hello soulmate | min yoongi

summary: your first day on the job doesn't turn out the exact way you envisioned

pairing: min yoongi x hype employee reader

genre: soulmate au, soulmarks, fluff,

warnings: running, unhappy coworkers, some injury

word count: 1.7k

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Running was not your forte, and neither was breathing apparently as you choke trying to get air into your lungs as you reach the fortunately empty elevator. 

You were running late, and you were seconds away from being fired on your third day of work. You had just gotten the job as one of the content creators for a variety show through one of the big four entertainment companies, and today was the first official day at the company. 

HYBE was bigger than you imagined, and thus, the reason you were late. You had gotten lost on the first floor and then there were issues with your ID card getting past security. But you manage to reach the 12th floor in record time and use the piece of paper you received the last meeting to find the correct room. 

It was slight chaos when you opened the door, unsurprisingly as you now realized who you would be working with for the variety show. Everything was kept top secret until you were approved by HYBE and showed up on the first day, after signing numerous NDA’s of course. 

The BTS boys were having fun and running amuck as they waited for the shoot to start. It was supposed to be just a fun shoot, numerous arcade games set up throughout the room and a table set in the middle where some challenges were going to take place later on. 

You looked around after taking in the room, trying to set eyes on your director. Eventually you find him talking to your fellow creators, going over the different challenges that would be taking place. 

“—After the water bottle challenge, we’re going to move onto the karaoke booth.” You arrive just at the tail end of the run through, but you manage to understand anyways, seeing as you all had a copy of the schedule for the day. 

“Where have you been? Never mind, you’re working on the individual camera today.” Your director questions you but doesn’t give you any time to explain yourself before moving on and assigning you your task. You quickly nod your head, before moving to grab one of the video cameras from the table. 

You would be in charge of taking individual behind the scenes videos and photos for the social media accounts. You had seen episodes of Run BTS before and knew how much moving you would be doing today. 

Again. Running wasn’t your thing. 

“What are you doing?” You turn your head to see a slightly older woman in front of you, her hands on her hips as she looks towards the camera in your hands. 

“I was assigned individual shots today, Ma’am.” You respond as politely as you can, getting bad feelings from the woman in front of you. 

You could almost feel that you would be having problems with her. You tried to be respectful though, not wanting to step on anyone’s toes on your first official day. 

The woman just looked you up and down, her nose crinkling a little before she spoke. “Just don’t get in my way. I’ve been doing this longer than you have and don’t need some inexperienced newbie messing up my photos.” 

You can only nod before she is walking past you, bumping into your shoulder on her way past. 

‘What the heck?’ you think, turning to watch as she steps forward and begins to talk to one of the supervisors who was in the middle of talking to Namjoon. Shaking your head, you move to the edge of the set, close to the basketball arcade shot game. 

You had a good view of the other games from here and felt you could maneuver through the set easier from where you were set up. Bringing your camera up to your eyes, you begin taking some practice shots, making sure the lighting was good and the settings on the camera aligned with what you wanted to photograph.

It took you some time, but eventually you were able to begin taking photos of the boys who had come back to mess around with the games after getting changed and before the actual shoot started. 

You were so focused on the pictures that you didn’t even notice one of the boys moving up to you. 

“Hi! You must be one of the new creators! I’m Taehyung.” The bright eyed man bounced right up to you when he noticed you, hand held in front of you to shake your hand as he introduced himself. 

You put your camera down, smiling softly as you brought your hand to meet his, introducing yourself. As you did, you caught his attention on your wrist, where your soulmark resided. The initials of your soulmate were written in short, quick writing, the gray M and Y staring back up at you since the minute you turned sixteen. 

Taehyung’s smile only seemed to widen once you introduced yourself, a twinkle in his eyes that wasn’t there before. You could barely blink before the director was calling for the boys to get into place; the shoot was about to begin. 

You smile as you watch him bounce away again, his energy levels palpable as you hold your camera up again. 

