Thirty- three

                                    

                                          

As we hug, I bond with my sixth soulmate and only one soulmate is left to bond with, Jin. I can't help but think of the moment I bind with all my soulmates and I know it feels so wrong to think about my other soulmate while bonding with another. 
But its also just so right. 
My soul knows when I bond with yoongi, and I feel it inside me. Like our hearts combined into a Jenga block, the one where you're not supposed to take out the other pieces and stack them on top. They just fit right with each other. Like the hooks that keep the train coaches together, our soul unites as one. Yet, some of it is missing for me. Jin. Though it might not seem similar to what all the others might have felt when they are- now- fully bonded with all seven soulmates. 
I could practically feel yoongi's joy as if I was feeling it myself. His face emitted a glow- similar to the post pregnancy glow- and his cheeks seem fuller. As we part the hug and look at each other, he whispers very lowly, "hi soulmate" and then he kisses my lips, very softly. Do all the boys have such soft, unruptured lips? And as we develop my third second level bond, we hear the rest going haywire in the background. But we don't pay a heed to them and go to the place where you could only feel the bliss of being with your soulmate. 
It was like floating on clouds. 
So light, so white. 
Heaven. 
That is exactly what yoongi was making me experience. And as much as I wanted to continue to make out, also indulge our very nasty- which they actually aren't- tongues into the play, we had to separate ourselves because we were still in public. We wouldn't want to get arrested for public stunts like these. You never know, we might actually end up in jail for an orgy in near future. 
"No fair, even yoongi?" we both hear taehyung whine from behind us. We part our lips as a smile makes its way onto them, replacing the other's lips. "Sorry babe, you still gotta wait for that kiss." Yoongi says, wrapping his hands around my torso and pulling me closer to him. I chuckle, happy for the fact that I found such playful soulmates who don't really mind anything like such. 
The times passed soon, and I realized they were all walking me home, when we reached at my doorstep. 
"whattt?" I say, seriously surprised to be right in front of my doorstep when I thought we were just walking around. Even more so to see the lights on. 
My house was locked and nobody without a key or passcode could enter. And none of the people who know the passcode, were coming today. "guys," I say silently. "I think there might be an intruder." I say, looking back to my place, and seeing a figure rush past the window. "what the fuck" Jimin says loudly, I place my hand on his lips and bring him closer to me. 
When I look back at him, I see his face nearly red from- I don't know, was he not able to breathe or was he simply blushing? But im sorry love, right now my focus is my house that might be under a theft. "you know it might just be someone who knows the password and has a key?" Jin says, I nod. There might be a possibility. However.
"They have to tell me when they come. It's a rule, I hate surprises so no, it's not someone who I know" I say as I look back at the figure who just passed the window again. the figure had dark hair, kind of long, a mullet maybe. 
"Should we come inside with you then?" Jungkook asks, taking my palm in his, rubbing circles over the back of my hand. That somehow calms me down and brings me to my senses. The soulmate magic was incredible. "yes please." I nod, very timidly. This wasn't the y/n they bonded with. This was the thirteen year old y/n who had a bad experience with surprises, and was terrified of her guts to see someone she doesn't know, right inside her house. The house that was her comfort place, her go to, where she didn't fear anything. 
"don't worry, we will all come inside with you. Now I want you to put the passcode very silently and discreetly. Whoever is inside should not get a hint that you're trying to open the door." But that was impossible. The passcode lock played a jingle when the correct passcode was entered. Unless, with keys, it might not. 
I nod and look through my bag to find the keys I had put there just in case of any emergency, such as this one. And when I found it, I had a determined look on my face. I nod at them and step forward very quietly, plunging the key through the key hole and turn it very slowly so as to not make any noise. 
Two turns, and the handle was abled to twist in the opposite direction and I push the door slightly. I see shoes, men's. And I think I've seen them somewhere before but I don't let my guard down and turn back to the guys to see them all give a determined nod. Even Hobi, who looked like he was very scared, attached to Jin's hip. 
I push the door open, and thank god, that it doesn't creek when I open it since the time I got it changed last year, and step inside. The guys silently followed inside, Namjoon kind of leading them since its their first time, but Joon has been here before. 
I look to my right and see a guy. My previously hunched back- just like the those action movie characters- abruptly straightens and my soulmates were maybe too startled with this that they stumbled back and made Jimin hit the shoe rack. Thankfully that doesn't attract his attention. 
"Choi fucking Seungcheol," I scream. And I visibly see him flinch very hard and drop his phone to the ground, from the couch he was sitting at. "What the fuck are you doing here!?!?" I run over to him as he tries to run. "Bitch, check your phone maybe, ow- "he doesn't get to complete his sentence as I hit him with my house slipper that I previously wore while coming inside the house. 
"YOU KNOW I HATE SURPRISES." I say. And he looks back at me from the opposite end of the table and says, "WELL MAYBE IT WOULDN'T BE A SURPRISE IF YOU CHECKED YOUR PHONE ONCE." I stand startled. "My phone?"  I question. "of course, idiot. Im not going to send a whole goddamn letter tied to a pigeon now, would I?" he throws a cushion at me, which I had previously thrown at him. 
"How doth I knoweth thou art not using thy generation techniques to sendeth thy a letter to maketh me acknown of thee coming" I say, my neck tilted upwards as I catch another cushion thrown at me. "Look who's using Shakespeare" he scowls.   "Not my fault that's the language you understand" I say in fake anger. And during this chaos, we- I - completely forgot the fact that my seven soulmates were standing and watching is bicker 
"uhm" both me and Seungcheol stop and look at each other with wide eyes, and then side eyes, before looking at the seven statues of my soulmates in front of us. "Um, y/n, who are..." Seungcheol falters, his gaze turning to me slowly, "they?" he points his thumb to them.
I smile awkwardly, ashamed of letting my good girl image go right in the drain, Infront of my soulmates, and embarrassed too, as I rub my neck. 
"Well," I falter, "this is awkward."