Jungkook's POV

Having her back home like this feels amazing.

It was one thing to have her ability bring her here in the middle of the night for the first time, but it was under the condition of never knowing when it would take her back, so this is so much better, in my opinion. She won't disappear randomly because she came here by plane.

If I had a say in what's to come, I'd say that she's here to stay. Of course, I know better than to voice that aloud.

I hum happily as I carry her bag over my shoulder while guiding her to my bedroom, the others shuffling around the house and getting settled with their own planning for the day. Knowing Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok, they'll get some work done in the studio, but the others will most likely take it easy.

Opening the door, I motion her in with a proud smile on my face. I deep cleaned my bedroom yesterday, knowing that I dearly wanted her in my bed. I washed the sheets, dusted every surfaces and even emptied one side of my dresser so she could put in her clothes, should she want to.

If the others had put in even half of the effort I put in their own bedroom, maybe I would have relented the fight, but they didn't. It was for her sake that I insisted she sleeps in my bed. Definitely not for my own satisfaction. Heh.

"Here, have a seat on the bed" I muse, hands gentle as I help her sit on the mattress before settling her luggage on the floor beside the dresser, where she won't trip over it. Her bag on top of it, and I smile while turning back to her sleepy form.

She yawns for a long few seconds, cheeks blushing slightly when she finds me staring. "I'm sorry. I slept the entire car ride, and now you have to share your bed with me. I could do with the couch just fine, I really don't mind".

"Y/N, I'm not going to let you sleep on the couch when you can have my bed instead. I washed everything for you yesterday, I want you here" I reveal seriously. "Feel absolutely allowed to refuse, but I kind of hoped you'd let me cuddle with you while you sleep, if you're okay with that".

She blinks at me shyly, face turning a pretty shade of pink before she nods her head. "T-that's fine with me. I've found out that I sleep really well in someone's arms, first with Yoongi and then with Jimin. It's... comforting".

My eyes sparkle at her acceptance, as well as hearing that us hugging her feels good to her. It's really all we want for our baby soulmate, for her to feel safe and loved. "That makes me very happy, Y/N".

As much as I complained earlier, I know that Yoongi is just as capable as Jimin at making her feel that way, so I'm really glad that he was there for her when she went back home that night, and then when she took the plane. I only hope that I can be that type of comfort for her, too.

"Do you want to change into more comfortable clothes? I left this side of the dresser empty for you, so feel free to do with it as you want. I can leave while you get ready for bed" I offer as I head to the door, already knowing deep down that she could not possibly want to sleep in jeans.

"Right, I probably should change... thank you, Jungkook. For welcoming me into your space like this and... for everything else" she murmurs softly, eyes honest as she glances up at me. I hum, a small smile on my lips before leaving the room to give her some privacy.

I find Taehyung, Jimin and Jin in the living room when I make my way to the kitchen to make us both a glass of water. The tv is showing some animation movie Jimin really wanted to watch, but I quickly come to realize that the language wasn't set to Korean for once when I hear words that I don't understand.

Curious, the glasses now set aside for later, I head closer to find the Korean subtitles changing as the characters talk. "What language is that?" I ask them, earning myself a look from Jin as the other two are completely immersed already.

"It's French. They thought it would be fun for us to try and learn her language at least a little, and you know, I think it really would help her to feel more included in the group if we tried to learn more about her culture".

Oh, that's neat. "We should all try to learn for her sake" I agree with a nod. "I'm sure she would feel more at home if we can communicate in a language that she's more comfortable talking, we could take some official lessons or something".

"It seems we all somehow came to the same conclusion" Namjoon muses as he joins us to make himself a cup of coffee with Hoseok. "Yoongi and I were just talking about that earlier. We'll be working on some individual songs while she sleeps. It'd be nice if someone could come and get us once she's awake".

"Of course, Joonie" Jin answers as he brings his gaze back to the tv. "Don't overdo it, hm? Don't wait until you get a headache to rest, and bring some water with you, coffee only does so much before it turns against you".

