Countdown to Happily Ever After
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Soulmates!AU, slight angst, fluff
Request: “Can I get Namjoon situation 4: soulmates au prompt 10: I just want you to be happy. With or without me… Because you give me all the feels ❤️”
A/N: This is for the drabble requests but… inspiration, fam. That’s all I’m saying. Also, this is the first time I write this kind of AU so sorry if it sucks lol.
“Maybe we could run away” you blurted out what had been on your mind for the past week, disrupting the quiet atmosphere surrounding the room.
Namjoon’s piercing stare was on you immediately, and you could tell for a moment there he actually considered the idea. However, as fast as he had considered it, he disregarded it; slowly shaking his head no.
“We can’t just leave our actual soulmates soulmateless”.
Any other time, you would’ve laughed at his choice of words. Now, however, you felt livid. “Watch me” you glared at the ceiling, “I don’t give a damn about them. I don’t even know who they are; for all I know, mine could turn out to be a complete douchebag”.
Namjoon said nothing, instead taking a deep breath before exhaling in frustration. He was just as upset as you were, and it angered him how there was literally nothing he could do to save your relationship.
A brittle sigh abandoned your mouth, closing your eyes as you wished this could just stop for good.
Your whole life had always been a complete cliché.
Even before you were born, Namjoon’s mum and yours had been best friends; ever since they wore diapers, more precisely. They grew up together, found their respective soulmates like they were supposed to, got pregnant around the same time, and had you and Joon on the exact same day; you being the one who was a little too excited to come into this world and was born before the scheduled day.
Just like that, the story repeated itself, both of you growing up as best friends that couldn’t go a day without each other. Only, at some point, it wasn’t just that anymore.
No, because at some point, you stopped seeing each other with platonic eyes and started feeling certain things best friends are not supposed to feel for each other; like how your heart would speed up at the pure sight of his smile, or how he would look for your innocent touch that made him feel ever so peaceful inside.
Truth be told, as soon as you started to have feelings for each other at age sixteen, you should’ve walked away, because you knew the second the clock struck twelve on your eighteenth birthday, another very special clock would show up in your wrists – one that would start to count down the time you had left until you met your soulmate.
But you were both in too deep already to let go, and so you chose to spend together those two years you had left anyway; preparing yourselves for the inevitable heartbreak once you turned eighteen. You were so young, but you knew what you felt was real regardless of might not being each other’s soulmates.
So here you were now, the night the two of you dreaded the most, lying on your bed while the birthday party you threw together every year was taking place downstairs. The muffled sound of the loud music reminding you of how miserable you were in what should be one of the most special moments of your lives.
“You know how it works” Joon mumbled after what felt like forever, his hand reaching out to hold yours, “we wouldn’t get to be happy if we just go against the system…”
“I don’t care” your voice halted, causing you to turn your face to the side he was not in; not wanting him to notice the tears that were starting to blur your vision.
“But I do” he turned over on his stomach, gently grabbing your chin to make you look at him. “I just want you to be happy. With or without me…”
The first tear rolled down your cheek. “I just want to be happy with you” you confessed with a quivering lip – one that was soon stopped from doing so by his mouth sweetly colliding with yours.
Just like that, way sooner than you would’ve liked it to, the alarm you had previously set to go off at midnight let you both know the time you so immensely feared had come, making you feel a lump in your throat.
“I don’t wanna look” you informed him in a broken whisper, slowly withdrawing your lips from his.
Namjoon sighed, reluctantly taking his weight off you and going to sit by the edge of the bed. “Let’s do this together, yeah?” he proposed; just like you, not feeling ready to look at this new clock of his telling him when he was meeting someone who was not you – someone who would never be you.
With a weak nod of your head, you crawled to his side, resting your head on his shoulder right as he looked for your approval to fearfully start counting to three – both your wrists turning around synchronously at the sound of the third number.
And when you looked at them, you did not feel heartbroken, but clueless instead at the numbers “00:00” being the ones showing not only on your skin, but also on his.
Well, that was just you at least, for Namjoon had the biggest of smiles taking over his entire face.
“I think they’re broken” you mumbled, scratching your skin as if to make it magically work. “I mean, it’s either that or our soulmates are already in this room hiding somewhere”.
Namjoon threw his head back, allowing a loud cackle to escape his throat, making your heart jump at the sound; not once had you seen him that happy, and you did not know how to feel about it given the circumstances.
“Of course I would get matched up with a complete dumbass” he laughed lightly one more time.
“Huh?” your eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion. “You know who is yours?”
Shaking his head in amused disbelief, he cupped your face and smashed his lips on yours in a way that literally took your breath away, finding yourself giving in to his touch as he lied you down on the mattress and let his weight once again fall on top of you.
“Nams” you managed to say when his lips abandoned yours for a second only to press down on them more intensely, “I don't–”
“It’s you, you idiot” he chuckled, letting go of your lower lip so that he could lock eyes with your ecstatic, sparkling ones. “Our countdown ended as soon as it started because we were already together, don’t you get it?”
You could’ve sworn right there your heart was about to go out of your chest because of how hard it was beating, and you would’ve screamed your lungs out if it weren’t for the fact that you found yourself being speechless out of how happy you were in that precise moment. Instead, your whole face lit up at the realisation; smiling being the only thing you were able to do.
“We really are that cliché, huh?” you huffed in feigned annoyance once you came back to your senses.
“Hey” he scolded you, “at least we won’t have to run away now”.
Feeling the heat reach your face at his teasing words, you decided to glare at him not to let it show; slightly squinting your eyes to make your stare more intense. “You had just turned down my brilliant idea, whereas here I was willing to do that for you” you crossed your arms over your chest, earning a breathy laugh from him, “you’re such a fake”.
“I am not!” he poorly defended himself. “Besides” he cleared his throat, bringing his mouth up to faintly brush over yours, “I don’t mind being a cliché. I mean, how many people get to say they both knew and dated their soulmate even before turning eighteen?”
Dramatically rolling your eyes yet not being able to argue against that, you pulled him down by his collar for his lips to crash on yours once again, knowing, much to your euphoria, that you would get to do that with him for the rest of your life.
He was right, after all. Cliché or not, your relationship was one of a kind, and you couldn’t be happier to know you had forever granted with him.
