(Y/N) POV:

The familiar walk to the café, though it's dark- moonlight reflecting soft shadows as I walk. There's no hurry, no rush, my feet slowly carrying me forward, down the familiar streets, past the same buildings before I come to a stop. The usual soft glow of the lights from inside, pouring out to the street- its comforting and welcoming ambience felt even through the shut door. But when I step inside, there's a sudden shift. It's void of the usual bustling chatter, the whirring of the machines, the rustling of pages and the quiet chatter. It's eerily silent, the silence grating on my eardrums, eyes scanning the empty book café with confusion and worry. It's empty- stark empty. There's not a soul in sight.

I spin in a slow circle, eyes trying to seek out any other presence but to no avail. It looks deserted, as though it has been left untouched and unvisited, all the mismatched armchairs and tables vacant.

"Haraboji....halmeoni?" I call, but there's no reply.

"Hye-Jin, Min-cha, Hyun-ah?" I call, but the young, overexcited vampires don't reply either, don't spring up on me in their usual teasing manner as they attempt to scare me witless.

A sense of foreboding enters me, a sickening feeling of worry.

But then there's the sound of someone, maybe something...shifting at the back.

A small almost inaudible shifting that catches my attention. There's soft light footsteps that make their way across the floorboards, almost silent in their movements. The sound is slowly approaching, languidly- as if they have all the time in the world and are toying with me...almost.

It feels like I'm surrounded by something unknown- a great presence that encompasses the space and invades my lungs- a tightness that coils its away around my chest and squeezes. The presence makes my heart thud violently, my feet which had been frozen in the same place now pushing me forward against my will, urging me to find the presence.

A vehement insistent whisper inside my head- urging me to move, to follow the tug and an overpowering need to get closer, to find. My mind and heart are at war with each other, unable to decide whether or not I am in danger. Something so deeply rooted in me, something innate guiding me forward whilst the rational part of me battles for control but fails.

Something deep in my soul suggesting that I'm not in danger far from it, but my wildly beating heart doesn't settle- it becomes erratic with each step the unknown presence makes. Anticipation making my breath catch in my throat.

But suddenly cutting through my consciousness, is a strong tug, tugging me up, up even though I want to stay and find out who it is.

Something that yanks harshly at some unknown tether in me, pulling me out, and the walls of the café disappear into blackness, even though I desperately try to latch onto something, anything that can keep me grounded in that moment.

My fingers frantically try to clasp onto something and then brush ever so lightly against a sleeve, slightly damp, before my eyes are flashing open and chest heaving. I spin my head frantically in search for something, what that something is I don't know. My eyes catch onto Jinyoung oppa's, his own eyes wide open and roving over me in a worried manner.

I will my thudding, coursing heart to calm down but even as my eyes snag on nothing but the familiar walls I had fallen asleep in, I can't help feeling disappointed, as though I had just missed something incredibly important. As if I'd been guided awake for some reason but my brain can't fathom what it might've been.

But the feeling of dampness on my hands remain and I feel it against my cheeks, tears. I'd been crying.

Jinyoung oppa rushes forward, cool long fingers that brush off warm salty tears off my cheeks. I lean into the touch, feeling both reassured by the comfort as well as an aching feeling that suggests it was something else, I had been yearning for.

I let my eyes flutter shut, even as hot tears seep out from under them.

Why am I crying? Why do I feel like I've just missed something?

And why is it that despite the heaviness in my head having vanished and the fatigue disappearing- there's a weariness that tugs me down, a heavy weight in my centre. As if my soul aches for something.

JIN POV:

Whilst washing the dishes, I find myself losing focus. I grip tightly at the edge of the sink, even as it disappears from sight and is replaced by unfamiliar shelved walls, shelves filled with books of an array of genres. I turn around slowly trying to figure out where I am, this location is different. One I don't recognise. It appears to be a bookshop of some kind but I can't detect any presence, any living thing here- it's void of life. The floorboards under my feet don't creak, the naturally gifted grace and speed allowing me to move without making a sound.