"No guarantee, but I'll try".

Hoseok wraps an arm around his shoulders with his usual caring smile. "I'll keep an eye on them, hyung. Here, Namjoonie, take this coffee to Yoongi, I'll bring yours next along with some bottles of water. I won't take long".

"Oh, thank you. I'll get going, then".

A door opening has me turning my head to find Y/N peaking out of my room in a soft looking pyjama, and her blush as Namjoon pats her head softly on the way, his quiet murmur wishing her a good sleep, endears me to no end. Am I about to hug this squishy body of hers for the next few hours? Oh yes I am.

I hurry over with the water when her sheepish gaze falls on me. "I put my clothes in the dresser" she reveals as she steps aside, "and I put the luggage over there, I hope that's alright".

I look over to where she's pointing at, seeing there the luggage we'd lent her in the corner of the room, next to the closet door. "That's just fine" I reassure her upon seeing her lips nervously sucked in. I set the glasses of water on one of the bedside tables. "Ready to get in bed?"

She nods her head, and just like that, I'm nearly throwing myself on it, body bouncing on the mattress before I pull the blankets aside in one swing of the arm. Her small giggle lets me know that I looked as silly as I hoped for, and my pride swells thick in my chest.

I set the blankets behind me, then open my arms to welcome her in my embrace with a determined look on my face, for she'll never be able to leave my hug ever again. That has her giggling some more as she carefully brings one knee on the edge of the bed before slotting herself against my chest.

I inhale deeply of her scent while closing my arms around her soft body. So soft, like a squismallow plushie. So perfect.

Her head nuzzles in my neck in search of the perfect position to sleep the night her body rejected during the flight, and I let her move and adjust until she echoes my sigh with a delightful hum that brings me shivers down my spine.

Finally, I pull the blankets over the both of us, feeling a strange but satisfying thrum in my heart.

"C'est tellement confortable" she whispers, "merci, Jungkook".

I don't know what she said, though I do recognize the 'merci' as being 'thank you', but her words were said with such softness that I can only close my eyes after pressing a kiss to her head. "Sleep well, little bunny".

Your POV

This time, when I wake up from my nap, it's to find myself still in the arms that held me as I fell asleep.

The arms wrapped around my waist and back dig into my fat from how tight they are, and I'm pushed right against Jungkook's chest, my face still nuzzled into the nook of his neck. I have no idea if I could even move as I slept, because I believe this is the exact position I fell asleep in.

Still, just like when Yoongi shared my bed for a nap, this is the best sleep I've ever had. No nightmares, no sudden waking up with a gasp, and no moving so much that I'd feel more tired than when I went to bed.

"Are you awake?" his sweet murmur sends shivers down my spine as his breath hits my ear. "It's only been two hours, it's not even ten in the morning yet. You can sleep more if you need to".

I hum softly, face rubbing against his soft skin with a small whine locking in my throat at the itch of my muscles, eager to stretch in a way that would make my body pop all over. I've yet to find a way to stretch properly, though, so that need always lives deep under my skin, taunting me for a satisfaction that I can never achieve.

He chuckles and rubs my back with one warm hand, the heat of it seeping into my skin through my clothes. His nose nuzzles my temple as he presses a kiss there, and then lower on my cheek and on the curve of my shoulder and neck. My breath hitches every single time his lips feel my skin, and he loves that dearly.

"Can't sleep anymore?" he asks between two kisses onto my shoulder, after which he pulls back slightly to gaze at the apple red of my cheeks. "Is it because of me? I tried to avoid moving too much, but would you sleep better if I left the bed?"

I quickly shake my head. "N-no, it might not have lasted that long, but it was very restful. I didn't have a single nightmare, and that says a lot about my comfort" I mutter shyly before hiding back in his neck, finding it hard to handle his stare from so close when he looks at me that way. He's just too damn handsome.

