#hxw

That was one of the many things he liked about you, you respected him, and the respect was returned tenfold whenever you too needed silence.

The two of you were one musical mind, and you helped each other whenever you could, constantly pitching ideas to one another, taking inspiration from each other's work or favorite music.

You were one of the reasons why Seventeen's music was so diverse. Because where Jihoon lacked experience or knowledge, you would always step in and teach him, and the other way around.

The two of you were grateful for one another, but unfortunately so far he hadn’t found you. You however knew exactly where he was in the world. Hell you had known your soulmate had been the Woozi of Seventeen since you were 19.

And despite that early on epiphany you hadn’t met him yet because that man was never outside if not workrelated, in other words you were completely doomed.

Vernon was currently sitting next to Jihoon, head bopping to the beat that was blasting on the speakers all the while he himself was drumming it on the table in front of him.

“It’s good, the hook is much smoother now” he said with a somewhat small voice.

Jihoon smiled. “I know, she fixed it for me” a common pride blossomed in his chest at that.

“It’s too bad we don’t know her name, at this point she deserves some credit and royalties for at least a couple of our songs” Vernon said as he leaned back in his chair just as the music faded out, leaving the room more quiet than it was before.

“Oh definitely, I’ll get on it the second I have her name” he too leaned back in the chair that soon needed to be exchanged for a new one.

Vernon shook his head with a small smile on display. “I’m so jealous that you know, she knows who you are”

Jihoon still remembered the day you found out. It had been such a relief to hear those all too well known tones around him. He still remembered how you turned it up, putting their full discography on full blast.

He however wasn’t as lucky, because unlike him, your music wasn’t on the radio or the kind to go viral globally on Tiktok or Spotify. No, the classic tunes of your violin wasn’t something the average person listened to.

Jihoon had a few alerts out in the world though, looking for people making covers of those classic songs, or trying to find the originals you usually played for him if he was having trouble sleeping.

Unfortunately none of them had brought you to him yet, but he hadn’t given up. He didn’t think he ever would.

You had always loved his music, the way he was so detail oriented that everything had to be perfect before it was released. The two of you were similar that way.

There was a pride in your chest when you had pitched an idea for him, and he ended up actually using it.

It had been a total coincidence you had stumbled upon kpop, you had been somewhat goofing around on youtube, suddenly stumbled upon a reaction video to BTS.

Then it dawned on you that there was a possibility that he wasn’t close by, that he wasn’t European, that he belonged to a whole other part of the world.

That had started a deep dive into every artist you stumbled upon, and suddenly there it was, one of the songs he had played over and over until it was perfect. Pretty u.

And what a pretty song it was, but now you needed to figure out which one of the thirteen men that was on that stage in their blue and pink suits, actually belonged to you.

Which seemed somewhat troublesome. That was until he started singing, and as soon as he did you turned the volume up as loud as it could go, desperate to feel his voice resonate within your very bones.

You knew he could hear the music, knew you now knew, who he was, where he was in the world.

Now you just needed to figure out just how you were gonna get to him to notice you.

It took you a while to figure out just what your plan was gonna be; you didn’t really have that big of a following on the internet as any of the guys did, but maybe if you were able to use the correct buzzwords you would be able to get his attention.

Or at the very least get Pledis’s attention.

You began your master plan by nothing less of playing along on the songs for their new comeback, you followed the rhythm, the beat as well as you could on your violin. You layered it with the piano you sometimes played as well and in the end you had an almost classical masterpiece of their upcoming song.

At this point in time only a few teasers had been released, so it was the perfect timing for you to actually release it.

You had done this with every comeback, and this time it seemed that people were catching on.

“What do you mean I’ve been hacked?!” Jihoon yelled at their manager, Vernon by his side sitting completely still as he watched the older man completely lose his mind.

“We’ve been getting a number of e-mails from carats saying that a woman claims to have the full song online; threatening to release it before the single drops in two weeks”

Jihoon sighed. There was no way this was making any kind of sense. He had never been hacked before. He made sure everything was off the clouds, made sure that everything was hidden away in his own apartment if it wasn’t in the studio.

He couldn’t been the source; it had to be someone else. If he was being completely honest with himself, it didn’t really matter, they just needed to get all of this fixed and as soon as humanly possible.

