Summary: You and Jungkook plan another date after exchanging numbers. Since you’re under house arrest, Jungkook decides to spend the evening at your place. And things seem to go perfectly–until they don’t.
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After you hobbled home from the music building, your body was exhausted. But you were still thrumming with excitement, clutching your cell phone tightly in your hand. You had finally gotten Jungkook’s phone number, and he finally had yours.
With great difficulty, you managed to pry off your shoe and make it to your bedroom. After carefully setting your crutches aside, you fell back onto your bed. Holding your phone above your face, you couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across your lips.
You opened your contacts, pulling up Jungkook’s profile. He had snapped a silly selfie when he put his number into your phone, and you stared dazedly at your soulmate’s photograph, feeling more fond than you thought was appropriate.
Hesitantly, you composed a new text message. You began to type a quick greeting, but it seemed too formal, so you erased it. “Hey soulmate,” you tried, then immediately cringed. Backspacing quickly, you stared at the blank text. Maybe it would be best to wait for Jungkook to text first.
Letting your arm–and your phone–fall to the bed, you stared up at the plain ceiling and tried to remember Jungkook before the car accident. After racking your brain relentlessly, you were left with a headache and no answers.
That only made you more curious–what was your first encounter with Jungkook really like? He seemed to like you enough now, so surely it must’ve gone well.
With thoughts of Jungkook on your mind, you slowly drifted to sleep, the world around you fading to black.
You woke with a start, your eyes shooting open. Beside your ear, your phone was vibrating loudly. Exhaling shakily, you placed your hand over your racing heart. Eventually, you picked up your phone from beside you, checking the lock screen for notifications.
When you saw what had set off the alert, you nearly dropped your phone.
Jungkook had texted you. Excitedly, you unlocked your phone and opened your messaging app.
RECEIVED 1:43 PM Hey Y/N 💩
You laughed at Jungkook’s poop emoji and quickly composed a response.
SENT 1:44 PM Hey 🍪
RECEIVED 1:45 PM What’s with the cookie?
SENT 1:45 PM It’s u
SENT 1:45 PM Kookie
You blushed, wondering if the nickname was a bit too much. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, but this time, it was a text from Jieun. Confused, you opened the new chat.
RECEIVED 1:47 PM Are u talking to Jungkook? He’s sitting a row in front of me. He’s staring @ his phone and MAD blushing
Laughing, you felt your embarrassment fade away. You quickly replied to Jieun with an affirmative and closed the chat. Returning to your conversation with Jungkook, you saw that he had already responded.
RECEIVED 1:47 PM …cute
RECEIVED 1:48 PM So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime. Haven’t seen you in while
SENT 1:49 PM Like a date? Or are we aiming for platonic soulmates?
Another alert from Jieun appeared on your screen, and you cackled as you went to check her update on Jungkook.
RECEIVED 1:50 PM WHAT DID U DO?!?! HE’S COMPLETELY RED
RECEIVED 1:50 PM ARE U SEXTING
SENT 1:50 PM Jieun wtf
You squirmed around on your bed, feeling happier than you had since you left the hospital. The smile on your face seemed permanent, and you grabbed your pillow and squealed into it. Still, it was kind of depressing that texting your two friends could make you so excited.
Grabbing your phone again, you checked to see if Jungkook had summoned enough courage to respond. He had.
RECEIVED 1:52 PM Yes, like a date.
SENT 2:01 PM JIEUN!!!! JUNGKOOK IS COMING OVER FOR A DATE TONIGHT!! PLS HELP ME CLEAN THE APARTMENT AND MYSELF
When Jieun had come home, she frantically shoved the mess in the living room into her own bedroom while you limped around the house, dusting things. It was the most you had ever cleaned since you had moved in together, which was saying a lot.
Then, she had helped you into the shower, making sure you stayed upright as you bathed yourself. Your friendship with Jieun was a true one–both of you had long graduated any feelings of embarrassment around each other.
By the time everything was said and done, it was almost time for Jungkook to arrive. Jieun helped you onto the couch, setting your crutches against the wall beside you.
“I’m going to go to Lisa’s place for awhile,” Jieun said as she flopped onto the couch beside you. “Just call me when you’re ready for me to come home.”
“You don’t have to leave, you know,” you frowned, turning to look at your friend. Jieun just rolled her eyes at you. “I’m serious! I don’t mind.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure Jungkook would,” Jieun snorted. “I’ll let you soulmates do your thing. Just…be careful, okay? Don’t jump headfirst into something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you replied, a little incredulously. Jieun winced at that. “We’re just going to watch a movie and talk, I guess.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Jieun said, standing up. She walked over to the foyer and grabbed a jacket from the closet. “Don’t let yourself get swept away by the emotions of the moment.”
“Wow, you’re pretty insightful today,” you commented, trying to lighten the mood. “You should write this shit down.”
“Oh, fuck you,” Jieun laughed. She slipped into her coat. “I’m going to head out now. Call me later, okay?”
On cue, there was a knock at the door. Jieun shot you a serious look before she turned to open the door, but you couldn’t read it. Then, she swung the door open, revealing a slightly nervous Jungkook, still dressed in all black.
Jungkook glanced down at Jieun, who said something quietly to him. From where you were sitting, you couldn’t hear, but you just hoped Jieun wasn’t threatening him. Jungkook frowned and said something back, and then the two brushed passed each other.
Jieun left, shutting the door behind her quietly. When you turned your gaze back to Jungkook, he was smiling lopsidedly at you.
“Hey Y/N,” he said, holding up a plastic bag in his hand. “I brought some Chinese. Hope that’s okay.”
“If I had any doubts that we were soulmates before, I’m completely certain now,” you replied, eyeing the bag hungrily as the scent of Chinese food wafted around the apartment. “You know the way to a girl’s heart.”
“Didn’t think it would be that easy,” Jungkook laughed, stepping out of his shoes and making his way towards you. He set the food onto the coffee table in front of the couch and sat down beside you. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Eating,” you replied immediately, still staring at the takeout. Jungkook laughed again, and when you glanced at him, his eyes were crinkled into crescents. If your heart clenched at that, no one needed to know.
“There was a really good movie I watched recently,” Jungkook said, unpacking the food that he had brought. He popped open the lids, revealing black bean noodles, sweet and sour chicken, and broccoli and beef. You could feel your mouth watering.
“I’m down for anything,” you replied, picking up your laptop from the coffee table. You turned on the screen and opened up your browser. “What’s it called?”
“The Girl Who Leapt Through Time,” Jungkook replied, breaking apart a pair of chopsticks. “Classic.”
“Seriously?” you asked, turning to gawk at him. “Are you a closet weab? How come you never told me before?”
“It’s embarrassing,” Jungkook said, blushing slightly. “I mean…do I look like I watch anime?”
“That’s true,” you agreed, reaching to grab your own set of chopsticks. You split them easily, resisting the urge to rub them together because you had heard it was a rude gesture. “Still, who am I to judge?”
