#btsghostiemarathon

“I feel so betrayed.”

You laugh at his pouting and plant a kiss on his nose. “I’m sorry, Jimin. But kitty cuddles have to include cats.”

“Sucks that you’re allergic, huh?” Jimin says, looking bummed for you.

“I can risk my life--”

“No.”

You get a suspicious text from Jimin, one that makes you frown.

Baby J: Have u taken ur antihistamine today?

You: yeah lmao hayfever was brutal this morning

You: why?

Baby J: Hmmm nothing

It’s not nothing and the fact that you don’t know is keeping you on edge. You can’t figure out why he asked you about your antihistamine. Is he going to bring you flowers? As cliche as it might be, it could be possible. He’s quite the romantic, after all. Oh no, is today a special date that you’ve forgotten about? A birthday? An anniversary?

While you’re caught up in your own thoughts, Jimin comes home. Jitters in your fingertips, you look up at him nervously.

Only to see a weird lump wiggling around in Jimin’s hoodie.

Your eyes widen and you give Jimin a confused glance. “Is that--”

He smiles sheepishly, and readjusts his hoodie so a little head pops out of the neck.

The kitten is so cute that you might cry. Letting out a little gasp, you slowly reach your hand out, fingers petting the soft ginger fur. Jimin’s smile is fond as he watches your interaction with the little kitten in his hoodie.

“She’s Jungkook’s kitten. I asked him if I could borrow her for a bit so you could have your kitty cuddles.”

“She’s so precious,” you say, tears welling in your eyes. You wonder if it’s because of your allergies or because the cat is so cute. “Tell Jungkook I said thank you.”

“You can when we return her.”

“Noooo she can’t leave us yet,” you pout. You haven’t even cuddled her yet. She’s still in Jimin’s hoodie.

Jimin laughs. “Don’t worry, you have about an hour.”

“Well, we gotta make the most of it,” you say, gesturing to the couch. “Kitty cuddles. Now.”

Jimin laughs again and moves to the couch. He lets the little kitten down on your lap and she curls up comfortably. You want to cry. You’ve never had a kitten on your lap. She’s so warm. And soft. And cute.

“We’re going to have to give this couch a good clean after we take her home,” Jimin says, already seeing some hair on the couch.

“Worth it,” you say, smiling down at the kitten, still petting her soft fur. You turn to Jimin, smile still on your face. “Thank you, baby.”

“It was nothing.”

“It’s everything,” you argue before patting the spot right next to you. “Now join the kitty cuddles.”

The way his voice cried out your name as he desperately tried to bring your breathing back. The way his lips brushed yours to give you more air, only for it to be useless. The way his sobs echoed into the dead of the night as your heartbeat slowed to a stop.

You wake up in cold sweat and clench your chest, focusing on your breathing. Your heart aches for your other half. It’s beating for them, desperately wanting to see them again. Images of from your dream — no, your past life — sits in your mind, anxiety rising to your throat. Your last recent life had a painful end. And your nightmares never let you forget.

This time was ruthless. You haven’t had such vivid memories of your recent life for so long. The last time you had it was… oh.

Realisation sinks in as you rush out of your bed to get dressed for the day. Today is your day off — you had originally intended to stay at home all day and play video games. The latest Legend of Zelda game had you hooked. But now, all you can think about is going out, drinking coffee at cute little cafes, taking walks, visiting the local art gallery once more. Anything to bump into your soulmate. Because the last time you had a vivid dream from your past life, you had met them that day.

You fuss over your look for a few minutes too long, conflicted between looking presentable and nice or being comfy and casual. You finally find a middle ground, and with once last glance in the mirror, you head off to your favourite little cafe.

Cappuccino and a blueberry muffin later, you can’t help but feel a little bummed out that you’ve yet to run into them. You try to shake off that feeling and look into it positively — you still have the rest of the day left. There’s still plenty of time.

It seems like the world saw your down mood from earlier because less than an hour later — while you’re aimlessly wandering around the nearby park, your soulmate literally bumps into you.

Well, their ball does.

One moment, you’re daydreaming while walking, and the next, you’re lying on the grass, staring at the clouds above you. You laugh a little at the odds, berating your stupid self at being so lost in thought that you didn’t look at your own surroundings. The area the ball hit on your forehead hurts a little and you find yourself subconsciously putting a hand to where it hurts.

Suddenly, a person is rushing over to you. You suspect that they’re the owner of the ball.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” someone says, their voice instantly bringing a shiver down your spine. You lock eyes with the owner of the voice, only to be staring at extremely familiar eyes.

Oh. Oh my god.

It’s your soulmate.

Your soulmate hit you with a ball.

Fate works in weird and wild ways. You would be laughing right now if you weren’t so frozen in shock.

“Is there anywhere that hurts? Do I need to call an ambulance?” they continue frantically, snapping you out of your daze. You get up slowly and shake your head in response, trying your best to do so nonchalantly to calm him down.

“It’s fine,” you say weakly, your voice betraying you. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” they ask, sceptical. “We have an ice pack in our chilly bin. The best we can do for knocking you out is letting you use it.”

