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— Namjoon pov —

"Hey Namjoon, do you think this is toothpaste?" Hoseok ask's as he struts out off the bathroom, tooth brush already in his mouth and the said toothpaste in his hands.

You chuckle before reading it, "it doesn't say but does it taste like it?" I question before he nods eagerly and walking back into the bathroom.

"Hey joon, you looked a little flustered when those waitresses came over, where you feeling alright?" Hoseoks voice echoes out from the bathroom as I sigh and shrug.

"I...I don't know Hoseok," I breathe out before lying back onto my bed staring up at the ceiling.

"Hey," Hoseok pushes again another question making me begin to get a little agitated as I was exhausted from the day we just had.

"What was the name of our soulmate again?" He asks and he plops down onto his bed putting away his toothbrush.

I paused.

"Y/n.." I breathed before knitting my eye brows together.

"Why are you asking?" I inquired, raising a brow glancing at him as he sits on his bed smiling.

"Well, what was the name of the waitress who served us? Did you not notice her name tag?" Hoseok grins cheekily, like as if he knows something that I don't.

I crossed my eye brows together before trying to picture that perfect angel who served us, with realisation I leaped to my feet before gasping loudly.

"Y/n!!!" I bellowed out making Hoseok grins cheekily and laugh his ass off at my realisation, but I gulped deeply, "WHAT IF IT WASNT HER?!" I shout.

Hoseok just giggles and shrugs, " I would never know how it feels, I never got a chance to feel what it's like to meet my soulmate." He sighs hanging his head low.

I felt like he shot an arrow through me as I just felt guilty and depressed for him, "Hoseok I'm sorry.."

"Sorry for what?" He chuckles lightly, "it's no ones fault, not mine not yours," He grins, "I shouldn't be sad, it's not part of my personality" he jokes before getting into his covers.

I nod slowly still feeling depressed for him, but in the back of my mind I was shouting and screaming thinking that I may have met my soulmate...

I don't think I would be able to concentrate if I saw her at the concert...but I know I mustn't do anything rash..

Oh I just hope she doesn't get beat up while I'm in-front of everyone...I don't know what I would do if she did.

My mind was filled with chaos and worries, I imagined so many horrible things of falling on stage because I felt a whack in my stomach, or I even worried I fell on stage and hurt her!

I was twiddling my thumbs as I laid back onto my bed staring up to the ceiling, I couldn't sleep, not after meeting her...maybe...

I can't handle this, I need to find her, I'll go back to that restaurant in the afternoon in our break and try and see if I can meet her..she won't be hurt when she's with me..

"Go to sleep joon." I hear Hoseok sleepily groan before I nod and try to rest my mind.

But I didn't.

My mind was so wound up I didn't even notice the small songs that played in my head.

She was listening to our music again...

It's funny because she keeps playing this song a lot. I wonder if it's her favourite...

It was lost. Maybe it meant something to her? What has she lost?

Agh I'm being stupid, I chuckle at my silly overthinking before enjoying our music, this seems weird but I could even hear slightly her voice singing some of the lyrics.

Gosh she can sing.

I roll over onto my side before closing my eyes, listening to the light hums and singing of her angelic voice.

I felt myself calm as she sang even as the next song came on I felt like she was with me..honestly her voice was louder than it has ever been..is that because were close? Because we have already met?

I could feel myself fill with excitement as my mind shut off letting me fall into a deep sleep.

— your pov —

You tried to distract yourself as the howling winds blasted through from the outside making the windows of your room rattle and shake.

You just curl yourself up in your pale lavender blanket looking out into the huge park and town houses, staring up at the seashell white moon.

Your earphones plugged into your ears as their voices support you shutting you out from the real world.

You glance over to your side table and notice the ticket sitting Solemnly on the table, you shudder as you feel as if it's glaring at you.