“So you’ve seen the movie already,” Jungkook surmised, popping a piece of beef into his mouth. “I have a billion other suggestions.”
“I haven’t watched Your Name yet,” you commented, fishing out a piece of broccoli. “I heard it was really good.”
“Yeah, I loved it!” Jungkook exclaimed through a mouthful of noodles. “I’ll watch it again, I don’t care.”
And so you pulled up the movie on your laptop, streaming it to the TV in front of you. You and Jungkook ate quickly as the movie played before you. Paying more attention to the food, you startled when Jungkook began quietly singing the opening song along with the movie.
Discreetly, you glanced at Jungkook as he sang. His voice was beautiful, to say the least. He sang effortlessly and melodiously, his clear voice floating around the room. Eventually, the opening ended, and he nonchalantly returned to eating.
“Your voice is beautiful,” you remarked softly, still awed by Jungkook’s performance. He turned to you, his cheeks full of food, and blushed slightly.
“Oh, thank you,” he managed, voice muffled by his full mouth. He chewed with some difficulty, and once he swallowed, he spoke again. “Well, I am a music major.”
“Still,” you sighed reverently. “Some people are just born with nice voices. Damn, I could listen to you sing all day.”
Jungkook’s cheeks darkened, and he coughed awkwardly and turned back to face the movie. “I wouldn’t mind singing for you again,” he said quietly after a few moments. “You know, if you want.”
“Yeah, I’d love that,” you replied honestly. You and Jungkook turned your attention back to the movie with small smiles.
After the movie ended, you and Jungkook just talked for a few hours. You reminisced about the old memories you shared together, and you learned a few new things about each other, too. Like Jungkook was a good artist, and you could play more instruments than he could.
Eventually, you and Jungkook both realized it was time for you to part. It was getting late, but neither of you wanted to say goodbye.
“I should really go now,” Jungkook said again, although he made no attempt to move. “Like, I really should.”
“No one’s stopping you,” you replied, quirking an eyebrow. Jungkook pouted at you–a habit of his you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to, since it seemed so out of character.
“Rude,” Jungkook said, actually standing up this time. He extended his arms and helped you to your feet, reaching around you to pass you your crutches. “But I guess I do need to leave. Jieun’s waiting to come back, isn’t she?”
“Yeah,” you confirmed. “I’ll walk you to the door, since that’s as far as I’m allowed to go.”
You and Jungkook made your way to the foyer, and he began to put on his shoes. The sight evoked a strange sense of deja vu, but you shrugged it away.
“Tonight was really fun,” you said, and Jungkook smiled up at you from where he was kneeling. Once ha had finished tying his Timberlands, he stood back up.
“I thought so, too,” Jungkook agreed. “I wouldn’t mind doing something like this again.”
“Maybe we could actually go out somewhere if my house arrest is lifted,” you laughed.
“I’m fine anywhere, as long as I’m with you,” Jungkook said shyly. And it was so cheesy, but you couldn’t help but blush. When your eyes met Jungkook’s, his were serious. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
“Y-yeah,” you stammered, shocked at Jungkook’s request.
His hands came up to gently cup your face, and he stared intently down at you. Slowly, he moved forward, and your eyes fluttered shut. His soft lips pressed gently against yours, where he lingered for a moment. Then, Jungkook pulled away. When you opened your eyes, Jungkook was grinning at you.
“I’ll see you later,” Jungkook said softly, turning towards the door.
“Bye,” you said, your voice nearing a whisper. But Jungkook heard, and turned back to smile at you one last time. Then, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the apartment, closing the door shut firmly behind him. Again, you were struck by a strong feeling of deja vu.
Then you realized–it was because you had seen this all before.
Jungkook in your apartment, standing in the foyer, putting his shoes on. Jungkook looking at you, a very different expression on his face. Jungkook, your soulmate, turning away from you and slamming the door as he left, his cruel parting words echoing loudly in your mind.
And suddenly, for the first time in weeks, you heard the whispers of Jungkook’s thoughts in the back of your mind. Quieter than before, but present nonetheless. Focusing, you were able to make out your soulmate’s voice.
“Fuck. I really, really, really like her.”
Tears began to pool in your eyes. You weren’t sure what to believe.
- Girl in Luv
Writing about Chinese food made me so hungry. But I can’t even eat anything good because I’m on a damn diet. ANyway, hope you enjoyed this instalment of the series! Sorry it took so long to write. Also this is unedited, so I’ll go back and make any corrections later. I’m going to try to wrap this story up in the next few parts. Let me know if you liked it! Thanks always for the support, and happy reading 💛
Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader)
Request: psst hey soulmate au with one of southern motherfucking democratic republicans? 😉
A/N: Hope ya like it anon! (and everyone else!) I apologize for taking so long, college’s been a b*tch
The universe was unfair.
It was said that everyone would meet
their soulmate at 18. And for the most part, it was true. The distinct tattoo
that everyone had would glow red and hurt whenever they bumped into the love of
their lives, and happily ever after. Of course, the ones that did not, their
tattoos would fade. It was usually due to their soulmate dying or their
soulmate giving up on love. It was not common, but it did happen. Those were
all the cases that you heard, so you wondered why it was so different for you.
You were 27, and it’s been almost
ten years since you were supposed to meet them. Ten years of wondering when
your tattoo would fade, ten years of hoping that you would just bump into them
while walking into the bathroom or buying groceries.
Ten years of anticipation.
You tried your best not to give up
on the idea of love. But it was hard, it was so difficult. You stared at the
snake on your arm. It started at the tip of your pointer finger and curled all
the way around your arm, your shoulder, and ended at the corner of your left
ear. It was beautiful.
But it did not cover the whole in your
heart, the need to see whose tattoo matched yours. But you did, cover it, hid
it from your coworkers and other colleagues. It was for the best. At least,
that’s what you convinced yourself.
You walked into the auditorium, readying
yourself for the speech that was about to take place. Your boss required you to
attend, and to interview the men that spoke afterword. They called themselves “The
Southern Democratic Republicans”, and you scoffed when you heard the words. Did
they think they were the founding fathers or something?
It was about the research into
soulmates, and how the process actually worked. You couldn’t hide the fact that
you were interested in hearing their results, despite their ridiculous name.
“Y/N, did you see their pictures?”
Your friend, Eliza, whispered. She already found her soulmate, Alexander
Hamilton. You haven’t met him yet, but you were told that he was a loud mouth
and slightly pompous. It was intriguing how a woman like Elizabeth Schulyer
ended up with a man like him. But you saw the glow in her eyes when she
mentioned him, and your heart ached.
“Nope, why? Do they look as strange
as their name?” You joked, sitting in the first row. She sat next to you,
shoving the paper in your hand.