"I see. I'm glad, then" he says before hugging me close again, lips finding the crown of my head. "I'll hug you like that whenever you need it, no questions asked. I'll also listen to you, whatever it is you want to talk about, without judgement. So when you need someone to hug you and just listen, come to me. I want to be that safe space for you".

I close my eyes, his body heat hugging not only my body, but my heart and soul as well.

"What happens once your fans find out about me?"

Not exactly the question I'd wanted to ask, but the words just slipped out of their own. I bite my lips at the stretched silence that follows, and I can somehow see the frown on his brows without even looking.

"Honestly... I'm not really sure, Y/N. Most will be very welcoming and happy that you're with us. They'll see how happy we are with you and that will make them just as happy. They'll start including you in all the little things they notice that they find cute, and I'd bet quite a hefty amount of money that you'll begin to make an appearance in their projects and arts. What's worrisome is the... less healthy and more obsessive part of the fandom".

I try to keep my breathing steady even as my heart stutters. While the first scenario sounds lovely, the second incoming one... it makes me shudder in discomfort and he hasn't even said anything about those fans yet.

"We're not the type to judge our fans, don't get me wrong" Jungkook starts carefully, "but some of them can be very intense, in a way that can seriously put our safety at risk".

"In their mind, they have this... constant fantasy that they share our soulmark. It's like they'd stop at nothing to prove their point, which is that they belong with us. They don't, obviously, but in their made up reality, they truly believe that they share the amber stars with us. That makes them dangerous for everyone around us, not just you. Our families and friends have all been victims of such people, and it will probably happen again, though the company is trying hard to keep us safe. ARMYs are doing their best too, working together to report anything they see that could pose a risk towards us".

I nod slowly, that's always been the downside of becoming a celebrity. Not only with them, but with every known personalities in the world.

I've lost count of the amount of times I've seen news about this actor or that singer having a bad experience with obsessive fans of theirs, and oftentimes, the same fans have been spotted fighting against one another, each believing that they were the soulmate their idol was waiting for.

I could never understand the behaviour of such people. I'm way too self-aware and self-criticizing to humiliate myself this way, yet they go and do this in public, where everyone can see them.

Had I found out that Jungkook and the others were my soulmates randomly, I don't know if I would have had the courage to reach out to them. I would have been too scared of this being a mistake, or having them think I'm lying, so I would have continued my lonesome life, even if it was slowly killing me.

"That's why Namjoon wants you to meet the people at the company as soon as possible" he continues softly. "They're staffs who need to know how to keep you safe. People who scan the web for any malicious content, the security team members, management team members, even the CEO. They're people who want to make sure you're going to be safe wherever you go".

He sighs deeply then. "I'm really sorry that you won't be able to live a normal life anymore once we tell the world about you. When we were younger... fame sounded really fun and impressive, but now that we've been in it for so long, it's harder to see what's so great about it, and easier to see what we can't do anymore. Our fans make it worth it, though. I just don't want you to regret being our soulmate, this is a big thing to deal with for you".

He says that with such guilt that I can only reassure him with a squeeze of my arms around his back. "I understand, Jungkook. It's okay. I searched your group online, you know? When I got back home that day, and before Yoongi joined me. That's how I learned of your names, because none of you told me".

I chuckle when his eyes widen at the realization. "It's fine, really. Yoongi said your focus was on taking care of me, that the rest didn't matter at that moment. I filled in the gaps myself. Yoongi gave me a quiz on the plane to test my newfound knowledge of you guys".

"He did what?" Jungkook gasps, and I giggle with him as I recount the memory.

"Yeah, he gave me a quiz to see if I could remember the right names on the right faces. He showed me random pictures on his phone to see if I could guess who it was, and some weren't even of you guys. Then he showed the ultimate group pictures from your concerts, where you're dressed fancy with makeup, dyed hair and all".

We laugh together, each in the arms of the other, feeling warm and safe. I didn't know this was something I needed until it happened. I wish I could always wake up this way, but I know it's very unlikely to happen that regularly. I'll enjoy this moment and hold it dearly in my heart afterward.

