In this world, soulmates were tied by feeling. Not through words or sight, but through the raw, invisible pulse of emotion itself. Happiness, fear, pain, love—everything passed between them like a quiet current. Some found it beautiful. Others, unbearable. For Jungkook, it was both.

He’d grown used to it—the sudden waves of warmth, the bursts of laughter that weren’t his own, the deep ache that sometimes hit him late at night.

He first realized it at sixteen. A sudden rush of sadness hit him out of nowhere, sharp and aching, though nothing around him had gone wrong. He remembered clutching his chest and whispering, “Who are you?” into the dark. No one answered, but the sadness softened, as if someone on the other end had heard.

Years passed. Jungkook grew older, his body inked with symbols that meant more to him than he could explain, each one holding a quiet story.. He was handsome in a way that drew eyes—sharp jawline, soft brown eyes that always seemed to be searching for something, a quiet strength beneath his calm. He smiled easily, laughed often, but deep inside, there was a longing he could never fill. The bond pulsed inside him like a second heartbeat. Jungkook was a man who felt deeply, though he rarely showed it. Tattoos inked his arms, each one holding a quiet story. His hair fell loosely across his forehead, dark and slightly messy, his eyes soft but guarded. People often said he looked like he carried too much inside—and they were right. Half the emotions he carried didn’t even belong to him.

That evening, he sat by the Han River, hoodie pulled up, earbuds hanging around his neck. The world was calm. But suddenly, a rush of nervousness hit him, quick and sharp, followed by a soft flutter of something—like the feeling of falling in love. His heart skipped. That wasn’t his emotion.

He looked up, scanning the path in front of him, his fingers tightening around the drink can in his hand. The feeling grew stronger with every passing second. Curiosity. Anticipation. Fear. Then—relief.

His chest rose and fell slower now, his lips curving slightly. "You’re here, aren’t you?"

The wind picked up, brushing through his hair. The warmth that followed nearly took his breath away—it wasn’t just his heartbeat he felt anymore. It was theirs, steady and close. Jungkook’s throat went dry, and he stood slowly, eyes searching the people walking by.

And then, like instinct, his gaze stopped. Someone a few meters away had frozen too, just as stunned. He didn’t need to ask. The moment their eyes met, it hit him—the overwhelming blend of recognition and relief. It was as if the world had gone quiet, letting only their shared heartbeat fill the air.

Jungkook’s lips parted slightly, a quiet breath leaving him. "I’ve felt you for so long," he murmured, voice soft, trembling just a little. "Every ache, every smile… it was always you."

The emotion that flowed back into him then—warmth, disbelief, something close to tears—nearly made his knees weak. He chuckled softly, rubbing at the back of his neck, trying to steady his breathing. "Guess we don’t need words, huh?"

In that moment, the air between them felt alive. Their hearts beat in rhythm, their feelings blending together in perfect silence. Jungkook had imagined this day countless times, but nothing prepared him for the way it truly felt—to finally meet the person who had lived quietly in his heart for years, connected by feeling, bound by every emotion they’d ever shared.