Only When It's Too Late
"Yoongi pushed him off weakly and looked into his eyes. It took him a while, but he soon realised that they weren't Seokjin's."
pairing: Suga/Jin
rating: PG15
genre: angst / au where there is a clear indication when soulmates meet
length: oneshot (1.7K)
warning(s) - highlight to view: alcohol usage, implication of drinking and driving
author's note: based on this
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. It's a beautiful phenomena, of which is very hard to find videos of on Youtube since nobody's ever ready with a decent filming device when it happens.
A glow would surface, from the depths of one's heart when they meet their soulmate. Most of the time, it would be reciprocated in both parties.
Yoongi has never felt it, and he's remorseful when he sees it in Seokjin. He's never told him he sees it, because he doesn't know if he's ready to see Seokjin sad.
In a sense, Yoongi guesses he's selfish. He felt pride when Seokjin's chest glowed in the dark of the room and they're panting atop each other.
It's been a while since. The only time they ever meet each other is late night, at times too late for a person to be awake. Seokjin would get mad when Yoongi's touch lingers a bit too long; he knows it's just late night lust. But still, he goes with it, because it's the only time Yoongi stays long enough from work.
Yoongi sat lifelessly on the single sofa when Seokjin entered scene. He had gone off to get them a pack of beer cans, and handed one over as he himself took a seat across Yoongi.
They sat in silence, sipping beer for what seemed like 3 minutes, until Yoongi voiced, "It's up to you if you wanna break up."
Seokjin had been rejoicing in what he thought had been comfortable silence between them, and so that took him by surprise. "What?"
Yoongi's eyes were glued to his beer can, as if he truly did not care or as if he felt too sorry towards Seokjin. He couldn't tell which it was, at the moment.
"I don't care, just do whatever you want."
Seokjin had stopped drinking a long time ago, too shocked to do anything. He stood up, his expression furious, and walked away with no reply whatsoever. Yoongi sighed and chugged down his can of beer.
He met Yoongi again the next evening in a nearby supermarket. In his hold was a basket empty except for a pack of mandarins and a carton of milk.
Seokjin called for him, which was responded with a surprised look as Yoongi turned to face him. Before he had the chance to say anything, a girl in her early 20s had exclaimed "Yoongi!" from down the dairy aisle they stood in.
The girl looked ridiculous: raunchy dress, hastily dyed maroon hair, topped off with obnoxious yellow nails.
His eyes widened slightly, and his lips were pulled apart as if he had something to say. It was barely visible, but Seokjin knew Yoongi well. He seemed to be caught in his act as the girl continued to slowly approach them.
"Hi," she foxily greeted Seokjin and to Yoongi, she asked, "Who is he, oppa?"
Put in the spot, Yoongi stuttered before saying, "A friend." Seokjin's nails dug into his palm as a fake smile made its way onto his expression. She gleefully offered a hand, of which he was tempted to break right then and there.
Several days later, Seokjin caught Yoongi on the street. It was facetious how they lived next to each other yet they never seemed to meet.
"What the fuck do you mean 'friend'?" was the first thing that came out of Seokjin.
Yoongi knowingly sighed; he's read the messages Seokjin sent him but never seemed to be bothered enough to reply. "Look, it's not like we're anything anymore, right?"
"Who was that slut? Is that what you're leaving me for?" Seokjin sarcastically chuckled.
"She's just someone from work, hyung."
"Right," Seokjin venomously spat. "Just someone from work. Everything's from work. Nothing's not from work for you."
"Can't you understand work's more important right now?!" Yoongi is scary when he's upset. Not because of how he showed his anger, but rather the opposite. His expression would stay constant throughout the argument.
Seokjin eyed the man standing in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder if this really was the same Yoongi who had nervously inched closer towards him to ask him out for a date.
"Nothing's waiting for me at home, anyway!" Yoongi shouted. "I used to screw around at work 'cause I knew you would be smiling behind that door, welcoming me home. Now?"
A moment of silence lingered, he had never shouted at Seokjin before. He's seen and heard Yoongi shout at Hoseok and Taehyung, perhaps towards his other friends as well beyond closed doors, but never to Seokjin.
"Let's just end this. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm sick of it," Yoongi added.
A painful pang surfaced in Seokjin.
No, he wanted to say.