But then the sound of a door opening, the gentle jingle of chimes before soft footsteps pad in.

And their presence makes the atmosphere suddenly shift. The lifeless unoccupied bookshop now encompassed and cocooned with the warmth of that person. As though their physical presence has reached into every nook and cranny, every corner and banished any lingering sense of emptiness.

A sweet soft whisper of a scent. The same scent from the other dream, alluring and tempting. Teasing my soul, ensnaring me and trying to wound me closer and closer to the source of it. Wrapping itself securely around my centre and urging me forward, whispering me to get close.

"Haraboji...halmeoni?" a soft confused voice fills the air, a sweet melody that reels me in whilst simultaneously making me freeze in shock at how much those two words affect me.

Captivate me.

A small period of silence.

And then.

"Hye-Jin, Min-cha, Hyun-ah?" the same lilting voice calls out, tinged with worry.

Something bothers me at the worry in the tone, urges me to rush forward and soothe the person. To remove that worry that weighs down on them.

The scent winds itself around my mind, ensnares all rational thought as my feet move forward towards the scent- the word mate ringing beautifully in my ears.

Something in my soul is called to her, urged and excited to come face to face with her. To catch a glimpse of the person behind the siren's song.

I shift with barely restrained excitement, feet carrying me forward slowly, purposely making a slight sound as I walk, reaching out to the person as if to silently say- I'm coming, I'm here.

The tether between us guiding my movements, bringing me forward, closer, and closer, my soul mounting with a feeling of elation, giddiness that this is it. This is where I finally see her.

But when I emerge from the shelves, stopping a small, barely-there, distance away I see their back, hair tumbling enticingly down their back in loose waves that sway slightly as they shift, as if their body recognises my presence, turning to see me. Give me the first sight of the person we've all been waiting for. But before I can see her face, give in to the strong urge of pulling her close, she becomes slightly hazy- as though she's nothing but a fragment of my mind, disappearing from view almost.

Her hand, small and dainty I note barely brushes against my sleeve, my own hands failing to clutch at her before the image shatters.

My eyes flash open, I gasp loudly, hunched over the sink slightly, chest feeling as though it's being viciously squeezed. My sleeves are damp, damp from where the water had splashed onto it earlier.

In the reflection of the tap I can see the ring of gold around my irises. A prophetic vision.

Where had that bookshop been?

My mind was frantically screaming for me to move, to find her. Our final mate. It was as if my soul was trying to guide me to her, that the divine powers were shifting, working to bring us together.

If only I had reached out to grasp her, turned her to look at me.

There's a shift in the bond, and it's minutes later when the kitchen is filled with the exuberant voice of Hoseok-ah.

"Hyung I'm back!" an overly cheerful voice fills the air, body colliding with mine in a backhug.

But when I turn to face him, the smile slides off his face and he gapes at my eyes.

"Mate. Our mate..." is all I can wheeze out between the shock still clouding my mind.

Before I slump bonelessly into his figure, the rush of energy leaving me unsteady, the overwhelming feeling of sorrow left behind. That I had been so close. So close but yet had failed to see her.

And I feel Hoseok-ah's strong and gentle grip hold me close and guide me out of the kitchen and onto a couch. His hands come to grasp mine, rubbing soothing circles into my skin, a tingling sensation of energy rushing back, body responding to the healing touch, pulling me out of my shock.

Meeting Hobi's eyes with my own.

"What is this about our mate?" he asks, voice firm, though I don't miss the glimmer of hope that lights up his eyes.

JINYOUNG POV:

It takes some time for (Y/N) to calm down from the panic she'd woken up in, seeming disoriented and confused- eyes in a panic as they searched for something, dimming slightly when they didn't find it.

There were tears that had coursed down her cheeks as her head twisted, she seemed unaware of them until moments later. I couldn't bear to see her so distressed.

I rushed forward to wipe them away, heart lurching when she leaned into the touch like she was starved for affection.

I press my lips against her forehead, feeling her body shudder and convulse as she sobbed, wrapping her arms around me, and soaking the front of my shirt with her tears.

