summary- “au where you have a stripe of your soulmate’s hair color on your wrist and if they dye their hair the stripe changes colors” soulmate!au
a/n- !!! im sure you guys have seen this au idea before, but i still hope you like my take on it! btw it is an au, but everything is the same except that people have soulmates. BTS is still famous in this! (this gif was the closest to lilac i could find lol)
The club’s lights hurt your eyes, but that may be the liquor talking.
“How long have we been here?” you ask your closest friend, Euna, with a bit of boredom laced between your words. She only shrugs.
“Like an hour. Why?” she asks while taking a swig of her beer. You sigh and shake your head.
Recycled furniture project: I went to the reuse centre in Burlington and found three wooden closet doors, primed them, painted them, hinged them, beat them up a bit for a shabby chic feel, and ta da! Beautiful. The rewards that come along with building something with your own acrylic manicured hands are endless.
"I'd love to help you but I'm not a real fireman I'm ... no listen to me ... Lardface can probably climb back down ... please listen ... I'M A STRIPPER!!!"
Oh ho ho ho ho I do love me some strippers…
“Oh thank god you’re here.”
Daichi froze at the sound of the voice.
A hand wrapped around his arm and pulled him to the left, the opposite direction in which he had been heading down the sidewalk.
“It was my fault. Really. I knew he hated the vacuum and I didn’t check to see if the windows were closed when I turned it on,” a clearly frazzled man in a pair of mint and lavender striped pajama pants, pink bunny slippers, and a t-shirt with the picture of a shrimp on the front rambled on at the speed of light as he dragged Daichi behind him.
Daichi stared at the messy grey hair curling at the base of his neck with wide eyes as he went on,
“But he usually hides underneath the bed! Only this time, see my mom gave me these bookshelves but I don’t need bookshelves and I haven’t had the time to sell them online so I just slid them under my bed because I have literally no space for them anywhere else in the apartment. So he couldn’t fit his fucking lardface underneath there and yeah, I suppose that’s partially my fault for feeding him too much but he looks so sad if his bowl is empty for even a second and I’ve never been all that strong when it comes to my pets. I want to give them the world and I feel so guilty and-”
“S-Sir,” Daichi tried to cut the stream short, but he ignored him.
“So long story short, I spilled some chips on the carpet and I was going to just pick them up individually but I went to get the trashcan and when I came back in, I forgot where they were and wasn’t paying attention and then stepped on them and so they were all crushed and I couldn’t pick them up like that. That would take forever! And I was right in the middle of a Netflix binge and couldn’t spare the time-”
“Sir,” Daichi tried again. The man didn’t slow as he pulled him down the sidewalk in the direction of the park.
“So I whip out the vacuum and I just didn’t even think about him as I turned it on and the next thing I know, there’s this super loud crash from the kitchen and I go in there and the mother fucker knocked out the screen and escaped! So I chase after him, because that piece of shit is my only friend and there’s no way I’m losing him to a vacuum-”
“Sir, please, I’m-”
“Anyway, I found him here,” the man yanked him to a tree and finally released his arm. He faced him at last and Daichi gulped.
Oh shit. He’s cute.
“He’s up there,” the man pointed up into a tree. “Please get him down so we can continue our binge of Call the Midwife.”
Daichi glanced up. Far above their heads, nestled in the crook of two thick branches, a large, black cat clutched onto the bark of the tree, wide yellow eyes staring down at them in terror as he mewled pitifully.
“Please save my lardface, Fireman-sama.”
Daichi swallowed, “Ah… actually. There seems to be a bit of a mix-up…”
“Tell me about it. The mix-up is that a cat that fat belongs on the ground. Not in a tree,” the man said.
“No… uh… not like that…”
“Please hurry, he’s going to fall down and if I tried to catch him he’d probably break my arms off of my body.”
“I’d love to help you but I’m not a real fireman I’m…”
The man cupped his mouth with both hands and shouted up to the cat, “It’s gonna be okay, Baby! This brave fireman is going to save you!”
Daichi’s mouth went dry, “No listen to me…”
“Do you need to get your ladder or something? I mean, there are branches you could climb…”
“No… Lardface can probably climb back down…”
The man let out a barking laugh and propped his hands up on his hips, “Are you kidding? He’s never climbed a tree in his life. He can’t even get onto the counter without a step ladder.”
