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"Three days until tour." He says, eyes narrowing on Jimin's feet. They hit the next mark.

"I know that," Jimin replies coolly. He makes his next spot, holds the count, and continues.

"Not with that dancing you don't."

Jimin huffs back, but doesn't speak. His pace quickens.

"Slow down!" Hoseok calls, starting to clap the beat for Jimin. "I know you want it perfect, but you have to focus for it to be."

Jimin stops, arms in the air. "Stop." He runs to his phone to pause the music.

Never met, but she's always on my mind

"What?" Hoseok rolls his eyes. "Don't take it personal!"

Wanna give her the world and so much more

"Shut up!" JImin slams his phone down, turning back to Hoseok. "she's singing."

Who is my heart waiting for?

-

The Twitch stream Jungkook had on in the background caught his attention, making him look up to his monitor.

I'll take her places they ain't found yet

I'll put it all on the line

"I really like this song," the streamer muttered, focused on her own monitor. She kept singing along before hitting a boss. "Fuck."

He watched, logging out of TikTok and slumping into his chair more. He had nothing to do, preferring to give himself a few days of rest before starting a tour. Plus, a good way to brush up on his English was watching an American streamer. He'd watched this one a few times. Her more monotone voice made it easier to follow along.

The streamer looked over at her chat quickly.

"The song is Who by Jimin," She read aloud. "It's about looking for his soulmate." She and Jungkook nodded at the same time. He hummed in agreement at the comment. He remembered holding Jimin just a few weeks ago, both distraught over the emptiness they'd all started feeling. The weight of one missing part to themselves was starting to weigh heavy.

"Have you met your soulmate?" She read again, squinting down at the chat. Jungkook refocused on the stream. She leaned back in her chair, pausing the game as she shook her head.

"No, unfortunately." She looked around, avoiding the screen. "But!" she pointed at the chat, as if it were someone she knew. "I know a few things about them. I have that recessive trait where I get flashes randomly, and I can see what they're doing from their perspective." She nodded along with the chat, "Yeah, pretty lucky. Hopefully, I'll find him soon. At least, I think my soulmate is a him; the voice is deeper, and his hands seem pretty big." She talked quickly, looking away from the camera.

"Jimin has the same thing," Jungkook muttered to himself. He suddenly found himself in a bad mood, not wanting to think about their search anymore. Jimin had been more reserved lately, not having had a vision in the past few months. He thought back to the notebooks Namjoon had splayed across their coffee table, sitting on the floor as everyone crowded the couch, grilling Jimin about the visions as he sat in the middle. Hair color, voice, height, street names, the list could go on.

"What do you know about him? From the visions, I mean?" She repeated another comment. Jungkook watched her lean back again, thinking hard. He knew that look; the decision to tell anyone about the contents of a vision was hard. He watched Jimin make it over and over again. It was hard to hear that your soulmate lived in America, or that she only seemed to speak English. Jimin always knew it wasn't something that any of them wanted to hear, yet he always told them.

"I need to watch something else," he groaned, rubbing his hands over his welling eyes. He reached for the mouse.

Knock knock knock. In rapid succession on his studio door.

"Jungkook!" Jimin and Hoseok yelled. "Let us in!"

"What is it?" He called out, moving the click out of the stream. He really did not want to be reminded of his failures right now.

"He had a vision!" Hoseok banged on the door again. "Let us in now!"

Jungkook jumped up, knocking his chair down to the floor and rushing to open the door. "What did you see, baby?" He asked as soon as he saw Jimin standing there, cupping his face gently.

Jimin gasped, stumbling back from Jungkook's hold, "Her," and pointed to the monitor across the room.

-

You inhaled deeply. "Ok. I'll tell you what I know so far 'cause maybe you can help me." You stared at the comments as they rolled in, not wanting to look at the monitor. It was too much like looking into a person's eyes at times. Some days were better, but today wasn't one of them.

"I know that he lives in Korea. I've heard him speak Korean a few times before, and seen signs as he drives around sometimes. I also know that he likes to make beats or sing." Your voice rose up the slightest amount at the end. It was a question for you. You saw too many different things and different studios to narrow it down.

"Something along those lines, He's got some sort of studio thing he rents out or something." You lifted your hands up. "But that's all I've got. Everything else is just quick glimpses. I've never even seen him looking in a mirror or taking a selfie." You read a few comments, exhaling at the funny ones. "Yeah," you agreed with one, "that would be helpful."

You shifted in your seat, pulling a foot up to your chest as you leaned forward. "Ok." You unpasued the game again, eager to stop thinking about the images flashing through your head. "Don't comment your soulmate success stories or you're banned."