“Hahaha,” she said sarcastically,
passing you the pamphlet, “the opposite actually. They’re hot.” You raised your
eyebrow at her, and she chuckled, a small blush appearing on her cheeks. “I
mean, they’re handsome. But, not as handsome as my Alexander.” She added,
winking at you. You rolled your eyes at her, looking down at the paper in your
You looked at the man who appeared
first. Thomas Jefferson. His credentials were phenomenal, having several master
degrees and even achieved the title of doctor. His hair was wild, curls pointed
in every direction. There was a small smirk on his face, like he knew something
you didn’t. You noticed he was wearing a turtleneck in the picture, and you
were curious. Was he trying to hide something?
The next man was James Madison. He
had several degrees as well, but most were bachelors. He was as handsome as the
man before, his expression emotionless. His hair was short, and he wore a suit,
with a scarf covering his neck.
The last, but not least, was Aaron
Burr. He was grinning fully in his picture, in a suit and tie. His hair was
short as well, and his credentials were amazing, competing with Jefferson’s.
There was a camera glare in the picture, making it seem like his head was
floating over his torso.
Eliza nudged you, bringing your
attention to the stage ahead of you. “Hey, I know they’re good-looking, but
wouldn’t it be better to see them in real life?” She whispered, and before you
could give her an answer, the lights dimmed down, and the white screen came
“Ladies and gentlemen, we would like
you to give a warm welcome to The Democratic Republicans; Aaron Burr, Thomas
Jefferson, and James Madison!” The crowd clapped loudly, and you wondered if
this was some sort of concert. Why is it so loud at a convention?
The men walked out one by one, Aaron
Burr appearing first. He waved at the crowd, grinning happily. Next, Thomas
Jefferson walked out, nodding at the crowd with a small smile. James Madison
was last, holding a tissue to his mouth, waving at everyone. They approached
their podium, each of them having one individually. They were all wearing
suits, besides Jefferson’s byzantium colored
“Oh shit, I was right…” Eliza
mumbled, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You giggled, turning back to the stage.
You did notice that all of them wore a scarf around their necks, underneath
their suits, which was strange to you. You touched the turtleneck you wore with
being aware, staring at the men.
“Welcome fellow scientists, lawyers,
journalists, and whatever career you may have.” Jefferson started, causing a
chuckle from the audience.
“We are here to present to you the
idea of soulmates and how it has changed over the course of our lifetime.”
Aaron Burr added, looking at his colleague. James coughed.
“We’ve researched most of our lives
how soulmates became a concept, and in a few moments, we are going to show you
our final findings.” James replied, passing the clicker to Jefferson. Jefferson
smiled at his friend, and began the slides.
You wrote down as much information
as possible, astonished that they came up with all these new insights on humanity
and the tattoos etched on the skin. They were almost complete with their
presentation, when they took off the scarfs around their necks. You were too
focused on your writing to notice what was actually going on. Everyone in the
audience gasped, and Eliza hit you on the arm.
“Look, Y/N! Oh, my gosh…” She
mumbled, her eyes staring at you. You pushed your eyebrows together, confused.
“What-“ She turned your head towards
the stage, and your eyes widened.
All of the men took off the cloth
around their neck, revealing what they were hiding underneath. It showed a
snake tattoo on their neck. But that was not the strange part.
“As you can see, we all have the
same tattoo around our neck. We were not sure why this happens, but maybe it is
because we all have the same soulmate.” Jefferson said, glancing at his
“We thought that we were soulmates,
but the tattoo did not glow or burn.” James added.
“So, we began researching this
topic, since this has never happened before in the history of mankind. That
there was more than one person we were meant to be with.” Aaron added.
Their tattoos were the same as
yours. You heart beat quickened, realizing what was going on. You felt the skin
on the left side of your body burn, and you pulled up your sleeve violently,
revealing the red glow in the dark theatre. Your arm was shaking, and you felt
a giant weight on your shoulder.
“What the hell?” You heard Thomas
say. There were numerous gasps in the audience.
You looked back up to the stage, and
all their tattoos were as red as yours. You quickly pulled your sleeve down,
not wanting them to notice.
were you doing? Did you not want to find your soulmate? You heard your mind say, but you ignored it.
“Our soulmate, they must be here.
They must be in this room!” Aaron exclaimed, looking out into the crowd.
You had to leave, and it had to be
quick. Before they noticed the glow of red on your arm and the pained look on
your face. Eliza looked back at you glaring your things, and shook her head.
“Don’t leave them.” She whispered. “Don’t
regret their love.” Her eyes were disapproving of you, wanting you to stop your
mad dash. You disregarded her discontentment, and shoved your papers in your
“Does anyone have the same tattoo as
us? Please, show yourself!” Jefferson yelled, scanning the audience. There were
murmurs around, the people in the crowd looking back and forth for the missing
soulmate. You took this time to jump out of your seat, running to the exit.
“Hey!” You heard Aaron yell, but you
ignored, almost making it to the door. You glanced back, seeing the three men
leaping off the stage, their eyes on you. It was hard to run when your arm was
in pain, but you ignored it, pushing through the doors.
You ended up in a packed lobby,
bumping into everyone that was in your way. You heard protests and insults
being thrown at you, but you just need to get away from all of this.
You needed to think about what this
“Please, just wait!” You heard James
yell, and you froze, your body unable to move. You tried to run forward, but
for some reason, it wouldn’t budge.
body would not let you leave your soulmates behind.
You turned around, coming face to
face with the three men that were just on stage. Aaron was out of breath,
leaning down. James was staring at you, in awe. Thomas smiled at you, and your
“So, you’re our soulmate?” James
said, holding out his hand. You shook it. The glow on your arm lessened, but
was still as bright as the sun. Thomas held out his hand next, and you shook it
as well, your fingers tingling. The pain went away from the tattoo, and you
sighed in relief. It still glowed wildly. Burr was the last, holding yours a
bit longer than the rest. The glow immediately dissipated after that, leaving
you four to stare at each other in amazement. After a few seconds of this, you
cleared your throat.
“So, um, how are we going to fix
this?” You whispered. They all looked at each other, and then at you.
“I guess we’ll have to share you.”
Thomas grinned wickedly. You sighed, staring at the three in front of you.
were always told; two is better than one. Who knew that it would double?
do you have an opinion on the idea that Rolo is secretly Prince Lotor trying to get away from his dad?
i think it’s hilarious. like, not in the laughable way, but in the way that it would be such a completely new take on lotor and not what anyone saw coming at all.
i’d personally love it like “summon prince lotor” and he shows up w his new robot and platonic soulmate like “hey can my friends come along” and haggar is pissed bc there’s no way he’ll be coldhearted enough to rule an empire.
also, can you imagine hunk’s reaction? i think that’s the redeeming feature of the entire theory tbh.
in full honesty though: not sure it’s gonna happen. haggar said to summon him, implying that she knows where he is. if rolo is lotor, he’d have to be pretty deep undercover. i mean, they were in trouble with the galra and trying to capture the blue lion as a bribe to get out of it. i’m sure there’s a way it could be worked around, but i think it’s unlikely.
then again, i thought the “stan has a secret twin brother” and “keith is actually part galra” theories weren’t actually going to happen either, so don’t feel like i have any actual credibility to make this judgement.
i couldnt get artist!Julian out of my head. (for @khemeioa)
Julian Albert had beautiful
It was a secret Barry prided
himself on knowing. He often distracted himself gazing at those long fingers,
curled around a test tube, the elegant flick of the wrist Julian gave as he
swirled its contents.
