Thank you all so much for your adorable comments.

I feel so lucky to have you as my readers.

Whenever I feel stuck, I read all the wonderful things you all write for me and I feel motivated again.

On that topic, I'm making Soulmate Bonded a series, branching out to other BTS members.

I'll start with the most requested.

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"Hi," he says.

"I'm Soobin!"

He is endearing and cute,

his large eyes bright,

an eager-to-please grin on his face.

You couldn't help but relax.

"Hi, Soobin," you smile back.

"I work at Bighit too. I am with the group Tomorrow By Together!"

He turns, beckoning at another boy who comes around the corner.

"Beomgyu-ah, come say hi to noona."

The other boy runs over, bobbing sweetly and giving you a bow from the waist as he runs.

You definitely spend a moment concerned as he weaves around a table, his head lowered and still running forward blindly.

Yep, his shin hits the table, and he gives a muffled "mmmfff" of pain.

"Noona, this is Beomgyu, he is my band member."

Soobin wraps his arm around Beomgyu's shoulder.

"This noona here... she is.... Jungkook hyung's... uh, hyung's..." Soobin stutters, glancing at you as his ears go red.

"I'm his Soulmate. It's okay, you can say it," you smile, hoping you look gracious instead of mortified.

"The manager-nims just told us," Soobin says shyly.

"We don't have any other Soulmates at Bighit," Beomgyu says, his hand gripping his shin.

"Hyung?" comes another voice.

"Huening Kai!" Soobin turns to the new boy and waves at him to join.

"This is our maknae," he tells you.

"Annyeonghaseyo," Huening Kai chirps, bowing.

And you wish they'd all stop bowing while running because Huening Kai also dangerously misses the coffee table where Beomgyu just hurt himself.

"This is Jungkook hyung's soulmate," Soobin says, smoother this time, though he still peeks at you carefully.

"Ah! Soulmate!" Huening Kai claps his hands together romantically.

"What is it like, having a soulmate?"

He edges himself onto the sofa beside you, tilting his head like he was waiting for a story.

And with that, Beomgyu also sits down cross-legged on the rug, although Soobin stayed standing.

They all look to you.

"Um..." You blush a little, but their earnest expressions make you put down your tablet and try to give them something.

"It took me a lot of getting used to. I'm still learning, in fact."

"Is it scary?" blurts Kai.

Soobin shoots him a look of disapproval.

"Actually... sometimes, yes. You become dependent on each other," you admit, looking down at your hands.

"It sounds really sweet, though," Beomgyu says quietly. "If you are tired... after a day of work... and waiting for you... there is someone you know is meant for you. You don't have to talk if you don't want to. You just sit together, Heal each other. Support, communication, without having to talk."

Kai nods ferverently.

"It sounds like so much fun! And everything you do can be made better, if you also touch at the same time. Right, noona?"

They all look at you again.

Unbidden comes the memory of eating while Healing with Jungkook.

It had felt like you were floating in a current of warmth and you couldn't even be sure it was real.

"Well... yeah, it's good, but it can almost be distracting... because Healing feel-feels... too, too... good," you start to stammer as Soobin's starts to smirk. "What?"

Soobin grins slyly.

"Does Jungkook hyung know this?"

"Know what?" Kai looks back and forth between you and Soobin.

You flush red from your neck to your forehead.

"That Jungkook hyung makes her feel too g-" Soobin laughs as you wave your hands frantically over his mouth.

"Shhhh---- " You shush him so sharply that you tip forward, almost falling off the sofa.

Soobin laughs as he catches your arm and saves you from landing on your face.

Beomgyu smiles shyly, covering his eyes with his hands like he was suffering from third hand embarrassment.

"What are you guys talking about..." Kai frowns and continues, after clearly not understanding the conversation.

"I can't wait to find my soulmate. Very few people do, I hope I can find mine."

And he looks genuinely distressed as he throws his head back.