-

"Are you sure?" Jin asked, leaning over Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon, with all the other members crowded around him, seated in Jungkook's chair, watching you play a game. Jin held the notebooks up to the monitor. The drawings Taehyung did were close, but he still had his doubts. The eyes were wider, hair shorter, just not exact.

Hoseok looked through his fingers from the back of the crowd. "How is she not scared?" You moved through the horror game with ease, jumpscares rolling off you quick. You blinked rapidly at the flashing lights of the game's death screen, shook your head a few times, and restarted the challenge.

jImin nodded, "I'm absolutely sure." You turned your head to the side as you took a sip of water. "Look!" He pointed at the monitor, stretching past Namjoon. "I have seen that freckle, in that spot, in my visions."

Taehyung took the sketches he had done out of Jin's hands, holding them up so everyone could see. "I've drawn it," he ran his finger along the curve of your sketched neck, stopping at the freckle Jimin had made sure was in the right spot. "I've drawn her."

Jin tried to pause the stream immediately, pounding on the space bar. "Ahh!"

"Hyung!" Jungkook tried to stop him. "Don't break it!"

"Make it pause, Kook!"

"It's a stream, it doesn't pause!"

-

You sighed, leaning back in your chair as Twitch returned to the Home Screen. "That was a good one, beefcake," you said, hoping your fat cat was somewhere in the room.

"Mrrow." Beefcakes' small head emerged from the top of her cat tower.

"Yeah, yeah," you grumbled, standing up and stretching. "It's how I afford all that kibble, fatty."

"Brro."

"Sorry." You shuffled to the bathroom. No matter how tired you were, the routine needed to stay the same. You started with brushing your teeth, looking down at the to-do list on your phone.

PR pickup

Film PR

Gym

Tutoring session at 4 PM

You nodded to yourself before finishing up. You slipped into pajamas, gave beefcake a kiss, and went to bed.

-

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Taehyung asked, slumped over on the table.

"Yes, keep bedazzling," Jungkook muttered quietly next to him.

"What if being autistic means you don't like rhinstones?"

Jungkook stared at him. "Then I peel them off one by one and give you bragging rights. Bedazzle."

"Ughhhh." He groaned as he picked up his glue.

They worked quickly in the background noise of Jin, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon huddled over Namjoon's phone. Their manager, Sejin, and a social media consultant rattled off the facts quick.

"She's been posting on YouTube for about 5 years, hitting more rapid growth after the first year when she shared her Autism diagnosis in a video titled: Autism: Enemies of Women and Puzzle Pieces." The group nodded along.

Their new consultant chimed in, "Mentions of soulmates include only two quick sentences in one YouTube video, in that one she talked about her soulmark, and then there is the stream you just watched. Her fanbase is actually posting a lot about this stream currently because it's the most she's ever mentioned a soulmate or even confirmed that she has not met them yet."

Yoongi leaned over table, resting his elbows on it and running his hands through his black hair. "Has she ever posted anything showing the mark?"

The consultant sucked in a breath. "No. Sorry."

He cursed under his breath and walked away, heading to Jimins' still form on their couch. He sat next to him silently before placing a gentle hand on his knee and rubbing in soft circles.

"Are you sure this is the correct P.O. box?" Jin asked, looking down at a text on his phone.

Sejin hummed. "Yes, and looking through past TikTok posts, if she posts the day after picking up PR, then she should pick it up tomorrow."

"So she could come to our first show?"

Everyone perked up, eyes on the group huddled around the phone.

"Yes," Sejin said, "We'll have someone waiting at the office when it opens to drop the package off, and if it turns out it's not her, we can make another donation to a foundation of her choosing and show our support for the community - works in your favor either way."

Sejin knew they weren't listening to the last part, hearing the whoops and chatter in the room.

"Thank you," Namjoon whispered, watching his soulmates hug and talk. They flitted around the room, talking to each other, crying to each other, kissing softly.

Sejin smiled. He knew how Namjoon sounded when he cried.

"Anything for my boys."

The call ended, and a three day countdown began.

-

"Let me try!" Jimin begged, reaching across the table. He had sat with Jungkook all night, long after everyone went to bed. He knew how Jungkook was, though; he wouldn't go to sleep until it was perfect. One of your videos played in the background, which made their heart rate jump as you ran across a highway, stopping at the median to pick up a small tabby. They talked for a bit as they watched, wondering if you kept it. Would they meet it if you did?

"Oh, now you want to bedazzle! You just want to be able to say you worked on it too." Jungkook retracted the bedazzling stick. This was your first impression of them, of their work, of who they are. It had to be perfect.

"Yes. Give it!"

"Too bad." Jungkook teased, putting the final stone in place. "It's done!"