But what he noticed about
Julian’s hands wasn’t the worry-bitten fingernails or the expensive wristwatch—a memento of his old life. It was
the way they were never without color. Often they were grey with charcoal, but
from time to time they varied, with a paint swatch on the back of his hand. The
colors were a masterpiece in itself.
Occasionally, he would catch a
glimpse of the callus between his index and middle finger, further proof that
these were artist’s hands. He could practically see Julian
standing in front of a canvas, rotating a finely bristle brush between his
Barry lamented the fact that
Julian was so private about his art. The only reason he knew about it
was because it was his job to observe (that, and Julian had a shock of
dried blue paint in his hair). He could only hope that one day, Julian would
feel close enough to Barry to share one of his works. He didn’t dare ask to see
them; It felt like intruding on Julian’s privacy.
One day, though, Julian finally
brought his art to work. Barry watched from afar as Julian took out his chalk
pastels and sketchpad. He wanted to speak up, to ask to see what Julian was
creating, but was entranced by the way a single lock of Julian’s hair had
fallen in his face as he poured his heart onto the paper. That in itself was
It wasn’t until the next morning
that he learned what Julian had been drawing.
Waiting for him when he arrived
was Julian’s art, straight out of his sketchbook. The spiral edging had been
ripped off meticulously, and it was attached to his computer monitor with a blank
sticky note. Barry removed the picture from the monitor and held it in his
hands as if it were worth the world. To him, it was.
He felt honored to glimpse a
piece of Julian’s artwork. Julian had captured his likeliness almost perfectly,
from his windswept hair to the freckle just under his eye. But the only thing
that didn’t match was the eyes. This Barry’s eyes were joyful, full of love and
with no hints of regret. Barry hadn’t looked that way in a long time. There was so much feeling in what Julian had gifted him.
a/n: have yall ever seen the soulmate prompt where it’s like “the song that’s stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too”??? well thats what this fic is based on. its kind of confusing; i had to take a little artistic liberty; and it really, really, really sucks, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!!!
You didn’t believe in soulmates. You never had. Your parents
said they were soulmates – they had ways, reasons they found each other that
they constantly yammered on about. But you didn’t believe in soulmates. It was
luck they found each other, and luck that they fell in love. The whole shtick
of them ‘hearing the same songs in their head’ or whatever was just… coincidence. Of
course. It had to be. There was no such thing as soulmates.
Until you heard it one day.
Rise up… when you’re
livin’ on your knees you rise up…
You looked around the crowded subway car you were on,
eyebrows cocked. Was someone playing their music too loud? So loud that you
could hear it? You couldn’t recognize the song, so it certainly wasn’t coming
through your earbuds. A quick glance around the cabin rewarded you with no
answers; the other people in the immediate vicinity didn’t have any earbuds in
or headphones on. Your eyebrows screwed up in the middle of your head and you
leaned back, trying not to show both the confusion and the annoyance on your
face. What the fuck was happening?
Another line came seconds later.
Tell your brother that
he’s gotta rise up… tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up… when are these
colonies gonna rise up…
Summary: In a world where everyone’s first words to their soulmate are tattooed on their soulmate’s forearm, you are cursed with the vaguest, most simplistic tattoo in history. And you hate the word “hey.”
Genre: Fluff + Soulmate!au
A/N: This is my first fic for an anime and I’m not even an anime blog (whoops lmao) but I saw @lazyhaikyuu’s post and I just couldn’t help myself!! Enjoy the 2.8K words :)
You’d think finding your soulmate would be difficult, since there’s only one of them and over seven trillion people in the world. Thankfully, God decided to take pity on his creations, and gave each person the very first words their soulmate would say to them. It was always in their personalized handwriting and the color that best describe them, decorating the wrist of your dominant hand. And, if you touch it after you meet them, you can send them your emotions, even thoughts if your connection is strong enough.
And that’s all fine and dandy - except it isn’t.
Because Lance McClain, the fun-loving guy with groan-inducing puns and pick-up lines that never work, who’s six-foot one with a good attitude and a hundred friends, has the words “Don’t fucking touch me, asshole” scribbled in messy red letters on his left wrist.
Keith rolled his eyes, pausing in front of the mirror to stare at the words that had appeared just under his collarbone on the left side. The words were void of any context and thus lost all their meaning, either way though Keith didn’t think that ‘oh shit, who has a mullet these days’ was the best thought for his soul mate to have when they first met. He figured he’d have to keep an eye out for people that were looking at him with mild disgust because they might be the person he was meant for.
If you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well and you swear the moment you see your soulmate you will choke them because you just woke up with your hair colored like a rainbow and it’s your first job interview at a prestigious company what the fuck.
A/N: This is not beta read, so sorry if there are any mistakes. (Title from the Bob Dylan song Tangled Up In Blue, though it doesn’t really relate to the fic (just thought it fit as a title). Also I’m a photoshop n00b so sorry for the crappy hair edits.)
The first time it happened was when Dan was eight. At that age he only knew of one other person that it had happened to before, she had been lucky though as her hair colour had changed to a sensible colour, he however hadn’t been so lucky. One day he had woken up with bright yellow hair! His parents had gasped when he walked into the kitchen that morning.
➮ summary: soulmates were a natural phenomena, and no one had an explanation for the mysterious occurrence in humans. During puberty a child’s senses change. Colors begin to develop and touch heightens, but with this a soulmate feels most everything the other does. pain being the worst.
Y/N struggled with pain.
her soulmate seemed to injures themselves at least once a year, but one year she ends up being the one who injures herself.
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Everything hit in a steadfast upheaval, creating a strange tingle in the fingers of Y/N down to her toes. The strange feeling of numbness suddenly gone and in a flash of white light turned into something exciting yet unnerving. The senses were enlightened from their dull stage and brought anew into the world at the peak of puberty.
The strangest thing was that scientist never understood this phenomena, it just seemed like a natural occurrence with no true meaning.
Now, it’s understood as soulmates. A topic so unheard of in ancient times that they dismissed it. Every child when they first came to puberty were delved into their true senses, and when they met their soulmate they would sparkle even greater.
A world where it was black and white and painless. Then primary colors would fade in, the soft tickle of pain fading in by puberty. These feelings would brighten ten-fold when met with a soulmate.
Y/N, was one of the not so lucky students who had yet to hit puberty. Most of the kids in her class had already been able to see the basic colors and switched into new classes to compensate for their growth.
Everyone has a soulmate, she was always told, although their status of life was the problem. If a soulmate was dead, the other would never be able to experience feelings like the others and kept in the lower class until graduation.
That was what Y/N was worried about.
