BTS Reacts

The night of your 17th birthday, you were too excited to fall asleep. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate. Finally, at 2am you managed to fall asleep. 

Soon enough, you woke up. Instantly disapointed that nothing had happened in your sleep, you started getting ready for school. 

“Here’s your breakfast,” you mom said pushing a bowl of oatmeal towards you. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ before digging in. “How did you sleep?” 

You knew what she meant. On your 17th birthday, you and your soulmate were officially linked. You would be able to talk to them in your dreams, and as you got closer to meeting them, the connection would grow stronger and stronger. Eventually, you would be able to see them, then finally be able to touch them. “Nothing happened,” you didn’t want to cry, but you couldn’t believe it.

“Oh, honey,” your mom touched your shoulder softly, “this happens sometimes.” 

She explained that in cases where you were older than your soulmate, that you wouldn’t be able to hear them until they also turned 17. She also mentioned that your soulmate needed to be asleep too for the link to work. 

The first 6 months after you turned 17 were extremely disapointing. You still hadn’t heard your soulmate, and it was miserable. Not only did you feel bad for yourself, but all of your friends and teachers had also heard. 

~~ 

“Hello?” You heard someone ask softly.

“Yes? Yes! Wait can you hear me?” You walked around the dream, praying it was real.

“Yeah, hi. Are you my soulmate?” The voice asked. It sounded hopeful and calm.

“I guess so,” you smiled to yourself, knowing they wouldn’t be able to see you.

“Wow, did you just turn 17 then? I’ve been waiting for so long.” 

“No,” you replied, a bit confused, “I’m nearly 18 now.”

“Oh,” the voice mumbled, “why couldn’t I hear your before?” 

“I’m not sure…” 

After a few months of occasionally being able to talk to your soulmate, you had figured out that it was not a connection problem, but a timezone problem. You weren’t close enough to them yet to be able to talk about yourselves personally, but you had guessed that they must live somewhere where your sleeping and theirs almost never matched. You had begun napping more often just to talk to them.

~~

You were nearly 23 years old, and you could clearly hear your soulmate's voice. His voice, and especially his laugh, made you smile as soon as you heard him in each dream. As time went on, you started to be able to make out an outline of him. 

The first day you saw him, and really saw him, you were shocked at how handsome he was. He was tall, with light hair, and dimples that you couldn’t stop looking at. Instantly though, you knew you had seen him before. Maybe he just looked familiar, but deep down, you knew him. 

“Lila,” you asked your younger sister, “what’s that band you’re always listening to? The Korean one?”

“Oh, BTS!” She smiled.

“Do you have pictures of them?” 

“Obviously, let me show you,” she said, pulling out her phone and scrolling through what looked like hundreds of pictures of the boys. You gasped, seeing his face again. 

“Lila, you’re like my best friend. And I don’t want you to freak out, but I have to tell someone.”

“What, Y/N, you’re scaring me?” You knew you shouldn’t tell her, but she was only 3 years younger than you and basically your favorite person in the world.

“He’s my soulmate. I finally saw him last night.” You pointed at Namjoon.

“Namjoon is your soulmate? WHAT!” She tackled you. “Oh my god, this is so cool, I’m so excited!”

“I don’t think it’s going to work out.” You said. 

“Y/N, don’t think like that. Does he want it to work? Talk to him, I’m sure you guys will be able to figure it out.”

~~ 

“Y/N,” Namjoon called to you.

“Hi,” you smiled. You wanted to bring this up with him, but you didn’t know how. “I know who you are.”

“Oh, you figured it out,” he said, bringing his hand to the back of his neck.

“My younger sister is obsessed with you guys, and I knew I recognized you.” 

“And you?” He looked at you hopefully.

“I’ve only really listened to your music when I’m with her honestly.” You mentally facepalmed, thinking you should have at least listened to 1 of his songs.

“Oh yeah,” he laughed awkwardly, “that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

 “So, I don’t know how this is going to work.” You didn’t want to sound so pessimistic, but honestly, he was a superstar.

