(Y/N) POV:

Spring Break really shows me and constantly reminds me just how much I love my soulmates and keeps giving me reasons to fall further and further for them.

How they all look adorably tousled when they wake up, hair mussed, shirts askew and slowly clamber to their feet- slow movements which allow me to truly appreciate the intimacy of waking up together.

To see that some of them adorably scrunch up their noses when they're confused, the little head-tilt Kookie does when he's thinking, the small audible sound of Yoongi oppa makes when he thinks, the way Jinnie oppa blinks quickly when he's nervous or put on the spot, the way Joonie oppa bounces on the spot in excitement, or how Tae's way of thinking or asking questions never leave me blown away, or Yoongi oppa's constant way of being the pillar of support- always willing to do things that'll let Jin hyung relax a little bit longer, coming home with the grocery shopping done, or listening silently to any of us rant. How Hobi oppa loves dressing up and accessorising but never chooses earrings- saying he wants them to stay innocent or how Minnie loves capturing even the small quite moments with a camera, always capturing the purest, brightest moments through his lens. How Kookie avoids the microwave so always waits for one of us if he needs something to be heated but doesn't hesitate to switch the TV channel without a single second delay when he notices Hobi oppa shudder at the sight of a snake.

This is what I've been looking for, dreaming for my entire life. This bubble of domesticity and closeness and love. Being with them, letting the lens of my memories be filled with snapshot after snapshot with experiences I've shared with them, cataloguing them, and making my heart fonder and fonder and my soul burn brighter for them.

It makes me long and crave for a closeness, where our bodies, hearts and souls merge as one, where we become one, where our physical closeness brings us to a level of intimacy that transcends everything except the sensation of drowning in them, losing myself wholly and intrinsically in everything that makes them...them. Their scent, their touch, their taste and above all...their hearts, which beat for each other, which brought me hope, became that god-sent hand proffered when I was at my lowest and raised me up so I could stand with them, be with them and how mine beats for them.

But unless I try, I'll never know if they reciprocate those feelings, won't know if the desire in the changing room was largely mine and they were simply caught up in the moment.

Won't know if the same desire ignites fire under their skins, marks a similar burning trail like whenever they touch me, makes need and want consume me until it's all I feel, all I ever want.
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I slip out of bed, smiling at the sight of Jinnie oppa still sleeping peacefully even though he shifts for a few moments of unrest- subconsciously recognising the fact that I've moved away before he settles down, face smoothed out again. He looks at peace, calm, arm still outstretched for where he had been cushioning my head on, body still curved towards where I had lain. I lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead, smiling to the way even in his sleep he seems to lean into the touch.

I open his wardrobe to grab one of his shirts, a large white cotton shirt tailored to fit his broad shoulders, and then go into my own room to choose one of the lingerie sets we had bought not so long ago. I dither on the numerous styles, colours, and fabrics- trying to decide which one it is that I should wear.

After a long shower, I towel myself off, pulling on a black lace set, the bra and short panties, leaving barely anything to imagination, the lace highlighting and accentuating my curves- displaying them with a delicate lace design that settles over my back, just under my chest, and skims across the very top of my thighs. Once I pull on Jinnie oppa's shirt, I button it up, leaving a few undone so it gapes slightly at the chest, the shoulder fitting is broad, so the excess fabric exposes my shoulders, leaving the black lacy straps on show, gaping at the back and settling on my thighs. The black set peeks through the whiteness of oppa's shirt, hinting at what I'm wearing underneath.

Perfect.

Time to go make breakfast.

JIN POV:

When I wake, (Y/N) isn't there. The side of the bed she was sleeping on lays bare, sheets void of the presence of my soulmate, the side of the bed is cold- she's been gone some time. It's with less enthusiasm than usual I get up out of bed, not having awoken to the sight of one of my soulmates. I pop into the other rooms, rousing up everyone else who are still asleep, intertwined with each other, cocooned within arms and sheets.

By the time everyone is up and stumbling to bathrooms to get ready, I smile, following after Hobi so we can get ready together. The smell of cooking greets us as we head down the stairs, the others not that far behind us, a lively stream of chatter from the maknaes who are giggling as they walk, behind them Yoongi and Joon-ah in a discussion about their latest work.

We head into the kitchen, Hobi and I at the front.

"Mornin—" Hobi exuberantly calls as we enter and then promptly gets cut off. I turn to see what it is that has made him startled and find my breath catching in my throat.

As the others round the corner, I hear Yoongi curse, the giggles and chattering stream get abruptly cut off, and the sound of Joon-ah biting back a groan of pain as he stubs his toe against a chair.

