: change of plans. y/n's roommate is um, weird and i don't like the vibe she gives off so we'll have to go out for dinner.

: :)

: don't think that because we're going out you're going to escape making dinner.

: :(

: is she that weird?

: yeah

: aw, i wanted to visit y/n's :((

: i'll let you guys visit when she's not home. but that'll be hard because she's almost always home 🧍‍♀️

: it's okay, let's just decide where we're going out.

: nothing fancy, i'm too lazy to get dressed

: agreed

: agreed

: i agree

: but i wanted to dress up :(

: you can dress up the next time

: we can go out to this restaurant that opened not too far from our place? i checked it out the other day and it's nothing too fancy so we can go in casual clothes.

: what time should we meet up? 👀

: how about eight?

: yeah, eight should be fine

: okay, is everyone okay with eight?

: yeah

: ye

: yup

: yeaaa

: yea

: eight it is

: i'll send y'all the location then 😩

. . .

"You know, we still have an hour and thirty minutes before we have to go. What should we do?" Jimin asked, turning off his phone and throwing it somewhere on the bed behind him.

"I want to hear about y/n's day. How did you spend your day?" "Mostly uneventful. I bought some new supplies, and then I visited another cafe to sketch and draw random things that caught my attention."

"What about your date with what was his name again, Minnie?" "I think it was Haru." "Oh yeah, with Haru."

"You just reminded me. Haru found his soulmate today, so I spent the majority of time with him listening to him talk about Seung," you said, taking a seat next to Jimin.

"Seung who now?" "Seungmin, my friend, the owner of the book cafe, and now Haru's soulmate. Namjoon's met him," the males hummed in response.

"What did you two do? I don't remember you guys telling us during breakfast."

"Oh, after you left, I decided to work on my app. It's for an assignment, but anyway. Jimin came and asked me if I could take photos of him. What were those photos for again, baby?"

"Nothing serious, I was just feeling pretty, and I needed someone to capture my beauty."

"You looked pretty too," Taehyung mumbled, and Jimin flashed him a smile. "Thanks, love."

"Do you have the pictures with you or anything like that? I wanna see."

"I don't know, ask Tae. He's the one who did all the photo-taking." You turned your body to face Taehyung. "Do you?" "Yeah, I took a few on my phone," Taehyung handed you his phone.

"It's locked," you frowned. "The password is your initials, love." "Really?" "Mhm. I made them my password to help remind me that we still needed you. Not that I'd forget, but yeah."

"You guys must've waited long, huh?" "Yeah, we kinda did. The initials appeared on our wrists when we turned eighteen. I'm almost twenty-five now. I had been with everyone else when I turned twenty-two. Jungkook and I were already together before we knew we were soulmates, so I didn't wait long for him. When Namjoon found us, I was twenty, and Jungkook was nineteen. He was already with Jimin, Yoongi and Jin. Then I found Hobi or more like he found me when I was twenty-one."

Taehyung explained. "So it took me two years to find all of the boys, and it took me seven to find you."

[ : i didn't use bts' really birthday years, so jin is a bit younger than twenty-nine *and yoongi* / you will find out their ages along the way]

Your eyes widened in shock. You never really took the time to calculate how much time the boys could've spent looking for you. You didn't even realise how long you waited to find them as well. It's been five years since their initials appeared on your wrist.

Jimin shifted closer to you and rested his head on your shoulder. "Yeah, seven years is a lot. But it was worth the wait. I'm so happy you're with us now. So happy that I finally get to refer to you a y/n and not as the initials on my wrist."

"So before Jungkook met me, you guys were just referring to me as my initials?" Taehyung hummed in response. "Yeah. We didn't know your name, so we'd talk about you like: 'I can't wait to find y/i/ [your initials]' 'do you think we'll ever be able to find y/i?' Sometimes we'd just refer to you as our missing piece."

"Missing piece?" "Yeah, we're a puzzle with eight pieces, and without you, right now, our puzzle would still be incomplete," Jimin said, lifting his head.

"y/n?" "hm?" you asked, turning to face him. "I like like you. I like you a lot too. We all do." He told you, bringing his face closer to yours.

You smiled before pecking his lips. "I like you guys a lot too."

-

"It's nothing fancy. I don't get why you guys are so persistent on doing my hair and makeup," you huffed, staring at your soulmates through the mirror.

"We know, but I wanna style your hair," Jimin said, gently massaging your scalp. "And I wanna do your make up. I realised you don't seem to wear any." Taehyung said, turning your chair to make it face him. He leaned forward, bringing the brush to your face.

"And is that a problem?" He shook his head. "No, not at all. You look beautiful either way, love. I just want to see how a little make up looks on you, that's all." You closed your eyes and hummed in response as Taehyung put on some eye shadow.

"I'm not going to put a lot since you don't need it. Plus, I'm going for a natural look since it's nothing special."

"I'm using styling your hair as an excuse to play with it," Jimin said, giggling. "You know what? I'm going to pick out an outfit for you."

"Why are we suddenly playing dress-up?" You huffed, crossing your arms. "Let us be, please? The boys don't do their make up often. We dress them up sometimes, and we rarely get to do their makeup. We're kind of bored just doing each other, so please let us, hm?" Jimin asked, opening your closet, and you let out a sigh.

It's not like you could say no. Taehyung was already working on your eyes.

"Fine, but I have a horrible sense of fashion, so good luck finding something." "Don't worry, sweetheart, Tae and I have got this under control."

And they did. Taehyung worked with your face while Jimin worked with your hair and put an outfit together. With the help of Taehyung.

"Can we turn around now?"

"I don't get why we're looking away. It's not like you're completely naked." "Yeah, but I don't want you to see me in my underwear." "Why? Do you think we won't find you sexy because you're in pastel pink panties? Well, let me tell you. Taehyung and I fuc-"

Taehyung slapped his hand over Jimin's mouth. "Ignore him, y/n. Tell us when you're ready." "And you better keep your mouth shut," he whispered-yelled at Jimin, who rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you guys can look now." Jimin was quick to turn around. "My oh my, look at the masterpiece we've created, my love."

Taehyung walked up to you and gently raised your hand. "Why don't you give us a three-sixty, sweetheart?" You giggled as Taehyung gently spun you around.

"You look beautiful, y/n," Jimin said, taking you from Taehyung and sliding a hand around your waist. "Is it because you put me in one of your shirts?" you asked, raising your brows. "No, not at all. The shirt plays a big part in the entire fit, but personally, I think you'd look better withou-"

"y/n, it seems like you have more visitors," Chaewon said, knocking on your door, and Jimin let out a groan.

"Bitch ruined my moment."