Summary: They say soul mates get their marks on the same day, and you’ve been dating Taehyung for almost four years now, but it isn’t his name that shows up on your wrist. It’s Jeon Jungkook’s, also known as your least favorite person in the world.
It was freezing the night his name appeared on your wrist, cold winds biting through your two sweatshirts as you crossed campus to get to Taehyung’s fraternity. You’d felt the stinging on your inner wrist early that day, and used the excuse of dropping off one of his textbooks so your roommate wouldn’t know what was up. Upon your arrival, Taehyung had ushered you in from the cold, his smile so wide it could have blinded you as he all but carried you up to his room.
You kicked off your shoes, pulling a pair of Taehyung’s sweatpants over your jeans before falling onto his bed to seek refuge from the cold. He follows you, eyes wide with anticipation as sits beside you, one of his legs bouncing, but you really couldn’t blame him as you snuggled up to his warm side.
“Do you feel it, too?” He asks in a whisper, his cocky grin disappearing into hesitant smiles as the weight of the situation settles in.
You nod, finally pushing yourself up so you could move to sit on his lap, one of his arms curling around your back to keep you close as you nestle your head against his shoulder. He takes your left wrist in his hand, squeezing a little too tightly in his eagerness.
They say soul mates get their marks at the same time.
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