Stay. Please, he silently begged, hoping Yoongi would hear. As always, he never did.
Don't leave me, not like this, but with his words caught in his throat, Seokjin could only helplessly watch Yoongi as he walked away.
--
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. It was blatantly obvious they liked each other on first sight, and when Seokjin found the courage to scoot on over closer towards him, he felt heart burn. Something similar to when you've eaten too much of your birthday cake and it even reaches your chest area.
He saw what he's only seen in pixelated videos, happening to Namjoon. The director of the drama he's casted in, had his chest glowing through his black graphic tee. They looked at each other, bewildered with wide smiles and as Seokjin looked down towards his own thorax, he realised why Namjoon was smiling.
Amidst the excited, hushed whispers of everyone around them, amidst the "Ohmygod"s from their fellow staff members, Seokjin heard a shy and faint "Hi," from the director.
So this is what it feels like to meet your soulmate, Seokjin noted in his mind as he exchanged another measly opening to a conversation.
--
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. Yoongi's tried, in all honesty. He's tried and tried, fucked his way through both men and women, but he's never felt the same as when he had Seokjin by his side. It just never was the same.
He found it annoying when one of the girls he slept with resembled Seokjin in the way she told him how she felt. He found it annoying when one of the boys he temporarily dated mirrored Seokjin in the way he sat. He found it annoying that everything reminded him of Seokjin. He missed him, maybe even regretted breaking it off with him.
But this was Yoongi, this was how he was. Always too egoistic to admit it.
But this was Yoongi, and he thought he was fine off.
Until he saw Seokjin with a random guy, happily walking down the street, arms annoyingly tangled into each other's. It was disgusting. That should be him.
He felt like throwing up.
They locked gazes. He didn't know how, since they were at least 200 meters away, but Seokjin's laugh turned into a frown and the guy he was with promptly asked why, clueless to everything. Yoongi knew it lasted 2 seconds at most, but he still ended up by the side of the road soon after, retching his dinner onto the pavement.
Blurred lines were all he saw, and there were girls with shrill voices around him on the packed dancefloor. The headache from the 6 tequilas he's chugged down was starting to take effect. Yoongi sluggishly made his way to an open space near the staircase at the back of the club and took a breather.
He mumbled a word or two to the guy who seemed to be there for a similar reason, not fully registering any conversations that has been happening for the past 2 hours. His judgment was cloudy, and the next thing he knew, the same guy he figured he was having an innocent bro-to-bro dialogue with was tongue deep into his mouth.
Yoongi pushed him off weakly and looked into his eyes. It took him a while, but he soon realised that they weren't Seokjin's.
He wanted Seokjin. Seokjin only.
He struggled to walk away. Like most drunk people on a weekday night, he's left to stagger around with nothing but his tears.
When people told him a drink would make him forget it all, he knew it was too good to be true. He knew all those movies lied when they used alcohol as an escape. Because it didn't work with Yoongi; it only made it worse.
Alcohol led him to stray thoughts, things like how Seokjin was doing lately, or who has been making him laugh. That laugh, an arrangement of harmonious melodies that beat all his favorite songs combined.
"I didn't fucking need this!" he shouted in vain, slamming the steering wheel as he abruptly clobbered on the brake. Honking from cars behind pulled Yoongi towards reality but this pain, this unbearable pain he feels in his chest pushed him into the horrible depths of his mind.
Depths that birthed his childhood monsters, depths that were the origin of this monster he's become, depths that are now back to haunt him.
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know, and Yoongi knows he fucked up. He fucked up bad.
--
Seokjin frowned for the entire day. His date with Namjoon turned unexpectedly wrong. Why did he have to see Yoongi again?
Out of all the days and all the places, it had to be then, didn't it?
He barely registered Namjoon saying, "Tell me what's wrong."
"Huh?" Seokjin panicked, thinking of a stupid excuse like 'My manager got me the wrong lunch meal' or something. "Oh, nothing," he concluded, cursing himself immediately once the words escaped his lips.
"But you're frowning like there's no tomorrow."
He sighed as a sign of defeat, knowing Namjoon is always capable of reading him. "It's just.. I met someone I didn't want to meet."
"Who was it?"
As he internalized his options of white lies like 'my old friend' or 'this one teacher I hated in high school,' Seokjin came to a realization.
