KOOKIE POV:

The last remnant of the memory fades away, bringing me back to alertness, eyes focusing on the way (Y/N)'s body is curled up in Joon hyung's arms, she looks so small and fragile so different to the bold beautiful girl we had come to know as our soulmate. My blood was boiling at the knowledge that it was Yuna who did that. Yuna who had made our soulmate feel so distraught and upset and hurt, that the bond was not its usual band of support and warmth but rather weighed down heavily with a gloom and misery that only mounted. It was all I could feel. (Y/N)'s sadness weighed on us too, the way her body had trembled, wracked with sobs, an endless pour of tears down her cheeks and the look of despair in her eyes was shredding me apart.

My body felt stiff and tightly coiled and I itched to outlet some of the pent-up energy. A hand touched my arm. Hobi hyung. Every touch of my soulmates were engrained into my mind, body and soul. Each touch was a memory. I didn't need to turn to know it was him. instead I allowed myself to be guided downwards, thigh cushioning my leg as the same hand came to gently draw itself through my hair.

"It's not fair Hobi hyung. She can't mess with (Y/N). She shouldn't have to go through what I did." I whisper, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in my eyes, blinking back the tears that had gathered and threatened to fall.

The ability to see memories was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because it allowed me to never forget a single moment with my soulmates, moments when I was utterly content and happy. But I also couldn't stop the memories of Yuna, her predatory smile and the way her lips had drawled out threats, promises to move onto my soulmates. I couldn't get the sight of her lipstick stained mouth crooning to me, the sound of her clacking heels as she made no attempt to hide that she was following me. They still plagued me. Nights when I'd wake up thrashing, the echo of her heels still resonating in my ears. And now I couldn't stop seeing the memory of her at the mall. So openly and willingly offering her body knowing that she wasn't welcomed, was never desired. But still never stopping. And now the way her mouth twisted in anger as she voiced her hate for our soulmate's existence.

But the memory was only fuelling rage. How dare she? She was not going to make it out unscathed. No-one messed with my soulmates, with ours and got away. It was time Yuna learnt that. Once and for all.

A soft kiss pressed to my temple.

"It'll work out Kookie, we'll make it work out." Hobi hyung's voice washed over me.

I nestled into his thigh.

We would.

JIN POV:

I looked at the way Joonie had (Y/N) protectively covered, instincts keyed up on protecting and caring. He could see her aura just the way I could see the gloom that was drenching her.

"She's so sad." I said, those three words an understatement for how destroyed our soulmate was feeling.

Next to me Jimin materialised another blanket. He didn't just have telekinesis; he had the ability to make things appear. In fact, telekinesis was a small stem of his ability. But one that everyone believed he used most.

He draped it over Kookie who was lying in Hobi's lap, eyes awake and hand tightly fisting at Hobi's t-shirt. Jiminie's knuckles gently brushed across Kookie's cheekbone before he was settling down next to me, arms wrapped around my midriff. When he leaned on me, I breathed in the scent of the detergent we used. It was on everyone's clothes. It smelt like home.

He tilted his head to rest it against my arm.

"When I get my hands on Yuna, I'm going to leave her utterly shattered." He said, his voice was low and soft and soothing but his words were a promise. His words themselves spoke of his suppressed anger, but he remained calm and gentle next to me. Jimin never got riled up easily. And when he did, it was a sight to behold.

And between all of us, I knew Yuna was going to be facing something worse than hell. She was going to be facing the combined wrath of a soul group.

NAMJOON POV:

"Joon-ah, I think you should lay her down." Yoongi hyung said, words soft as he approached us. My arms automatically tightened around her fractionally, unwilling to give up my hold on our soulmate when she was in such a hurting state, her aura still swirling with all her pain and grief.

I slowly and gingerly got up from where I was reclined against the wall, being so careful not to jostle her awake somehow. She stirred slightly.

"Stop moving oppa." She mumbled, but her face was still nestled into my neck and now her lips had moved and brushed against my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and then when I moved her face moved further into the crook of my neck, lips now touching the skin. The feeling of her soft plump lips pressed onto my neck was distracting me and I tried to hurry to get her lying down.

It's hard to get her to unravel her legs from where they have tightly locked around me, pressed firmly into the base of my back so I hover over her, legs parted on either side of her as I think of a way to get her to let go.

I accidentally tug a bit hard because then her legs lock tightly around me, the sudden force almost sending me crashing onto her had my arms not shot out to steady me on the bed. My face is so close to hers, hovering just inches over hers.

And then at the most inopportune moment, her eyes blearily blink open. And from the way we are so incredibly close I can see that her eyes aren't just brown, they have a soft lighter hue towards the centre, darker flecks in some places. And its those same eyes that widen with alertness and I feel her body shifting, pressing herself into the mattress as an attempt to distance us.

I flush, realising how it must look.

But just as I'm opening my mouth, she beats me to it.

"I'm so sorry Joonie oppa, I wasn't trying to take advantage or anything I swear, you're just comfortable—"

One of my hands come to press against her lips, shushing her.

"I never said I was complaining." I said smiling down at her, fighting the urge to trace my finger across the softness of her lips and then to replace my finger with my own lips. Not now.

She looks startled before she averts her gaze, unable to hold mine and I can't stop smiling at her shyness. Even though we have an obstacle in our path, nothing is going to stop us from being with her and being happy.

Now that she's awake, her legs loosen around me and I unwillingly sit up, creating distance between us. But her hands clutch my own with desperation.

"Where are you going?" she asks.

"I thought you might want to sleep; I'm not going anywhere." I reassure her.

"Stay." It's one word. One word and my resolve is crumbling before it even got the chance to stand up. I dither, wanting to respect her space and not trusting my self-restraint.