Yoongi winced at his thoughts and the screen. You and the blonde, whom he noticed hadn't spoken on screen yet, were holding hands in the airport. You seemed to do all of the talking, while the other made sure everything went smoothly. He chuckled slightly as she handed you your passport from her own pocket behind the camera. Namjoon would enjoy the camaraderie of someone as forgetful as he is.

He hoped you would too. He hoped they would be worth everything to come.

-

You were late. Thirty-two minutes late to be exact. At 8:32, you were still in bed. You blew hair out of your face with a huff. Beefcake lumbered around the kitchen, crying for her routine breakfast. Uncharacteristically, you ignored her. You watched a text pop up on your screen, just what you were waiting for.

You laughed as you flung the covers over yourself. Beefcake was sitting in your doorway, shooting a demanding stare at you. You complied and hurried to the kitchen.

It didn't take you long to get ready. After years of perfecting your morning routine and understanding your sensory needs, it took 20 minutes to get out the door. You threw on a cotton tank and a pair of Abigail's old jorts, grabbing a sweater and your wallet on the way out.

She was already outside, sitting in her white Jeep on the gravel road that connected your house and hers. You slid into the passenger seat, feeling the song's bass shake you as you waved to her. She waved back, and you set off.

Abigail was your best friend. You think you'd call her a sister if you knew what having one felt like. Her blonde hair rustled in the wind, she refused to let her windows up in the summer, and you saw the small spot behind her ear where a cochlear implant used to be. You remember the last time she wore it, and the sounds of her slamming it at her parents' feet. She only wore her hair down after that. You blinked rapidly, being pulled out of thought by her waving hand near yours as she stopped at a red light.

Why did you actually talk about your soulmate on stream? she signed. She turned her head to continue driving, but you knew she was waiting for an answer through her peripheral vision. You sighed and turned your head away, attempting to ignore her.

She wiggled her hand into your view, then continued one-handedly. Abigail never spoke, but was never ignored. You haven't wanted to talk about it before. You didn't even want me to know. She peered at you from above her sunglasses quizzically.

You waited until she turned her head back to the road before signing. Her gaze was a pressure you didn't always need. I just- you paused, hands hanging in the air limply, I don't know.

You knew it wasn't the answer she was looking for, but she accepted it nonetheless. You both entered the Post Office, greeting the workers politely. Your routine meant you see the same people every week. There was only one other person there besides you and the staff, loitering to the side of the counter.

"Hi, (Y/N)!" the lady behind the counter grinned, giving Abbi a wave beside you. She nodded to her coworker, who began walking a large bin around the side to you.

"Hi, Mrs. Reeta. How has your week been?" you asked. This conversation was the same every week, and you loved it. Though your face likely didn't show it. She smiled, "Great, honey." She waved the man over from the side. "You actually have a special delivery this week. It had to be delivered and signed for in person!" She giggled, shimmying her shoulders as the man handed a clipboard to you. You signed, quickly handing it back.

"This should be good!" Mrs. Reeta said, tapping an acrylic nail against the counter. "He's been waiting since we opened."

You looked at the man, watching as he bowed nervously and promptly speedwalked out of the glass doors. Abigail shot you a long look that you returned. You smiled your best smile, one you practiced many times on Abigail as kids. "Thank you, i'll have to let you know what it is next week."

You turned on your heels and almost matched the speed walk before you. "You do that, Honey!" Mrs. Reeta called after you.

Abigail slammed her door shut, turning to look at you with ferocity. I told you! she pointed at the box in your lap. The rest of the packages were slung into the back, unimportant compared to this one.

A black matte box sat heavily in your lap. Two glossy, vertical trapeoids stared back at you. What is this logo? You signed, not looking at Abbi. You didn't want to see the answer. You peeked one eye open nonetheless, bracing for impact.

BTS.

-

"She received it," Sejin confirmed as he stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

Namjoon sighed, relief rushing over him. He took over communication with Sejin this morning, letting his other soulmates relax for the first time in 24 hours. He had seen pacing, eyes glued to phones all playing a certain YouTube channel, bickering, and bristling nerves as they all waited.

"You gave her an ADA seat?"

"Yes."

"Everything was included?"

"Yes."

"The note too?"

"Yes, Namjoon." Sejin assured, watching as Namjoon craned his neck back. "Don't worry, everything will work out. I know it."

"How do you know?" Namjoon whispered. "This isn't a life most people can handle."

"If she's meant for you, there will always be a way for it to work."

-

"I don't want to film this." You gestured. All of the other boxes were opened, filmed, and ready to be edited. Abigail looked up from a box, fishing makeup from the bottom and tucking it to the side.

