Namjoon shut the door after Yoongi left, mind reeling from his confrontation with the detective.

He rubbed his wrist, surprised to feel the skin felt a little different there, and he glanced down.

"Yoongi?" Seokjin called, coming up the stairs from the basement. "Are you- oh-"

He stopped, seeing it was Namjoon instead, and his cheeks immediately went pink.

Namjoon looked at him, realization in his eyes and Seokjin swallowed, slowly walking up to him.

He reached down, gently grabbing the students wrist and turned it over.

He held their wrists side by side, showing off the matching markings there.

"We're soulmates." He said softly, running his finger lightly over the small, pink S on Namjoon's tan skin, and then over the small, blue N on his own skin.

Namjoon stared, too shocked to speak just yet.

"My parents were soulmates. It's hereditary, you know. But I never thought..." he whispered, placing their hands together. "If you had never come over for this project with Yoongi...it was so likely that we never would have met."

"Jin..." Namjoon reached out, tucking the boys hair behind his ear, cupping Seokjin's face gently.

They leaned in at the same time, and the kiss sent shockwaves through their veins.

Seokjin jerked back, touching his lips delicately with his fingertips. "Oh-"

"We have to tell Yoongi." Namjoon said, now finally knowing why he had felt so attracted to the oldest Min from the moment he saw him. How thoroughly ruined his plans were now.

How he didn't even care at all.

"We will." Seokjin promised, grabbing Namjoon's hands. "Jungkook too, when we find the right time."

Namjoon pulled him close, their chests pressed tightly together.

"Then, in the meantime..." He smirked, leaning in again, and Seokjin giggled.

Finally he had something for himself in this world that always took everything from him.