Chapter 7: 6.Soulmates

Next day-

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Taehyung sat at the dining table, surrounded by newspapers.

His fingers traced through job listings as his eyes scanned for something..anything,that might suit his needs.

A reliable 9-to-5 job was all he  asked for, yet every ad either required qualifications he didn’t have or offered salaries that wouldn’t even cover the rent.

From the other room, faint notes of piano music filtered through the walls, evidence that Yoongi was busy composing again. Taehyung sighed. No luck again today.

The sharp chime of the doorbell broke the silence. His brow furrowed as he got up, wondering who could be visiting so early. Opening the door, he was surprised to see a familiar face—Jaybum’s *Chimmy Uncle*.

“Umm... hi?” Jimin greeted, a small  wave accompanying his awkward smile.

Taehyung blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Oh, hey! Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let Jimin enter.

The living room was a mix of boxes and furniture still waiting to find a home. “Sorry for the mess. We’re still unpacking,” Taehyung said, scratching the back of his neck.

Jimin chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, I’ve been there. Took me forever to settle in when I moved here.”

They sat on the couch, an odd yet comfortable silence stretching between them.

Neither could explain it, but there was something inherently soothing about being in each other’s presence...a connection that felt deeper than words.  Soulmates to be precise.

Breaking the silence, Taehyung hesitated before asking, “How’s Jaybum doing?”

Jimin’s smile faltered for a moment. “He’s alright, but… he cried for hours after you left yesterday, asking for you.”

Taehyung’s heart clenched. The thought of Jaybum crying, his tiny face streaked with tears, made him feel an ache he couldn’t quite explain.

“Taehyung,” Jimin began carefully, “I’ll get straight to the point. I came here because… I want you to be Jaybum’s babysitter.”

Taehyung froze, his eyes widening in shock. “What? Me?”

Jimin nodded earnestly.

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Taehyung said after a pause. “My… interaction with Mr. Jeon wasn’t exactly pleasant. I doubt he’d be okay with it, neither am i”

“I know,” Jimin admitted. “But I’m asking for Jaybum’s sake. And, for what it’s worth, Jungkook sent me here to talk to you. He’s… reluctantly agreed to consider it.”

Taehyung blinked, the revelation catching him off guard. “But Why does he hate vampires so much, anyway?”

Jimin’s eyes softened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. “It’s… complicated. Something in his past made him the way he is. But trust me, Jungkook’s not a bad guy, even if he comes off that way.”

Taehyung sighed, lost in thought. Jimin’s words were genuine, but the memory of Jungkook’s fiery glare and harsh tone still lingered.

“And,” Jimin added with a small smile, “you’d mostly be with Jaybum. I doubt you and Jungkook would have to interact much.”

After a long pause, Taehyung finally relented. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”

Jimin’s face lit up, and before Taehyung could react, he was pulled into a warm hug.

“Oh my god, Tae! Thank you so much!” Jimin exclaimed, squeezing him tightly.

“Tae?” Taehyung repeated, amused by the nickname.

“Oh, um… sorry. I tend to nickname people. If you don’t like it—”

“I like it,” Taehyung interrupted, smiling. “I don’t mind.”

Jimin returned the smile, his warmth infectious.

“Damn,” Taehyung said with a laugh, sinking back into the couch. “How are you the sweetest person ever while your cousin is the literal spawn of the devil?”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, he’s not that bad.”

Taehyung tilted his head in mock skepticism. “Debatable.”

Their banter was interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. Yoongi entered the room, a notebook in hand. “Tae, where’s the—” He stopped mid-sentence, his gaze locking on Jimin.

Time seemed to freeze as their eyes met. Neither could look away, their instincts quietly humming with recognition.

“Oh!” Taehyung broke the silence, gesturing between them. “Hyung, this is Jimin, one of our new neighbors. Jimin, this is my hyung, Yoongi.”