"You can't rush it, Kai. It takes time," Beomgyu says, patting Kai's knee.

"You know, Huening Kai... you touch a lot of people at your fan meets, right?" you ask him.

Kai nods his head horizontally.

"The more fan meets you have, the more girls you shake hands with, the higher your chances of finding your soulmate. You have high chances," you nod encouragingly.

"You think so?" He sits back up again, blinking slowly.

"You'll never find her if you don't try. I only touched Jungkook's hand because I was at his concert. Otherwise we'd never have met."

"Really?" Kai's eyes widen.

"Yes!"

"But you and Jungkook hyung are the only soulmates I know of. It's so rare," Kai pouts.

"Well then lucky you. I can answer your questions and I can help you," you grin.

Kai cracks a small smile finally.

He reaches over and carefully touches fingers with you.

"Thank you, noona."

Jungkook steps to the beat, looking at himself in the mirror to make sure he's kicking high enough.

He tries not to pay too much attention to his soulmate, who is lounging on the sofa in the corner, hugging her laptop.

Sometimes he glances at her through the mirror, but he keeps it quick, in case she is looking at him too.

But she almost never is.

That's good, he tries to tell himself.

That way you can concentrate on your work, and she can concentrate on hers.

Things have been awkward for a few days, but they seemed better now.

Ever since Mira said she had a talk with her, things seemed to be smoothed over.

Jungkook was never good with words anyway.

He would probably just make it worse.

He peeked at her again, and saw her staring across the room.

Jungkook looks in the same direction to see Taehyung.

Taehyung is flipping his hair back in slow motion, grinning at RM.

Jungkook misses a step in the choreography.

He checks Jhope's face by reflex, and sure enough, Jhope is frowning and watching Jungkook closely.

"Jungkook-ah," Jhope says.

"I got it," Jungkook answers.

Despite witnessing her oogling at Taehyung, Jungkook takes a deep breath, caps a lid on his anger and .

At least she was texting Jungkook nowadays.

He doesn't know how to explain it.

But that changes everything for him.

That every day, he learned something new about her.

That now, his phone buzzes with texts from her more often than Taehyung's does.

Even though sometimes Taehyung still laughs and shows Jungkook a meme that Soulmate sent Taehyung... for some reason Jungkook is able to laugh at the memes now too.

Now that he had texts of his own from her.

He felt peaceful most days.

They were moving slowly, but still moving forward.

Jungkook was satisfied.

But if he was going to find something, one thing... that was off...

It would be that the air was still a bit iffy since he had pushed Taehyung into the wall.

Neither Taehyung nor his soulmate understood it, that much was clear. They both occasionally cast him fearful looks when he stood up too fast, or lifted his arm to grab something...

Yes, if Jungkook had to be honest, he didn't like that.

But at the same time, he knew exactly where they were coming from.

He was trying to control it better.

And now when he leaned with soulmate to heal, they chatted sometimes.

About his upcoming Bangtan events, about her favorite songs, about his uncomfortable shoes...

And that made Jungkook less angry about Taehyung too.

Your stomach grumbles.

You look up from your laptop, stretching out the stiffness in your neck.

You scan the studio.

Jungkook was dancing with Jhope and Jimin.

If you're honest, it's hard for you to watch Jungkook dance and refrain from gawking.

The three dance line guys are each graceful and strong in completely different ways as they pump out the same moves.

But something about Jungkook just grabs your eye and refuses to let go.

One time you even caught yourself gaping at him with your mouth open.

He had been rehearsing the Baepsae choreography that time, and you'd since then learned that .

It was so embarrassing.

You force yourself to tear your eyes off of Jungkook by turning your headway.

Jesus, it was getting harder and harder to control your inner fangirl day.

You spot Taehyung across the room, eating a cup of ramen.

The smell drifts across the space to you.

Your stomach whines again.

Your mouth waters.

You watch him as he slurps the noodles.

You're so hungry.

Why didn't you bring a granola bar today?

