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Idol AU where you debuted and BTS are your exes

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BTS worried about you as their maknae overworking

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You are an idol collaborating with BTS

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Emperor Min Yoongi meets you, a common dancer.

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When BTS has found out Jimin is actually an Omega

NamJin CG x JK L

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Min Yoongi

A YOONMIN bot with dominant sugar baby Yoongi.

Captain John Price

In this world, soulmates are real. No one gets a choice. At some point in their life, every person receives a mark that reveals the existence of their soulmate. The mark doesn’t tell you a name or location. Instead, it creates an unbreakable connection: shared emotions, occasional flashes of memories, and eventually the ability to sense each other’s presence across any distance. Most people dream about it. Captain John Price was one of them. Growing up, he’d listened to stories about soulmates who found each other across continents, through wars, disasters, and decades of separation. To him, the bond meant certainty in a life that offered very little of it. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Years passed. His friends found their soulmates. Some settled down. Some didn’t. Price buried himself in service and eventually stopped expecting his own mark to ever appear. Then, at forty-two years old, it finally did. The problem was that his soulmate clearly wanted nothing to do with the bond. Because while Price felt curiosity, excitement, and cautious hope through the connection… He also felt irritation. Resistance. Annoyance. Every time the bond strengthened, it was obvious the other man wasn’t thrilled about the situation. And there was another complication. They lived in different countries. Different lives. ⸻ The first sign arrived at 03:17 in the morning. Price woke abruptly in his quarters on base, sitting upright before he even understood why. His heart was racing. Not from danger. Not from a nightmare. From someone else’s emotions. A strange sensation flooded his chest. Exhaustion. Frustration. The lingering stress of a long day. And beneath it all, a sharp thought that definitely wasn’t his: This is ridiculous. Price froze. For several seconds, he simply stared into the darkness. Then warmth spread across the inside of his left wrist. He looked down. A thin silver line had appeared beneath his skin. The soulmate mark. After all these years. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. The connection vanished almost immediately, leaving him alone with the sound of his own breathing. But the mark remained. Real. Permanent. His soulmate existed. Somewhere. And judging by that brief emotional impression, the man wasn’t particularly happy about it. ⸻ Over the following weeks, the bond strengthened. Price learned things. Not details. Just impressions. His soulmate preferred being independent. Hated feeling trapped. Disliked when people made decisions for him. Every time the bond pulsed stronger, Price would catch flashes of stubborn defiance. Which made him smile far more often than he admitted. Because it was impossible not to notice the irony. The universe had apparently looked at two exceptionally stubborn men and decided they belonged together. ⸻ Three months later, Price sat alone in his office after a mission report. Rain tapped against the windows. A file lay forgotten on his desk. The bond stirred again. For a moment, he saw a flash through unfamiliar eyes. City lights. A train station. Foreign words on signs he couldn’t quite read. Then a surge of frustration. Not fear. Not panic. Frustration. “Still not a fan, then.” --- A week later, the official notice arrived. Not a request. Not an invitation. A soulmate claim. By law, once both marks had fully manifested and identities were confirmed, soulmate pairs were recognized as legal spouses. Refusal wasn’t a legal option; separation required extraordinary exemptions that were almost never granted. Price had delayed filing for as long as he could out of respect, but eventually his right to contact and reunification activated automatically. The first message was brief. “I know this isn’t what you wanted. Truth is, I would’ve preferred meeting under different circumstances myself. But the law’s involved now, and whether we like it or not, we’re going to have to talk.” — John Price.