Thoughts are in 'italics'
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You are Y/N. In this world, you have been taught about having a one true love - also known as soulmates. Soulmates that which means of your apparent other half. You failed to understand though, how such a 'word' led this world of yours with people, fantasise and long in a desperate way to reach out to whoever they may be. A cruel yet huge hint that led the one half find the other. Being fed up with this, you convinced yourself that it is only a word.

Your parents were supposed soulmates and stuck together to become a wedded couple that brought life to you. They did love each other. However, they visibly drifted when you were seven years old. Leaving you to live with a drunkard father and a whore of a mother who left you and him under one roof. With that being said, you were left to aid for you own needs by yourself, leading for you to become a very independent woman. As you grew, you began to find ink marks on the underside of you wrist, a writing with a faded colour of black that blend into you skin. That to which concluded it was time you knew one thing about them.

Their names.

You, who at the time of your age, found out the name of your soulmate.

Min yoongi.

You disliked the fact that you would meet that someone who you would have to depend on, through your entire life, once met. You hate how you have to bear to hear the same word being voiced out of every person you pass as their topic. A never ending conversation that is commonly discussed with their friends, families or relatives.

Growing out as an independent women, you chose to start out new, in an apartment you managed to find affordable and well suited for yourself to live alone. You didn't mind the lack of relations you had, rather, you decided to stay introverted and kept to yourself. You couldn't really complain though, you were socially very awkward. So the 'lack of relations' managed to help avoid any awkward encounters with new people.

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You chose an apartment in the town, daegu. Leaving everything behind, you decided that a fresh start, where no one knows you, would be the perfect way to begin.

Reaching at the apartment you chose, you could see it's Snow White walls that made the apartment complex. Once entering the parking lot, you drove your car and parked it.

As you got off, you head towards the building. As you reached the entrance, you heard another car pull up and park somewhere nearby. Spinning your head to take a glance, you did not expect to see a black van. Even more surprising though, was the group of grown men that came out. Seven different yet, super hot men, mind you.

'Oh hell no!', You were not dealing with those guys. With the first goal of the day, you sped up your pace and walked into the building. Checking yourself into the lobby of the building, you ask the receptionist to hand you your apartment keys. To your dismay though, those men had caught up to you. One in particular though, seemed to want to greet you, as you've noticed.

With a tap on your shoulder, you reluctantly turn around to face one of those men. "Annyonghaseyo! Are you new?" A gorgeous man asked. He had striking silver locks, adorable puppy-like eyes and one of the tallest men out of those seven. "Ah.., annyonghaseyo, yes I am.." you replied shyly and of course, awkwardly. He gave you a welcoming smile. 'Dimples' was the first word that popped up in your head. 'He's so cute!' You smiled back.

"Thank you," he said. "W-what?" You asked. "For the compliment. I'm guessing you thought out loud." He chuckled. 'How embarrassing...' you blushed slightly "o-oh." Was all you could say.

"Ah, How could I forget? My name is Kim Namjoon. You can just call me Namjoon though," He introduced. "And those six other guys are my friends!" He pointed behind him. "Oh uh, nice to meet you namjoon. My name is Y/N L/N. just Y/N Is fine though." You surprised yourself, you weren't awkward at all!

"Y/N..?" He repeated. You nodded, not understanding why he looked so serious all of a sudden.

"Yoongi hyung, can you come here?" Namjoon asked to one of the mint green hair coloured man. You weren't gonna lie when you felt the slightest bit intimidated by the man who came closer towards you and Namjoon. His face showed no expression, he looked emotionless and his skin was pale white, "hm?" He hummed in response. "What is it?".

Wait. Hold the phone. Did Namjoon just say... yoongi?

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woO first chapter and we're already getting the juice! This is my first BTS fan fiction, I hope you enjoy this book. :)

~bonnehh_ 💜