Each shuddery exhale, wavery breath and hitch and gasps tore at me, and when she finally looked up, eyes red-rimmed and the tip of her nose pink, cheeks flushed slightly and tearstained, bottom lip wobbling, I felt it clench with sorrow.

Whatever had made her feel this way,

"Oppa has got you chickie. You're going to be fine." I murmured, holding her close, her fingers having fisted into my shirt desperately, holding herself close.

When those tears finally stop and her breath evens out again, I raise her face so I can look down into the soft wide eyes, try to figure out what it was that had disturbed her.

And then a sickening, guilty thought slides into my head.

Though the tonic was restorative and brought back depleted energy levels, it could occasionally cause unusual dreams and from the looks of it, (Y/N) had just had a nightmare or dreamt of something that had deeply unsettled her.

My hand rubs gently up and down her back.

"I'm sorry chickie. You happened to be one of the few who have disturbed dreams because of the tonic. It shouldn't happen again if you take the tonic later on." I say sorrowfully, her eyes sparking with a realisation.

"It was the tonic?" she asks, almost fearful of the answer.

It makes me feel bad, her voice taking on a tone of uncertainty.

"I'm afraid so. But I'll modify it so that you have dreamless sleep instead." I offer, expecting to see her loosen with relief.

But her eyes widen with panic.

"Don't do that oppa. Don't blame yourself. The stress has been getting to me, I guess. I dreamt of the café." She says.

Her words bring me some sort of reassurance, abating the guilt that was beginning to rear its ugly head.

If her stress hadn't gone- even whilst she was asleep, it could manifest itself as weird dreams.

And that's what had happened.

But I still held her close, cradling her protectively, rocking her gently back to sleep- arms never moving away from her. I stay seated like that; her body relax and loose in my arms. Stay there until the others come home. Because I can't bear to move away from her.

Mind still tormented with the possibility of the damage that could've occurred if Hobi had stepped into the room and come face-to-face with a defenceless human. What could've happened if she'd woken up with an unfamiliar figure.

It had been moments after the front door had shut, I had just leaned back away from her when she'd bolted upright, body propelled upwards with a speed as though she'd been forcefully jolted into consciousness.

And the close call had been enough to rile up my protective instincts. My arms caged around her in a protective embrace until the familiar presences of my soulmates had calmed me down. Allowed me to slowly, albeit slightly unwillingly, detach myself from her and tuck her back into bed.

And some time for the redness from my eyes to fade, instincts not settled until all of them had made their way home and (Y/N) had woken up later, looking much more refreshed and relaxed than she had in that brief period she'd awoken and the exhausted figure that had arrived this morning.

She was sitting there bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, practically vibrating with her newly restored energy, fidgeting restlessly in bed.

And it had taken a mere suggestion of taking a walk or going out that she had bolted from the bed in an eager, quick move that had almost sent her tumbling had it not been for Bambam's arms intercepting her before she plummeted to the ground. But the fond laughs and slightly embarrassed look in her eyes was a welcome sight- a distraction and reprieve from the thoughts of what if...what could've been.

(THERE YOU GO! ANOTHER PROPHETIC CONNECTION BETWEEN JIN AND (Y/N)! I WONDER HOW LONG IT'LL BE BEFORE THEY FINALLY DO MEET! AND WHAT THEIR REACTIONS WILL BE!! HOW DID YOU FIND THIS CHAPTER! AND KNOW YOU KNOW...THAT SOMEHOW, SHE'D FELT HOBI'S PRESENCE AND BEEN AWOKEN FROM HER DREAM! ARGH! THE TIMING WAS SO BAD OTHERWISE JIN MIGHT'VE SEEN HER!! AND WE'RE AT NUMBER 13 IN THE BTSXREADER TAG!! THAT IS ALL THANKS TO YOU LOVES! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH!! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS LOVELIES ABOUT THE CHAPTER TOO! UNTIL NEXT TIME! STAY SAFE!)

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