Jimin stood, offering a hand. “Park Jimin,” he said, his voice soft.

Yoongi hesitated for the briefest moment before reaching out. “Min Yoongi.” His voice was low, steady.

Their hands met, and both of them felt it—a jolt, like electricity passing between them.

Jimin’s hand was warm and soft, while Yoongi’s was cool to the touch. Despite the contrast, there was an inexplicable comfort in the connection, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place.

As the conversation between them  unfolded, Taehyung suddenly gasped, clutching the edge of the couch dramatically.

"Oh, my vampire age! What’s wrong with my hospitality?" he exclaimed, already halfway to his feet. "Jimin, you talk with hyung. I’ll bring something to eat in the meantime."

Before Jimin could even protest, Taehyung was already out of the room, muttering to himself about snacks and tea.

That left Yoongi and Jimin standing there, an air of awkwardness settling over them. They hadn’t moved from their spots, and neither seemed eager to be the first to speak.

Finally, Jimin broke the silence, his cheeks tinted a soft pink. “Um, nice meeting you.”

Yoongi nodded curtly, his expression as unreadable as ever. “Likewise.”

An awkward pause lingered, and Jimin cleared his throat, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “How come you’re a… Min, but Taehyung is a Kim?”

Yoongi glanced at him, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh… I was adopted by Taehyung’s parents when I was a kid. They decided to keep my original name.”

“Oh,” Jimin said softly, his curiosity satisfied but his cheeks flushing deeper. “That’s… nice. I mean, that they kept your name.”

Yoongi’s lips twitched, almost forming a smile before his usual stoic demeanor returned."hmm" he said Jimin nodded, taking a deep breath to ease his nerves.

He wasn’t sure why, but something about Yoongi’s calm yet intense presence made him feel like he was under a magnifying glass.

Jimin, eager to keep the conversation alive, ventured again, “So, are you into music? I heard someone playing the piano earlier.”

Yoongi’s previously guarded eyes flickered with the faintest spark of interest. “Umm… yeah. That was me,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. “I make music sometimes.”

A genuine grin spread across Jimin’s face, his enthusiasm contagious. “I could tell! It sounded amazing. I work with music too—well, at Jeons, mostly managing projects, but I’m around it all the time.”

Yoongi’s brows lifted slightly, a rare sign of intrigue. “At Jeons? Music department?”

“Yeah!” Jimin nodded eagerly. “I’m a coordinator. I help bring together artists, producers, and writers. It’s a lot of planning, but I love it.

Seeing a project come to life is so satisfying.”

Yoongi leaned back slightly, processing Jimin’s words. “That’s… interesting. You don’t meet many people who love the logistics side of music.”

“Well, someone has to handle the chaos, right?” Jimin chuckled. “But honestly, it’s more than that. I like being part of the creative process, even if it’s from behind the scenes. I’m not much of an artist myself, though i dance sometimes.”

Yoongi tilted his head, studying him. “You say that, but I can tell you care about it deeply. That’s rare.”

Jimin’s cheeks flushed lightly at the compliment, and he glanced away shyly. “Thanks. That means a lot, coming from someone like you.”

Yoongi hummed, unsure what to say. The sincerity in Jimin’s words caught him off guard,and he wasn’t used to receiving genuine praise.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, both of them lost in their thoughts.

“Do you… perform anywhere?” Jimin suddenly asked, breaking the quiet.

Yoongi shook his head. “No. I prefer staying in the background.

compose for myself, mostly. Sometimes I share my work, but it’s rare.Though he hid the fact that he was Agust d,a famous mysterious artist.”

“That’s a shame,” Jimin said softly. “The world deserves to hear it. You have a gift, Yoongi.”

Yoongi froze for a moment, the weight of Jimin’s words settling on him. He didn’t respond, but his gaze lingered on Jimin a little longer than he intended.

Before the conversation could deepen, Taehyung returned, holding a tray with snacks and drinks. His eyes darted between the two of them.