Your scared to find out the really reason why she wants you to go, yes you would love to see these boys live, but on the inside you don't really want to go anywhere tomorrow or the day after or the day after that.

You whimper as you snuggle your face into the blankets your nose turning red as you sniffle. Eyes soon having a ring highlight around them from the salty tears that trickle down your cheeks.

Nancy's menacing gaze stuck in your head, you would have to go, you couldn't get away now, to scared to find out the consequences.

This is going to be a long night.

You just lean on your head board staring out into that lonesome moon light scenery, your tears filling up blueing your vision until you blink and feel them fall down your now tear stained cheeks.

You choke on your breathes as you try to gain some sort of sleep..you clench your teeth.

Maybe...

Ah forget it, he might be tired and asleep.

You challenge with yourself and you hold your arm in-front of you poking it with your finger.

Should you?

You want to know he's still there...

Maybe?

This is silly of you...if he hasn't responded to the music then he must be asleep..

You sigh before winning the fight with yourself and begin to lightly pinch your skin, just enough to make you let go after it hurts slightly. You would never try to hurt yourself more than this. You concluded with yourself that this is the only way to contact him.

"P-please..." you beg allowed as you poke at your skin.

"I just n-need to know your here..." you speak allowed before putting your head in your hands and whimpering.

He didn't answer....

He didn't...

Answer...

You give up, but soon begin to feel a slight tension on your other arm widening your arms you poke and squeeze your other arm again.

A bright smile forms onto your lips as your tears slowly trickle down your cheeks some missing you mouth but others falling in as you chuckle dumbfounded at how it worked.

"Thankyou.." you mumble before poking three times onto your heel soon being responded by four pokes on your forearm.

A fire was lit within you, as the music soon came to an end and so did the faint pokes, relaxing as you layer back in your lavender blankets smiling to yourself as you found a different way to contact him.

And her answered!

Soon feeling relaxed your eyes dropped down heavy and tiredly soon sleep swamping over you.


You groan as you slump and pull yourself out of your bed, feeling slightly enlightened that maybe you could connect to your soulmate again.

You nonchalantly shove on a white tee and a pair of blue shorts but not too short and you also threw on your tacky run down red converse high tops, you glance at yourself in the mirror before sighing and slipping on a baggy jumper.

It's not like you were going to meet bts, and you don't really want to go with her knowing that your probably going to get beat up afterwards.

A vip ticket just means...your closer to the stage...? Right?

You huff after tying up your converse and slipping your phone into your jean pocket and leaving your hair the way it is, doing the usual to it.

You not trying to impress anyone there so what's the point in trying.

You grab the ticket and a small back pack that's filled with some snacks, some form of ID, phone charger, ticket and your spare phone (which looks exactly the same as your normal one, but you have it just Incase.)

You dash down the stairs your stomach feeling to sick to eat and greet and send your good byes to your mother, mentioning that your going to work and would be late back.

Yes you may have a concert to go to, but you also have a small shift in the morning before dashing off.

You soon arrived from the bus and got stuck into work, hopefully trying to distract yourself from the fate that your fallen into.

You couldn't wait until the day is over, trying to hope that nothing too dramatic would happen.

But how could be so sure, when your sworn enemy walked into the restaurant head to toe in glamorous clothes and flawless make up. But that never changes the same evil glare that sends uncomfortable chills down your spin.

Maybe you should have put on some make up...or even tried to look decent...

You begin to feel uncomfortable and ashamed of yourself, beginning to focus on your flaws as you stare at yourself in the glass your drying.

You have bags under your eyes...you look a mess...

You scold yourself for not being more stubborn and get yourself up on your feet.

"Excuse me...but you have been cleaning that exact glass for a few minutes now." A chuckle is let out before you glance up at the angel in front of you.

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Annnnnd I'm making you all wait longer for the concert because I want to add some more Character development~

Yay! Fun fun fun.

Also I would love to know what you think might happen at the concert?

Hope to see you all soon!


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