"I can't believe he did that" Jungkook utters as he wipes a tear from his eye. "Did he reward you for passing the test?"

"Uh... he gave me a pat on the head, I think".

"Well, that simply won't do".

He sits up on the bed, then stares at me intently. "It's still early, we can do anything you want. Do you want a massage? I can give you a spa treatment and do your hands, feet, face. I can braid your hair, or- you know what? Let's do it all. I'll get everything ready in the living room, I'm sure Jimin will want to join you in that experience. Taehyung can take care of him while I take care of you".

With that said, he's jumping out of bed and running out of the bedroom before I can say anything, his voice ushering that the others stop whatever they're doing because there's much more important to do right now - aka, pretending they're a spa and I'm their precious VIP.

I remain lied down on the bed, face flushed and heart thumping a mile an hour.

What the heck am I supposed to do? There's no way he's changing his mind, but that's going to be so embarrassing. I've never had anyone take care of me that way before! Hugging like we did was already a huge step for me!

"I'll make snacks, then" I hear someone say, the voices not something I can recognize just yet. "The skincare we got her is in a bag in the bathroom. As for hand cream, you can use mine, it's in my bedroom, on my bedside table. As for foot cream... do we have any? I don't remember ever buying some".

"I do have that, in my side of the bathroom. I'll go get it" another voice chirps before rushing past Jungkook's bedroom to where I assume is the bathroom. I'll have to pay it a visit very soon, else my bladder won't be happy with me.

"When have you ever used foot cream, Taehyungie hyung?"

"Never, but aren't you glad I have it, now? Nothing ever happens by mistake, I now know that I got it for today, Jungkookie. You can say... thank you! Or... thank you, I love you!"

"Thank you Taehyungie hyung, I love you. Now stop talking and give me the foot cream".

"Geez".

I don't notice that I'm smiling until a tiny giggle echoes past my lips. Listening to them like this and knowing that it's all for me, there's something... I don't know. It's warming my heart in a way that I thought would never happen in this life. They're a house that's filled with love, a whole lot of love.

"What music should we play?"

"Spa music, Jimin-ah. Meditation music, anything relaxing. Have a look on my Spotify account, I have a few playlists that I think could work well for today. Not the ones I made, though, search for the ones made by Spotify".

Soon enough, the soft melody of the piano as well as the waves of the sea eventually reach my ears, and I unconsciously relax into the comfy bed still hugging me into its embrace. It's going to be hard to get out, Jungkook will need to work hard to get me to the living room.

"Is she awake? I just walked past your room and she seemed asleep".

"You guys keep preparing everything, I'll go have a look".

My heart stutters nervously in my chest as I turn to my side, away from the door with my eyes closed, blanket drawn all the way to my chin as if that could save me from whatever is about to happen. Why am I so nervous suddenly? Why even pretend to be asleep?

I feel more than I hear the presence now standing in the doorway, and I squeeze my eyes tighter. I'm so stupid for hiding like this, they're going to know that I'm pretending with a single look at my face and then what? What happens then? I'm freaking out here!

"You know, this reminds me of when I was young, and I felt so nervous that I would hide under my blankets. I knew I had nothing to be afraid of, but the anticipation made my heart beat so fast that my body would act on its own. It's my first time seeing someone do that because of me, though. It's adorable".

I purse my lips, face now burning with embarrassment. That's definitely Namjoon's voice, and somehow, the fact that he saw through me so quickly is a welcomed feeling. "I was fine until I heard you walking over here. I don't know why I reacted that way" I mutter as he climbs onto the bed to join my side.

"You don't know why? I think I do" he coos as he props himself on one elbow so he can turn my face with a slender finger until my gaze meets his. Here he is, hovering slightly over me from behind, his handsomeness staring down at me with those eyes of wisdom that seem to know everything.

