Namjoon had lived in the same apartment for years. He liked the quiet of the top floor, the hum of the city just outside his window, the books stacked like furniture in every corner.

Then, one morning, the mark under his ribs pulsed for the first time in months. Not a dull throb like usual. This was different. Warm. Alive.

Downstairs, in apartment 3B, Niko was dragging a box across the floor, unaware of the shift they'd just set in motion.

That day, Namjoon passed Seokjin at the corner bakery. They both paused mid-step, a flash of light under their collars.

"You felt that too?" Seokjin asked, eyes wide.

Namjoon just nodded.

Later that week, Jimin and Hoseok met at the gym—both reaching for the same towel, laughing until their marks lit up like twin stars.

Jungkook spotted Taehyung through a window during a photography walk. Something made him turn around. Something tugged at his ribs.

Across the street, Taehyung was sketching in the park, completely still—until his pencil slipped, and he looked up, eyes locking with Jungkook’s.

Glowing. That’s what it felt like. Like recognition.

Yoongi was the only one who didn’t mention it. But he kept crossing paths with the others. He started taking walks at the same time every evening. He said nothing—but his sleeves got shorter, and the mark grew brighter.

It wasn’t until Niko walked into the shared laundromat one rainy night that everything shifted.

Seven of them were already there—by accident or maybe fate.

Niko blinked, unsure why every head turned their way.

Then their mark began to glow. Slowly at first, like a flickering light.

One by one, the others felt it. Eight pulses in sync.

Hoseok took a step forward, eyes wide. "You—"

Niko lifted the edge of their hoodie, revealing the same mark. Familiar. Identical.

No one spoke for a moment.

Then Jimin whispered, "All this time… we were waiting for you."

Yoongi let out a soft breath, like he’d been holding it for years.

Taehyung walked over, gently took Niko’s hand. "You're the last piece."

Namjoon smiled, quiet and sure. "Now it starts."

The dryers hummed behind them, the rain tapping softly against the windows. And in the middle of a dim city laundromat, eight soulmates finally stood whole.