The next hour was spent moving slowly throughout the edge of the set up game room, trying to get as many good shots as you could. You noticed that Taehyung gravitated towards you and seemed to pull Yoongi with him to play the basketball game, Jungkook following behind to try and battle against the basketball player. 

You moved closer to get a picture of both boys making a basket and scoring a point when someone stepped on your foot causing pain to radiate up your ankle and shin. A gasp leaves your lips as you look towards your left to see the woman from earlier, a glare set on her dark eyes as she almost pushes you aside. 

You end up tripping over the cord to another game and just barely manage to catch yourself on the corner of said game before injuring yourself or ruining the shoot. You were so focused on the pain in your foot you didn’t even notice the burning in your wrist as your soulmark gets darker. 

You didn’t notice the three men witnessing the entire thing, nor the dark looks Taehyung was sending to the older woman. A break was luckily called soon enough and you tried to move away back to the far wall but a hand on your arm stops you.

“What was that? I thought I told you not to get in my way?!” The older woman steps in front of you, her hand still gripping tightly to your forearm. 

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. It won’t happen again.” You grit out as politely as you can, the pain in your ankle making you want to sit down but you knew you needed to just go along with what she was saying, not wanting any trouble. 

“No. Don’t apologize.” You both turn to your right to see Taehyung, Yoongi and Jungkook, all three eyeing the hand gripping onto your forearm. The woman is quick to release you when she realizes what the boys were seeing. 

“Oh boys! Don’t worry about this. I’m just giving some advice to the newbie.” The woman was quick to put on the sweet tone as she speaks to them. You just want to roll your eyes. 

Pulling your arm back to your chest, rubbing against where you knew her grip was going to leave some bruises. Your sleeve had rolled back down and your forearm was on full display, along with your soulmark. 

“Advice? It seemed like you stepped on and pushed someone out of the way. That is not okay nor something we want to see happen between our employees.” Yoongi’s voice was low, each word spoken slowly as if to ensure the woman knew exactly what she had done. 

Jungkook moved to you while Taehyung and Yoongi were talking to the woman, his hand holding onto your own, softly and a huge contrast to the woman as he tilts your forearm around to see the spot where the woman held you.

The skin was red and he knew it would bruise. This was unacceptable and he would make sure that the woman would be reprimanded for her actions. As Jungkook continued to look over your arm, his attention was caught by your soulmark, his hyungs initials on the inside of your wrist. 

‘No wonder Taehyung kept bringing him to where you were…’ Jungkook mused, a small smile on his lips as the thought of Taehyung trying to bring you two together. 

Well, no time like the present. 

Taehyung agreed, as his next words caught the attention of everyone. 

“You hurt Yoongi’s mate.” Your eyes widened as your head turned quickly to see Yoongi already staring at you, your faces both sharing the expression of shock. Jungkook was still holding your wrist, bringing you the two feet until you were right in front of Yoongi. 

You were silent, trying to process everything as Yoongi looked down at your held out wrist, his initials written in his own handwriting. Slowly, he pulled his own sleeve up, showing you his soulmark. 

Your initials were written in your own soft script, smooth cursive showing on his inner wrist, the same spot as your own. 

You were lost in your own world, oblivious to all of the noise and emotions happened outside the two of you. Yoongi slowly brought his hand to your wrist, his thumb rubbing over the top of your soulmark, gray turning to a dark black as the soulbond snaps into place confirming Taehyung’s suspicions. 

“Hello, soulmate.” A gummy smile burns into your retina, a memory you never want to forget as warmth erupts in your soul.

