(Y/N) POV:

Under the combined intensity of the looks Jiminie and Tae are shooting me, I can feel my heart begin to thud violently and erratically, it makes me feel both flustered and desired.

There's a deep intensity in their eyes, eyes which have darkened as they rake them over me and those gazes alone feel like they're brushing against my skin,  heated, unhurried touches. I press myself further into the counter but it does nothing to ease the palpable tension in the room.

But something else does, just as I see the two of them move closer, forming a shield between me and the rest of the world, trapping me within the moment, I hear the sound of chatter and footsteps, clear as day, as the rest of them enter the kitchen. Then the chatter seizes.

"What's happening here?" an amused fond voice calls but the two don't respond, instead the owner of the voice comes closer and spies me trapped between them. A small, fond smile tugs at Jinnie oppa's lips as he takes in the situation before he winks conspiratorially at me.

"Aigoo, my babies. Let's go, breakfast is getting cold. (Y/N)-ah, Yoongi wants to sit with you, be a sweetheart and put him out his misery?" Jinnie oppa says, sweeping an arm in to tug me out of there and usher me towards the kitchen table where Yoongi is indeed waiting for me, face propped up by a hand as he stares at me.

I sigh with relief as I get closer to the kitchen table, smiling at the others who are already seated and waiting. Oh breakfast. But then Jinnie oppa appears, hands laden with plates and the other two following, disgruntled, with other plates and the tray bearing the milkshakes.

Kookie snags the seat next to me, grinning cheekily at Tae and Jimin who stare affronted at the now occupied seat. But Kookie shrugs and just starts eating, cheeks bulging around the French toast he's eagerly eating, humming in content as he turns to throw me a thumbs up.

This time, I slip food onto Yoongi's plate, filling it eagerly and pushing the glass gently towards him. He smiles at me, soft and gummy, before slowly taking a sip of the milkshake.

I cut a piece off the French toast, spearing some fruit on before bringing it to Yoongi's mouth, watching as he looks shocked at first but opens his mouth to accept it. I turn to do the same for Kookie who just grins his soft bunny smile before leaning forward to take the fork into his mouth.

Across from me, I see Hobi oppa beam at me and next to him both Jinnie oppa and Joonie look content as they sit hands lightly intertwined. Next to them, is another story. The look of affront has melted off Jiminie's face and instead his face is lit up with joy, eyes crinkling and he turns to feed Tae who is less stiff but there's a tenseness in his posture, nonetheless.

I mentally took note to get some time alone with Tae and make sure he was fine, he seemed too tense and stiff these past few days and I was beginning to get concerned. I hope he was okay.

"(Y/N)-ah, here." I turned to see Kookie holding his glass towards me, eagerness in his eyes and even though I have my own, I soften at the gesture and lean forwards to take a sip, lips stained slightly from the cold shake.

His hand comes to wipe it away, slow, and soft but I freeze. Watching as Kookie's finger lingers on my lips, brushing them so gently, so softly, I thought I was imagining the touch. Even though my lips have been wiped clean, the touch lingers long after his fingers retreat, a slight tingly sensation left behind.

I avert my eyes when I realise, I have been watching him, staring intensely at him and flush when I see Hobi oppa's knowing glance.

After breakfast, when we're all seated on the couches, there's a niggling sense at the back of my mind, but it's insistent. That I'm forgetting something and it pulls at my mind, weighing down heavy. It's something important.

"What's the date today?" I hear Tae ask, voice resonating in the living room.

"7th April baby." Several voices reply and I sit up from where I had been leaning on Yoongi. April 1st? It couldn't be, right?

Just to confirm, I take a quick glance at the date on my phone's screen and my blood runs cold. White characters glaring up at me. How had I forgotten what today was? I had become so engrossed in my life with my soulmates that I forgot how important today was. Suddenly, the leisurely pace that I was moving at, living at came crashing down and panic settled in.

I bolt to my feet, ignoring the way the others' eyes dart to me in alarm. There's no time to waste, not a second.

My fingers are tapping out a message and I watch as the notifications turns onto read, dread setting in me as well as guilt.