At lunch she looked around the cafeteria until her eyes landed on F/N. She sighed loudly and her friend perked up, a pitying look on her features.
“It’ll come, you’re just a late bloomer,” she whispered, Y/N’s eyes rolling instantly before laying her head down on the hole filled table. She was one of the first in their class to know she was destined to have a soulmate, possibly find them and live happily ever after. F/N’s timid hand stroked Y/N’s hair and she moved with her touch.
“I’m just so tired, I want to know…” she groaned, turning back to her friend.
“We all do,” she was silent a moment, “I think it’s harder knowing you have a soulmate but never being able to meet them,” she sighed, turning away as well, the table turning into a pity party for a couple of pre-teens.
At the end of the sixth grade, Y/N had finally gained the ability to feel and see in color, but one thing she had totally forgotten was the developing feelings of both hers and her soulmate. She felt everything, from small touches to painful scrapes; anything and everything that could happen, seemed to happen to her soulmate.
In the seventh grade, Y/N’s soulmate broke their leg and there was no medication for something that wasn’t your own pain, so for an hour and a half Y/N was in agonizing pain, shriveled on the floor of her English class until she was escorted out and to the nurses office.
It happened often that kids would go to the nurse because of soulmate pains. So the nurses became very callous towards students claiming that they were in pain, but with something so obvious they weren’t ones to turn them away.
As soon as Y/N entered, they laid her down, hoping the pain would end soon.
Another time in the ninth grade, her soulmate seemed to have a pleasant night because her hips were aching and her head felt like it was going to cave in. She thanked the gods that he hadn’t done it since. Her head still ached often times, but she suspected them to be migraines.
It was just instances where having a soulmate felt undesirable, but when she laid in bed at night, wondering if they’d ever meet, she didn’t regret the times they had already shared.
Senior year came and she felt like everything was going great. As of yet, her soulmate hadn’t gotten themselves into any terribly painful events. Sometimes at night she felt them rubbing circles on their palm to soothe you to sleep. She felt as if this person was a close friend, but it was strictly physical, no communication, no feeling of companionship, but there was something.
Y/N had joined a local theater group that year that was steadily gaining popularity within the community. A few hundred people came to the evens and her solo performance for the play was up. Her nerves re-awoken and her thoughts dreaded the moment as you walked onto the stage, setting into her song.
She moved forward, a lovely tune on her lips as she walked forward with a slight misstep that caused her to fall off the stage.
The whole room gasped when they saw Y/N fall off the stage; twisted ankle and unbearable pain. She prayed her soulmate for her soulmate who had to go through the same pain.
In the theater, a loud ‘ow!’ echoed throughout the whole room, reigning attention to them as well, besides those helping Y/N with her leg.
The crowd still sitting rose an eyebrow at a dark haired boy who clutched his ankle in pain, although no sight of injury was in sight.
They gasped again before half of them crowded him, their words jumbled together and no one could make any sense of it. The only understandable things they said were “soulmate” and “there”. The fingers pointed, and as the paramedics came to dope Y/N up, he could finally feel the relied as your pain stricken face relaxed.
They brought her onto a gurney and called for any relatives or friends who would like to accompany them to the hospital. He walked forward, standing at Y/N’s side and whispered, “I’m her soulmate, Lee Donghyuck,” he explained, his eyes steely as he gripped her hand tightly.
“Alright kid, let’s go,” one called, rolling the gurney over to the ambulance and started it up to head for the hospital.
Donghyuck wasn’t able to see her for an hour or so until the doctor nodded him inside. She was laying in a bed, ready to be released when her parents arrived from out of town. He pulled out a chair, smiling lightly at her.
“Hey, I’m your soulmate,” he whispered.
“Hey, guess what.” He looked to her quizzically. “I’m your soulmate, too,” she laughed, shifting so he could look at her better.
They both noticed at that moment that there was so much more to the world than they thought, a feeling that lingered in the air they had never noticed. Donghyuck smiled softly, and so did she, holding her hand out for his. He held it tightly, like he had at the theater, although this time it wasn’t so serious. He played with her fingers, looking up from them and whispered, “Let’s get to know each other.”
Hey so I wrote a little thing because I couldn’t stop thinking about Cassian. I did the aging soulmate idea, but for a better flowing story I bumped the age up to 25, like that Justin Timberlake Movie.
Summary: When you turn 25, you freeze in age until you meet your soulmate.
Life in the rebellion was busy. Busier than some could ever imagine. Depending on who you were and what you did there was a multitude of missions, tasks, and assignments given to you that took up a varying amount of your time. It was a sacrifice you were willing to make for the sake of doing what’s right. Growing up watching the Empire grow in power, crushing any resistance to their authority by oppressing those too weak to fight back; you had an obligation.
Sure some may have been in the fight for longer but that didn’t diminish your importance. Being a lower level officer within Rebel Intelligence forced you to meet and interact with so many people you knew you’d never be able to keep track of if you ever met them.
Them being your soulmate. The word made you cringe whenever you said it. The idea that someone out there in the world was the only person for you, connected for life? It sounded as ridiculous as an all powerful force connecting everything in the universe. You weren’t much for fairy tales and such nonsense, but being stuck at 25 for years made you have to at least, on some level, accept that the concept existed. Before you turned 25 you could ignore it, you knew people of varying ages, you still aged at the time, you could just pretend it didn’t really work the way people said it did.
So when you started to show little signs of aging you didn’t think much of it at first. Slowly your still youthful face gave way to something more mature and structured, but you thought, hey, maybe my weight’s just acting up, fluctuating weight does weird things to the body after all. But people started noticing, and commenting.
Someone would come back from a mission after a while of being gone, and they’d tell you that you looked different despite that you hadn’t changed a single thing about your appearance. Friends would eventually start telling you that you looked older, demanding to know who it was, why hadn’t you told them about it, why would you keep your soulmate a secret. They, quite literally didn’t believe you when you said you hadn’t met your soulmate. So they started to theorize who it could be on their own. You let them, it gave them something fun to do in a job with a rather large absence of fun or joy. But the truth was, you didn’t really notice until you visited family for the first time in years.
There aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous. He’s spent the past couple of years on and off various stages, filled with screaming fans, all chanting his name, loud and adoring. He’s done countless interviews, some even on live, national television, never faltering over his words, answers meticulously planned out, smooth and steady. He’s signed countless autographs, taken just as many photos, and even when he sat in his label’s studio, waiting to see how high up on the charts his single made it, he didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable. It’s all been unbelievably fun. No, there aren’t many things that make Harry Styles nervous.
“Don’t umm don’t get on the bus, come inside.” Louis blurted the words out, speaking quickly.
Harry looked startled.
“Just. Look I don’t know if I want..” Louis scrubbed his face with his hand. “I’ll pay for your time. Just come in.”
Harry stepped away from the bus stop and the bus sailed straight past.
“What’s umm what do you guys make these days?”
Harry shuffled his feet. “Depends. Like two hundred an hour.”