LMAOOOO LET THAT PERSON BE IN HER DREAMLAND. YOU DO YOUR THING!💜 MISS ANON IF YOU'RE SO SURE THAT YOU'RE THEIR SOULMATE!THEN LET ME TELL YOU. GO OFF ANON AND MAKE YOURSELF PUBLIC? WHY SO SCARED HUH?And to be someone's soulmate tarot cards isn't always accurate there's more to it LOL. Even Yoongi's solumate describes me. Will I marry him?There are so many people with the same characteristics you're not special okay?

for real!!! people don’t realize you can definitely have more than one soulmate 😳

Magic Shop (Part 2)

Pairing: Poly!BTS x Witch!Fem!Reader

Summary: Underneath the concrete and pavement, between the towering buildings, Seoul is thrumming with magic. Too much magic. It’s become a hot spot for magical beings seeking to feed off of such intense energy. BTS is unaware of such dangers until they come across a witch trying to manage the mischief of other magical creatures while creating her own trouble.

Warnings: Slight possessive themes (if you squint really fucking hard)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

The next time Namjoon saw (Name) was when he was into a local cafe management had managed to rent out for the day to shoot. He was very confused when he walked in and saw her sitting quietly at a two top in the back of the shop. She looked so comfortable in her cardigan while sipping from a mug that said "(Star Sign)" in bold, black print.

Of course, her pet weasel was sound asleep on the table next to her thick leather bound book.

Namjoon cast a quick glance at the preoccupied staff before he abandoned the comfort of his boyfriends, who grew confused as they watched him leave, to cautiously approach (Name). She was so distracted, reading something in her strange book, that she failed to notice Namjoon standing close to her. He cleared his throat, startling the woman.

"Oh, sorry!" He flinched as she coughed from her drink spilling down her throat and down the wrong pipe. Regaining her composure, she wiped at her mouth with a napkin before looking up at the male towering over her.

"Hello, Namjoon," she greeted with a soft smile as she closed her book with a notable thud. She folded her adorned hands on the table and tilted her head to the side. "How have you been?" she asked. Namjoon awkwardly shuffled and flashed a small grin.

"Good. We actually just got back from our tour," he announced. (Name)'s eyes lit up.

She gasped, "Oh wow. Has it really been three months since I've seen you?"

Namjoon rubbed at the back of his neck and corrected, "Since you helped me, yeah." Something seemed to occur to (Name).

"Oh that," she passively acknowledged. She set her mug down and had a more serious expression. "Do you happen to have my ring?"

At the mention of the ring, Namjoon swallowed stiffly.

Ever since he had taken off the accessory, he had been feeling off. He was able to push past the hollow feeling in his chest during fan meets and concerts, but there was a chill that haunted at night and kept him awake. There were several occasions where he had to assure his boyfriends that nothing was bothering him, and that he would be okay.

Namjoon slowly dug into the pocket of his overcoat to fish out the ring he had wrapped in the cloth he used to clean his glasses. He shook the fabric and allowed the ring to fall into his open palm.

For a moment, he was lost staring at the round cut ruby cradled in the delicate curves of the silver band. Inside, the engravings managed to capture his attention.

non solum non ambulabit

Namjoon considered himself fluent in English, and he was knowledgeable enough to know that the phrase was most definitely not in English.

It took him a moment to pull himself out of his trance so that he could hold the ring out for (Name) to take.

Little did he know, (Name) was watching him the whole time.

She observed his reaction closely before reaching out to push his hand away. Namjoon's intense gaze snapped up to meet her tender stare.

Before Namjoon could question her actions, (Name) shook her head and stated, "Actually, I want you to keep it." She retracted her hand and said, "I really was planning on taking it back, but consider it a gift."

Namjoon had to admit that he liked the idea of keeping the ring. Though, there was a nagging in the back of his head that he voiced aloud.

"What do you want in return?" he inquired warily. (Name) looked genuinely shocked for a moment before laughing loudly, which caught everyone's attention.

"Even though this is the second time we're meeting, you know me very well, Namjoon," she teased while resting her cheek on her palm. Her lips slipped into a mischievous grin, and she admitted, "There are a few things."

Namjoon decided to bite. "Like?"

(Name) hummed playfully in a way that amused Namjoon as well as put him on edge.

