(Y/N) POV:

Hobi and (Y/N)'s outfits:

(Cos I can't tell how clear the photo is and this is amazing!)

When we'd finished breakfast Hoseok told me he was going to quickly get dressed before we left and then he was rushing off upstairs. The others pulled me towards the garden, the weather was perfect. It was sunny with a nice cool breeze, the universe for once was working in my favour rather than against me. Yoongi immediately sought respite in the shade and without another word tugged me with him, pulling me to sit onto his lap, his arms coming immediately to encircle me, legs tangling with my own.

I was surprised at the sudden gesture but didn't comment. If Yoongi wanted me here, why would I reject his tenderness?

I wasn't expecting for his arms to tighten around my waist and for him to lean forward until his chest was pressed against my back.

"I'm not telling you to rush, I'm asking that when you're ready don't shut us out, don't shut me out." He implored, words brushing against the shell of my ear. I shivered slightly not just from the soft sensation but also from the way his words were worming their way into my heart and making a permanent place for them.

I shifted in his lap slightly, not uncomfortable with his words because they were more than reasonable, they were welcoming and inviting, it was more so to do with me and if they'd still want me after learning everything about who I was.

"Don't be scared (Y/N)-ah, all we've ever wanted, all we've ever waited for was you. I promise that'll never change." He said, words low and reassuring as they brushed against my ears, only for me to hear.

"How can you promise so easily?" I said, twisting so I could face him, looking at him straight in the eye.

"How can you promise when you don't what you'll find?" I pressed.

I needed to know.

"Because it's you. Because I know how it feels. And I will never ever let you feel the way I had." He vowed, maintaining eye contact, staring deep into me as he said those words.

I wasn't expecting that. That someone so happy and with his soulmates to even say that he knew how it felt. I didn't know how much he knew; I didn't know how much he'd hurt but I was comforted. There was nothing but sincerity and a raw openness in his words. That made me trust. That made me believe.

I nodded.

"I promise to try." I said, heart lightening at the knowledge that they didn't intend to let me shoulder my burden alone.

"That's more than enough." He said, face breaking into a gummy smile, eyes crinkling slightly.

I found my breath catching slightly looking at him, this was pure unfiltered joy on his face. I didn't realise it could be, that it was in fact directed towards me.

He leaned forward and pecked my forehead, lips lingering before he leaned back and looked at me with softness in his eyes.

I was so lost in him that I hadn't realised where the others were, what they were doing, forgot everything except the fact that I could feel the bond humming between us with a newfound strength, could almost feel the way it glowed.

And then another presence, coming to settle behind me, hand gently resting on my shoulder. I turned to see Hoseok smiling at the two of us, his smile radiating. He leaned over and drew Yoongi into a soft chaste kiss before he was leaning back and offering me his hand.

I slipped my hand in his, silently marvelling at the size difference before slipping off Yoongi's lap, I shot him one last smile before I turned not missing the way his gums peeked through when he smiled back. The others waved us off and then Hobi was guiding me out of the house.

He held the door open for me, waiting for me to slip into the passenger seat before darting around to get behind the wheel.

"Where are we going?" I ask, curiosity lacing my tone as I watch Hoseok drum his fingers on the wheel excitedly, at ease driving.

"You'll see! I hope you like it." He says, eyes darting to me quickly with a hopeful look.

The drive isn't tense or uncomfortable, at first its an amicable silence- a silent sense of comfort in being in each other's presence but then his fingers dart out from where they rest on the side to turn the radio on. He fiddles with the dial until an upbeat song is playing and he starts singing along. I can't help but laugh the way he intentionally yells along with the song, voice being simultaneously loud and in tune, the way his free hand does elaborate gestures and the way his body wriggles as he expresses his joy in little dance moves. I laugh until my eyes start to water, my lungs start to ache and I am struggling to breathe.

Hoseok seems overjoyed, eyes lit as he watches me try and fail to calm down.

When I finally manage to calm down, Hoseok just reaches over to intertwine our fingers, the next song that filters through the speakers is softer, calmer and one that I find myself gently leaning towards the melodic sound that comes out.