With her back to us is (Y/N) cooking breakfast. But she's only dressed in a white shirt, one that looks starkly familiar, it's my own. But the cuffs of the sleeves have been pushed up, bunching around her slender arms, the neck of the shirt is large, the shoulders gaping to reveal the smooth expanse of her shoulders and the top of her back. Her hair tumbles down her back in loose, slightly damp waves, sleeves slipping further down, she's swaying as she cooks, spatula in one hand and hips tantalisingly moving left to right, her humming a bright cheery tune so starkly different from the sudden spike of desire in the kitchen and through the bond. The cocktail mixture of everyone's feelings are intoxicating- setting each inch of me alight.

The silence save for her voice is deafening, it's like everyone has slipped into a frozen state- unable to move, feet cemented to the ground at the entrance of the kitchen.

Just then (Y/N) turns, plate in hand when she registers the sight of all of us, face momentarily startled before it's filled with a beaming expression- one that turns the beautiful curve of her lips upward, slight dimple indentations coming to view, cheeks bunching up and eyes sparkling. It sends my heart thudding violently, mouth dry as I drink in the sight that is our beautiful soulmate.
The front sight is no better- shirt gaping slightly at the front and the shirt kissing the top of her thighs.

"You're all here!" she says, voice washing over me.

Her eyes scan all of us, feet padding forward in one of our shoes- the sight of her small feet dwarfed by the material endearing and so innocent in comparison to how she looks at the moment.
She sets the plate down on the table, turning to look at us.

"Come and eat." She says eagerly, voice warm and inviting, sliding into a chair.

The words break everyone out of their stupor, propelling their feet forwards in an eager rush to get to the seats either side of her.

Jiminie and Kookie slide into the seats either side of her, smiles victorious and bodies wriggling with unrestrained excitement.

The rest of them pile into the other chairs, I sit next to Jimin-ah, Joonie and Tae snagging the seats directly in front of her- Hobi and Yoongi on either side.

I hear her voice fill the air and breathe in deeply- filling my lungs with some much-needed air, this meal looks like it'll be a long one.

TAE POV:

Maybe sitting here was a big mistake. Nope. It was most definitely a big mistake. From where I sit I am constantly being tortured with the alluring sight of our soulmate, her hair now adorning one of her shoulders, providing me with the sight of her collarbone, unblemished and smooth, black lacy strap and the dip of her arm because of the way the shirt drowns her.

She leans forward, fork in hand as she proffers the mouthful to first Hobi hyung, then Joon hyung, me and then Yoongi hyung. But the movement makes the front of the shirt gape further, makes it fall downwards, gives view to her cleavage which peeks through her black lace bra.

I gulp, the shirt is the only thing that covers her, creates a barrier between us save for her lingerie. It peeks through the translucent fabric, constantly tortures and reminds me of what she wears underneath.

I clench tightly on my fork, will my racing heart to calm down and the surge of emotion in me to become at bay, be held back.

She's tearing away at every slight hint of resolve, every damned barrier, every ounce of control and pulling me in further and further- a tempting siren who is enthralling and captivating.

And I don't think I can resist the alluring call.

JOON POV:

I settle into the armchair, book clenched tightly in my hand as I try and focus on the words on the page, try to distract myself that is the sight of (Y/N) petering around the room with light footsteps as she flits from one end to the other, long legs on display and lingerie peeking through slightly.

I raise my eyes heavenwards, pleading for any deity to save me from falling into temptation, stop my want for more, more and more.

But it's so hard...so, so hard for this sight- this delectable beauty which we're all trying to resist- but the question isn't of whether we can, it's of how long we can resist.

The words lie long forgotten in my lap, the pages unmoving and pretence gone. How can I focus on anything but her? How can I do something as mundane as reading when there's a magical being in front of my eyes?

KOOKIE POV:

The whole day is long and never-ending, constantly prolonging the torture of seeing (Y/N) but somehow holding back from enveloping her in my arms, from holding her close to me, close enough so our heartbeats sound like one and our breaths mingle, to be one with her in every way.

"Koo! Let's play a game." She chirps, straightening up from she's been leaning against the sofa, walking over with a gait that is enticing, hips gently swaying, feet light.

I meet her eyes, willing the heat inside me to simmer down, to become a gentle flame rather than the blazing inferno that is making each nerve tingle and bristle with the need to go to her, be with her.

"What game?" I say, inwardly sighing with relief when my voice doesn't waver or break off.

"Umm...you decide!" she says, eyes lit with happiness.