“Let’s start with introducing me to the others. They look really scared of me right now,” she noted with a faint nod towards the rest of the idols waiting by the staff who had gone back to setting up the lighting and cameras. Namjoon nodded and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Though, he didn’t immediately make a move to walk over.

“Should they be scared?” he asked as he looked over to his boyfriends talking among themselves.

(Name)’s smile morphed into a thin smirk.

“You’re smarter than you make yourself out to be,” she commented as she carelessly grabbed her mug and swirled the contents inside. "No, not with you by their side." There was no trace of dishonesty in her voice.

Namjoon cast her a curious glance, but when he received no response, he decided to walk back over to his group with a calmer demeanor than before.

"Who is that, Joon?" Yoongi asked with a passive stare towards (Name), who waved politely at the group of men.

“Ah, that’s (Name). I met her a few days before we went on tour,” he explained as he motioned for the others to follow him as he once again approached the table where (Name) sat patiently.

Jin raised a brow, “Oh? You mean when you went out and said that you didn’t cause any trouble?” A blush erupted across Namjoon’s cheeks that further heated up when (Name) giggled. Her laugh had the other men staring at her, slack-jawed.

“I promise, Namjoon wasn’t the one causing trouble that day,” (Name) declared. With another small wave, she introduced herself. “Nice to meet you all. My name’s (Name) (Last Name), but you can all call me (Name).”

“Wow!” Taehyung blurted as he stepped closer before, without hesitation, held (Name)’s hand close to him to observe her abundance of rings. “They’re so pretty!”

The woman smiled and replied, “Why, thank you! I’m glad you like them.” She trailed off, not knowing the idol’s name.

“Oh, I’m Taehyung!” His usual boxy shone brightly.

Though she was a little surprised by his unabashed eye contact, (Name) nodded and said, “I’m glad you like them, Taehyung." Just as Taehyung was about to ask where she had gotten them, Jin cleared his throat.

He said, “If you don’t mind me asking, (Name)-ssi, why are you here? I thought manager-nim rented the space out.”

“Ah, just (Name) is fine,” she corrected before taking a sip from her mug. “My friend and I actually co-own this shop. She typically works on the paperwork and financial stuff at home while I manage it,” she explained. With a sigh, her smile faded a bit. “She was actually the one supposed to watch over your filming session today, but her cat got sick.”

Jimin chimed in, “Does that mean you know how to make coffee?”

“Huh?” (Name) shook her head with a dismissive wave of her hand. “No, no. Coffee is her thing. I like to use the space when we’re closed or empty like this,” she said.

“Boys, we’re ready to start!” the director called. Suga walked away without a second thought.

(Name) stood and brushed off her jeans. “Jaewon,” she called, waking up her weasel. He calmly got up from where he was basking in the sunlight peeking through the windows and hopped a considerable distance into (Name)’s arms. The members who didn’t know about the weasel, being the majority of them, watched in shock as the large animal crawled up the woman’s arm to rest across her shoulders.

“(Last Name)-ssi, we have a few questions if you don’t mind,” the staff announced. She nodded with a small, polite smile.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” (Name) nodded at the idols and said, “I’ll talk to you all when I can. Let me know if you need anything.” She left the group of men to go speak with the staff.

The idols followed right after and got into their positions in front of the cameras. They posed and interacted with the coffee shop tableware and magical-like props. Meanwhile, most of the members would continue to talk with (Name) when they were on a short break, save for Yoongi and Jungkook.

“Where did you get your jewelry from, (Nickname)?” he inquired as he continued to admire the intricate designs of (Name)’s rings and necklaces.

Glancing over her jewelry, (Name) answered, “I actually made almost all of my jewelry.” Jimin and Taehyung gaped at her and leaned even closer. “The ones I didn’t make were made by my mother.”

While Jimin and Taehyung listened in awe, Jungkook sat nearby and found himself staring down Jaewon, (Name)’s weasel companion, resting on his owner’s shoulders.

