HOBI POV:

It's whilst we go back to setting the living room up do, I notice something. Or a lack thereof.

"Where's Tae?" I voice, and watch as the others spin their heads around, scanning the room.

But the moment I voice the question do I realise the answer too. He's gone upstairs. Sly kid. There's eye rolls and fond huffs of amusement but we all focus back to the task at hand. Making the best blanket fort in existence to pamper one adorable soulmate. Maybe I'll be able to grab an opportunity to mush her cheeks together and finally confirm whether or not they are as soft and full as they look.

The next time I get snapped out of my focus, is when I'm arranging cushions. There's a sudden spike of energy coming from upstairs, and when I focus in on it, I realise that it's a surge of pent up sexual energy. It's desire. And even whilst my cheeks heat slightly, I can feel the same energy flood through me. It's not with the intensity of experiencing it first-hand but its definitely enough to cause me to stop and close my eyes against the waves threatening to sweep me under. It's a phantom sensation, soft almost non-existent but yet still takes all my attention.

Just then my eyes snag onto Yoongi hyung, who is fisting a blanket tightly between his hands, knuckles whiter than their usual fair tone and eyes blown wide. His gaze is unfocused and I know for a fact his ability has allowed him to pick up on something. Something that no doubt is torturing him at the moment.

YOONGI POV:

My ears pick up small sounds, sounds that become larger when my ability hones in on them. And when they do, I can't focus anymore. Dammit Tae.

I can hear the soft murmurs, voices and words I purposely tune out- it's their private moment but following that, the soft sounds reach my ears and try I do to tune them out and block them but all they do is resonate loudly in my ears as though I'm standing there watching.

There's a sweet melody of soft, high whimpers, low groans, the way the sheets shift under the pressure of two moving bodies. I clutch the blanket tightly in my hands, praying furiously for the sounds to be blotted out of my ear. It's shredding away every last scrap of self-control I have. Every damned scrap.

JIN POV:

I'm wrestling with a giggling Kookie, hands scrabbling to tickle his sides, watching as he squirms under me, cheeks flushed and beautiful brown eyes glittering.

"Hyung st-stop it." He wheezes between giggles, mouths parted as he pants, chest heaving to get some air into his lungs.

I loosen my hold, relenting before leaning down to coax his open mouth into a sweet kiss, a soft caress of lips and tongues. I smile against his mouth when I feel him go boneless under me, body going lax as I kiss deeper into his mouth.

He whimpers into my mouth, I swallow that beautiful sound, leaning down further to coax some more of those pretty sounds out when suddenly a wave of desire crashes over me, sending me reeling and pulling Kookie tighter against my frame- bodies flush, chests pressed together. He gasps into my mouth at the sudden action, I part our lips, panting and trying to figure out where the sudden surge of emotions had come from.

I scan the room but apart from Namjoon and Jiminie giggling as they chat in the corner, Hobi appears to have frozen and Yoongi is in no better state- clutching furiously at a blanket.

Where's Tae? And (Y/N) isn't down yet. My mind puts two and two together quickly despite the haze of emotions clouding rational thought. It's them.

And now that the thought is in my head, it refuses to leave.

JIMIN POV:

Joon hyung is talking about the latest book he's been reading and I can't help but smile and coo over how his face lights up, eyes earnest and dimples on full show. He reminds me what it felt like when I first met him, and it's like falling for him all over again.

"Jimin...Jimin-ah, you're staring." Joon hyung snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Huh? Oh...Joon hyung why must you be so damn attractive?" I blurt out, words spilling out but when his cheeks flush red, I feel a smile tug at my lips.

"Stop it Jimin-ah. Have you seen yourself? You're cute, lovely and hot." He breezes back easily, and now it's my cheeks heating. He's making me feel as in awe and awkwardly shy as I'd been when he'd first collided with me in the studio all those years ago. Still managing to leave me breathless and swept off my feet.

But then Joon hyung's eyebrows furrow and he staggers all of a sudden. My hand goes out to steady him, holding his arm whilst he regains his footing.

"Oh gods...can't you feel that?" he whispers. I'm about to ask what it is he's talking about when suddenly the bond flares up strong and powerful. It's a torrent of love, desire, need, sheer want that courses through my veins, singing in my blood and making my head spin- throwing out any other thought then to get close, to go to them.

It's a tug from my soul, an urge to propel my feet and make my way up. A cocktail of my soulmates' passion that drives out any other coherent thought except to move. Move.

BTS POV:

All six of us stand there frozen, prisoners to the heady mix of emotions thrumming through the bond. The feeling is exhilarating, it rushes through each vein, making each nerve feel like it's alight and all we feel is pleasure. Pleasure which spreads out from our own marks, perhaps not as strong but enough to feel the warmth that blossoms out of it and sends delicious tingles across our skin. It's like feeling a caress, soft and intimate on our most coveted possession; the mark that binds us all together.

The mark that tugs our feet forwards, up the stairs and in front of the closed door which Jimin swipes open with a wave of telekinesis. And when it does open. All of our mouths drop open as we gape at the sight in front of our eyes.

KOOKIE POV:

The moment the door opens I freeze, feet no longer moving as I come to a stop, I feel my jaw slacken as my mouth drops open but I can't believe my eyes. But I don't dare blink in case I miss a single detail.

Tae hyung is lying on the bed with (Y/N) curled up on his chest. Their legs are tangled into each other and their bodies are slotted together like they fit perfectly. Tae hyung's hand tangles into her hair and hers lies splayed across his chest. They look utterly content. But my eyes snag on the way both of their lips are plump and swollen, a deep hue of pink and there is a flush high on (Y/N)'s cheeks. The way that Tae's body is lax whilst (Y/N)'s chest is heaving slightly. She's wearing white silky pyjamas which have rucked up slightly around her thighs and a top that has ridden up, showing slithers of skin that makes it hard to focus.