“If we can see each other, it means we’re closer to meeting. Don’t give up yet; not before we get to meet.” You couldn’t bear to look at him, but you could hear the sadness in his voice. 

“How can we meet? We live so far apart.”

“We’re going on a world tour in a few weeks, come to a show?”

“I didn’t get tickets.”

“I can get you tickets.” He reassured you. You felt yourself stir, and quickly said goodbye before waking up.

~~

Waking up one morning, you received an email. Inside, were two tickets to the BTS concert. You and Namjoon were finally able to exchange contact information in your dreams. It definitely meant that you would end up going to his concert and meeting him. 

The day of the concert came quickly, and you and Lila were ready. You had picked out your outfits, your hairstyles, makeup, and you had rehearsed meeting Namjoon in person in your head hundreds of times. He had explained in a dream that you would go to the fanmeet after the concert to meet him. He told you to go last in line, so that you could have more time to talk to him. He wasn’t the first in the group to find his soulmate, but he was the only one who had a foreign soulmate. The other boys could just find their soulmates in Korea without creating all of these plans to meet. 

~~

The concert was amazing. You knew it would be, but you couldn’t help but marvel at all of the talent. Namjoon was especially talented, you thought. The way he smiled and laughed at the other boys while they ran around the stage made you smile. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about you in the audience. You knew that he was busy, so there was no way. The boys were clearly joking about something, but without knowing any Korean, you didn’t think anything of it.

“Sorry ARMY, Namjoon is afraid to look at the left side of the stage,” Jungkook laughed into his microphone. 

Instantly everyone began screaming, asking him why. “Oh haha,” Namjoon laughed awkwardly. “I have a friend watching.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “That’s you,” Lila shoved against you. You couldn’t look at the stage. You didn’t want this to be the first time you really saw each other. 

After the concert, you dragged Lila to the back of the fanmeet line. She whined a little bit about having to wait so long, but she understood. After over an hour of waiting, you could start to see the boys. Your heart sped up. There he was, looking as perfect as ever.

“Hi, I’m Lila!” She nearly yelled at V and Jungkook, the first boys at the table. They smiled, quickly autographing her album, sighing that you were the last ones in line. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You didn’t have a copy of their album to sign, so you just sort of awkwardly nodded at them.

“Oh. OH.” V’s eyes went wide looking at you. “Namjoon!” 

Namjoon slowly looked over from the album he was signing to see you standing at the end of the table. You saw his face light up, and you couldn’t help but blush. The other boys hurried the last of the fans out of the room, and before you could say anything, Namjoon was running around the table and throwing himself into you. 

“Aw, I got a picture!” Lila squealed in the background.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful.” Namjoon said, looking deep into your eyes. 

“I can’t believe this,” you whispered to him. You were afraid to let go of his hands, like he might walk away and never come back. 

“Let me introduce you,” he said, pulling you towards the other boys. Lila had clearly already found a new group of friends in them as they talked animatedly. “This is Y/N, my soulmate.” Namjoon said with the biggest smile on his face. 

~~

After the world tour was finished, you couldn’t wait to be able to have more time to Facetime your boyfriend. You still lived at home, while he would be going back to Korea. You hadn’t talked much about the future, but you knew it needed to come up eventually. 

“Y/N, I miss you so much.” He breathed into the phone. You could hear how exhausted he was, but knew that he couldn’t go a day without talking to you, even just for 5 minutes. 

“I miss you, too. You know, now that the tour is ending, we should probably figure out what we’re going to do.” 

“Yeah, do you want to come to Korea? I know you can’t just move here, but just for a vacation? We can talk in person and figure it out. I can get you and Lila airfare.” He mentioned. You loved how understanding he was. You didn’t not want to be with him, but you knew that picking up and moving to Korea was a huge change. You didn’t speak any Korean, you wouldn’t be able to get a job there, and you didn’t know anyone else. 

