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ACTRESS, LUNA YOUNG, FINDS HER SOULMATE ON A TRIP TO PARIS! SHE RECALLS THE PICTURE PERFECT MOMENT, “It was magical, a moment any girl would kill for.” STAY TUNED TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THIS ONCE IN A LIFETIME STORY. ONLY ON…

“Hey, I was watching that!” My best friend, Jimin, whipped his head in my direction, glaring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. Both of us were sitting on my couch watching the new channel for almost two hours. Jimin lived for those celebrity news shows, it was like a drug to him.

Throwing the remote on my coffee table, I shrugged my shoulders, “It was almost over anyways. Also, how do you even know she’s telling the truth? What if they are doing that for publicity? Science says it is a one in a million chance you would be able to find your soulmate anyways.”

Rolling his eyes, he turns his body toward me, “(Y/N), you are over exaggerating. It’s, like, one in a thousand. And, celebrities have money to travel and do all sorts of things, so it’s easier for them to find their soulmates.”

Sighing, I get up and walk to the kitchen. It’s really hard for “ordinary” people to find their soulmates. None of my family members ever found their “true love”, so they just married whomever they pleased. There are only a couple of stories of people actually finding their other half.

Everyone, who has found their soulmate, says the closer you are to them you get this tingly feeling, like electricity almost. And, the less distance between you and your “true partner” the stronger the sensation becomes. But it is hard for average people to find their “other half” because most of the time they live in other countries. Like Luna Young for example, she found her soulmate is Paris! She has the money to travel anywhere, at any time she wants. That’s why every month there is a new celebrity that found their soulmate.

Following me to the kitchen, he opens up my fridge and grabs two Cokes: one for me and one for him. “I just don’t get why you are so against finding your soulmate.”

“It’s because I don't want to waste my time and give my hopes up. If I find them, I find them. If I don’t, I don't. It’s not my dream to find my “one true love” and I’m not going to dedicate my whole life searching.” I crack open my drink and take a sip. The bubbly liquid going down my throat is nice and cold.

“Watch, with that attitude, you would be the first one in your family to find your soulmate.” He says with a slight attitude.

We sit there in silence, scrolling on our phones until Jimin speaks up again. “One of my mom’s friends is moving to Seoul next week. He’s going to be going to college with us. My mom wants us to show him around and to befriend him.”

He flips his phone to show me a picture of a guy around our age. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t the most attractive man I have ever seen. “Damn, he’s hot! What’s his name?”

“I think it’s like Sebastian... or something along those lines.” He shrugs his shoulders and continues to scroll through his phone.

Jimin and I start our first year of college next month and I couldn’t be more excited. Having the freedom of living on my own and not having my parents breathing down my neck 24/7 is life changing. Jimin made sure we both signed up for the same classes. For the most part we do except two classes, which I have to remember to make friends in.

Jimin and I have been best friends since we were 15. Jimin’s mother and father left South Korea when he was around 5 or 6 years-old. A couple months after arriving in California, his parents decided to open a bakery in the Los Angeles area: Cherry on Top. To this day it is still well-known and a popular spot for tourists to go.

Jimin and I first became friends our Freshman year of High School. He was always my seat partner in every class we had. So, being forced to talk to each other, we found out we had a lot in common. We've gotten closer and closer ever since.

Now for me, I’ve always lived in California. My father owns a popular modeling company in California: Star Modeling Agency. He travels all over the world recruiting new people to replace the old. But, recently, he has been traveling less. So, to continue his recruiting, he buys the recruiter their plane tickets to Cali. Father is trying to expand his company to South Korea. Having one in Los Angeles and the other in Seoul will double our income.

My father wanted to give Jimin a modeling gig, but Jimin politely declined. His dream was going to college and taking over his parents' business. So, in the future he wouldn’t have time to model and run a whole business at the same time.

Jimin and I had the same dream, except I was expected to take over the Agency. My father trained me all of my life. Yes, I could have skipped college and went straight into the business, but I wanted to experience college. Living in Korea, far away from my father, is too special to pass up.

After sitting around and doing nothing for another hour, it was time for Jimin to go home. “Text me when you get hime, so I know you made it there safely.”

Yanking me into a bear hug, he smiles “Yes mom…” He says in a mocking tone. I wave goodbye until I can’t see him anymore.

Going to my room, I get ready for bed. What if moving to Seoul is my chance to find my soulmate? What if Jimin was right that I’ll be the first one in my family to find my other half. “(Y/N) why are you even thinking about that?” I shake the obnoxious thoughts out of my head. Closing my eyes, I fall into a deep sleep.

*DREAM*

A GUYS LIPS CAME INTO MY LINE OF VISION. THE FLIRTATIOUS SMIRK ON HIS FACE TOLD ME THAT HE COULD HAVE ANYONE HE DESIRED. HIS FACE AND WAS FUZZY, BUT THE BACKGROUND WAS ALMOST HD.

“Who are you?” I REACHED OUT TO TOUCH HIS FACE, BUT BEFORE I COULD HE BACKED AWAY. I STOOD THERE AND WATCHED HIS BACK RETREAT UNTIL HE DISAPPEARED INTO A HAZY FOG.

Every night I would have that dream, my heart would be racing and my cheeks would be hot. I haven’t told Jimin about the dream, scared he would make fun of me or go on a rant about “soulmate this” or “soulmate that”. It’s not possible to see your soulmate in your dreams, especially if you haven’t met them. So, how could the guy in my dreams be my soulmate if I have never met him.