“We have reached out to her, threatening with a lawsuit if she doesn’t comply but…” The managers looked at their lawyer.

“What?” Jihoon said as he stood from his chair, palms laying flat on the table in front of him, while he stared the two grown men down.

He had an aura that was way bigger than he himself was, he had always said that the only thing small about him was his height; he wasn't wrong.

“She wants to meet, discuss royalties” he said with a wince.

A laugh escaped the singer, a laugh so deep from within his soul it almost surprised him. "Royalties? Is she insane? No way in hell I’m sharing any type of credit with a psycho looking to make some quick money. Nah ah, not gonna happen”

He pushed back the chair and went for the door. Vernon quickly followed behind, a look in his eye that Jihoon had a hard time placing while the anger consumed him.

“Hyung, maybe it’s not the worst idea, we can have a sit down and… You know, have the lawyers there, put the fear of HYBE in her?”

There was a smirk on the youngest lips. One that promised mischief.

Jihoon sighed. “Fine!” he said before pulling the door open. He didn’t care that the remaining members were standing on the other side, waiting. He left them all behind and decided to lock himself in the studio all while he frantically searched for the leak. Someone had to have missed something.

“So?” Seungkwan asked Vernon as their producer had left in a hurry.

“The man is a fucking idiot sometimes” Vernon said with a grin.

The plan had worked, and maybe even a little too well. Rumors from k-carats was that the usual sweet Woozi was a force to be reckoned with.

There was a definite spark in his eye, but there was no doubt it was from rage rather than anything else.

Hybe had been so kind to actually pay for your flight, and pick you up in the airport. It was most likely because they deemed you some sort of flight risk, but it didn’t matter. You were finally there; about to meet him of all people.

Your hands were shaking when you entered the tall building, heart almost beating out of your chest.

You took a few deep breaths and you could’ve sworn you saw the manager literally roll his eyes at you. But who could blame him?

The room was big and on one side sat 3 people you assumed were lawyers. You bowed politely and took a seat opposite the two empty chairs between them.

You sat there slowly playing a tune on the loose string on your jeans. The violin was packed away in your suitcase that stood beside you, and for a second you considered if you should pull it out and just play a song to calm your nerves.

Before you had a chance the door opened and in walked Seungkwan, Vernon and in the end Jihoon.

You almost bolted from your seat and to him, but a small smile and shake of Seungkwans head and you stayed where you were.

Behind the young man followed small white daisies, and it brought a wonderful smile to your face. One that made the two youngest share a knowing look.

Jihoon however completely ignored you. He only stared down at the papers that had been placed in front of him, and the frown on his face was very obvious.

The lawyers talked and you felt like a deer caught in headlights. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

He was supposed to take one look at you and just know, not just flat out refuse to look your way.

You didn’t hear a single word about what was going on around you, instead you just felt your heart sink further and further down before it eventually met the bottom and shattered at impact.

A single tear escaped the prison of your eyes and you quickly dried it, doing your best not to show any kind of weakness.

“I’m sorry this was a mistake” you said quietly as you pushed back the chair and gathered your things. “Send the papers to my hotel, I’ll sign whatever you want”

You felt how your voice struggled to stay steady, felt how all the walls were slowly breaking down around you. Slowly threatening to break you in this room filled with people you didn’t know. Because you did in fact not know him.

Before any of them could even protest you were out the door. And just before it shut behind you the echo of your first sob was heard through the meeting room.

Jihoon didn’t care. He didn’t care about this meeting, he didn’t care for whoever this hacker was. He just wanted it all to end as soon as humanly possible.

It didn’t even register to him that you had the intention of complying before he heard the door being pulled open.

He smiled. He had gotten what he wanted, and then he heard the sob, and it felt like his soul itself had been cut from his being.

“Please leave us,” Vernon said out loud, before sighing and hiding his face in his hands.

“Well I would say that went smoothly” Jihoon said with a smirk that didn’t quite meet his eyes. The ache in his chest seemed to linger.

Seungkwan laughed, but it was hollow and almost demeaning. “Are you some kind of idiot?” he said with a voice so serious, that Jihoon had to blink once or twice to understand his younger brother wasn't kidding.

“What?” He shook his head, trying to get the confusion to lift but for some reason it lingered. He had no idea of what he was referring to.

He gestured towards the door behind him. Only to look even more confused.