Louis hummed. “Reasonable.” He gestured towards the hotel. “Come up for a drink or some room service or something.”
Harry scraped the toe of his already scuffed boots on the floor. “You don’t have to do this, I feel like… like you’re a nice person who feels bad but it’s fine. I get it. You don’t have to make it up to me.”
Louis stared at Harry. It’d been so long since he’d even spoken to a guy let alone hung out with one. He’d enjoyed the banter and the flirting.
“Come up.” Louis’ voice was soft.
Harry’s face bloomed into a smile. “Ok.” SEX WORKER AU, FAKE/PRETEND RELATIONSHIP
Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don’t.
“I’m not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I’m your publicist.”
“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don’t. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He’s amazed that couch is as clean as it looks. ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS
“I want your help.” “Are you sure validation isn’t the right word?” Harry frowns. “Because, Louis, my professional opinion won’t change just because you’re being nice.” “I don’t want your professional opinion on my work to change. I wanna do better work, so you and everybody else can have a new opinion”, he states simply.
Or: the one in which Louis Tomlinson is a cliched rock star, he’s got everything except for love. But then he meets Harry Styles; the man that, against all odds, saves him in every way a person can be saved, even when Louis didn’t know he needed saving in the first place. FAMOUS/NOT FAMOUS, READ THE TAGS
“I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet. He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.
There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever one answer.
“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds normal. “Why not?”
AU in which Louis hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new beginnings are only possible when something ends. FRIENDS TO LOVERS
Said problem lies entirely in the fact that he can’t seem to avoid Harry Styles, The Ex-Boyfriend That Broke His Heart and World Famous Popstar Sensation. Everything is only made more complicated by the fact that he doesn’t really want to avoid Harry either, even though they’re supposed to mean nothing to each other.
Another tiny problem may also be that Harry has no idea that Louis has a daughter now.
Louis is slowly caressing the baby’s cheek. He’s looking into bright green, wide eyes, which seem to look at Louis in wonderment. Louis picks the baby’s hand into his and holds it. He looks at it and then at Harry, who starts to chuckle with his cute baby voice.
When Louis is just a small child, he meets a chubby baby named Harry. He doesn’t realize that he meets the same boy over 20 years later and finds his soulmate. SOULMATES
I know how weird soulmate AUs can get, with things like “their name is on their skin” or “first phrase they say” or something like that, or it’s a countdown on their wrist or something
But it’s usually before you meet them, then the symbol disappears (or changes color or stays)
So the thing is, I don’t like the idea of languages and words and names. People can CHANGE their name. There’s too many alphabets, writing scripts, and who knows - what if you meet your soulmate, and years later, they turn out to be a huge bag of dicks? You have a hated person now on your skin, more permanent than any tattoo. Rip.
So symbols. But you’d need a different symbol for every person, and even then, how would they know who their soulmate is if they don’t match?
Each soulmate pair/cluster has their own symbol.
The symbol is actually based on where they were born, and when. A combination of all of them, to make a unique symbol, that combines all of them together.
That sounds complicated, but don’t worry - I’ll draw a diagram on how these symbols work here in a sec.
But basically, you know you’ve met your soulmate because the symbols are exactly the same on both of them.
“But Hail! What about people who are born in the same place/time?”
They and their soulmate have their natal chart combined into one. No two/three/four+ people have the same symbol as another soulmate pair/cluster, because it’s really, really unlikely a couple/cluster will share their birthday/birthplace with another.
However I wouldn’t be surprised if that DID happen, a very very rare anomaly that’s only happened a couple times in history. Funny things like that happen in this world, doesn’t it? So I mean. I’m not going to eliminate the very minuscule possibility of it happening, when it’s cuter - and sillier - for such a never-before-seen thing to be possible.
Imagine that news article. “Couple finds other couple that have nearly identical soulmate symbols.”
A soulmate au where whenever you have a crush on someone, hearts will appear around you, in your pocket, on your bed, in the drawer, etc, and the hearts will increase whenever you’re near the person that you have a crush on. The number of hearts that appear also depends on how strong the crush is, and the color the hearts have different meanings – for example, light purple is nostalgic, dull yellow is jealousy, red is passion, etc.
A/N: I’m finally off hiatus! Feel free to send in requests my box is so dry
After you saw Kim Yugyeom, the hearts wouldn’t stop.
You’d had crushes before, but this was almost ridiculous. You had to pick the small folded pieces of paper out of your hair multiple times throughout the day, clean your pockets out, and sweep the floor around your bed daily.
And you hadn’t even seen him in person. You’d only seen him in photos or videos through the Internet. It had started when you had stumbled across some videos by a group called Got7. The seven boys had captured your heart, and it showed. Hearts popped up everywhere, no matter where you were or what you were doing.
You were fairly sure that you weren’t the only person who had that happen, since Got7 were a fairly popular group. There would surely be countless fans who loved Got7 and Yugyeom in the same way you did.
What made these hearts really special was that you could see when the boys found someone they liked. Jaebum had been the first, with his hearts overflowing his pockets on an award show when he had been standing next to a very pretty female idol. BamBam was quick to follow, and since then, all of the boys had hearts show up at some point around them when they saw someone they liked.
Every one of the boys, that is, except Yuygeom.
No one quite understood why. Some people thought that he was exceptionally good at hiding them, or that he was crushing on some international pop star across the world, and they just didn’t show up as frequently.
But Yugyeom was quite certain he’d never had a crush on someone before. He would a felt it, or seen it, or something. When BamBam was complaining about having to dispose of the hearts he got around various female idols, Yugyeom secretly wished he could have a problem like that. In his mind it wasn’t even a problem. He wanted to have a crush on someone, but wherever he looked, he couldn’t find someone he thought was just right for him.
Because of this lack of hearts, people at fansigns were always hoping to be the one who caused Yugyeom to show his hearts for the first time. And every time that didn’t happen, Yugyeom had to deal with disappointed fans.
This happened with both Korean and international fans. Every time Got7 went abroad, Yugyeom hoped that some hearts would appear, but alas, none did.
You knew that your hearts would be overflowing when you arrived at Kcon that year. You had gotten passes to see Got7 and to meet them. You weren’t even embarrassed about the amount of hearts you had popping up around you when you got to the venue, because the floor was already littered with hearts of various colours. There were the usual red passionate ones, some pink ones for new friendships formed, dull yellow hearts that represented jealousy, and nostalgic purple hearts.
Finally, Got7 came up onstage. If you thought that the amount of hearts on the floor were too much before, now it was just ridiculous. As often as it happened, you never quite got used to the amount of love the boys received.
The boys went through their stages, and then it was time for the meet-and-greet portion of the meeting. Heart pounding, you made your way up to the left side of the stage to where Mark was talking with the fan in front of you.
You had memorized the order in which the boys were sitting. Yugyeom happened to be in the center of the line of boys, which meant you had to talk to Mark, Jaebum, and Jackson before you got to see your bias in person.