“Yeah, that would be fun. Obviously, Lila will be excited.” You laughed. You hoped that you could figure everything out in person once you landed.

Y/N POV

When you were 20 years old, a handprint slowly started to form on your right shoulder. You knew it belonged to your soulmate. From the size of their hand, they were going to be much larger than you. You wished the placement were more unique. Countless people touched your shoulders, and each time you wondered for a second if they were your soulmate. None of them ever were though. 

You were only 21, so you hadn’t been waiting too long to find your soulmate. Actually, none of your friends had found theirs either. As your best friend, Kate, was a hopeless romantic, she had been looking everywhere. She was stressed, as her 22nd birthday was approaching. Apparently, to her, she would soon be too old to meet her soulmate. Listening to her constantly cry over whether or not she would find them, you decided that a weekend trip would be the perfect way to relax, and she hoped that going somewhere new would bring her soulmate to her. You would never say it out loud, but you hoped so too. You were tired of her constant nags. And you prayed that she would find her person soon.

You packed your bags, looking for the right swimsuits to wear. After finding the right one, you threw in another pair of sweatpants for good measure. Your flight was set to leave at 4am tomorrow. It was early, but it also meant the airport wouldn’t be as crowded and the tickets were cheaper. You were going to a beautiful resort with pools, a private beach, bars, and an Italian restaurant. You hadn’t been on a trip like this in a long time, and you couldn’t wait to get there.

After checking into your flight and checking your suitcase, you made your way to security. The lines weren’t too long, so it only took 10 minutes to get through. You starting looking at the signs, trying to figure out which way you needed to go to get to Gate A15.

“I think it’s left,” Kate pointed towards a sign. Just as she did, a hoard of people pushed around the two of you, rushing towards Gate A. As they pushed by you, you tripped over someone’s feet, or maybe your own feet and started to falter. Someone grabbed your shoulder, steadying you. Before you could register, the hand was gone. While the hand might not still be there, you could feel the burning outline of where it had previously rested. 

“Wait,” you yelled. Your eyes were wide, watching the group scurry down the halls, and you grabbed Kate’s arm pulling her with you. 

No one from the group turned to look at you. “Stop!” You yelled again, feeling frantic. You weren’t about to let your soulmate slip away. Two men turned to look back at you, and you noticed that they exchanged glances. 

Jogging to keep up, you reached out and grabbed someone’s arm, “please wait,” you pleaded.

Immediately the two men stood in front of you. “Don’t touch them.” They warned. You had no clue what they were talking about, but even slightly out of breath, you couldn’t let them stop you.

“Someone touched me. My shoulder, someone is my soulmate.” You tried to exclaim. As the word soulmate left your lips, everyone in the group stopped. This happened all the time. Whenever anyone said soulmate in a public place, it seemed like everyone was silently wishing they were about to find their own soulmate. 

“You don’t think we hear that all the time,” one of the men blocking you laughed.

“What?” You still didn’t understand what they meant, but you pulled at the neckline of your shirt, revealing your burning mark. 

“Oh,” one of them gasped. They looked back and forth between each other, clearly not sure what to do.

“Which one of you touched me?” You asked, looking between the eyes of the men standing in the middle. They were all wearing masks, so you couldn’t see their faces, but you could tell they looked confused.

“I think this must be a mistake, or a scam,” said one of the big men, “boys, we have to go.”

Just as they turned to leave, you reached out, grabbing the forearm of one of the men in the middle. You watched his eyes widen. Suddenly, the men around him started speaking really quickly, in a language you couldn’t understand. 

“Come,” your soulmate said, dragging you towards wherever they had previously been rushing.

You followed, making sure Kate was with you. You couldn’t believe you had found him. You didn’t even know who he was, but you were sure you were already in love. 

After walking for a minute or two, you were shown into a private lounge. You were starting to wonder who these men were that they had guards with them and access to a private lounge. Once the door was closed, they pulled their masks down.