“She’s your soulmate dude, and you just let her leave… Sobbing” Vernon said as he finally pulled his face from his hands.

Jihoon's heart sped up, as that small voice in the back of his head kept repeating one word. No.

He hadn’t even taken the time to look at you. Hadn’t even taken the time to smell the perfume you had no doubt worn only for him. A whine managed to escape his throat right before he threw himself off the chair and sprinted to the door and out on the hall. But you were nowhere.

He called security, trying your best to get them to intercept before you had left the building, but even that was too late, your visitors badge had been turned in. You were gone, and with how he had behaved, you most certainly wouldn’t be back.

You had run straight for the elevators. Luckily a friendly soul had held the doors open when you called out.

In the elevator stood none else than Hoshi, mint green hair on display, matching perfectly to the woman who was currently resting her head on his shoulder.

You tried to take a few deep breaths. And saw how the woman moved slowly next to you, reaching out for you as she silently asked if you were okay.

And with that bit of comfort you broke. Your legs gave out under you, and this woman, this angel, sat down on the floor next to you and pulled you in for an embrace as she silently stroked your hair.

Hoshi was in a somewhat panicked state, but managed to stop the elevator. The three of you sat there while you tried getting your voice back.

As you dried your eyes you thanked the two silently.

“What happened?” The woman asked before pulling at one of the strands of hair that was stuck to your dried down tears.

You looked at Hoshi, who only smiled gently. You took a deep breath and then you explained exactly who you were to them.

It didn’t take long before you were back home in the pair's shared apartment, being ushered into a guestroom almost as big as your apartment.

A shower, and a change of clothes later and suddenly the door to the apartment opened. Your heart sank, afraid that he might walk in.

“Pink! You’re never gonna fucking believe what just happened! The guys are going absolutely insane!”

Around the corner stepped out a tall beauty, one who for some reason seemed oddly familiar.

“I think I have a pretty good guess Limo” Pink said as she gestured to you. Right; Limo the model.

“Holy shit!” Limo said before pulling a bottle of wine from the fridge. “Girl are you okay?” She said before pouring three glasses and sitting atop the kitchen island.

You drowned the glass and she quickly topped it off, and then you told the story once again.

“Does Woozi know she’s here?” She said looking at Hoshi, who only grimaced before he left the room once again. The poor man hadn’t been able to sit still since they had smuggled you from the Hybe building.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Limo laughed almost silently.

She looked to you once again. “Do you know what your flower is yet?”

You shook your head and for the first time in a while you smiled. “My what?”

“It doesn’t really matter, we’ll catch you up at some point” Pink said.

“Have you called Tan yet?” Limo asked before taking another sip. “Tan is Jun’s soulmate by the way, oh and I’m Jeonghans!” she did a small wave. That explained it then.

“No, one thought and the guys will know in a second. And I’m having trouble enough getting that one to stay quiet” she said as she pointed to the room Hoshi had disappeared into.

“Jun can keep a secret better than most of them” Limo laughed.

“I’m sorry if I’m too much of a burden I’ll just check into my hotel” you said as you slowly got up.

Both of the girls had grabbed each of your wrists before you could move to far away.

“No, what you need right now is family. And we might not feel like it yet, but that’s what we are”

They both felt like it. They had since the second you had seen them. And for a second you wondered if you girls was as destined to have each other, just as the boys had been.

“She’s not at the hotel” Jihoon said as he exited the lobby of the hotel you had told Hybe they’d be able to send the documents to.

He had a serious talk with the lawyers, getting them to actually draw the paperwork of getting your name on all the songs you had helped with, of getting the money you were owed out of the trust he had made for you so many years prior.

“Hyung, I know you might not wanna hear it. But maybe she’s gone back home” Mingyu said on the other end of the phone.

Jihoon shook his head even though the man on the other side had no possible way of seeing the gesture.

“Has any of you been able to get a hold of Hoshi?” He asked.

There was complete silence on the other end of the line.

It was as if an invisible string pulled at him by the mere mention of his best friend's name.

He hung up the call with Mingyu and immediately rang his number.

The phone went straight to voicemail, and before he had even thought about it, he ran for a car desperate for reaching the pairs apartment.

He pressed the code into the door but was denied access.

He could hear movement behind the door, and Hoshi stuck out his head to greet him with a smile more fake than Mingyu’s hairline.