I rack my brain for a thought, any thought.

And even though I lost so badly. I stupidly decide to say—

"Uno." But when her eyes shine and her joyous laughter fills my ears several rounds later, cheeks flushed from giggling and mouth parted- I decide it's all worth it.

For her, to her...I'll gladly lose any day. If it means this happiness, this elated feeling that bubbles overflowingly through the bond continues- then I have no qualms.

All the fond smiles that light up everyone's faces, abates the desire for favour of a pure airy feeling of giddiness and hearts fluttering for how different she is now, how much more carefree. It's worth it. It always has been.

JIMIN POV:

The end of the day can't come quick enough, all plans, decisions and rational thought out of mind, out of sight. There's nothing more I want to do then go through this beautiful agony again.

To be tormented with the sight of our soulmate looking so at home, so perfectly adorned in one of our clothes, a sign of being at comfort, at ease and intimate with us.

When she heads to the stairs, subtle sway of her body as she swings to turn to face us.

"I'm going to go change then I guess...then head to bed." She sighs, voice level but there's an unreadable expression in her eyes. Something...forlorn. Disappointed.

And I don't know what it is, what has happened but I know that I can't...we can't let the day end like this, come to a stop with something hanging between us unspoken, undiscussed.

She climbs the stairs, each movement stilted and heavy- so different from the flitty lightness she breezed around the house in.

We all share a concerned look, eyes worried as we take in her disappearing figure and clamber to our feet, hurrying to follow her up, feet rushing to catching up with her.

Just as her hand is pushing her door open, we round the corner and in a moment of desperation I use my ability to gently tug her towards us, propel her right into my arms which wrap around her in a close embrace.

She doesn't meet my eyes, any of ours, staring resolutely at my chest, head bent but even from her posture I can read the sadness in it, I don't need to be an empath like hyung to understand the tightness she holds herself with, stiff and unrelaxed in my arms.

"Don't." she breathes, a sad sound.

I share a look with Yoongi hyung who stands next to me, his mouth tightening with growing worry.

"Don't what?" Joon hyung asks, carefully as though wary of what the answer may be. I'm silently praying, begging, pleading that she isn't rejecting us, moving away from our touch, my touch...wanting distance again. I can't see her move away from us, see her reinforce those iron-clad walls again. It took so long for her to let us in, I know it would be unbearable to be shut out again.

There's a few moments of silence. Thick, heavy, cloying and suffocating.

She raises her head, my heart lurches painfully to see the endless hurt in her large eyes.

"Don't touch me like you want me. Don't hold me and not want me close." She says, words wobbling.

I feel Jin hyung step forward, feel his body press against mine.

His hand gently comes to thumb across her cheek, a lingering slow touch.

She moves slightly, almost imperceptible but I still see the pain that flashes across her eyes.

"I want you with all my heart, body and soul." She utters- truth and longing in each syllable.

Comprehension dawns on me, our behaviour must've seemed like avoidance, like distance. When all we wanted, all I wanted was to hold her close and never let her go, to be with her and never stop losing myself in the sensations that is her.

"We want you so, so much. So much it hurts to be away from you. So much that keeping control is painful." Tae says hoarsely, low voice littered with distress and longing.

"If you say yes...let us show you how much you mean. How much we love you." Kookie says pleadingly, words soft.

She looks at us.

"Let me...let us just love you." I say before bringing her closer to me and drawing her lips to meet mine, slotting over hers perfectly, easily.

Please (Y/N)...let us love you.

(I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE THE LAST CHAPTER BUT YOU LOVELIES ARE LUCKY- IT ENDED UP NOT BEING! THE NEXT ONE PROBABLY THOUGH...IT GOT WRITTEN LONGER BECAUSE I WANTED IT TO BE FILLED WITH THE IMPATIENCE, LONGING AND YEARNING THEY'RE ALL FEELING. TO PROLONG THE WAIT JUST HOW TORTUROUSLY SLOW IT IS FOR THEM. BUT NEXT CHAPTER! LET'S SEE! POOR (Y/N) THOUGHT THEY DIDN'T WANT HER AND NOW THEY'RE GONNA SHOW HER JUST HOW MUCH THEY DO! QUICK QUESTION- WHO SHOULD IT BE?? IT'S SUCH A DILEMNA! HELP!! ANYWAYS...LET ME KNOW LOVELIES HOW YOU FOUND IT- SEE YOU NEXT TIME! STAY SAFE! AND ALSO!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR REACHING OVER 300K READS AND 15K VOTES- YOU GUYS ARE MY WORLD! LOVE YOU ALL!)

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