Sing to Me
A soulmate one shot I took a long time to write, I’m sorry it took so long, but I hope it was worth it.
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You live in the heart of the city of Seoul. Cars fly over the tarmac roads and people talk loudly in the busy streets. They say that cities never sleep, and that is true. They’re loud, and polluted, and lights shine from the moment you wake to the moment you lay your head to rest. But none of that can chase away your thoughts, nothing can drown out the sound of him.
Soulmates live in this world, it’s bizarre, not not even the more intelligent of those around us can understand why such a concept exists. It just does, and everyone’s story is different.
Your Mother used to tell you of the way her eyes would change colour according to the shade of your father’s hair. She never fails to tell you the story of how she woke up in astonishment to an unflattering shade of green.
Your friend told you that she has a clock etched on her skin, it’s unclear what it means, but you both suspect it’s the time zone that her soulmate lives in.
But you? Well, you can hear your soulmate when he sings.
His voice rings in your head louder than any sound can drown out. And at first, you tried everything. You tried blasting music through headphones, sleeping, running in the loud city sounds. But nothing could stop his voice from reaching every corner of your mind.
As a child, you loved to hear him sing, as you grew older, it frustrated you more than anything. Now? Well, you’ve found peace with it. Whenever his gentle, angelic voice starts, you feel yourself relax. He’ll sing a bit of everything, but you like it best when he’s bellowing his vocal chords to romantic ballad songs.
It’s hard to describe his voice to someone, and you’ve tried many times. It changes like the weather, sometimes he’s singing silvery, so soft and light it’s beautiful, other times it’s deep and low, like literal singing sex.
It made you wonder what you were to him. Could he hear you when your strident voice emitted while you showered? Or when you were drunk and messing with your friends loudly in the streets?
You sighed as you pulled your books closer to your chest, walking towards your next class when your head filled with his voice.
For a moment, it was in your head, or so you thought. But then you realised, other people had stopped, and that was when it occurred to you that this time, the voice wasn’t just in your head. Unconsciously, you stepped towards the room where the voice sounded.
You pushed open the door to see the face to the voice you have always heard.
He sat on a desk of an empty maths classroom. He looked so focused, only to be snapped from it no you’d disturbed him. His candy floss pink hair shifted from his brown eyes as he looked at you. He put his sheet of music on the desk and slid so he was simply leaning, shoving his hands in his black jean pockets.
“Can I help you?” He sounded so casual, while you felt like you were about to faint.
“You… I’ve heard… You’re my soulmate right?”
You sounded like an idiot, you felt like a bigger one. You looked at him still, even through the pounding of your heart. He frowned.
“Sing to me, please.” He stated, it was hardly a question.
You frowned, “Me?”
“No, I was talking to the poster behind you- yes, you.”
His sarcasm made you scowl, but you took in a deep breath anyway. There was no way you could match his voice, there was no way you could even compare.
You sang a few lines, you stopped when you saw his eyes turn wide; he looked like a deep in headlights.
“You weren’t shitting me.” He breathed.
“Why would I do something like that?”
“I’m popular, you know, girls have tried this crap on me before.” he stood up and walked over to you, his hands still in his pocket. He stopped stepping when he was stood before you.
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re not stupid enough to believe them.” You responded, feeling a little breathless.
“It is a good thing.” He agreed, placing a hand on your cheek. His thumb brushed against your skin, and his eyes scanned your face. His eyes were lit like fireflies, filled with interest. His lips pouted slightly, as though he was thinking, then he smiled, and the pink in his hair flooded against his cheeks.
“I must say, you’re much more beautiful than your voice.”
“Excuse me?” You responded playfully, it was clear to you that he knew that music really wasn’t your speciality after all this time.
“Let’s just say I don’t think you’ll be winning the x factor any time soon. I’d also like to mention how inconvenient your timing is to start singing. One time, you starting singing overdose while I was in the middle of an exam, that’s if you can even call it singing, you sounded like a cat being run over by a lawn mower.”
You hit his shoulder lightly, pushing him back, laughter filling the room from both of you.
“Alright, there’s no need to be rude. I pride myself very much in my singing ability.” You told him, and he smiled.
“Your voice is incredible, I mean, really.” You tell him, and his hand that was once on your cheek was now in his hair, rubbing the back of his head as the pink dusted back against his cheeks.
“You think? I mean, I guess so. I wrote you a song actually… Do you maybe want to hear it?”
It was though someone had punched you in the gut, sending your heart to your throat, you nodded, voiceless.
“I want something else before I can do that though.”
“What’s that?” You asked him.
“A date.” He stated.
“Then what are you waiting for.”
He didn’t need telling twice.
It was the middle of the day, the sun shining highly against the city buildings. You had classes to be at, teachers to please, but none of that mattered as he took you by the hand, pulling you to the doors and walking you into a new world, his world.