“Hyung! What are you doing here?” He asked. “We’re kind of in the middle of something, if you no what I mean?” He said in a suggestive manner.

“I know she’s here, just let me in” Jihoon pushed at the door, desperate to get in. But Hoshi stood his ground.

“Soonyoung open the god damn door!” He raised his voice, and out of the blue the door was pulled open, and there stood Pink, looking like a thunderstorm incarnate.

“You’ll turn around and that’s right fucking now Jihoon” like Hoshi she could be as terrifying as she could be soft and kind. Dokyeom was usually the one being put in his place when he was unable to sit still in her chair before shoots.

“I just wanna explain… apologize. Please, I can’t…” his voice cracked, and the rage he had for himself was instantly substituted with regret and despair for hurting you.

He took a deep breath. “I can’t let her leave without apologizing. I want to, I need to explain. I need her…” he felt his knees give out under him.

“She’s not quite ready yet, you have to respect that”

It was as if she had stolen all hope in his body, and what was left was this shell of a human.

“I’ve given her your number… she’ll reach out at some point. Until then I’ll make sure she’s safe and has a shoulder to cry on”

Jihoon nodded. Hoshi walked out of the apartment. Kissing the top of his soulmate's hair, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Then he wrapped his arms around his hyung, lending himself to him, while he fell apart.

You had heard the altercation between Pink and Jihoon, and you wanted more than anything to jump into his arms and hold him close. The mere sound of his voice made every hair on your body stand up.

But the hurt from his refusal to look at you, the indifferent look he had on his face, it was a hard memory to erase.

Not long after he had left the apartment with Hoshi, you retreated to the guest bedroom. There was no longer any energy left to keep you standing. And as soon as your head hit the pillow, you fell asleep.

You woke up in complete darkness. Everything was completely quiet, almost as if the whole city had stopped the moment you opened your eyes.

You sat up and almost instinctively reached out for your violin. But you stopped. Would he even want to hear from you right now?

Apart from that you couldn’t play and wake up the couple sleeping only a few rooms away. So instead you took the case with the instrument and sat down at the terrace. The brisk winter air was welcomed.

You let your hands run down the ruby violin. Smiling but not from happiness, but from the sheer memories this instrument had given the two of you.

As if he was right there with you, as if you had timed it; a piano started playing in the back of your mind.

The first few keys could’ve been anything. But the more you thought about it, the more obvious it became.

So you decided to sing the lyric with the instrument; well knowing he, somewhere in this city sang the song himself. An apology without words, one that you were ready to accept.

He didn’t know exactly why this was the song he had thought about when he couldn’t sleep. But the lyric somehow seemed to fit his situation almost perfectly.

There’s nothing I wouldn’t do To have just one more chance To look into your eyes And see you looking back

Oh, I’m sorry for blaming you For everything I just couldn’t do and I’ve hurt myself

If I had just one more day I would tell you how much that I’ve missed you since you’ve been away Oh, it’s dangerous It’s so out of line

To try and turn back time I’m sorry for blaming you For everything I just couldn’t do And I’ve hurt myself By hurting you

His voice had cracked, had barely been more than a whisper when you had first joined him on the song.

He hated he wasn’t there with you, that he couldn’t hold you and kiss away your tears. The sound of your music in tune with his own was enough to heal a bit of that broken thing that was currently stuck in his chest.

A pling rang from his phone.

Unknown: send me your address

Maybe you shouldn’t cave in so soon, maybe you should go home. Maybe, maybe, maybe. It didn’t matter, none of it did. The only thing that really mattered was that he was here, in the same city, that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

So as soon as the address was in your phone you got a car to drive you to him.

He was walking back and forth in the lobby. Constantly looking to the street to see if the car that drove by the apartment complex was one that stopped.

Most of them didn’t and he was slowly losing his mind.

And then, there you were. And he completely stopped in his tracks.

He had forced every single one of the guys that had seen you to describe you to him, but none of their words did you any justice. You were exquisite, perfect. And you were his.

You smiled awkwardly and it didn’t seem like you even knew what you wanted. What you needed so you just stood there for a second, staring at him, as if you were deciding if this would truly be worth it.

He took a step towards you but stopped in his tracks. His hand involuntarily reached out for you.