"What is it?" Yoongi asks from where he's sitting behind me and dimly, I register that he's talking to me. But I can't make the words to tell him. How do I?

I shake my head, trying to indicate that it's nothing. Nothing's happened, but the lie clams up in my throat before I can even voice it.

"I've got to go." I say in a hurry even whilst rushing to the door, hands already tugging on my boots.

They appear in the doorway, looking alarmed.

"(Y/N)-ah, tell me everything is okay." Joonie asks, voice apprehensive.

"I'm fine." I insist because I honestly am. It's not about me. Today isn't. Today is for someone else. Someone I failed.

"Why are you feeling guilty?" Jinnie oppa asks, voice soft and careful.

"I just—I've got to go, don't wait up." I say, hand pulling open the door before a hand shoots out to grab my sleeve.

I turn startled. Yoongi follows me out.

"I'll come with you." he says gruffly but the concern is apparent. I relent. But there might be a point where I'll have to turn him away.

I tightly nod, turning to start rushing away. Away from home and towards another.

MYUNGSOO POV:

Waking up today is like trudging through a thick, heavy layer of ice and fog, it's numbing and hard to see through the painful barrage of memories. Today is the date where I feel alone the most. I roll over seeing the other end of the bed empty, painfully empty and I don't try and control the tears that slip free and course down my cheeks.

I'm alone. I'll let myself fall weak. Prey to my emotions.

I reach over to the other end, hand outstretched towards a ghost of the past.

"I miss you so, so much angel." I whisper but only the sheets are there to hear my pain.

Getting out of bed is hard, a weariness that sinks deep into my bones and make moving a slow and exhausting process. Today, it's the hardest.

I don't know what time it is. I can't remember anything beyond the date. The light that seeps through the gap in the curtain tells me it's late morning and as I pull on a sweater and some pants, I hear my phone ding with a notification alert.

I blink at the bright screen, feeling the burden in my heart lessen at the message that comes through. I'm not completely alone. But I don't respond. I know she'll be here soon enough and then I can let go. I can stop holding onto the weak, fragile shreds of the walls holding me back from breaking.

I trudge through to the living room and sink down to the floor, head leaning against the arm of the couch, carpet soft under my feet.

Now it's a matter of time.

YOONGI POV:

I huff as I follow (Y/N), her past quick pace forcing me to keep up. I can hear the quick slap of her shoes against the pavement and her quick hurried breaths, each sharp inhale wavery. It's not everyday that you literally have to chase after your soulmate but I guess now that our soul group is complete, there's a lot more experiences I can look forward to.

I keep pace with her, somehow managing to keep up as she hurries down streets until we eventually reach the outside of a house, the front garden dotted with plants and leafy vines with small flowers surrounding the door. Its welcoming.

(Y/N) doesn't knock at the door, nor does she ring the bell. She takes out a key from inside her pocket and slides it into the lock, opening it quickly before she's slipping inside. I follow her into the house. As welcoming and bright the outside of the house looks, the inside is shrouded in darkness, the curtains are drawn tightly shut and there's no lights switched on. However, (Y/N) walks in with ease, navigating with a familiarity as she weaves around the table and scans the room, head darting from side to side.

She turns to face me, face serious and grave. I feel my heart lurch in anxiousness at receiving that look.

"Can you stay here please?" she asks, her voice is so unsure and panicky that I want to sweep her into my arms and shield her from the unseen horror but I have to respect her wishes. Even though its tearing against every instinct I have. I nod and stop a safe distance from her, giving her the space she's asked for. She smiles but its tight and doesn't light her face up like it usually does before she's turning and hurrying to the end of the room. Just as she's about to turn and leave she stops, eyes going soft and then sinks to her knees.

I know I can tune in my ability and hear whatever she's whispering but I don't. I can't. I see her lips moving softly, as she's talking to someone but I hang back waiting for her.

It's the very basic respect every person deserves. To have their voice heard.

MYUNGSOO POV:

I'm staring blankly at the spot opposite the sofa, eyes just taking in the blank white wall, losing myself in the feeling of nothing. Just then a soft warm presence as a hand settles on my arm, the sheer life I can feel radiating from the touch compelling me to look up, to see the person behind the comfort.