You approached Mark with a smile. He smiled back at you. “Hi. What’s your name?”
“Y/N,” you said.
Mark smiled and swiped the hearts off the table to sign something for you, engaging in conversation and holding your hand for a bit. You thought about how happy you were that this was happening to you.
Yugyeom stretched his neck and glanced down the line to the fans that were waiting. He caught sight of Mark talking to a fan, and for some reason, he felt an odd twist in his stomach. It was like he was sick. His hands got clammy and the room felt about a thousand degrees hotter.
As he swiped his hands on his jeans to calm himself down, he felt a lump in his pocket which he was certain hadn’t been there two seconds ago. Confused, Yugyeom reached into the pockets of his pants and pulled out… four yellow hearts.
Yugyeom stared at the small pieces of folded paper. He couldn’t believe they were there. He glanced back to Mark, but he couldn’t remember if the fan he was talking to now was the one he looked at earlier.
All of a sudden the realization hit him. He had a crush on someone. His heart sped up, but he was worried. He was at a fanmeet, with hundreds, maybe thousands of fans. How would he know which fan he liked? What if they had passed him already?
“Bro.” Yugyeom glanced up to see BamBam raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “You like someone.”
“No stress man, you’ll find them.” BamBam said easily, turning to inform Youngjae of what happened.
“Is that your first heart?”
Yugyeom looked up and immediately felt that same twist in his stomach. It was you. The fan he caught sight of talking to Mark. “Y-yeah, it is.”
“Wow.” You sighed. Whoever Kim Yugyeom liked was a lucky fan. Your eyes fell to the tabletop, and your eyes widened. “Wow…”
“W-what?” Yugyeom looked to the table to see it piled high with red hearts. “Oh. Wow.”
“Are those…” You didn’t dare believe it. “Are those yours or mine?”
Yugyeom reached into his pocket and pulled out a fistful of red hearts, adding them to the pile on the table. “I, um, I think they’re mine.”
Your heartbeat sped up. Kim Yugyeom had a crush. On you. You could hardly believe it.
Yugyeom could hardly believe it either, but he was still concerned. What if you didn’t like him back? What if he wasn’t your favourite member? What if-
You pulled a handful of red hearts and, somewhat embarrassedly, added them to the pile. “I- I mean, mine are here too.”
If you had to describe Yugyeom at that moment, you would have said he was the sun. The smile that spread across his face could have lit up the dark side of the room. He grabbed a paper heart and scribbled something on it, handing it to you quickly.
You looked at it and realized he had given you his phone number. You smiled back at you before a security guard asked you to move along.
You looked helplessly back at Yugyeom, wanting to talk with him more, but you knew you couldn’t at that moment. Even though Yugyeom getting his first hearts and you two finding each other as soulmates was a big deal, it was still an event at Kcon with a schedule. Reluctantly, you moved along down the line, getting congratulations from the remaining boys.
The fanmeet had never gone so fast in Yugyeom’s life. After he got offstage, the rest of Got7 surrounded him, teasing and congratulating him about his crush on you. He had to continually sweep hearts out of his hair, fish them out of his pockets, and clear the space around him.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a text notification. As soon as he looked at his phone, the floor piled up with hearts.
There were only two words on the screen, from an unknown number.
You were a very quiet person in general. You had always preferred to just keep things between yourself, and the voice in your head, that one specific voice.
By the year 2057 rolled around, everything had changed. Remember all those old stories from the past about how people pictured the future, hover cars and completely advanced technology? They were right, everywhere you go there would be cars flying around, swerving around one another in a rush to get to the place they were needed, or just wanted.
You hardly ever see people walking on the ground anymore, thanks to those intelligent scientists who never had a break from working and testing. You suppose you could say that Korea had changed, not entirely, but something had changed; the atmosphere. Neon lights still flickered here and there, blinding away your eyesight every now and then, their traditions still stood, too, hyung, noona, oppa, eonnie, they were still there, but their personalities, they had changed.
No one is ever really excited about meeting up with each other for food, drinks, or just a general chat anymore. People were gloomy, and there was no point trying to cheer them up. The only exciting thing about this change in the future was what those scientists had added to it.
Throughout your whole life, ever since your parents would tell you the rules of this ‘game’, you would be on the lookout, for the one, for your soulmate.
You remember stories your mother told you when you were younger, how people in the past always liked to dream of a land, where you could have it your own way, however you wished. They would dream of fantasies, happily ever afters, and soulmates, never thinking they would actually come true.
You’ve met a lot of people during your existence, you’ve heard all their stories about how they found their one or when they met them. Most of them would even consider you lucky, being at such a young age and not have found your soulmate yet, it gives you the advantage to explore and experiment, but you didn’t want that, none of it.
You’ve always wanted those fantasies and happily ever afters and soulmates, but no one understood why. They believed you should be doing well in school, graduate, and go on adventures and even travel the world. It’s not that you didn’t want any of that, you just wanted that with your soulmate.
So when numerous people start to tell you the same things, “I met my soulmate at your age”, or even younger, you start to worry, maybe there’s something wrong. Maybe your soulmate had fallen ill and died? No, the voices would’t keep coming. Maybe you had the wrong voice, maybe that was someone else’s soulmate you were listening to every night? No, those scientists were too clever to make a mistake like that.
Maybe, you’d just have to wait for your time to come.
Your anxiety would always mainly kick in when an important test came upon your schedule, even if you were known to be excellent at the subject, you would always worry.
This test was probably the most nerve racking one, your last one, in fact, before you graduate and are expected to get a decent job. You had tried your best, your hardest, knowing this would determine what you were able to do in the future. Except now, you’re not so sure.
Your parents would freak, you know that for sure.
“Hey..” Startled at the sudden voice ringing through your ears, you jumped a little, almost forgetting the type of world you live in. Soulmates.
“Don’t cry…” What?How did he know you were on the verge of crying?
“Reading minds, it comes with the voices..” Oh, that you didn’t know.
“Yeah, I kinda figured..” Damn it, you wished he wouldn’t read your mind all the time.
“Sorry..I’ll stop now. It’s just, I heard your thoughts, about your test, and I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” This was different, you never really had a proper conversation with him, why did he want to start one now?
“Listen, your parents wont get mad like you think they will, I promise..” You’d never believed in promises, especially when-
“How do I know that you’ll keep that promise..?”
“Because I’m your soulmate..”
Monday, the worst day of the week. You don’t understand how anyone can like this day, having to get up so early after two later nights in a row. You absolutely hate it. The worse thing; facing everyone who knows your scores. You already knew how people were going to react, “Wow, such a low score for you!”, “Did you really get that?!”, “That’s terrible, what will your parents say?”, you just didn’t want to face them in person.
Walking through the rusty silver gates, you made your way in to school. Normally, you would try to at least look decent when going out in public, but you just couldn’t find the energy today to try, so you went with a plain white sweater, black jeans and converse, going along with your messy bun.