"Let me see... you are the only woman in a house of seven men" he begins counting with his fingers. "You don't know much about us outside of the fact that we are your soulmates. We've known each other for only a few days, and yet I made you fly all the way to Korea to be with us. You are vulnerable in someone else's bed, and you seem pretty shy in nature, so it's no wonder that you would be nervous. Do you still not know why you reacted like this?"

"Well... hearing you now... I think it's not so surprising after all" I admit bashfully.

He chuckles, knuckles caressing my cheek as his eyes fill with tenderness. "Is Jungkook's idea too much for you? The spa treatment. Did he force you into this?"

I shake my head softly, not wanting to lose his warmth on my skin. "It sounds fun, really. I'm just nervous because I've never had anyone care for me that way before. I'm a little self-conscious, that's all".

He hums knowingly. "Would it make you feel better if we put something on the tv? That way, you wouldn't have all the attention on yourself, and you could enjoy whatever Jungkook has planned out for you".

"That... would be nice" I murmur shyly, thankful to have someone looking out for me like this.

"Then that's settled. How about we join them in the living room? Oh wait, you should head to the bathroom first. I'll tell them to look into which movies we could watch in the meantime, so take your time. Here, let me help you out of bed".

His strong arms pull me into a seated position before I can even prepare myself, and a shiver courses throughout my body as I lose the blanket's warmth. "Another one is waiting for you on the couch" he says knowingly as he slowly guides me to the edge of the mattress with a patience that I've not seen often. "One last push, and there you go. Attagirl".

I flush under his grin, only too happy to hide in the bathroom once he points at a door from Jungkook's doorway. I close the door behind me, and one glance in the mirror shows that I'm red from head to toe.

Great, that's fantastic. I just have to look like a ripe tomato when I blush.

---

"Y/N! Come over here, sit with me" Jimin muses as soon as he sees me enter the living room, himself now seated on the couch in a fluffy looking pyjama, satin headband keeping the hair out of his face as another one dangles from his fingers with a bright smile and creased eyes.

"Am I supposed to wear that, Jimin?" I ask sheepishly as I join him under the stares of everyone else, Jungkook barely restraining himself as he jumps in excitement while the others lounge about the place, content to simply be here in this moment.

"Well, you don't have to. It's just to keep the hair out of your face, Jungkook wants us to wear a hydrating mask and it tends to turn sticky, that's why" the first soulmate I met explains with a gentle voice, the blanket next to him removed so I can sit there instead. He draws it over my lap once I've settled properly.

"I guess I could wear it, then... it makes me look silly though" I mutter as I grab it hesitantly. This round face of mine doesn't always handle well getting all the attention.

Hoseok stands abruptly at my words, then walks off into the corridor without saying a thing. Yoongi's lips stretch slyly as his sharp gaze falls on my confused face. "Hoseok-ah will fix that for you. You won't feel embarrassed anymore, I promise".

Right as he says that, Hoseok comes back with several headbands in hands, while he's already wearing one himself. Purple with a cartoon face and ears poking upward. His short hair is straight up and spiky, and Jin sighs dramatically as he's handed a white headband of similar details.

"Are you ready, my little dove? Because once I wear this, you're going to see more of my handsome face and I wouldn't want to dazzle you. ARMY would fight to death just to see my forehead one more time".

I can only stare as he winks at me playfully, headband worn around his neck before he pushes it up over his face to get all the hair, the others doing the same, though none of them feel like teasing me quite the same way.

Hairs shoot straight up, while others hang low around the sides, but all soulmates share the same characteristic - they look funny, and it's enough to make me feel less self-conscious about what I look like. How can they do this with such a straight face?

I wear my own headband, then hum to myself when my brain processes that... well, that this isn't so bad after all, and that it's actually quite comfortable. Jimin looks pleased as he meets my gaze, like he can tell without me having to say anything that I'm slowly calming down. I then stare at Seokjin again to find him still awaiting a reaction from me.

"Your make it sound as if your face is dangerous, Seokjin" I say teasingly as he cups his face all cutely for my own eyes, looking all proud of himself as he does, "but I fear I can't see it. Do people really go crazy over your forehead?"