(Y/N). I manage a soft, tired smile but I know she understands. That this day is harder than others. That this is the one day that I truly let myself grieve and feel. I lean my head back against the side of the couch with weary eyes that fill with tears. Her hands are quick to wipe them away.

"It's okay oppa, I'm here, you're not alone." Her soft voice promises, washing over me with all the warmth and safety a blanket provides on a cold winter's night.

"If you want, you can slip. I promise I'll be there and look after you the entire time." she offers and the extent of the promise doesn't fail to hit me. She's giving me the chance to slip away from the pain and telling me she'll be there every step of the way.

"You promise?" I ask, waiting for her to say no, waiting for her to say she has soulmates and doesn't want me as a burden anymore.

"I promise, now and forever oppa. You're not going to be alone." And her words sink into me, the feeling as though I've just submerged myself into a warm bath, her words taking away the inner chill.

I reach out to clutch gratefully at the hand that rests on my arm, trying to convey how much she means and from her sad but genuine smile, I know she knows.

So I let go.

(Y/N) POV:

I watch as he smiles and closes his eyes and there's a brief and sudden glow around him, a soft subtle yellow, before he vanishes. And in his place sits a white cat. I lean forward to rub gently at his fur; soft soothing touches I know he appreciates.

Myungsoo oppa has the ability to shift into a second form. His is a cat. And when he does, the hurt and pain of what he's feeling gets pushed to the back of awareness, he does remain conscious and alert to everything happening. He'll still remember. But in this form, it'll pain him less. He'll give in to the instincts and urges of a cat. And let the remainder of this day wash away.

I scratch gently behind his ears, smiling when he purrs and leans his head into the touch, butting my palm gently. I scoop him up into my arms, eyes softening at how he nestles in closer and I slowly get to my feet, walking over to Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at me baffled. And I see why. It must look like I've gone mad, dashing out of the house just to come and pick up a cat. But I can't tell him, I respect Myungsoo oppa too much. If and when he wants to, then he can but until then I'll gladly look like a mad cat lady.

"Let's go." I say and start walking back out of the house, making sure to lock up carefully.

As we walk, I can see Yoongi darting looks at the cat, displeasure clear in the glares he shoots at him.

"So as interesting as this is (Y/N)-ah, trust me there's nothing I enjoy more than taking a dash across town with you. But like...why?" Yoongi asks from next to me, words spoken in a sarcastic drawl.

I can't help but giggle at his dry tone but also, I remain aware that I can't say yet.

"If you like it so much, why ask? Just go along with it." I tease back, arms still securely holding the cat as we slowly make our way back. But he just shoots me an unimpressed look.

I sigh.

"I'll explain later, just trust me on this." I say, and he drops it for now.

But when he get home and enter through to the living room. I wonder, how am I going to explain it to them?

How do you say 'the cat I'm holding is actually a person and they do this every now and then' without stirring up a tirade of questions?

(TA DA! HOW WAS IT? LIKE IT? NO? EXPECTING THAT TWIST? SO...I HOPE MYUNGSOO'S ENTRANCE DIDN'T READ AS TOO SHOCKING OR ABRUPT BUT WE CAN'T FORGET THAT THERE ARE LIVES AND CHARACTER RELATIONSHIPS BEYOND SOULMATES, AND WITH MYUNGSOO WE'RE GONNA BE GETTING MORE INSIGHT INTO SOULMATES BEING SEEN IN A DIFFERENT LIGHT. THAT'S ALL I'M SAYING FOR NOW. HOPEFULLY, IT WASN'T WEIRD TO READ BUT OF COURSE YOONGI TOOK THE OPPORTUNITY TO GO ALONG...WHY? WELL WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO SEE LATER! LIKE SERIOUSLY THOUGH, I'M NERVOUS HOW IT WILL BE TO READ...SO I'M GOING TO GO WAIT IN NERVOUS ANTICIPATION FOR YOUR COMMENTS AND VIEWS. WE'VE REACHED AN INCREDIBLE 56K READS AND ARE STILL NUMBER ONE FOR BTSFANFIC. IT'S ALL DOWN TO YOU GUYS. MY WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL READERS! THANK YOU!)

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