The black box was staring at you, large and menacing. All of the other boxes were strewn around you on the floor, tossed aside in preparation for this one. Abbi scooted closer, staring down with you.

"Don't. If this is what I think it is, then it's meant for you. Only you." She pointed at you for emphasis.

You nodded. "You're right." With a deep breath, you pulled the lid off.

Purple tissue paper greeted you, blocking the contents from view. A small, white card sat on top.

Dear (Y/N),

Your advocacy and continued support for the Autism community, as well as your openness in sharing your experiences as a member of that community, have deeply moved our staff. We are committed to advancing acceptance and education within the broader public, and it is our understanding that these goals are shared between you and our organization. It is with utmost pleasure that BigHit Entertainment invites you to the opening night of BTS's upcoming tour. Please find your tickets, flight, and hotel confirmations within this package. Should you choose to use the optional second concert and flight ticket for a companion, please have them arrive with the enclosed Non-Disclosure Agreement (NDA) signed.

You immediately thrust the note into Abigail's hands and pulled the purple tissue paper back. Staring up at you was a pair of headphones. You gasped, pulling them out. You knew these. A recently released pair of noise-canceling headphones, said to be the best on the market. Before you could focus more on them, a glimmer caught your eye.

You grabbed at the item and stared as it came into view. A purple, bedazzled ARMY Bomb. The purple rhinestones stung at your palm, an uneasy texture. You turned to Abbi, watching her comprehend the note. Once she looked up, you handed the purple stick over. "You can use this at the concert."

She ignored the ARMY bomb, pushing it to the side to look at you. She pointed, handing you the card again. It was flipped to the back.

In messy handwriting, it read, "Can't Wait," With seven signatures below.

-

Seven tense men funneled backstage. Thirty minutes till showtime. Jimin leaned back in his seat, watching the room. Taehyung and Jungkook sat close, talking low as their knees touched. Jimin scoffed, remembering their impromptu bet over rhinestones. Hoseok and Yoongi stood in front of the mirror, discussing footwork. Hoseok pointed, then manually adjusted Yoongi. Jin leaned over the back of the couch, watching over Namjoon's shoulder at his phone screen.

Jimin leaned forward, suddenly curious. "Hyung-"

Namjoon shut his phone off and shot off the couch. "She's here!" The room stilled. He gulped, looking them each in the eye. "She was just escorted to her seat, and she knows she's meeting us after."

They all nodded.

Namjoon waited for them to file out of the room in front of him, then he took a deep breath.

"Hyung"

He turned, seeing Jungkook in the door frame.

"Yes?"

"Does she know?"

Namjoon sighed, pulling Jungkook in for a hug. He felt the tightness in Jungkook's shoulders. "I don't know." The tenseness stayed, maybe even tightened more. He usually knew.

-

Please put it on! I packed it for you!

I can't. It'll show my soulmark.

That's the point!

Abigail rolled her eyes, thrusting the shirt at you. Her hands were quick, fast-paced as she reasoned with you. You talked about your soulmate for a reason. Show some of the mark! Maybe they'll recognize it. They could help you find your soulmate. She threw her hands down once you took the hanger, like she had argued that the sky was blue.

Ok, Ok. I'll wear it. You acquiesced.

She clapped, jumping onto the hotel bed with joy. You turned, walking into the bathroom to change. Abbi beamed; tonight, her best friend was meeting her soulmate. She was sure of it.

-

The Arena was bristling with energy. So was Abbi. She loved the bass in the songs and the flashing lights most concerts seemed to have, and kept tapping you, pointing to the different costumes.

You nodded along absentmindedly. The noise was astounding. It was already warm, and you knew it would get hot as the evening progressed. You pulled the headphones on, seeking some comfort. Abbi caught this in her peripheral and turned to you.

If you need to leave, just tell me. We can handle it.

You smiled back at her and nodded.

Abbi remembered a few of your meltdowns from the past year. Though they were few and far between, they were intense when they broke through your thick barrier of accommodations. Crying, yelling at nothing in particular, pulling at yourself in any which way that soothed. Even if it was to your detriment. They even disregulated her the first time she saw one. After the first few years, when you finally let her touch you, she took over helping you through them. She still did it even now, and she'd do it as long as she needed to. She turned back to the stage as the lights dimmed, wondering if your soulmate could do the same.

You saw the lights dim and heard the crowds' subdued roar through your headphones. Army Bombs lit up across a black sea as seven figures rose from a platform beneath the stage. An electric feeling crackled across the crowd, screams growing even louder. The men turned, looking to the crowd, and the concert began.

"We are BTS!"

You felt the electricity across your skin.

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