This is it. This is your chance to get to know them in this life. You nod slowly and you accept the hand he gives you to help you up.

“Hyung, are they okay?” one of their friends yell out, just as the two of you start to make your way over to where their stuff are. When you get there, you give them a smile to let them know that you’re fine.

“Did he apologise to you for hitting you with his ball?” another one of your soulmate’s friends asks.

Your soulmate’s jaw drops, a soft gasp escaping him as he turns to you. “I’m sorry.”

The situation is so stupid, so funny, that you can’t help but laugh. Everyone else seems to find it funny too, because they laugh along with you. When the laughter dies down, your soulmate hands you an ice package.

You accept it, smile on your face. “Thanks.”

As you sit down on the grass next to him, you photograph your soulmate into your memory. But you’re missing one thing.

I wonder what your name is in this life?

“I’m truly sorry for hitting you with my ball earlier.” he says and as if he’d read your mind, “I’m Hoseok, by the way. Nice to meet you.”

He gives you a bright smile that you remember well, lifting your spirits and making your heart soar.

Hoseok. I can get used to that.

You smile back, excited for another life with him. “Lovely to meet you too. I’m Y/N.”

The sound of the piano being played bleeds out into the corridor as Taehyung opens the door. It’s not a piece that Taehyung recognises, but he’s instantly moved by the melody. Curiosity gets the best of him and he decides to take a peek.

Inside the room is what looks like a recording studio. There’s a drum kit carefully packed away in a corner, a few guitars hanging on the walls, amps and cabs stacked on top of each other, and several microphone stands with various types of microphones placed specifically around the room. In the back of the room is an upright piano and the most beautiful person Taehyung has laid eyes on.

With his pale skin and jet black hair, he glows under the dim lighting of the room. Concentration in his frown, his eyes closed as he plays a tune that looks like he knows by heart. Taehyung is in awe, mouth agape, as he stares at the beautiful man playing a beautiful piece of music.

He’s so caught up in the music that he forgets that his hand is still on the door and it makes a prominent creak sound when he accidentally opens it further.

The man stops playing, head instantly turning toward Taehyung at the door. Eyes now open, he frowns at him, hands slowly moving away from the keys into nervous fists.

Taehyung’s cheeks heat up in embarrassment as he stutters out, “I’m sorry, I got lost and entered the wrong room but then I got caught up in your beautiful music and oh shit, I probably look really creepy right n--”

“You’re not,” the man says in a low voice. “Don’t worry.”

Taehyung calms a little by the man’s voice and words, slows the panic in his mind down. “Your music really is beautiful.”

The man smiles awkwardly at the praise, and Taehyung can imagine his cheeks tinting pink. “Thanks.”

“What’s the name of the piece? I don’t think I’ve heard something like that before.”

He looks even more awkward, hesitating before muttering quietly, “it’s an original.”

Taehyung hears him clearly and he smiles wide. “That’s amazing.”

The man nods a little, obviously unsure what to do with more praise, and bites his lips to keep him smiling. Taehyung finds him extremely cute. Still beautiful. But also extremely cute.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way,” Taehyung adds. His phone vibrates in his pocket and he remembers why he entered the room in the first place. “I’m sorry but do you know where room S12 might be?”

“You’re on the wrong floor. S12 is upstairs.”

“Ah, fuck,” Taehyung says, sighing. “Well, it was nice meeting you…”

“Yoongi.”

“Yoongi,” Taehyung smiles. “Look forward to seeing more of you and your playing, Yoongi.”

Jimin always finds it amusing that you two have managed to still remain ignorant towards your feelings for each other so as to not jeopardize your friendship but it looks like you’re both actually clueless about it and Jimin has had enough with the tension more than the two of you idiots.

“I’ll drive”, Jimin suggested, hoping his plan in mind would work, “It’s about time I put my driver’s license to use anyway.”

Taehyung was quick to comply as he pulled over at the side of the road and you incredulously looked at him but he could only give you a shrug as he unbuckled himself to switch places with Jimin.

“And why are you still here?” Jimin raised his brows as soon as he got himself on the driver’s seat.

“You need someone to stay awake with” you stated as a matter of fact.

“I’ve slept enough, now why don’t you join your lover Instead?” Jimin teased, prompting you to squint your eyes at him suspiciously, “What? I’m just saying that you both need some sleep.”

“I could sleep here.”

“But the backseat is much comfier, right?” Jimin twisted his body to speak to Taehyung who’s currently snuggling himself further down into the small blanket up to the point that his eyes are the only one peeking through it.

“Mhmm” Taehyung hummed as he slowly blinked his half lidded eyes and you tried your best to not coo at the sight but Jimin snapped his fingers in front of your face to get your attention.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m not going to move this car ‘til you get yourself back there”

“You’re pushy, aren’t you?” you huffed as you relentlessly unbuckle yourself to remove your shoes and throw it haphazardly at the back where you joined Taehyung by jumping over the console, “Happy?”

“As long as you’re happy” Jimin winked, immediately stepping on the gas to continue the trip.

