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A very awesome 2020 to you all!!!!

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January 08, 2020

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You lie on the sofa in the Bangtan dorm, glancing at your phone to check the time.

Their flight landed an hour ago.

Your hand trembles.

How long has it been since the last Healing?

Four days?

Your vision swims a little, and you close your eyes.

You drift in the grey place between sleep and awake...

You jerk awake

when there's a mess of voices

and then the front door is beeping open.

Jin and Jimin appear from the hallway first,

their eyes widening as they see you collapsed on the sofa,

face pale and shivering.

You summon the strength to lift your head.

Jungkook stumbles past the door frame, and Hoseok is under Jungkook's shoulder,

propping him up, trying to keep him from tripping.

Jimin turns back to call " She's here, Jungkook."

Between the other guys, they manage Jungkook into the living room.

He slides to the floor as soon as he reaches the sofa.

You roll off the sofa and drop down to the floor, more than a little pathetic as you crawl two steps toward him,

and he reaches out to pull you into him,

into an embrace.

His breath is shaky

and his shoulders are limp,

his back bent.

The golden warmth takes your breath away.

Everyone else fades into the background,

even Taehyung making catcalls didn't bother you.

"I literally get weak in the knees without you," Jungkook tries to give you a tiny smile.

And something,

something pulls at the back of your mind, even as you are fading into him.

"Yoon- Yoongi."

You don't know what makes you decide on Yoongi, but you do.

Just unslinging a backpack from his shoulder,

Yoongi turns to you, his eyebrow raised.

"There was someone... filming.

Definitely saw my face," you tell him.

Your words are a slur, you're fading so quick.

"What?" Yoongi's eyes narrow instantly,

and he's grabbing at Namjoon's elbow,

pulling him down to the floor where you are.

"Some guys... were waiting, outside the apartment.

They filmed me coming in," you murmur.

Jungkook stiffens around you.

"What?" he growls.

"I'll call our manager," Yoongi says, standing already, pulling out his phone.

He walks toward his room.

"Come on, Namjoon."

Namjoon nods and follows,

but you can't miss the way he turns back to stare at you and Jungkook,

his feet carrying him away,

but his gaze lingering on the two of you.

You give him what you hope is a reassuring smile.

Namjoon nods at you as he leaves.

But the moment he thinks you stopped looking at him,

his face becomes a whirlwind of agony

and sadness

and confusion.

You would wonder about that later,

later, when you weren't about to black out.

Jungkook pulls you hard into his chest, gritting his teeth.

Your face stings from how hard he is pressing you,

but you are limp against him, broken from exhaustion.

Blurring into the Healing.

"I'm so sorry. I should have been wearing a mask like I was told,"

you whisper into his jacket.

Jungkook's voice is quiet.

"I'm just glad you're OK.

I swear I would kill them, I will kill them if they touch you."

There's a dark sinister edge to his words, and you look up.

He finds the strength somewhere to pull himself up onto the sofa,

and you with him,

as he leans back into the cushions,

laying you down against his chest.

Hoseok appears from Jungkook's bedroom with a blanket and two pillows,

offering them to you both,

and you only find the strength to say,

"Thank..."

before you succumb to sleep.

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Namjoon rips his eyes off of the maknae and his Soulmate.

The two of them collapsed in the living room,

holding onto each other for literally their lives.

They were so vulnerable without each other.

Yet they didn't seem to want it any other way.

He sighs to himself as he trails after Yoongi,

the older guy's voice low yet cutting on the phone.

Dropping down onto the sofa in the bedroom, he tries to focus on the conversation Yoongi is clearly having with their manager.

But he can't get the image of Jungkook and his Soulmate out of his mind.

His mind drifts.

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The seat belt sign turns off.

Immediately there is an eruption of seat belt clicks and shuffling as everyone stands for their luggage.

Namjoon pulls out his backpack from the overhead compartment,

and as he's waiting for the airplane doors to open,

he turns to look at Aura one last time.

She is struggling to grab her purse out from under the seat in front of her.

It's gotten wedged in the foot space and her hands are so stiff from her injuries that she can't pull it out by force.

Namjoon takes two large steps,

bends down,

reaching his long arm into the gap to grab her purse for her.

He's quick about it, to minimize the awkwardness.

His shoulder slams into her face.

"Ommmff!!" she gasps, clutching a hand over her nose and wheeling back.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!"

He wants to grab her by her shoulders, but she's fallen back into her seat.

"Omo," sighs Jin, from the front seat.

Namjoon turns to glare at him.

"It's, it's okay," she whimpers, looking up with shock as she recovers.

"I'm really sorry. I'm so clumsy," Namjoon apologizes again.

"Well, at least, let me get your purse."

His fingers close around the chain strap and he realizes that the purse is indeed a bit stuck.

He pulls harder.

Something snaps.

The entire chain whips

up,

broken,

lashing through the air in front of his face,

and slashes him across his cheek.

"Ouch!" He jerks back,

clutching his face in one hand and the snapped chain in the other hand.

He's ripped the strap off the purse.

He turns slowly... letting his horror show in his expression.

And she's just as speechless as he is, her mouth open as she stares at him...

That he has managed to beat her up,

then destroy her purse,

and then beat himself up...

all within 10 seconds.

Namjoon knows he is cursed.

But then she giggles.

And it's the cutest sound,

something colorful and soft coming from her cherry lips,

a graceful curve in her jawline

melting the coldness of her piercing gaze

as she laughs.

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Namjoon opens his eyes to Yoongi's tilted head.

"Namjoon."

He has hung up the phone.

"You weren't listening?" Yoongi's eyes are narrowed.

"Uh, no, sorry hyung," Namjoon takes a deep breath.

He pulls his own cellphone out of his pocket, opening up his emails.

"I said the manager and PR are going to talk about Jungkook's situation and figure something out by tomorrow," Yoongi drawls.

"Yeah, OK," Namjoon nods.

His finger hesitates over an email in his inbox,

the one from the sender:

aura0570.

The one he had sent himself,

from her phone.

He finally taps it,

even as he can feel Yoongi silently watching him.

He takes another deep breath as he hits Reply.

Do you want to meet again?

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He can hear his Soulmate stir as he slips on his jacket.

She opens her eyes, groggy with sleep.

Jungkook sits down, trying to look calm.

"Did you sleep well?" he asks gently.

She smiles and nods.

They had Healed for 11 hours.

"You're dressed. Have to go to work?" she sits up and starts to get out of bed.

Jungkook frowns. She still looks tired.

"Yeah, but you should just stay here.

Rest here, work here if you want. I'll be back tonight."

She shrugs.

"Okay, I have my laptop here anyway."

And then she stops to study him,

to study his face and his expression

because Jungkook was never any good at hiding his feelings.

Despite his relaxed demeanor, she catches on to him.

"Are you okay?" she asks quietly.

Jungkook doesn't say.

Maybe he had been subconsciously thinking,

or even dreaming about it.

Maybe it had haunted him the entire time he was sleeping.

But the moment Jungkook woke,

his breathing had been even.

Deep, even breaths.

His brain woke him focused and calm.

Narrowed to a single purpose.

He woke to the reality that some idiots

had tried to camp his apartment

and harass his girl.

Jungkook exhales, leaning sideways.

"I will be, after today."

It's like they forgot that he is Jeon Jungkook.

The boy who left home at the age of 14

to carve a path of sweat and blood in the world for himself.

It's like they didn't know

that he is the guy who held the weight of millions of stares

on his shoulders

with his spine straight

with his unrelenting force

They forgot

and they thought they could mess with

his girl.

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