Tae hyung shoots us all a look full of meaning, I can see the clear pride and happiness in them but there's something else, something smug almost. His eyes are glinting with unknown information, brown eyes that sparkle with the promise of future teases. It makes me feel both nervous and excited, I can't tell who it's intended for but knowing Tae hyung, we're all in for a hell of a surprise.

Tae hyung sits up bringing (Y/N) up with him, hands snagging onto her waist. She shivers and tries to free herself for a second but his grip slightly tightens, gentle regardless, and the grin on his face gets wider.

But now that (Y/N) is sitting up straight I can see her clearly and then my eyes trail down her face and onto her neck. There's a dark purpling large mark on one side of her neck, bright and vivid, and small reddening marks down the column of her slender neck. The bright shades of the marks Tae hyung has left on her neck contrast starkly with the white silk of her clothes, making them pop out even further.

She looks gorgeous. Tae hyung's hair is messed up, like fingers have been run through it countless times and the two of them together paint the perfect picture of whatever is coursing through our bodies. My fingers itch to capture it, to immortalise it within a photograph or strokes of paint. But it burns itself brighter into my mind, etches into my core of being, engrained into my soul. It's something I'll never forget but that doesn't mean I don't want to illustrate it for the rest of our soulmates to see, for them to see later on. It's a sight I want to admire and cherish, every moment with my soulmates are.

And seeing the glow that practically emanates from the two on the bed and the joy and want mirrored into my hyungs who stand with me, my heart soars with love for them all. And my soul shine brighter.

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We all huddle onto the blanket-laden ground in the living room, even though there's a lot of space we nestle close to each other, enough so it is comfortable and enough so that I can feel the warmth off their bodies even if I'm not intertwined with them in a loose hug. Tae hyung snags one of the spaces next to (Y/N), not even waiting for the arguing to begin and lets us fight amongst ourselves about the sleeping placements for the night.

It's Joon hyung who ends up winning the hasty round of rock, paper, scissors but we all settle down easily, I curl up behind him, Hobi hyung on my other side. And Jiminie hyung, Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung take Tae's other side and it is to the warm steady weight of Hobi hyung's legs draped over my own and my head nestled close to Joon hyung's, that I drift off to sleep.

JOON POV:

There's an incessant ringing which niggles at me, worms its way into the dredges of sleep and pulls at me violently, tugging me out of the comforting haze of dreams. I resist it, try to let sleep lull me under its soft blanket and mercifully it stops. Peace. And then starts up again. Its drilling into my ears, forcing its way into my brain, a repetitive sound that makes me groan. Why won't it stop? Someone make it stop.

"Make it stop." A voice near my ear whines, the discomfort in the soft almost quiet voice yanking me out of sleep quicker than the ringing had. It's the sound of a disturbed soulmate. My eyes shoot open, I turn to see Kookie squirming around, sleep disturbed by the sound of the ringing which once again begins to pierce the air.

"Hyung." He whines, plea clear as his brows furrow and he digs his head into my neck in attempt to avoid the sound. I smile at the gesture, eyes blearily trying to locate the source of the ringing. The others are beginning to shift, affected by the noise and its (Y/N) who's next to me who's body curls up against the sound, trying to fold in on herself. I become more frantic in trying to locate the phone under a mass of blankets and pillows and cushions. (Y/N)'s body has curled into Tae's, he unconsciously senses her presence and tugs her into him, almost shielding her with his own body as though the bond is alerting him of her unrest.

Its when she shifts that I hear the ringing become apparent from under the now vacated pillow. A soft light can be dimly made out from the edge of the pillow and I slide my hand under to grab the phone.

In my sleepy state, I manage to make out that it's not actually an alarm I'm trying to dismiss or put onto snooze but a phone call, yet another it seems from the growing number of notifications, that once again causes the phone to trill. And I've just accidentally answered it.

I'm sure (Y/N) won't mind. I'll just tell them to call at a later time.

I don't even see who's name it is that has flashed up slightly, in the dimness of the screen, instead I just bring it to my ear. But before I can even get a word out, there's a frantic voice on the other end.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N). Thank god you've answered your phone, I was going ballistic. Oh thank heavens—" the voice bursts out. It's a woman. And she's definitely panicking.

A pit of dread begins to form deep in my gut, stirring me out of my sleep and plunging me into a growing sense of unease.

I pray that everything is fine. But I already know judging by the tone and pace, that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

"I know it's really early; I know you like lie-ins on weekends but you need to come in..." the disembodied voice continues.

I can feel panic well up in me, even as I try to remain cool-headed and calm for (Y/N)'s sake. (Y/N) who is beginning to stir in her sleep, perhaps alerted to my shift in emotions somehow. Her eyes blink open slowly, registering the look on my face and the almost slack grip I have on her phone. She holds a hand out. I don't know if it is for me or for the phone but I hand it over. Her eyes blink in confusion, large and weary as she takes the phone from me. Her other hand reaches out to snag my own, phone brought to her ear.

"Hello?" she calls into the phone, voice thick with sleep.

Whatever is being said on the other side causes the unfocused look from her eyes to vanish, instead they widen. But her aura isn't clouded with grief, just a sort of icy blue tinge- numbness? And a hardening look on her face.

When the phone call ends, she flings her phone down onto the pillow next to her and flops her head down, groaning into the fabric.

I don't say anything. Instead I just squeeze the fingers laced with my own and smile when she squeezes back.

Whatever it is, I'll help her through it. But for now, I am content with her lying next to me, face turned so she can smile at me. And her lips which mouth out a soft thank you. I smile back at her.

"You're welcome." I whisper into the otherwise silent air.

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