“BTS,” Kate whispered. Almost instantly she went from shock to repeatedly hitting your arm. “Your soulmate is in BTS!” She screamed. You looked down, hoping they didn’t catch how hard you were blushing. You weren’t as big of a fan as Kate, but of course you knew BTS. 

“Hi, I’m Jungkook,” your soulmate said, bowing to you.

“I’m Y/N,” you stated, still unable to really look at him.

“Hi, I’m Kate! I’m like your biggest fan! It’s so cool to meet you guys!” Kate exclaimed beside you. You looked at her, silently pleading that she would stop. This was your moment. 

Laughing, one of the other boys said, “I’m J-Hope, you want to eat?” Kate nodded quickly and followed the other boys to a table of snacks.

“Y/n,” Jungkook smiled at you. You finally managed to look at him, and he was possibly the most beautiful person you had ever seen. “Can I have your phone number?” 

“Yes,” you breathed out. You fumbled around your bag, looking for your phone. Finally you pulled it out and opened your contacts, pushing it into his hand.

He quickly typed in his information and then asked to take a picture with you. You obliged and smiled happily. 

One of the guards said something (in what you now knew was Korean), and the boys started gathering their stuff.

“I have to go now, text me?” Jungkook smiled hopefully. 

“Yes, talk to you soon.” You smiled as you were led out of the private room and back into the airport. You waved at him, watching him walk towards their flight. 

“Y/N! Your soulmate is the Golden Maknae! Do you realize how lucky you are?” Kate jumped beside you.