Taehyung's ramen looks delicious, steaming from his chopsticks.

Surely after all those years you shared your kimbap with him, you could ask for a bite of ramen now?

No, no, you chide yourself.

He still has dance practice after he eats. He needs the energy.

You can't steal his food.

Taehyung is oblivious to your longing as he laughs and talks with Namjoon... but you can't help but stare at him, salivating, as he eats the entire thing.

"Jungkook-ah," comes Jhope's voice.

You look toward them, and you see Jungkook watching Jhope in the mirror, serious and concentrated.

"I got it," Jungkook says.

You sure do, you think, as the bottom hem of his shirt flips up for a half second as he raises his arms.

You look away before you can blush.

Just in time to save you from yourself, the door to the studio swings open.

Manager Sejin walks in.

He smiles quickly at the boys as he scans the room...

His eyes land on you.

You sit up a little straighter.

To your surprise, he heads straight at you.

"Hi," he calls loudly, over the music.

"H-hello," you answer.

"You know they're practising for a concert right? The concert is tomorrow!"

Sejin plops down on the sofa beside you.

All misgivings about the binder of rules seems to be gone.

You wonder how Jungkook handled it.

"Yeah, it took them a long time to put the tape down, and it looks great," you point at the coloured tape on the floor.

"It really helps them get to know the actual stage they will be on. But I was wanting to talk to you about that.

Would you mind healing with Jungkook before and after the concert?

I was thinking, since so many fans and crew will be there... it might be safer if you didn't go to the concert itself."

Sejin shrugs.

You see Jungkook watching the two of you suspiciously.

He's looking through the mirror at your reflections.

He hasn't turned around to face you.

He stands stark still, refusing to move with Jhope and Jimin.

He's staring plainly, his eyebrows drawn in displeasure.

You nod quickly at Manager Sejin.

Of course it would be safer for Jungkook and Bangtan if his soulmate wasn't a liability at his concert.

"Yes, that will be fine," you answer, trying to end the conversation before Jungkook got more annoyed somehow.

"That is perfect," Sejin says, smiling and standing up.

"Hwaiting, guys!" he yells at Bangtan as he leaves.

Jungkook doesn't even wait for the door to fully close before he's crossing the studio, his strides long and powerful as he looms over you.

"What did Sejin hyung say to you?" he demands, his eyes narrowed.

"Nothing bad, Jungkook. He's worried that... I'd be too tired. So he said I don't have to be there at you concert tomorrow. I can wait for you here, and do my own work."

You try to make it sound as kind as possible, even though you yourself was a little concerned.

What if Jungkook got too tired during the concert and you weren't there to heal him?

You'll just have to make sure you did heal plenty before he leaves.

"Is that all?" Jungkook shifts his weight, his eyes still sharp.

"Yes."

You make yourself laugh, as though he was being ridiculous.

"If he... if Sejin hyung tries to sell you anything about the company, or rules, or tries to make you change anything, you tell me," Jungkook insists.

"I will, I promise."

He lowers his eyes.

"So... you don't want to come to the concert?"

You're stunned.

How can Jeon Jungkook be bossy and aggressive one moment, and confusing and complicated the next, and then...

So damn adorable?

You first reaction is to pull him close and stroke his hair like you might a puppy, while cooing "Of COURSE I want to watch your concert..."

But instead, you think about what might happen if his fans did realize who you are.

You take a breath.

"I'm sorry, I'm just really behind on work. Is it alright if we catch up afterwards?"

You are genuinely sorry, and you let that show in your voice and on your face.

He is silent for a moment.

Then he nods agreeably, looking for all the world pacified, .

Soft and fluffy.

He's so freakin sweet that your heart squeezes.

"I'd really like to hear about it when you come back," you add, only because you're whipped.

He grins at your obvious effort to reach out to him.

And then, in the blink of an eye, he's switched again.

He gives you the most complicated, tiny smile.

"You'd really like it, hey?"

You blush.

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