He deigns being insulted upon hearing how unaffected I am. "Sweetie, you have before you the Worldwide Handsome Seokjin of Bangtan Sonyeondan. Anything I show the world creates an uproar. You're actually wounding me with this reaction, you could at least pretend to be happier about it".

I pinch my lips together when Taehyung and Hoseok snort in their hands. It doesn't take a genius to see that I am pretty underwhelmed by the sight of his forehead.

Don't get me wrong - he is absolutely gorgeous and nothing will ever change that. But to be dazzled by his forehead? I don't know, I don't think I have that sort of fetish.

"Kim Seokjin has been vanquished by a stoic soulmate, whatever shall he do?" Yoongi croons with a smirk, all the while Hoseok shares a similar face of amusement, eyes bright as he waits for the drama to begin. "It takes a special kind of soulmate to pull that off. How will he handle the hit?"

Seokjin's chest puffs with pride as he tilts his chin high. "I will change my tactics. I will observe you, Y/N, and just you wait, I shall charm you into adoration. There will come a day when the mere sight of me makes your heart tingle and melt".

I feel myself smile wider at his antics, and Jimin giggles next to me while Jungkook settles at my feet with creased eyes, for he is happy whenever his soulmates are in a good mood. This is a very good mood he's sensing from them. Playful and harmless. He likes this.

"It will happen soon enough" Namjoon states matter-of-factly, and just like that, Seokjin is parading through the house like a pretty bird with a crown of colourful feathers around his neck. The leader of their group shrugs slightly when he meets my flustered gaze. "Sorry Y/N, I don't control the prophecies".

"Enough about that, you're going to make her regret ever taking the plane" Jungkook interjects himself into the conversation as he begins shuffling through the items in a box beside him on the floor. It's filled with all sorts of skincare bottles, soft towels and the likes.

I have no idea what to expect, if I'm honest.

"So, I was thinking about starting with a little face massage. Cleaning the skin, a hydrating mask, and then I move down. Massage the arms, then hand cream. Massage the leg, calf and ankle, then foot cream. After that, we remove the mask and headband, and I braid your hair. That sounds like a good plan?" he explains with a chirpy voice and sparkling eyes.

Meanwhile, I am hot in the face, eyes glancing at every soulmates with nerves flooding my system at the mere thought of all these things being done to me in front of them.

I know Namjoon mentioned a movie, and I can see it on the gigantic tv, paused on the first second and awaiting our focus to begin, but it doesn't change the fact that Jungkook's fingers will be digging into my skin and fat before them all.

Gosh, what if he ends up being disgusted by the feeling of my body? It's one thing to feel it during a hug, but to massage into it with your fingers? I'm not so sure anymore that this is a good idea.

Jimin shuffles closer, an emotional support is what he feels like right now, and maybe he is. "If there's anything you don't want happening, you only need to tell him and he'll respect that for you" he whispers near my ear so that only I hear him.

Jungkook is nervously anticipating my answer with round doe eyes, while the others try to look elsewhere, knowing that it's putting pressure on me with a single look at the nervous patches of red spreading across my skin, something that happens whenever I'm taken out of my comfort zone.

"We could... erm... could we start with only the face and see how comfortable I am afterward?" I try softly, the Korean words slurring a bit because of anxiety and a heavily thumping heart. I could even feel my voice shake slightly as I spoke, and that's more embarrassing than I would care to admit.

Despite my discomfort, Jungkook's eyes soften, a nod of the head with no sign of disappointment in sight. "We can totally do that. If you have enough with the face massage, then that's all we do. Could I still braid your hair once we're done? I really want to try, it looks so soft".

I unconsciously relax at his easy acceptance, and every shoulders in the room release of their tension. "Yes, of course you can, Jungkook".