But then she goes and pouts. Lips puckered and twisted downwards sadly. Combined with her big eyes peering at me and her soft full cheeks, I melt. I sigh, defeated.

I flop down next to her, head turned towards her.

"Always." I vow.

(Y/N) POV:

I'm the first one awake. Eyes feeling puffy and heavy and sore. I gently extract myself from the middle, careful not to disturb either Joonie oppa or Tae who had somehow latched onto me in the night.

It was a struggle extracting myself from his tight hold, legs sprawled over my own but I did it. I reached the door, turning to see them all sleeping. All of them intertwined with each other in some way, bodies still seeking each other out unconsciously.

I watch as Tae's mouth twisted in a frown, sensing that he was no longer wrapped up with someone. His arms are extended, grappling for something to hold when his arm makes contact with Joonie oppa's stomach and it comes to a rest.

Still smiling I turn to leave the room.

I grab a change of clothes before heading off into the shower, eager to get out of yesterday's clothes that I'd fallen asleep in, letting the water and suds wash away with my worries and grief of yesterday. The shower washes me of any lingering traces of sadness, sluicing off the grief Yuna's words had bought up.

I head to the kitchen, eager to get started on making breakfast, grabbing ingredients, and turning the stove on. I bustle about making breakfast, making French toast and chocolate milkshake, ladling in the ice cream, and pouring it out into eight tall glasses.

I'm so engrossed in slicing some fruit and flipping the French toast that I don't realise someone is behind me until two hands flutter at my waist before curling and starting to tickle my sides. I squirm away from the fingers, failing to escape their grasp because their body is right behind my own. I push the plate of fruits and turn the stove off whilst trying to dodge the fingers before turning.

Jiminie's eyes are shaped like crescents as he beams at me, clearly enjoying and relishing the way I am struggling under his hands.

"Jiminie stop!" I beg between gasps, body flailing but he looks too amused to do anything else except let me wallow in this misery.

I feel tears coming to my eyes and my breaths becoming shallower because of how much I am laughing, his own laughter mingling with my own and bouncing off the walls. He sounds so light and fresh and it's when he throws his head back in laughter that I squirm out of his hold, spotting the chance, and dart around him in escape.

But I try. I don't succeed.

I feel a tug at my body before I am being pulled backwards, my body cooperating against my will as Jimin uses his ability to trap me within his hold again.

"Going somewhere baby?" he asks, words brushing against my ear in a hot caress, I shiver from both his words and the way they tantalisingly brush across the shell of my ear.

"Ummm...no?" but it sounds like a question and then he's laughing, giggling behind me.

He twists me so I'm leaning against the counter, pinned by his body as he looks at me with a deep look in his eyes.

"Don't lie to me baby, I don't like it." He whispers, lips lightly tracing my, the touch so gentle, but when he presses my lips to his, it's anything but.

There's sparks when he presses our lips together, a fiery trail as he kisses me. The way his lips move over mine are both hungry and slow. Like he has all the time in the world to explore my lips with his own. His lips are a searing brand as they claim mine in a kiss, teeth nipping my lip and then his tongue is leisurely tracing over the sting, taking it away with every swipe and lick. His mouth coaxes mine open with little resistance, tongue sweeping in, hot and thick, to claim the inside of my mouth. Every stroke of his tongue making the burning sensation of being with him ignite further, he drags it over my own tongue drawing it in to intertwine and entangle with his own, a trail of fiery sparks left behind from wherever he claims me. I whimper, the sound so small and needy and he swallows it up hungrily, muffling the moan that follows. He drinks me in, devouring me with his thick pillowy lips. His hands haven't stopped rubbing distracting circles over my hips, thumb drawing back and forth in the same pattern that his tongue is making. His mouth is demanding and unrelenting as he kisses me deeply and I am losing myself in the sensation of just him. Just Jimin.

He pulls away, a string of saliva hanging between us before those thick lips are tracing themselves gently down my neck, soft butterfly kisses that I barely feel if not for the heat that blossoms behind my skin.

His chest is heaving up and down, in tandem to my own as he looks at me, eyes dark.

"That's because I want you, broken pieces and all. I want every part of you." he says, words full of promise.

I feel my heart pounding with the words, the promise making it beat faster and harder.

Then a low drawling voice.

"Looks like I'm late to breakfast." Each word a low deep sound that belies the usual bubbly personality as Tae comes and leans over Jimin, eyes raking over my flushed face, eyes lingering on my tingling lips which are wet slightly.

And I can't help but fluster under his intense look, his and Jimin's. Which stare at me appreciatively.

(TA DA! I ENDED IT ON A GOOD NOTE HOPEFULLY FOR ALL OF YOU, I WON'T SAY MUCH EXCEPT HOW DID YOU FIND IT? WAS IT TOO SUDDEN FOR THEM TO KISS AFTER LAST NIGHT, TBH IT WAS GONNA BE JOONIE WHEN THEY WERE SO CLOSE BUT I DIDN'T WANT IT TO BE READ AS SOMEHOW EITHER OF THEM FEELING BAD BECAUSE SHE WAS SO EMOTIONAL SO INSTEAD IT WAS JIMINIE! HE WAS WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT TBH! ANYWAYS...DID YOU GUYS SEE AGUST D 2'S MV? I AM...D E A D! WOW...HE SUITS THE ROYAL LOOK SO WELL AND THAT LITTLE SNIPPET WITH JIN AND JK, I CACKLED! OOF...THE SECOND IT WAS OUT I WAS ON IT, THANK GOD FOR GOOD TIMING! BUT ON THE OTHER HAND...THANKS FOR THE 49K READS!)

Watch the MV. May I Rest In Pieces

Borahae! 💜💜💜

PurpleQueenie <3