7 Secrets Drabbles
The one where Jungkook finds out
This is a Drabble/oneshot based off of my soulmate series â7 Secretsâ from the point of view of Jungkook. Namjoon says that Jungkook is the one who originally found out about the soulmates, so I thought itâd be fun to show what happened exactly. Enjoy!
Genre: BTS Soulmate au
Warnings: None as far as I know
Word count: 1.7kÂ
Song recommendation:Â âInvisible Stringâ by Taylor Swift
Tapping on the door I wait for a few seconds before peeking my head into the room. Clutching my laptop close to my chest it takes a moment before my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room.
âOh, hey Jungkook. Howâs it going?â One of the staff on the editing team greets me, shuffling around as he clicks around on his computer.Â
 âHey Ji-hoon. Can I borrow your computer again? My editing program crashed, and I really want to get this done.â I hold up my laptop for emphasis.Â
Ji-hoonâs eyes trail over to his screen, nodding absentmindedly while he no doubt gets the program up and running. âUh, yeah. Thatâs fine...let me justâŚâ He snaps his fingers when he finishes. âThere you go! Just donât go in and mess up my stuff, alright?â He teases me.
 Iâm quick to promise him I wonât do anything of the sort. âAre you going somewhere?â I ask as Ji-hoon grabs his jacket. He nods, edging his way toward the door.
âYeah, meeting up with some friends for dinner. I just stayed a little later so I could get ahead on some stuff. When youâre finished just save everything and shut it down, alright?â With that, Ji-hoon disappears from sight.Â
I sigh, settling down into his chair. My eyes grow wide, getting into the zone as I try my best to get back to the point I was in the editing process before my program decided to kick me out.Â
 The hours tick by, and I jump up with a shock as I glimpse the time.Â
âOh no,â I groan. âJin is going to kill me.â I was supposed to help him with our unit song tonight. Heâs probably been waiting for over an hour.Â
 Quickly, I save and am in the process of trying to send myself the edited video when something catches my eye. On the bottom right-hand corner of the computer is a sticky note. Clearly in Ji-hoonâs writing, which says, âfix opening credits for ep. 64â.Â
I furrow my brow. âWhat episode is he talking about?â Itâs been a while since the 64th episode of Run! BTS. I quickly send off my edited video, leaning back in the chair and rubbing my eyes.Â
Editing is a kind of twisted hobby of mine. Itâs exhausting, but itâs also the most calming thing in the world to me. Once I manage to sit up again I go to power of the computer. A thought pops up into my head.Â
 âJi-hoon seemed like he was in a rush earlier...I should probably help him fix the opening credits for episode 64 so he doesnât have to worry about it later. That can be my thanks to him for letting me use his stuff all the time.â
Mumbling to myself has long become a habit, and itâs in moments like these that I completely forget I donât have an audience to narrate every little thing for.Â
Rolling my neck and sending Jin a text apologizing for showing up late, I get to work. Jin will understand, heâd do the same.
It doesnât take me long to bring the files back up, quickly finding the video again. I double click on it, turning the volume down low and double checking that Ji-hoon isnât about to barge in here demanding to know what Iâm doing.Â
 The screen is black for a moment, just the words, âInsert opening creditsâ showing up before big bold letters spill across the screen.Â
 Episode 64 - âBack to schoolâ I hum in acknowledgement, weâve certainly had plenty of school-related episodes in Run! BTS. However, when the scene that first appears is inside a kitchen that Iâm sure Iâve never seen before, Iâm wracking my brain, trying to place the episode.Â
 Quickly pausing it, I pull up the calendar on my phone. If this was episode 64 of Run it would have been in⌠February?
âWe didnât film anything in FebruaryâŚâ I mumble. âWas this already recorded?â I shrug, pressing play. Maybe Iâll remember it once I watch it through. Shaking off the strange feeling in my stomach that forces me to the edge of my seat, I watch with wide eyes.Â
 âSoon-ah?â A whisper comes from the audio, although the owner of the feminine voice is nowhere to be found. âSoon-ah? Iâm so sorry, did I wake you up?â Indecipherable mumbles respond. âOh, ok. I was just wondering, could you maybe help me with the map one more time before I leave? Iâm scared that Iâve got it all backwards, and I donât want to be late for my first class because Iâm lost.â
Some more grumbling and loud thumping happen before a girl appears in view. Sheâs chewing on her lip, clearly nervous about something. Heading toward the kitchen she reaches up for a bowl, map tucked under her arm. Looking directly into the camera she gives a cheery wave despite her obvious nerves. Iâm pretty sure Iâve lost the ability to breathe. Or formulate sentences.