“Y/N! Y/N- will you stop walking away from me!” You hadn’t needed to turn around to know who was calling your name; Areum, and she sure lived up to her name. She had one of those petite facial structures, fitting perfectly with her short, chocolate brown locks, and you didn’t know why she chose to hang around with you.
You and Areum had been friends since you first transferred to this school, which you gave the pleasure of giving it a nickname; hell. No one likes being the new person, you’ll be asked questions you don’t want to answer, you wont know where to go or who to talk to, and Areum was the only one who understood that. She had seen you looking lost and you didn’t want to bother anyone by ‘having the new girl ask them questions they don’t give a shit about’, so she went up to you without you having to ask. Ever since then, you’ve been inseparable.
“Sorry, A, I wasn’t paying attention..” You hung your head low against your shoulders, staring at the ground; you felt kinda bed for ignoring her.
“Yeah..I can tell. What’s wrong?” Head shooting up to meet her concerned gaze, you gave her a confused expression. You shouldn’t be surprised, Areum was your best friend, heck, your only friend, and she knew almost everything about you, and probably more about you than you knew yourself.
Even though you already knew she could tell something was wrong, you were normally bouncing up and down on days like this when the weather was beautiful, you didn’t want to burden her with your troubles. “Nothing’s the matter, I’m fine. Why’d you ask?”
“Well, whenever we see each other the first thing we do everyday is our handshake…and you completely ignored me, so, tell me what’s wrong, please..?”
You didn’t want to cry, not in front of Areum, and especially not in front of your classmates, but you couldn’t help it. Your emotions had been bottled up all weekend, trying to distract yourself by either drawing and doodling this and that or listening to music.
Again, Areum knew you too well, which is why you weren’t surprised when she pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. Tears were still threatening to fall from your eyes, but it wasn’t until she started stroking your hair in a soothing matter and says, “Tell me everything..” when they fall onto your reddening cheeks, one by one.
You had told her everything, of course, and she had made you feel so much better about yourself. Now, you were sitting in Maths, one of your most hated lessons, with no one else to talk to, as the only person you would talk to was in a different one.
You looked around the room. Sitting at the back of the classroom had its advantages; you were never really picked on, and you got to do what you always love to do; ‘people watching’, as you called it. Everyone was bored, no one listening or paying any attention to the half and hour video displayed on the screen. You didn’t blame them, it was just about how to create equations by using-
“Hey, is this seat taken…?” You were pulled away from your thoughts and as you looked up towards the new voice, all you could do was stare and take all of him in. His mop of dirty blonde hair resting upon his handsome face and broad shoulders.
“Umm..hello?” He started to wave his hand in small motions in front of your face to bring back your attention. Shit. You had been staring way to long, and now it probably turned creepy.
“Oh, yeah yeah, sure, it’s free.” Smiling slightly at him, you gestured towards the seat next to you, quietly moving your black bag so it was on the floor resting between your feet.
“I’m Seokjin.” You were taken aback by his sudden voice; it sounded quite familiar. His hand was still in the air, waiting for you to fill the gap and shake his hand. In the end you were giving in, taking his hand into your own. He was cold, but the good kind, the kind where it sort of warmed your heart on the inside, and you didn’t know how to react.
“I’m Y/N.” You were hoping that his idea of a friendly conversation would have disappeared and leave it just like that, oh, but were you wrong.
“Hey, I feel like I know you, but don’t actually know you..?” Okay now you were confused. What does he mean he thinks he 'knows you’? You were pretty sure that if you had met him before you would have remembered, especially looking as handsome as he does now.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You knew you wanted this conversation to end quickly, wanting to get out of lesson, meet up with Areum and just go home, but now he triggered something in you that got you wanting to know more. “What do you mean?”
“I’m not really sure. Like, when you said your name..your voice just sounded so familiar..Is that crazy?” He was making absolutely no sense now, and you were utterly confused. How can someone know someone by their voice but never actually have met them? Wait-
“Wait a minute…There’s one way, that I can think of, that is able to explain whatever you’re talking about..” Honestly, you didn’t feel comfortable. You had just met the guy, he was a stranger to you, and you didn’t know why you were asking him this question in particular. It’s not like you’re friends or anything, what’s there to risk by asking this question?….Embarrassment.
“What if..- Nah, it doesn’t matter..It was a stupid idea anyway..” You turned back around, now facing the front of the classroom again, and payed your full attention towards the boring display. What are you doing? There’s no way that he’s your…soulmate.
You sigh, thinking how stupid you must be to even be thinking that. You’re probably just desperate, wanting so many things with the one, knowing that the world has brought you two together for a specific reason, that you were meant to be.
However, what you didn’t know, was that he was thinking of the exact same idea.
Sheets and sheets of different papers were spaced across your bed in all different directions, your face buried in the palms of your hands. You had been given so many assignments, and they were just due in for the next day. You’re not quite sure what’s the matter with you, you’ve been acting differently, and you just connected it with the answer of 'I failed my test and I’m scared shitless to tell my parents’.
Colours were splashed against the whiteness of your papers. Highlighters and pens and pencils were scattered across every corner of your bed that were able to fill them. You were tired, to say the least, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep, as it was already 10:58. You’re normally asleep by now, but with all these assignments you can’t-
“HEY I FIGURED IT OUT!” A loud voice boomed throughout your ears, startling you, and resulting in you falling off of your bed, some of the papers along side with you. You hadn’t expected him to speak so loud, especially when he knows the voices sound like they’re coming out from earphones, and you weren’t even talking to each other before.
“Oh my god..I am so sorry. I completely forgot that it would be that loud and I was just-”
You stopped him before he could say anything else. “No no, it’s okay, you just startled me..Anyway, what did you figure out..?”
“I know who you are..” You froze. Your soulmate, the one who was meant for you, had just told you he knew who you were. How is this possible? You hadn’t met him before…at least you think you hadn’t…
“Yeah…about that…we have met. Actually, we met today, and I was right, I do kind of know you..”
“We met today? But-” Then it clicked. Everything came rushing down on you like rocks falling from on top of a cliff. That guy. That new guy that came into your math class earlier on in the day. What was him again? Sockjun? Sockjin? Sock-
“Close enough, it’s actually Seokjin.” Seokjin, right, that was his name. You couldn’t believe any of this was happening, it didn’t feel right. You had actually met the one person who was right just for you, you had actually made eye contact with him, spoke to him, touched him.
“I understand what you’re thinking right now..we just met..and we’re sort of meant to be together? It all seems so unreal.” You liked this side of him. The side where he understood what you were going through, he wasn’t pushing you into anything that you didn’t want to do, and you appreciated him for that.
“How about this, tomorrow after school, we meet up, for lunch maybe? And then, you know, we can actually talk about this face to face instead of just voices in our heads. What do you say?” Of course you were going to say yes, why wouldn’t say yes. He was perfect, everything you wanted in a guy was ticked in its own little box. Handsome. Tick. Kind. Tick. Soulmate? Tick.