HOBI POV:

I'm pulled from sleep, tugged from it violently from a wrongness and sense of distress that sets each of my nerve cells alight and into a panicked frenzy as I realise the sheets next to me have gone cold, rumpled as if Yoongi hyung had suddenly darted out. The blanket slips off my body and even though it's warm, my body is wracked with a violent shiver.

The bond is urging, compelling me to move, legs swinging out and feet sinking into the carpet. I rush out of bed, darting out the open door into the lit hallway where the others are also speeding out of their rooms from, hair tousled and clothes askew but the expression on everyone's face is the same. We've all felt the distress in the bond and my eyes quickly scan and realise that both Yoongi hyung and (Y/N) are missing. The panic mounts, rising like the powerful crest of a wave, threatening to drown me.

We rush towards (Y/N)'s room because it's apparent that neither of the two of them are in any other room and it's with a violently thudding heart that I enter the room, breaths shallow.

And then freeze.

Yoongi hyung is standing there frozen, even from the back I can tell his body is stiff as though whatever he is seeing has turned him into a statue. We edge forward and when we reach Yoongi hyung's side, I feel my breath catch and then abruptly stop.

(Y/N) is sound asleep, lying on her side with her legs bent up slightly, t-shirt rucked up about her legs and shoulders bare from the large baggy excess of fabric which pool there. But that's not the problem. The problem is whilst she's peacefully sleeping, there's an unknown, large figure who is also sleeping on the bed with his head resting on her stomach as he too sleeps.

But the ice that courses through my blood and sets heavily in my heart is that it's not any of us, it's not her soulmates, who on earth is this stranger who has snuck into our home and is sleeping on top of our soulmate? My head streams countless scenarios about who he might be, how to get him out and above all, how to make sure our soulmate is unhurt?

From the looks of nervousness and fear colouring everyone's faces I know I'm not alone in the thought.

JOON POV:

I feel sick. A sickness that threatens to bring bile up my throat and angry worried tears to my eyes. How on earth do we get (Y/N) out from there, without hurting her and without waking the man who so easily and readily drapes himself over her? Just then the man stirs from where he is face-down on her torso and one arm comes to drape over her waist, settling onto it heavily. The movement causes his sweater to rise, exposing his back which is marked with the ends of a tattoo. But it stirs fury in me, strong and thick.

This has gone on far enough.

JIMIN POV:

The moment the guy nestles his face further into her torso and a large heavy arm settles over her waist, I see red.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I explode, body bursting with anger before I'm striding forward, telekinesis yanking the man off our soulmate and tugging her towards me, her sleeping figure now cocooned safely in my arms. The moment the two are separated the others rush forward forming a protective barrier between the stranger and our soulmate- who had been caught out in her most vulnerable, unprotected state.

It seems like my yell was loud and my telekinesis not at it gentlest, which was to be expected seeing how wrought the bond was in desperation to protect, protect. In my arms (Y/N) is stirring awake, at first its slow but then her body and mind catch up to what's happening and she bolts to full consciousness, eyes blown wide and body struggling from where I'm holding her close, thrashing against my hold.

"It's okay baby, it's only me." I whisper to her, watching as her body goes from tense and tightly coiled to loose and lax.

"What's happening?" she asks, slightly fearful.

I set her down gently, and draw her firmly towards my chest, rubbing soothing circles into her back.

"It's okay, you're safe. We just need to deal with an intruder." I say softly not wanting to worry her even further.

But even so, her body stiffens under my hold.

She doesn't turn her head; I can feel the fear radiating off her and screaming down the bond.

"Yuna...?" she breathes.

"No...it was-it was someone in your room." I add, words trembling.

Then suddenly she's twisting, body jerking around so quickly that I don't expect it and my body jerks in surprise and shock.

She can't see past our soulmates who are standing protectively in front of her, she darts to the side, ducking through a gap between Joon hyung and Tae and I'm rushing after her, a cry of alarm leaves my throat as I realise that she's rushing right towards him. The stranger.

Several cries of shock pierce the air but the stunned silence that follows is deafening.

Because (Y/N) is sitting right next to the figure, whose body had been flung to the edge of the bed earlier on, and her hands reach out to brush the hair out of his face and cradles his cheeks between her small soft hands. And the gesture is tender. Its loving.

And when the hair is brushed off his face and his eyes blink open. I realise with a jolt that I've seen him before. It's the guy from the café. That guy from the breakfast date.

"Cat guy?" a tone of incredulity leaves Yoongi hyung's mouth as he too comes to the same conclusion.

And said guy flinches.

(Y/N) POV:

This is not how it was meant to be. They weren't meant to find out like this. And my heart is tearing into pieces for Myungsoo oppa. He doesn't deserve to have his past torn open because of a very, very bad misunderstanding.

When his eyes meet mine, I try to convey how sorry I am, that he doesn't need to say anything. That even if it quite possibly tears a whole in our bond, I'll take on the repercussions. He doesn't need to explain himself.