And it was as if those small movements were enough to snap you out of the trance you were in. Because a second later you were sprinting towards him.

He opened his arms and catched you without even rocking back on his feet despite the force you knocked into him with.

A small nod to the receptionist and they were out collecting your bags.

Your held on so tight, and he refused to put you down, especially when he felt your whole body almost vibrated as you sobbed into the crook of his neck.

He was your safe space now, and no way in hell he was ever gonna let you down again.

Into the elevator you went, and up all the floors, through the door, and into the darkness of his apartment. He laid you gently onto his bed, and you clung to his shirt.

“I’m not leaving, but let me tuck you in, and I’ll be there by your side as quickly as possible”

You nodded, and allowed him to take care of you, to keep you safe.

It took him no more than 30 seconds, and then he had pulled his somewhat soaked t-shirt from his head and was under the covers, pulling you as close to him as humanly possible.

He had never really been one for general cuddling, even touching other people annoyed him more often than not.

But you, you were different. And maybe he hadn’t needed anyone’s touch but yours.

“Thank you for coming back to me” he whispered, before kissing the top of your head.

You couldn’t help but smile as you squeezed him a little tighter. Hearing that faint beat in his chest.

He laughed.

“What?” You asked as you looked up at him.

He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “I guess our mark can’t differentiate between a beat and a heartbeat”

His hand stayed on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, the movement making him catch his breath.

“You heard that?” You asked with a smile so soft but still so bright it made your eyes sparkle.

He nodded. Before he let out a sigh.

“You are the most beautiful being to ever exist”

The tips of his fingers rested on the back of your neck, gently pulling you towards him. You rolled your eyes slightly before closing the gap between you.

He wasted no time, as soon as your lips connected, as soon as everything stilled, he laid you back on the mattress, trapping your head between his strong arms as he devoured you.

You weren’t really sure how much sleep you had gotten that night. The two of you had talked, kissed, played music and everything in between. So when you finally woke up and he wasn’t in bed, you assumed it was because he was fetching the two of you something to eat.

As you had gotten dressed he knocked on the door to his room.

A small hum later and he let himself in, closing the door behind you.

His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him before kissing your nose lightly.

“I didn’t want to wake you, but everyone is out in the living room with breakfast desperate to meet you”

You laughed and automatically leaned back your head, allowing him to gently kiss your neck.

No more than a few seconds later and you were walking out hand in hand.

Limo and Pink sent you a small wave, which make the third woman there roll her eyes. She was the first that stepped forward.

She took your hand. “I hope you know this means you’re now my official default bestie. Because those two clearly won’t include me”

The boys laughed. Junhui only rolled his eyes at his soulmates dramatics.

“Trust in me Tan, I promise to never keep secrets from you”

She pulled you in for a hug. “Ugh I already love you!”

It was nice, finally being introduced to them all, and you were glad you knew their names beforehand. Else it might’ve been a bit more overwhelming.

They were all so kind, all so welcoming.

“Now we just need a nickname for you” Chan said as he pinched his nosebridge dramatically. Mingyu pushed him in response, earning him a laugh.

You took your plate, needing more food. And stepped right through the daisies Seungkwan had just made as he too had grabbed a second plate.

The daisies around you transformed to long ruby red roses.

Jihoon leaned back with a smirk, pride radiating from him. “I thought it was kind of a given” he raised a brow. “She’s Ruby to you and baby to me”

Chan responded: “that hardly seems fair” and the room then erupted into laughter.

note: please please please let me know what you think! again i'm so sorry that this took so long. at one point i was literally almost done, but as i re-read it, it honestly just seemed like the plot was that of a 13 year old on wattpad. the likes; the reblogs and your comments is what keeps me writing, so please dont be a silent reader

🍀 ⌇ profiles ~ lost and found clurb, the cats+hamster

🍀 ⌇ table of contents

› 1 ~ no, don't play hamliton during my breakdown?

› 2 ~ trading luck for a zoo ticket

› 3 ~ ice cream commercial

› 4 ~ I like my toast burned

› 5 ~ finding four-leaf clovers in concrete jungle

› 6 ~ four of clubs

› 7 ~ when the rabbit's foot is actually plastic

› 9 ~ believing fortune cookies, just this once

› 8 ~ horseshoes hang upside down for a reason

› tba

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