He beams happily, and with that said and done, Seokjin comes back with a tray of easy-to-eat snacks that he settles on the coffee table, right behind Jungkook. Taehyung grabs a few pieces to feed us himself as he settles on the floor with Jungkook.

"Say ahhhh".

Feeling his thumb graze my lips as he pushes something between them has my heart fluttering wildly, though the taste that settles onto my tongue soon takes over my thoughts. What's this? It tastes so good!

"Seokjin, did you make that?" I ask him with round eyes, like this is a feat worth seeing only in the best restaurant. His cheeks turn all round from how wide his smile is as he nods his head.

"I sure did. Don't be shy and eat as much as you want. I can always make more if it's not enough".

This time, I eagerly accept the next bite that Taehyung brings to my lips, a pleased hum echoing in my throat as the taste brings me as much joy as the first. The sight makes them sigh happily, while Jimin's soul fills with delight, his ability allowing him to sense the full intensity of my emotions.

"Jiminie, do you want me to braid your hair too, once we're done with the spa treatment?" Taehyung suddenly asks with a boxy grin that is absolutely adorable on him. "You could have a matching hairstyle with Y/N".

"Only if you promise to do your best and not make me look ugly".

"Jiminie, you could never look ugly".

"I agree with Taehyung" I add, blushing when his eyes snap to mine faster than light itself. "You- I mean, you're really handsome, I don't think anything you do could make you look ugly. That goes for... for all of you, of course".

Hoseok coos in contentment, Yoongi's cheeks turn a soft pink, Seokjin's ears turn a bright red as his shoulders straighten up, and Namjoon appears simply content as he looks over everyone with the gaze of a leader.

"You flatter us, Y/N" Jungkook muses as he grabs what he needs to get started on my face. He spreads a small amount of disinfectant gel in his hands, his eyes on me as he tries to figure out what to say in response to my compliment.

Somehow, he can tell that mirroring the compliment back on me wouldn't have the effect he wants it to have, so once his hands have dried, he gently grabs my own before leaning down to press a kiss on each one, eyes closing and lashes fluttering as he puts as much love as he can into the act.

"You know, Y/N" Taehyung begins softly as he rests his head over Jimin's lap, the latter's fingers slowly playing with the hair at his nape. "We're really happy that you're here with us, I want you to know that. We want you to be happy with us, and we want to take care of you. You spent so long on your own, but you have us, now. I hope you come to like being here with us too. I wish you would want to stay here, with us".

His quiet admission has my heart softening in my chest, something within me melting into peace as they all share the same vulnerability. While this is all very new... I don't see myself going back home, to Canada. It is where I was born, where I grew up, but isn't home where my soulmates are? It does feel like it, in this moment.

I can't say that I know what the future looks like, I don't know what awaits me as I remain by their side, but being here has so far kept the heavy shadows of death away from my soul and I know that it's all thanks to the bond that thrums between us.

For so long, I had felt soulless, alone in a world that was way too big for me, but now? For the first time in years, I feel hope, warmth, love. I finally see the light, and it gives me the strength to try to do what I couldn't until now. Loving myself might be easier to do, if I'm not drowning in darkness anymore.

"Home to me... that is wherever you guys are, I can feel that truth deep in my soul" I mutter softly, a smile on my lips when their eyes light up with relief. "Let us go one day at a time, and let us see what the future has in store for us. I think that would be best for now".

"Of course, that is a very sensible answer" Namjoon echoes with a nod of the head. "Let's enjoy ourselves, one day at a time, as she said, with no expectations of what the future should look like. There's no point going faster than time, otherwise we'll be going out of breath while making no real progress".

Hoseok drops to his back with a plop, head ending on Yoongi's lap who pretends like he doesn't care, even as his fingers relax at the contact.

"I like that, going one day at a time. Let's not spoil the surprises that shall come our way. We have to plan ahead all the time with our job, but we don't have to do the same with our soulmate, do we? Y/N is here, with us, and that's all that matters. Whatever tomorrow has in store for us, we will find out when the time comes".

"For now, it's... spa time!"