This is crazy! I don’t have a soulmate. It was only a dream, there could be a logical explanation to it. Should I tell Jimin? No, he’ll just overthink it. But, what if he is right and it is my soulmate. No, that’s just stupid. Stop thinking about it (Y/N)! I hit my head multiple times directing my attention to something else.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re going crazy,” Jimin looks up at me from his bowl of cereal, “Are you stressed about college? Did you forget something?”

Jimin and I sat in the back of my father’s car, riding quietly to the airport. A month has passed since I’ve seen him last. Both of us were dressed in a tank top and sweats. He had one of his airpods in his hands waiting for my response. It has been a month since I’ve last seen him. His hair has grown out a little, covering his eyes slightly.

Should I tell him? He is my best friend and I’m desperate for advice. “No. I packed, it’s just...if I tell you this, you have to promise me you will not tell a soul.” I whispered to him, so my father wouldn’t hear.

Nodding, he listens to every word I say. “I’ve been having a dream for the past month. It’s the same thing over and over. I’m standing there looking at a hazy face. But, the only thing I can see, clearly, is his lips. Also, he is smirking at me, which makes me feel hot all over. I try to reach out and touch his face but he chuckles deeply and turns around to leave. I can’t move or anything, I just watch him leave. The dream feels...real.”

He sits there staring at me, trying to process every word that shot from my mouth. “Let's be honest, after Luna came out with her soulmate, you have been trying to picture yours. I read on the internet that it’s completely normal to do that. It’s your brain trying to picture your soulmate for you.”

What Jimin tells me makes perfect sense. I’m trying to imagine what my “true love” looks like, so I can be satisfied with not meeting them. That’s the only logical explanation of my dream.

Groaning, I rub my face. Jimin can sense how bothered I am by it, so he changes the subject. “Hey look on the bright side, we are almost to the airport! A new beginning is waiting for us.”

I am excited. It is an opportunity to go to Korea where no one knows who I am. And, everyone who knows my name won’t associate it with my father.

Father did a great job by keeping me out of the camera’s eye as I was growing up. But, once I became a High schooler everything changed. Kids only became my friends, so they can get a contract with my dad. Jimin was and still is my only true friend.

The closer we got to the airport, I started feeling weird. It was like I was having constant shivers. I wrap my arms around my body, curling into my knees.

Looking at me worried, Jimin asks, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” He rests his hand on my shoulder, lightly squeezing. The feeling is so hard to explain.

“Yeah, just a little cold.” I chuckled. I reached in my bag and yanked out my flannel jacket.

Jimin looks at me questionly, but ignores it and goes back to listening to his music. Looking out the window, I watch the cars zoom pass. Looking at my father drive, I wonder if he’s happy that I am leaving? I know he doesn’t hate me, but a part of me knows he is more relaxed with me gone. Father told me before that this is a great opportunity for me and that I should get used to Seoul, whatever that means. It was always just my dad and I. My mother left us when I was around 3 or 4. My father has always told me that I look just like her, and I think that is a part of the reason why he wants me gone so much.

I never knew the reason why my mother left us, my father never told me either. So, as I grew older I just let it go.

The closer the three of us got to the airport, the stronger the chills got. It was almost like needles pricking my skin. I was interrupted by my father speaking, “We are here,” he shifts in the seat to look at me, “I can’t get out because of the-”

“Paperazzi. Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes. Two security guards opened the truck of the SUV getting Jimin and I’s baggage. Jimin was standing waiting for me.

Before I could open the car door, my father spoke, “Text me when you get there, okay?”

I nodded and got out of the car. Jimin and I walked side by side. Both of us put our sunglasses on  one the flashing began. The paparazzi yelled questions at both Jimin and I. With both of our heads held high we walked to our gate. The security guards helped us until we were safe inside the plane. As we walked, the chills got worse. Now feeling like energy crackling around me, I double over. Jimin grabbed my arm leading me onto the plane.

Once we sat down in our seats, Jimin grabbed my face so I could look at him. “Are you okay?” His eyes are blown wide, staring me down.

Grabbing his wrists, I reassure him, “I am fine Jimin. My stomach started cramping up, that's all.”

Throughout the whole plane ride the electric feeling stayed the same. I could tell Jimin was worried about me, so every so often I would squeeze his hand and smile up at him. I couldn’t have been happier when we landed. Putting shades on top of my head, I walked out of the plane, Jimin following me.

“I’ll go get our suitcases. Just stay right here.” I nod at Jimin, watching him leave. The shivers were back but that’s the only “pain” I am feeling. As I stood there waiting for Jimin. The electric feeling came back tenfold. Turning around I brace myself on the wall closest to me. Leaning on my left side I wrap my arms around my body. Can this feeling please stop. The feeling is getting worse. Should I go look for Jimin? Debating whether or not I should, I decided to go look for him. Whipping around, I hit right into a chest.

Right when I look up into the person’s eyes I feel like the time has stopped and everything is in slow motion. The sensations I am having feel like sparks. I’m pretty sure if you look close enough you can see the sparks shooting from our bodies.

The man that is holding me is smiling from ear to ear. Before I can comprehend what is happening, the fine male staring into my eyes speaks up.

“Hello, my name is Jungkook. And, what is your name, soulmate?” He stares into my eyes and smirks.

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{A.N.}