But his eyes are compassionate, understanding, and welcoming. He shakes his head slightly before he's propping himself up on his arms, I scoot back to give him space as he sits up and then settle next to him, providing him a silent show of support. I'm here for him, I'm not going anywhere.

My soulmates gather around the bed, eyes full of suspicion and wariness. But I don't blame them. I went to bed with a soft white cat, I woke up with a man.

"Umm...I can explain." I start, even whilst my heart is sinking and head spinning with what to say. Myungsoo oppa cuts me off, hand squeezing my knee briefly before he turns his gaze onto everyone and the look in his eyes if firm and resolute.

"No, I can." He says, words carrying through the room with an inner strength.

"I think it's best if I start from the beginning." He says.

MYUNGSOO POV:

Somehow baring my soul open, exposing my shattered heart and broken self isn't as hard as I thought it would be.

I know I'm not just doing it for me, I'm also doing it for (Y/N).

It's silent whilst the guys wait for me to speak, and I appreciate they're giving me the time and space. I take a deep breath, collecting my frazzled emotions and opening my mouth to let my story pour out.

I start from the very beginning.

I tell the tale of how a gorgeous and cruel fallen angel entered my life. Hye-Sun who was a fighter. Who had struggled with the conniving, slippery snares of upper-class family life. Who had started off as a passionate ballerina, her dancing at the peak of the world, the stage her shadow and the world at her fingertips. And then how she'd fallen, blinded during one of her performances but how I still found myself enraptured with how her eyes shined with the stars of her past, how even though she couldn't see I would find those beautiful orbs staring deep into my soul. I spoke of the world we navigated, the paths we carved and the haven we made for ourselves. And how even though night changed to day and winter melted into spring- our love was unchanging and strong, the two of us in each other's orbit.

The way how endless tears had coursed down our faces when she could see again, but then the tears of agony when we found out that she didn't have long to live, her body weakened and having had internal bleeding during the operation that had given her her sight back. That the days of optimism had plunged into a never ending, violent churning sea of darkness. The uncertainty and fear we felt but then we'd met (Y/N). Someone young, hopeful. Someone trying to navigate the unpredictable seas of life herself, but she was alone. Had been. But wouldn't be any longer.

So (Y/N) became a part of the most cherished days of our existence, someone who fit in with me and Hye-Sun so well that we thought she could've been our third soulmate, a third to the puzzle that was our soul. She was there when Hye-Sun spent days crying out in pain, she was there when I sat frozen, immobile, and unable to escape the web of poisonous thoughts. She was there when Hye-Sun died, she was there when I spent my nights tossing and screaming, throat raw from my agony. (Y/N) was there when my soul tore itself apart and life lost meaning. She was there for me when she helped me find a way to start to heal, whispering into my ears from the comfort of her arms, the promise Hye-Sun had begged for her to keep.

So I lived and live for Hye-Sun and for (Y/N).

I don't realise that I can't see out of my eyes, can't see past the film of tears.

I'm so trapped by my own memories that I forget I'm in the present.

Until a soft melodic voice is talking to me, guiding me back.

"Stay with her love." Hye-Sun's soft voice rings in my ears.

And I grip furiously at the hand by my side, bringing it tightly to my chest as though pressing it close to my chest will ease the ache there, will somehow close the gaping hole in my heart. But it's a balm, one that provides with me bliss.

And brings me back to focus on the seven devastated faces.

"So know you know...that the way I am. The fact I'm like this, that being Soo-ah helps me heal, even if it's for a day, it takes me away from the painful ghosts of my past. And now you know...that (Y/N) is everything to me. And I will do anything and everything for her." I say, words firm and strong by the end of it.

And the seven faces that gaze back aren't angry or disgusted, they're soft and caring. And over that all, they are filled with a profound sense of respect and love for what me and (Y/N) share. For what we will always share.

How they'd look (but over here he's not cushioned on her stomach)

(THERE YOU GO! I KNOW I SAID I'D BRING BACK YUNA AND ALL IN THIS CHAPTER, BUT WE NEEDED AN EXPLANATION SO HERE YOU GO! SOME ANGSTY PAST, AND HONESTLY, I FELT MY HEART BREAK MAKING HIS PAST, I FELT LIKE A VILLAIN. BUT THERE HAD TO BE A REASON FOR IT. AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! NEXT CHAPTER...WE'LL GET AN UNDERSTANDING OF HOW LONG IT'S BEEN AND MORE OF (Y/N)'S PAST. HOW DID YOU FIND IT LOVELIES? LET ME KNOW! HMMM....YUP! MORE OF THE BOYS TOO IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, BUT NEEDLESS TO SAY THEIR ADMIRATION FOR THEIR BRAVE PURE SOULMATE HAS SHOT THROUGH THE SKY! LET'S SEE HOW THIS AFFECTS THEIR BOND NOW! 73K?! 73K BEAUTIFUL EYES HAVE GRACED MY WRITING, I AM SO APPRECIATIVE OF YOU ALL! THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH! SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE!)

Live in the present, don't let the fears of tomorrow stop you from living fully and boldly!

Borahae! 💜💜💜

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