That was the first time he's ever seen Yoongi's chest glow.
pairing: Suga/Jin
rating: PG15
genre: angst / au where there is a clear indication when soulmates meet
length: oneshot (1.7K)
warning(s) - highlight to view: alcohol usage, implication of drinking and driving
author's note: based on this
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. It's a beautiful phenomena, of which is very hard to find videos of on Youtube since nobody's ever ready with a decent filming device when it happens.
A glow would surface, from the depths of one's heart when they meet their soulmate. Most of the time, it would be reciprocated in both parties.
Yoongi has never felt it, and he's remorseful when he sees it in Seokjin. He's never told him he sees it, because he doesn't know if he's ready to see Seokjin sad.
In a sense, Yoongi guesses he's selfish. He felt pride when Seokjin's chest glowed in the dark of the room and they're panting atop each other.
It's been a while since. The only time they ever meet each other is late night, at times too late for a person to be awake. Seokjin would get mad when Yoongi's touch lingers a bit too long; he knows it's just late night lust. But still, he goes with it, because it's the only time Yoongi stays long enough from work.
Yoongi sat lifelessly on the single sofa when Seokjin entered scene. He had gone off to get them a pack of beer cans, and handed one over as he himself took a seat across Yoongi.
They sat in silence, sipping beer for what seemed like 3 minutes, until Yoongi voiced, "It's up to you if you wanna break up."
Seokjin had been rejoicing in what he thought had been comfortable silence between them, and so that took him by surprise. "What?"
Yoongi's eyes were glued to his beer can, as if he truly did not care or as if he felt too sorry towards Seokjin. He couldn't tell which it was, at the moment.
"I don't care, just do whatever you want."
Seokjin had stopped drinking a long time ago, too shocked to do anything. He stood up, his expression furious, and walked away with no reply whatsoever. Yoongi sighed and chugged down his can of beer.
He met Yoongi again the next evening in a nearby supermarket. In his hold was a basket empty except for a pack of mandarins and a carton of milk.
Seokjin called for him, which was responded with a surprised look as Yoongi turned to face him. Before he had the chance to say anything, a girl in her early 20s had exclaimed "Yoongi!" from down the dairy aisle they stood in.
The girl looked ridiculous: raunchy dress, hastily dyed maroon hair, topped off with obnoxious yellow nails.
His eyes widened slightly, and his lips were pulled apart as if he had something to say. It was barely visible, but Seokjin knew Yoongi well. He seemed to be caught in his act as the girl continued to slowly approach them.
"Hi," she foxily greeted Seokjin and to Yoongi, she asked, "Who is he, oppa?"
Put in the spot, Yoongi stuttered before saying, "A friend." Seokjin's nails dug into his palm as a fake smile made its way onto his expression. She gleefully offered a hand, of which he was tempted to break right then and there.
Several days later, Seokjin caught Yoongi on the street. It was facetious how they lived next to each other yet they never seemed to meet.
"What the fuck do you mean 'friend'?" was the first thing that came out of Seokjin.
Yoongi knowingly sighed; he's read the messages Seokjin sent him but never seemed to be bothered enough to reply. "Look, it's not like we're anything anymore, right?"
"Who was that slut? Is that what you're leaving me for?" Seokjin sarcastically chuckled.
"She's just someone from work, hyung."
"Right," Seokjin venomously spat. "Just someone from work. Everything's from work. Nothing's not from work for you."
"Can't you understand work's more important right now?!" Yoongi is scary when he's upset. Not because of how he showed his anger, but rather the opposite. His expression would stay constant throughout the argument.
Seokjin eyed the man standing in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder if this really was the same Yoongi who had nervously inched closer towards him to ask him out for a date.
"Nothing's waiting for me at home, anyway!" Yoongi shouted. "I used to screw around at work 'cause I knew you would be smiling behind that door, welcoming me home. Now?"
A moment of silence lingered, he had never shouted at Seokjin before. He's seen and heard Yoongi shout at Hoseok and Taehyung, perhaps towards his other friends as well beyond closed doors, but never to Seokjin.
"Let's just end this. I don't know what went wrong, but I'm sick of it," Yoongi added.
A painful pang surfaced in Seokjin.
No, he wanted to say.
Stay. Please, he silently begged, hoping Yoongi would hear. As always, he never did.