“Do you think you could make me one, (Nickname)?” Jimin pleaded while tugging cutely on (Name)’s cardigan sleeve.

With wide eyes, (Name) asked, “You want me to make you a ring?” Jimin nodded.

“I want a necklace!” Taehyung raised his hand and chimed in. “But one that’s even prettier that Namjoon-hyung’s.” At that, (Name) laughed wholeheartedly. Once again, she had all the men’s attention on her, even the few that were across the shop filming.

“Well, maybe I’ll make them for you in the future. Right now, it looks like you’re needed elsewhere.” She was referring to the staff calling their names and motioning for the maknae line to join their hyungs at the coffee table.

(Name) also took that as her cue to move to the back room to refill her drink. Standing up with her book, she nodded at the three young idols before walking away, feeling their heated stares on her back.

As she reach the back of the small shop, she glanced over her shoulder to double check that everyone was preoccupied with the shoot. (Name) hummed an old tune from her childhood as she walked further into the small backroom where she kept her equipment and supplies.

Odd-colored plants hung from their vines across the ceiling and basked in the colored light coming through the stained windows. Papers were scattered beneath emptied vials and medicine bowls with leftover traces of unnatural mixtures.

Jaewon hopped off of (Name)’s shoulders to trek skillfully around the counter. The purple, leather bound book floated out of her hand and followed her around as she gathered multiple ingredients from around her work space. With a flick of her wrist, the pages began to turn until she held a hand up.

Her eyes trained on the page, (Name) placed dried herbs into one of her medicine bowls and allowed the grinding stick to mix them into a paste. (Name)’s brows furrowed as she focused entirely on her reading. Once the grinder came to a slow stop, she tore her eyes away from the information on the page before her to swipe a bit of the paste onto her finger to taste.

Smacking her lips, (Name) mumbled, “Needs more drooping sea leaves.” Noticing she didn’t have any on the table in front of her, she huffed at the inconvenience. 

Luckily, she had a few plants growing by the door.

(Name), knowing this, began humming happily again. With a small flourish, she spun towards the door, but froze in place.

There, in the doorway, stood the seven members of BTS. Seven variations of shock and confusion were frozen beneath her unamused stare. Eyes traveled between the floating book, the medicine bowl grinding herbs by itself, and the odd plants growing around the room.

Yoongi seemed to recover the fastest, for his confusion quickly morphed into his usual, narrow stare before he turned to leave the back room.

(Name) sighed.

Lazily, she lifted a hand in the direction of the seven men. A force pulled all of their bodies forward, further into the room. They stumbled in, and (Name) closed her hand into a fist the same time the door slammed shut behind the recovering idols.

Their heads went from the door to (Name), standing on the other end of the narrow room in an unnervingly calm manner.

(Name) took a deep breath and relaxed her hand, flexing her fingers. Once her arm rest by her side again, she took that as her opportunity to speak with a chilling smile.

“Thanks for reminding me to close the door.”