We arrive at a small, hidden away restaurant and when we enter it's empty save for the kindly looking elderly woman who greets us, smile on her face.

"Halmeoni, it's been so long." He says bowing respectfully at her, I follow suits slightly alarmed that Hoseok has taken me to meet his grandmother in our first date.

"Hoseok...." I hiss through my teeth.

"Relax (Y/N)-ah, she's not my grandmother. She owns this restaurant." He explains and a wave of relief washes over me.

"Is it all ready?" he asks eagerness on his face. She nods stepping aside simply and gesturing to the doors at the back.

The eagerness is back in his posture and I let him lead me forwards as he pushes open the doors presenting us with the sight of a clean kitchen, counters laden with fresh ingredients.

My mouth drops open, eyes drinking in the sight of the kitchen, mind buzzing with ideas and fingers itching to start cooking.

"I remember Joonie saying that you enjoyed cooking." He says hand rubbing his nape as he suddenly looks uncertain.

"We don't have to, you probably don't want to spend a date cooking of all things..." he rambles until I squeeze his hand.

"I love it." I breathe.

"Will you cook with me?" I say looking at him from under lowered eyes.

The uncertainty wipes away and his face radiates happiness, sunshine in every feature.

"I'd love to." He whispers though the kitchen is empty and there's only the two of us but the words wash over me in a soft touch.

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Hoseok stands next to me, brows furrowed in concentration, lip poking out slightly as he focuses on the recipe, reading it yet again. I tug it out of his hands.

"Don't worry, let's just enjoy ourselves." I say smiling at him.

We get to work, washing and chopping vegetables, sides brushing against each other as we cut.

"This is enough?" Hoseok asks, tilting the bowl, he's added the vegetables into, to show me.

"It is and you're such a natural Hoseok!" I praise, admiring the symmetrical perfection of each cut vegetable.

However, it seems like Hoseok had been holding out on me. He moves across the kitchen with ease, a familiarity and I realise that he must do some of the cooking too at home. I just hadn't learnt it until now.

Slowly the dish we're cooking comes together, pasta bubbling on the stove, sauce cooked, cheese grated and handmade pink lemonade chilling in the fridge. When we sit down to eat, Hoseok leads me out to the back where there is a grassy area set with a table for two, it's a private shut off place which adds to the feeling of being alone with my soulmate.

Lunch passes in a blur of laughter and soft glances exchanged with each other, and a constant stream of chatter as Hoseok asks me question after question.

I didn't think or imagine that a day would come where I would be sitting down on a date with my soulmate having food that he made for me but here I am. Even though we both have our own plates laden with food, Hoseok insists on feeding me from his own and then opening his mouth for me to feed him. There's an electric feeling, sparks that fly when I watch how his eyes shine as he eats, gaze lingering on me, something unspoken but hangs heavily in the air.

"So what about you Hoseok? You planned this date all for me but what about you? What do you like?" I asked leaning forward, hand propping up my head.

"You want to know?" he breathes, surprise and hope creeping up his face.

I nod, gently tracing my finger over his hand before he twists it capturing my own in his.

"I love dancing. So, so much. And...I love wearing bright and unique clothes. I HATE math, umm...love caps...I don't think I'm that interesting to be honest." He tails off cheeks flushing slightly.

"I know you are Seokie. I'm going to try my best to tell you all the time just how much you mean." I say, trying to reassure him and convince him that he truly does matter, his likes and dislikes are just a part of him, they add to the wonderful person he is.

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He drives us to a place with gorgeous scenery, the sun is beginning to set, the sky a multitude of hues ranging from blues to pinks to purples. He silently gets out the car coming to my end to grasp my hand when I get out, walking over with him but then he's letting go of my hand to stand behind me and spoon me in a hug, his warmth melding with my own.

His head rests lightly on my shoulder as I marvel at the sky trying not to be distracted by the way I could feel his face close to mine or the way his arms were encircling me in a loose loop.

"I know you like watching the sky, I hope this sight is one you'll remember." He says, turning to press a soft kiss on my cheek.