Don't leave me, not like this, but with his words caught in his throat, Seokjin could only helplessly watch Yoongi as he walked away.
--
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. It was blatantly obvious they liked each other on first sight, and when Seokjin found the courage to scoot on over closer towards him, he felt heart burn. Something similar to when you've eaten too much of your birthday cake and it even reaches your chest area.
He saw what he's only seen in pixelated videos, happening to Namjoon. The director of the drama he's casted in, had his chest glowing through his black graphic tee. They looked at each other, bewildered with wide smiles and as Seokjin looked down towards his own thorax, he realised why Namjoon was smiling.
Amidst the excited, hushed whispers of everyone around them, amidst the "Ohmygod"s from their fellow staff members, Seokjin heard a shy and faint "Hi," from the director.
So this is what it feels like to meet your soulmate, Seokjin noted in his mind as he exchanged another measly opening to a conversation.
--
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know. Yoongi's tried, in all honesty. He's tried and tried, fucked his way through both men and women, but he's never felt the same as when he had Seokjin by his side. It just never was the same.
He found it annoying when one of the girls he slept with resembled Seokjin in the way she told him how she felt. He found it annoying when one of the boys he temporarily dated mirrored Seokjin in the way he sat. He found it annoying that everything reminded him of Seokjin. He missed him, maybe even regretted breaking it off with him.
But this was Yoongi, this was how he was. Always too egoistic to admit it.
But this was Yoongi, and he thought he was fine off.
Until he saw Seokjin with a random guy, happily walking down the street, arms annoyingly tangled into each other's. It was disgusting. That should be him.
He felt like throwing up.
They locked gazes. He didn't know how, since they were at least 200 meters away, but Seokjin's laugh turned into a frown and the guy he was with promptly asked why, clueless to everything. Yoongi knew it lasted 2 seconds at most, but he still ended up by the side of the road soon after, retching his dinner onto the pavement.
Blurred lines were all he saw, and there were girls with shrill voices around him on the packed dancefloor. The headache from the 6 tequilas he's chugged down was starting to take effect. Yoongi sluggishly made his way to an open space near the staircase at the back of the club and took a breather.
He mumbled a word or two to the guy who seemed to be there for a similar reason, not fully registering any conversations that has been happening for the past 2 hours. His judgment was cloudy, and the next thing he knew, the same guy he figured he was having an innocent bro-to-bro dialogue with was tongue deep into his mouth.
Yoongi pushed him off weakly and looked into his eyes. It took him a while, but he soon realised that they weren't Seokjin's.
He wanted Seokjin. Seokjin only.
He struggled to walk away. Like most drunk people on a weekday night, he's left to stagger around with nothing but his tears.
When people told him a drink would make him forget it all, he knew it was too good to be true. He knew all those movies lied when they used alcohol as an escape. Because it didn't work with Yoongi; it only made it worse.
Alcohol led him to stray thoughts, things like how Seokjin was doing lately, or who has been making him laugh. That laugh, an arrangement of harmonious melodies that beat all his favorite songs combined.
"I didn't fucking need this!" he shouted in vain, slamming the steering wheel as he abruptly clobbered on the brake. Honking from cars behind pulled Yoongi towards reality but this pain, this unbearable pain he feels in his chest pushed him into the horrible depths of his mind.
Depths that birthed his childhood monsters, depths that were the origin of this monster he's become, depths that are now back to haunt him.
They say when you meet the one, you're bound to know, and Yoongi knows he fucked up. He fucked up bad.
--
Seokjin frowned for the entire day. His date with Namjoon turned unexpectedly wrong. Why did he have to see Yoongi again?
Out of all the days and all the places, it had to be then, didn't it?
He barely registered Namjoon saying, "Tell me what's wrong."
"Huh?" Seokjin panicked, thinking of a stupid excuse like 'My manager got me the wrong lunch meal' or something. "Oh, nothing," he concluded, cursing himself immediately once the words escaped his lips.
"But you're frowning like there's no tomorrow."
He sighed as a sign of defeat, knowing Namjoon is always capable of reading him. "It's just.. I met someone I didn't want to meet."
"Who was it?"
As he internalized his options of white lies like 'my old friend' or 'this one teacher I hated in high school,' Seokjin came to a realization.
That was the first time he's ever seen Yoongi's chest glow.