Dancing For Yoongi- Chapter 7 Explanations

"Jungkook and I used to be good friends, we had a normal life. School, friends, family, you know. He was in love with my sister. One day they ran away and I didn't see them for weeks. I was scared I wasn't going to see them at all. Then one day he came back, alone. He took me with him without saying anything to me where or why we were going. He brought me here and I was his. I was abused for weeks not knowing why he was so mad. It hurt so bad." I look into Jimins eyes to see any emotion. "Later I found out my sister died, how? I wouldn't find out till later. But he got so mad. I was his person he would take his anger out on. I got used to being treated like this, I only fought in the beginning, but when that got me a knife wound, I stopped," Jimins eyes show sorrow. I look down and continue. "Only recently did I move to water cause word got out of how he was treating me. He thinks I told someone, and that made him more mad. He's been haunting me even when I'm with Suga. He hates me," I finish. There's silence as Jimin digests the new information. "How often did he hurt you?" He asks softly. "Every night," is my reply. Jimin whistles. "So," I say snapping out of my solum attitude. "What now?" I ask. "You come back," a sudden voice says. I know that voice. I whirl around. Out of the shadows steps Suga. I step back into Jimin, who is behind me, he supports me as Suga walks up to me. I shrink into Jimin. "Chandry, you don't have to be afraid of him," Jimin says stroking my arm. I shake my head. "Chandry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for not listening to you. I'm sorry," he says looking into my eyes. He means it, I can tell. Tears fall from all the emotions. "Please, Chandry, come back to me," he pleads. "What about your girl now? How's she doing? Do you have fun with her?" I ask angerly, looking into his eyes. "It was her you know, who poisoned me, now that you know. And yes, that time I snuck out, I was going to go see Jungkook, because he made me go to him, or else I would get hurt even more," I gasp out of breath. He stares stunned at me that I told him everything. "You want to know where these came from?!" I ask taking my shirt off and throwing it, revealing the dark purple bruises and marks all over my torso and neck. "I was used! USED Suga! And you didn't even know about it!" I yell at him. "And you want to know where these came from?" I ask pointing at my scars from Jungkooks knife. "He cut me, he cut me when I didn't do what he wanted, and he beat me, and HURT ME!!" I scream crumpling into him exausted. I cry not caring anymore. He wraps his arms around me and holds me. I sink to the floor and he comes down with me. "I'm sorry Chandry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers over and over to me. I cry into his chest. I do trust Suga, but I get so confused of what to do because of Jungkook. Everything I though I was doing right, was wrong, and I got punished for it. Then, what I thought was wrong, and I did it, it was the wrong answer and got hurt for it. I cry into Suga's shirt unable to do anything else. "Do you want to stay with Jimin for awhile?" Suga whispers. I nod and he rocks me. "I love you Chandry. I want you to know that," he says. "How can you love someone if they're your slave?" I ask. Suga tenses. "Chandry, you are not my slave, I let you do what you want," he says. I shake my head. He doesn't understand. "I want to leave," I say pulling away looking at him. "You can't," he says, gaze hardening. "Why?" I plead. "I won't let you," "Then I'm your slave," I say looking down. He sighs standing up. "Come on," "No," I reply downhearted. "Chandry, come now," he commands. "Suga," Jimin cautions. Suga glances at Jimin. I stand up and leave the room not caring if Suga follows. As I head back to water building, I hear a heated argument around the corner. I pause listening in. "You said we would be ok soon!" A voice argues. "No, Namjoon, I said I would be ok, not you," another replies. "Then what does he want?" "Her," "Why?" "I don't know, I just know that he wants her," "You can't take her, Yoongie won't allow it," "Yoongie doesn't have an option," "Then what are we going to do?" "I don't know," "I-" his sentence cut off as I step around the corner. I see Namjoon, the one who used me, and a darkly dressed hooded figure. "What do you want?" Namjoon spits as I pass by him and the other figure. "Is this her?" The figure asks. "Yes," Namjoon replies. "Well, let's take her," he says. I look back at them as they head toward me. I break into a run and try to get away. A arm wraps around my waist and I scream. I'm pulled back and dragged to the side. "SUGA!!!" I scream in terror. A hand clamps on my mouth and I start to cry. "Shut up, be quiet and you won't get hurt," the dark figure growls in my ear. "CHANDRY?!" I hear Suga yell as he runs down the hallway. We're in the shadows as he slows down near us. I'm about to cry out when I feel a cold knife blade press to my side. I flinch. Suga stops and listens. "Chandry," he says looking around. It presses harder. I stifle my cries. Suga passes and disappears. He drags me out and to a metal side door. "Namjoon, make sure he doesn't miss her," the figure says as he stands in the door way with me in his grasp. Namjoon nods and walks off. I'm yanked out of the doorway and into a clearing. "Come with me, Chandry,"