“… please listen…”
“It’s not that I’m a bad pet owner, okay?” the man stressed, staring at him intently. “I swear. I give him all the love he needs and I even have plenty of toys to play with but he’s just not interested in exercise. All he does is eat and sleep and maybe bat around a feather toy if I dangle it in front of his face. That’s pretty much it though, I can’t get him to-”
“I’M A STRIPPER!”
Daichi blurted it out. He didn’t mean to, really. He was going to come up with another excuse as to why he couldn’t help the man fetch his cat from the tree, but in the end, the truth made its way past his lips.
At least the other man was finally silent.
He stared at Daichi with wide, hazel eyes, hair seemingly standing even more on end after the sudden confession.
Daichi’s face burned and he pressed a hand over his eyes, wishing for a swift death to remove himself from the awkward situation.
“Huh?” the man finally said. “A…”
Daichi let out a sigh and lowered his hand to his side. He glanced down at the outfit he had donned that afternoon before heading out for a strippergram from which he was now heading home before getting snatched up by the stranger.
He couldn’t blame him for mistaking him for a real fireman. The outfit was convincing. After all, it used to be a real fireman’s uniform, until Daichi had it tweaked to suit his… occupational needs.
“A stripper?” the man repeated, turning fully towards him. “What? Really?”
Daichi sighed again, “I just got done doing a birthday party and was on my way home… I didn’t feel like changing and hauling my gear around so I just left it…”
“A stripper?” he said again. “Are you sure? Are you just trying to swerve me?”
“Yeah, like you just got done with a long day at work and you don’t have the energy to help me so you’re making up a lame excuse-”
Daichi reached down, grabbed the thick fabric of his pants and then yanked it forward. The buttons on the sides of the legs unclasped and he ripped the clothing off of his body.
The man’s eyes widened impossibly further as he stared down at Daichi’s tight, short, boxer briefs.
He dropped the pants to the side.
“Believe me now?”
Daichi closed his eyes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
“Oh my god. Oh my god, this is great.”
Daichi opened his eyes again.
The man clutched his stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks, skin flushed. “Oh man,” he groaned. “I wish I had a friend other than my stupid fat cat to tell about this…”
Daichi scowled, “Are you done?”
He giggled for another minute before controlling himself once more. He cleared his throat, eyes flickering back and forth between Daichi’s exposed thighs to the tree trunk.
“Sorry,” he finally said. “Uhm… okay. Sorry I bugged you. I’ll… I’ll let you get home then…” He snorted again and then turned to the tree. “I’ll find out how to get him down on my own, I guess.”
Daichi watched him for a long minute as he started talking to the cat.
“Okay, so listen,” he said with complete confidence. “If you come down right now, I will buy you that one tuna you really like. And I’ll put it in that one bowl with the little fishes on it and then I’ll carry you around the apartment on a velvet pillow.”
The man’s face brightened and he smiled wide, “I’ll even share my pillow at night! I know you like mine better than the three I gave you. Oh, and I’ll stop buying collars with bells on them. I know you like to pretend you’re sneaky when you sneak into the bathroom when I’m bathing.”
Daichi was speechless.
He really couldn’t believe it.
He was standing in the middle of a public park in a shimmery pair of flaming underwear in mid afternoon and he was surprisingly not the most pathetic person in the vicinity.
This poor guy.
He barely knew him…
No, scratch that. Daichi didn’t know him. But it was clear as day, even without his multiple confessions, that that cat was this man’s only companion.
And there was just no way he could leave him alone.
“I’ll bet a dog chased you up there, huh?” the man said. “Okay. I’ve got an idea. I’ll find that dog and throw him up into the tree with you, then he can chase you back down. How does that sound? Was it a Rottweiler? A Pomeranian? Border Collie? Alaskan Malamute?”
Daichi let out a deep sigh and picked up his pants. He snapped them back onto his legs and then approached the tree.
“Stand back,” he commanded.
“Eh?” he stepped back. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m going to climb this tree,” Daichi stretched his neck from side to side and cracked his knuckles.
“Oh you don’t have to do that. What if you fell and hurt yourself? Your stripping days would be over.”
Daichi scowled, “Shut up.” He grabbed a low branch, tested its strength, and then pulled himself up onto it.