I would forever remember the way the orange sun was slowly descending into the horizon and the way the hues of the sky were soft, much like how I was feeling.

And then those same arms are spinning me around, his lips come down to slowly kiss my forehead, then each lowered eyelid, across my cheeks and then slowly making and finally meeting my own. I stretch upwards a bit leaning into the touch. His hand splays across my back as he pulls me closer, lips softly and slowly sliding over my own.

He parts my lips with his own, gently pulling my bottom lip between his as he gently tugs and sucks it, nibbling it before soothing over the slightest sting with a swipe of his tongue. His other hand comes to cup my jaw, tilting my head back so he can deepen the kiss. Slow and languid, he kisses me like time has frozen for us, allowing us to enjoy each other's presence. He kisses me like there's nothing else in the world. I kiss back softly, reverently, wanting to cherish this forever, the way the sun burns brightly in my mind but his kisses, Hobi himself burn brighter on my soul.

Hobi is like fresh air, sweeping in and ridding me of the darkness and suffocating vice I'd felt over me my entire life. He has swept in and made his place in my heart. And when he smiles against my lips I hope I've made my place in his.

HOBI POV:

When we kiss, the energy around us hums and brightens. I want to take it slow, to slowly learn and remember the way her lips feel against my own, to feel the imprint of them even when we part. My soul reaches for her when she leans in, my hand tilting her head so I can deepen it, slowly and fully explore her mouth with my own.

She's like pure light, radiant and burning brightly. And that same light nestles itself in my heart.

JIN POV:

I pull Tae into my arms, smiling when he snuggles in further to my chest. Shopping could've gone better.  I run my hands through his soft hair, scratching lightly at the scalp with my nails, relaxing slightly when I feel him sag against my chest.

"How could she say that?" he mumbles into my chest, words muffled slightly by the way he has pressed his face into me.

I make a soft sound of understanding. My breath hitches in my own throat before I swallow past the lump to focus on my distressed soulmate.

"Listen Tae baby. Don't let her get to you." I speak softly but firmly at his head.

He wraps himself further around me, arms sliding around my back and I lean down to press a kiss to his nape.

I can sense the sadness in him, it hangs over him, weighing his usually bubbly personality down. I know its hovering over me too but I need to be strong, not just for him, but for me and for the others too.

He raises his head looking at me fury filled eyes, tinged with redness from how we'd both just finished crying, mouth twisted downwards.

I long to take his sadness away but I know I have to; we have to help him through it. Have to help each other through it.

"It doesn't excuse the fact that Yuna said (Y/N) should've died, that she doesn't deserve to live." He says, words vehemently spat out, eyes darkening again.

"Nothing excuses that." He says.

(SO NOT MUCH OF A PERSPECTIVE FROM OTHERS EXCEPT (Y/N) COS YOU KNOW FIRST DATE AND ALL BUT WHAT'S THIS HORRID END TO A SOFT CHAPTER?! WELL WELL... LOOKS LIKE THE CAT DRAGGED YUNA BACK IN AND I MUST SAY I AM DISGUSTED! WHAT DO YOU THINK IS GONNA HAPPEN? I WAS GOING TO ADD IN THE OTHER MEMBERS BUT THEN I FIGURED IT WOULD DETRACT FROM THE DATE WHICH WAS THE MAIN FOCUS OF THE CHAPTER SO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU ALL THOUGHT! WAS THE DATE HORRIBLE, UNROMANTIC?? I WANTED TO SHOW HOW HOBI HAD LISTENED CAREFULLY TO NAMJOON EARLIER ON AND WANTED TO SPEND TIME DOING WHAT SHE WANTS TO DO. SO...REALLY HE WAS JUST BEING A SWEET SOULMATE! HMM...HOW DO YOU THINK THE OTHERS WILL REACT?? AND A FLASHBACK IN THE NEXT CHAPTER ABOUT WHAT ACTUALLY WENT DOWN...! AND NOW WE ARE AT 30K NOPE 31K READS!! THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH FOR ALL THE READS, COMMENTS AND VOTES AND FOR SUPPORTING ME AND THIS WRITING!)

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