to her own dislike, so she remedied that. She stepped slowly towards him,
like he was a cornered animal he desperately wanted to befriend.
“I still can’t
everything feels like
a dream.” He eyes remained locked on him, refusing to cast her glance
away from him for even a second. Her bare feet barely made a noise against the
concrete. She was agonizingly slow, yet the speed she walked was so steady. He
wanted to pull her closer, he wanted her in front of him now. He wanted to sing
directly to her, he wanted to smother her in song.
She was beautiful.
“Don’t try to
disappear.” She looked so mesmerized by him, for once. For once he got
to see her acting like he always felt around her. Her fingers reached out to
“Is it true? Is
So beautiful, so
terrifying.” She was in front of him, slowly melting to her knees. She
rested her cheek against his thigh, her
hand reaching for his cheek slowly. He flinched before she could touch him so
she paused with her hand in the air, waiting until he was comfortable with it.
You, You, you
Be by my side
Will you promise
me” She moved her hand to his cheek, when he didn’t flinch she cupped
his face in her hand. He let her, mesmerized by every miniscule movement she
“If I touch you
I’m afraid you’d fly away or break
I’m afraid, afraid,
afraid” She pulled his head towards hers, keeping her eyes focused on
him–keeping him focused on her. His hands traveled on their own, brushing his
fingertips along her face until he cupped her face with both his hands. His
thumb brushed her cheek while the other busied itself with tracing the smooth
curve of her lips.
“I wanna stop
When this moment is
Would it be like a
fantasy?” He leaned into her hand, brushing his lips across the
fingertips. He made sure to keep his gaze on her, by watching her through the
corner of his eyes. He felt if he looked away everything would shatter before
He didn’t want to stop.
“Would I forget
I’m afraid, afraid,
Butterfly, like a
Her face was so close to his he could feel her breath–it
wasn’t close enough for him. He started to shift forward when they both heard
the sounds of footsteps at the end of the hall.
“Jin.” She whispered, eyes wide with fear for