You decided to settle by the window, imitating Taehyung on the other end as you crossed your arms and leaned your head against the window, not realizing how sleepy you felt until now and that’s on Taehyung for showing up unannounced in front of your house at midnight to drag you along with him into this trip that Jimin has planned on a whim.

You slowly felt yourself drifting off to sleep but you were disrupted when you felt a tap on your shoulder, prompting you to open your eyes to see that Taehyung had managed to slid closer to you.

“Can I hold you?” Taehyung whispered.

“Huh?”

“I can’t sleep properly”

“Okay” you mumbled.

Taehyung swung his arms around your shoulders to pull you in so he could share and drape the blanket around your figure. You scooted closer to him until you felt comfortable enough although you were a bit unsure if you should even put your head to rest against his chest but Taehyung must’ve sensed your hesitation because he took it upon himself to gently place your head there.

“Is this okay?”, Taehyung asked when he felt your body tensing up, prompting him to squeeze your shoulder to possibly make you at ease.

“Yeah” you affirmed him as you relaxed into his hold, eyes falling shut whilst you nuzzled your face closer to his neck.

“Good night”

“Good morning” you corrected and you could feel his chuckle vibrate through his chest.

Taehyung used his hand around your shoulder to ran his fingers through your hair in a manner that could easily lull you into a slumber but you believe that won’t be happening anytime soon, not when you could feel his other hand ghosting over your palm and you can’t help but wonder what his hands would feel like against yours but wouldn’t it be too strange for the two of you to hold hands?

Then again, isn’t it already strange to get so cozy with your best friend like this in the first place? It is strange but it’s not like you’re complaining and so does Taehyung, so what is there to lose at this point if you let your curiosity take over? You might as well take advantage of the situation while the opportunity presents itself.

You did not hold back any longer when you decided to encapsulate his hand onto yours and you admit that it was a scary thing to do because you felt like you’ve just crossed a line you shouldn’t even be crossing and Taehyung being unresponsive doesn’t help either but hearing the sounds of his rapid heart beat has somewhat made you relieved.

Taehyung squeezed your hand, thumb drawing soothing circles at the back of your hand but he then grabbed it to place it along his shoulder whilst he moved the hand that was on your shoulders down to your waist to reel you in to his side furthermore making this seem more intimate than it was.

“You still awake?” he said.

“Yeah”

“Look at me” and so you did.

Taehyung’s face was dangerously close to yours and you think your heart is going to burst with the way he’s looking at you so softly with that small smile adorning his face that soon falters once his eyes flickered down to your lips and you could already feel the butterflies wilding in your stomach, particularly so when Taehyung began to lean in.

But just as your lips were about to meet, the two of you suddenly bounced off of your seats as your heads painfully clashed against each other and that’s because Jimin accidentally drove over a speed bump at full speed.

Annoyed, Taehyung sent Jimin a deadly glare through the rear view mirror for ruining the moment.

“Oops, my bad” Jimin apologetically smiled.

Unable to muster the strength to resist, you simply stepped to the side, a silent welcoming of your boyfriend into your apartment. 

It was no secret that Namjoon was a klutz. On your first date, he ended up breaking his wine glass and his dinner plate, and you both ended up eating take-out in a park after paying the restaurant a generous tip. He had broken many things over the years - everything from vases, curling irons, and AirPods. If something could break, there was a chance that Namjoon had broken it. There was a reason that you always cooked on date nights and that Namjoon had never touched the stove in your apartment - that would change tonight.

Breaking you out of your trance, Namjoon’s voice called out to you from the kitchen. 

“I’m making chicken noodle soup!”

If your chest wasn’t already tight enough, the idea of Namjoon alone in your kitchen responsible for using the stove and cutting up lots of vegetables definitely did the trick. But as Namjoon helped you to the couch, you couldn’t help the sleep that overcame you as he laid you down on your couch and started running his fingers through your hair. Your sleep was so peaceful (aside from the occasional clanking sounds of what you presumed to be a knife hitting your counter).

The cold feeling of a damp towel on your forehead woke you up, your boyfriend’s smiling face in front of you. In contrast, he was holding a steaming bowl of soup in front of you, and by some miracle, it actually looked not only edible but also delicious. If you had more energy, you would’ve taken a photo of it and sent it to the boys, who constantly laugh at him for his clumsy kitchen skills.

Right as Namjoon was about to feed you your first mouthful of soup, you heard a very unnerving noise from your kitchen. Namjoon immediately said he would handle it, but after he had been gone for all too long you had to get out of bed to see what the ruckus was. 

You were met with the sight of Namjoon in your kitchen, and your stove covered in his chicken soup. It didn’t take a detective to figure out what happened - Namjoon had probably left the stove on when he came to give you soup, which had subsequently exploded all over your kitchen. 

To put it frankly, your kitchen was a mess. 

But you couldn’t care. All the effort Namjoon had put it made you so happy and at the end of the day, you were just happy he was there. You didn’t need chicken noodle soup or a clean house as long as you had Namjoon. 

“Turn the stove off and come back to bed, babe. I’m dying to try this soup.”

Maybe it’s not chicken soup that makes you feel better when you’re sick. It the love of the person making it.

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