“Yeah, I really do,” you whispered.

~~~~

Y/N POV

In a world where a tattoo on your wrist matched your soulmate, you had long given up finding your other half. It was surprisingly common for people to never find their soulmate. Of course, fate always brought people together, but that didn’t always mean people noticed. Almost as a cruel joke, winter and long sleeves were probably the most common reason people never found their soulmate. 

Even though you had given up most of your faith in finding them, you never covered your mark. You thought you should give yourself a chance. Grabbing your duffel and your water bottle, you headed to your best friend’s dance studio. She taught ballet to kids, and let you use the studio after the classes were finished. You worked in sales, but dance was your true passion. 

After getting to the studio, you checked out your Youtube channel to see if any of your subscribers had sent in song requests. In the past few days, you had seen a lot of requests for songs by a group called BTS. You hadn’t heard of BTS, and once you realized they were a Kpop group, you lost any potential interest you might have had in them. But, to appease your viewers, you said you would do 1 song. 

After listening to the song 10 or so times, you started working on some choreo for one of their newer songs, “Black Swan.” Finally, the video was done. 

J-Hope’s POV

It wasn’t a secret that J-Hope loved Army, but what was a secret was how much time he spent watching videos that Army had made. After a grueling practice, J-Hope grabbed his phone to watch more dance videos. Him and the other boys were so tired, none of them even made an effort to leave the studio. He clicked on a new video of a girl dancing to Black Swan. She had nearly 100k subs, and he figured she must be good.

She moved with such ease. Almost like a combination of his and Jimin’s dancing. She could go from graceful to intense with hip hop style moves so easily J-Hope watched her move, hoping he could use some of this as inspiration. He knew the song was ending, and he was wondering if she had danced to any of their other songs. The music stopped and she smiled and waved to the camera, saying thank you to everyone watching. As she moved her right hand down after her wave, J-Hope’s eyes caught her mark. Instantly he tried to pause the video, fumbling and having to rewind. When he finally managed to pause in the right spot, he couldn’t stop himself from yelling. 

“What’s wrong?” Jimin rushed over, peering over J-Hope’s shoulder to look at the video. When he saw the girl’s mark, he gasped. “Guys. It’s her. J-Hope’s soulmate.” Immediately the other boys jumped off the floor and ran over to check if it could be true.

Y/N’s POV

You couldn’t believe how many new subscribers you had gained since posting your BTS dance video. You weren’t planning on doing more BTS dances, but if it could help you gain more subs, you weren’t complaining. After a few days, you received a message from Big Hit Entertainment. 

“Hello, Y/Channel/N,

We are putting together a special video for BTS’s new song ‘Black Swan.’ We have asked 6 other dancers from around the world to participate in a video. Would you be interested in dancing? We will pay for all of your expenses to travel to Seoul for two weeks (food and lodging included). Please let us know if you’re interested.”

You couldn’t believe it. This was your chance to try to make it as a dancer. You had never even considered the possibility of being in a real music video before. After begging your co-workers and your boss for the two weeks off, you accepted the offer. 

J-Hope’s POV

The dancers would be here tomorrow. In order for BigHit to agree to this, all of the boys had to make it seem like they really wanted to feature all of these amazing dancers. No one had mentioned that one might be J-Hope’s soulmate. 

The rehearsals for the dancers started tomorrow with the choreographers, but J-Hope wouldn’t be seeing them for almost another week. Of course, management didn’t want to waste the boys’ time, but yJ-Hope was secretly wishing they would let him work with the dancers. He had been trying to devise a plan to casually run into the dancers, but with interviews and their own rehearsals, he knew it wasn’t going to be possible. He would just have to wait.

~

The first day of group rehearsals finally came. J-Hope made sure he was wearing something presentable, but something casual enough that it wouldn’t look so out of place. He didn’t want her to think he was creepy. He hoped that she would understand why he did all of this; that she wouldn’t have said it was overboard or too much. 

As the boys walked into the dance studio, they were clearly all staring at Y/N. They wanted to check her mark. What were the chances the video made it look different? What if this was a mistake? They watched the dancers go through the steps, and of course, they were all amazing. Then, it was the boys' turn to dance with them. Since Jimin and J-Hope had come up with the plan (and were arguably the best dancers *a/n: arguably, please don’t hate me*), they each had a small duet during the song. J-Hope had of course made sure he was partnered with you.

The first time he took your hand, he knew it had to be you. He thought that dancing with you was like breathing. He didn’t have to think about anything. It was almost like he could sense exactly where you would be. The rehearsals ended much too soon.

Y/N’s POV

After the rehearsal officially ended, you thought you would take a quick break and then practice your duet part again. You wanted it to be perfect. And for some reason you really didn’t want J-Hope to see you mess up. 

“Um, hi,” J-Hope said nervously to you.

“Hi, thank you so much for everything,” you replied.

“Can I ….” J-Hope started to ask you something, but he was clearly struggling with his words. He looked around and saw that the only people left in the studio were you and the other BTS members. Quickly, before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it towards his face. 

Shocked, you pulled back. You weren’t used to people grabbing you and looking at your mark like that. 

“I have it too.” J-Hope smiled softly before removing his arm band. You looked carefully at his wrist and there it was, the same mark as you. 

“Is this why?” You asked. You weren’t really sure how you were feeling. “Is there even going to be a video?”

J-Hope looked a bit confused for a moment, but luckily Namjoon stepped over.

“He saw your video, but we, well he, wasn’t sure if your mark was the same. He’s been watching those videos for years saying that she should do a video like this, don’t worry.” You exhaled a bit. You were glad that this wasn’t some giant ruse to get you two in the same room, but you were still doubtful.

“So I’m just in the video because I’m your soulmate?” You asked with a shaky voice. You had been so excited, so proud of yourself for doing this.

“No! I saw the mark at the end! Your dancing...wow.” J-Hope responded smiling. He looked like he was really serious and like he was also worried you wouldn’t believe him. 

“You think I’m a good dancer?” You asked once more just to be sure. You had never seen anyone dance like him before, and if he really thought you were a good dancer, it meant so much.

“Yes. You’re amazing.” J-Hope responded. You hadn’t realized that this whole conversation he hadn’t let go of your wrist. You pulled your hand back and reached out to him slowly, asking if you could hug him without any words. In a second he wrapped you in his arms and you breathed into his neck. 

“I gave up on finding you,” you whispered.

~~~~~~~~~