âYou...youâŚâ The words fall from my lips without my consent. âThis isâŚwhat is this? Where - whoâŚâ
I know who that is. Even though she remains nameless to me for the moment, I know exactly who that is. The girl in the screen continues on, completely clueless to my current predicament. Sheâs humming to herself, pouring a bowl of cereal. I find myself leaning closer, nearly falling off my chair in the process.Â
âWha- whatâs the map for? Where are you going? Is there a map I can use that will lead me to you?â The questions dive off my tongue even though I know the chances of the girl before me turning back to the camera and answering them are slim to none.Â
 âDo you want me to bring you food, Soon-ah?â The angel asks, eyes looking down the hallway. Iâm pinching myself, fighting the urge to cry out and beg her to turn around again. Look at the camera. Look at me.Â
 The girl shrugs when she receives an answer that the audio doesnât pick up. Thatâs when I notice the microphone clipped to the girlâs clothes. Somehow, these girls are aware and participating in some sort of show⌠Why didnât I know about this?Â
 Wait, why am I upset about this?
Itâs almost as if she hears my thoughts, because the girl is quick to turn around and remind me of exactly why I should be upset about not knowing about her existence earlier. She returns the box of cereal to where it must be resting beside the camera. Looking into the camera again as though itâs an everyday occurrence, she winks.Â
 âIâm starting my first day at the university, so if youâre watching this Jungkook, wish me luck. Iâll do my best not to get lost,â she holds up the map to emphasize just how hard sheâs trying to not get lost.
 âYou...this is for me? I- good luck!â Too many thoughts are rolling around my head now to really get anything straight, but there is one thought that sticks around. I breathe it out.Â
 âI never got my results back.âÂ
 Hand running through my hair at lightning speed I gulp down as much as my lungs will allow. Suddenly the floor has disappeared from beneath me as I remember with a start going in for soulmate testing. The procedures lasted about a week, and we were told that we would be given our results within a couple of months. Counting in my head I strain to remember when that was. Definitely more than two months.Â
 More like three years.Â
 While we were told beforehand that most results come back as inconclusive, we were actually never told thatâs what happened with our tests. I guess I just assumed as much when we never heard back about it.Â
 But thereâs this girl in a kitchen hunched over eating cereal and studying a map out with such precious concentration that I canât help but curse myself for being so young and naive and stupid. I should have demanded an answer.Â
 A moment passes before another girl hops into the kitchen, the two of them smiling. âAre you excited? I see youâre back to studying that map.â The new girl asks, stuffing her hands in her hoodie as she begins studying out the contents of the fridge.Â
 Itâs a BTS hoodie, that much I can see. However, when she finally turns her back to the camera I chuckle. More specifically, itâs a Suga hoodie.Â
 âYeah, I think so. It feels nice to take this next step instead of justâŚâ the girl with the map; my girl, sneaks a look at the camera. My heart stutters at the indirect eye contact. âYou know. Waiting.â
I jump as my phone suddenly sounds, hardly able to tear my attention away from the scene in front of me. Quickly pausing it I see Jinâs contact photo taking up the screen of my phone, and I answer it.
âWhere are you?âÂ
 I donât bother to answer his question as a sob I didnât realize I was containing rips through me. âHyung! H-hyung you wonât believe this.â
âKook where are you? Is everything al-â
âSoulmates, hyung! We have soulmates! And they never told us, theyâve kept them from us, but theyâre real and...and mine is going to the university and sheâs so nervous and-â
âJungkook,â Jin breathes out in wonder. âWhat happened? Where are you?â
Iâm already a step ahead of him, quickly exporting the video and sending it to my personal email. Thereâs no way Iâm losing this, not now that I finally know.Â
âIâm still at work, Iâm on the bottom floor.â My voice still wavers, but itâs growing steadily harder as the fire within me threatens to set everything it touches alfame. Starting with Bang PD. âJust, wait for me, ok? Meet me in the conference room on the second floor. I have something to show you.â
I donât even wait to hear a response before Iâm up, reluctantly closing out of the computer before bolting out the door and up to the second floor. Holding my laptop close to my chest I dial another number, the tears already flowing as I hear his voice.Â
 âHey Kook, whatâs-â
âJoon,â I croak out, the tears making my throat close up. âI need you to listen to me, this is important.â
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