Coffee, Suga and Shakespeare
Jin cut him off by leaning in and pressing their lips together, one hand fisting in his shirt to pull him down enough to even out the slight height difference and the other moving to the back of his neck. Namjoon wrapped both arms around his shoulders to pull him even closer, one hand sliding down to the small of his back.
There were no fireworks or confetti or dramatic romantic music playing in the background, perhaps a violin quartet accompanied by a good tenor, none of that. Instead there was the soft glow of the flickering street lamp, the slightly uncomfortable dampness of fine rain and the incessant dinging of Namjoon’s phone alerting him to several texts from Yoongi demanding to know where the hell he was.
It was fucking perfect.
- Part 1 of Coffee, Suga and Shakespeare
“How can you not believe in soulmates!” Jin exclaimed, dropping the spatula in shock.
“I just don’t,” Yoongi muttered, really not wanting to get into it right at that moment.
“It’s because his soul words are and I quote ‘I’m bisexual, but I’m 100% straight for you darling,’”
Alternatively 'the course of true love never did run smooth' and in Yoongi and Hoseok's case it might just take locking them in a small room together to pull everything back together.
- Part 2 of Coffee, Suga and Shakespeare
Taehyung knew from the moment his undistinctive soulwords appeared that the chances of him making a mistake, or even worse, not realising someone was his soulmate at all, were very high.
The obvious solution was to always greet new people with something memorable. His preferred choice was a quote, but really he’d say the first interesting thing that sprung to mind. And hopefully, his soulmate would appreciate having a nice bit of literature on their arm.
(As long as they don’t think him too weird)
Soul words don't always turn out to be as romantic as you'd hoped, especially when they result in a good deal of misunderstanding on both sides...
- Part 3 of Coffee, Suga and Shakespeare