“Wait! You don’t have to do this! I… I can do it!” the man rushed up behind him, reaching his hands up worriedly. “It’s my cat, so I can-”
“Just let me rescue your pussy and we can go our separate ways like God intended.”
“Well, actually, I don’t believe in God. I mean, I used to. I was raised Roman Catholic, if you’ll believe it,” he laughed awkwardly. “But then, when I was twelve, I prayed that my cat Luffy would live through his operation. But unfortunately, he didn’t survive. I was heartbroken, as one might expect.”
Daichi furrowed his brows and pulled himself up to the next branch.
“So then, after that, I just didn’t really believe in him anymore. I mean… he is supposed to be this really loving, benevolent being, right? But he didn’t answer my prayer even though I was a really good kid. Like, I got good grades and I never did anything bad and I went to church on the weekends… oh but anyway. I wouldn’t necessarily call myself an atheist-”
Daichi tried to zone the mindless rabble out as he climbed, eyes centered on the cat directly above him as it meowed against the bark. But the man’s voice rose to follow him.
“I think there’s something, you know? I just don’t think it’s something as simple as a bearded guy in the sky. I think each person has their own special force that leads them. And it’s ever changing and vast and beautiful. And praying to it isn’t going to get you things. Like… Santa Claus. I think it’s more like a guardian angel, sort of-”
“Holy fuck,” Daichi muttered.
Does this guy ever shut up?
He grabbed onto one of the branches the fat cat was straddling and hauled himself up.
The man down below quieted and Daichi thanked God- or whatever- for the silence.
“Here kitty, kitty,” Daichi called, wiggling his fingers towards the animal. “Here Lardface…”
The cat meowed loudly and scrabbled towards him. Daichi’s eyes widened as the creature leapt and latched onto his face, claws hooking into his scalp.
Daichi hissed and reached up to yank the cat off of him, but lost his grip on the tree and instantly slipped. His shoulder slammed into the trunk and then the rest of his body started to fall, he threw his hands out, groping for anything to hang on to.
“Ahh!” the man cried out.
Daichi’s hands slapped against branches, sending stinging pain up his arms. His elbow slammed down onto one branch and slowed his descent, but when he tried to hold onto it, he slipped off and continued down, legs thrashing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Daichi’s mind played on repeat.
He was going to die. He was going to die in his least favorite stripping outfit, with a cat attached to his face, in front of the world’s most talkative crazy cat person. When the police showed up to the scene, he would probably talk their ears off and Daichi would rot right there in the middle of the park.
His hand caught a branch and he held tight. His body swung forward and then his grip failed once more.
Luckily, he was close to the ground at that point and so when the other man lunged forward and stupidly attempted to catch him in his arms, they both collapsed to the grass in a virtually uninjured heap.
The cat peeled itself off of his face and for a moment, Daichi just lay on his back on top of the other man, staring up at the fading light of the sky.
“Oww…” the other man moaned again and Daichi rolled off of him.
“Are you okay?” he climbed to his knees and stared down at him.
The man sat up and rubbed his tailbone with a wince. “I’m okay… what about-”
The cat let out a wail and leapt into the man’s chest.
“CHEEKLES!” he wrapped his arms around the pet and hugged him tightly.
Cheekles? Daichi cocked an eyebrow. So his name isn’t actually Lardface?
The man laughed gleefully, tears slipping out of his eyes and dripping down his cheeks and off of his jaw. The cat mewled and purred loud enough that Daichi could practically feel the rumbling in the ground beneath him. The man sniffled and buried his face in the cat’s hair.
“I was so worried,” he sobbed. “Don’t run off like that ever again. You could have gotten hurt, or worse. What would I have done then?”
Daichi watched him silently for a whole minute, chest warming at the affectionate- albeit somewhat endearingly pathetic- display.
When the man finally pulled away from the cat and wiped the moisture from his cheeks with the fabric of his shirt, he turned to Daichi.
He sniffled and smiled wide, corners of his bloodshot eyes crinkling.
“Thank you so much! I don’t… I don’t know what I would have done without you. You’re truly my guardian angel today.”
Daichi flushed and looked away, “N-nah. It was nothing…”
“I should reward you somehow.”
“That’s not nece-”
The man rolled to his knees and stretched out towards Daichi, resting one hand down on his shoulder. Daichi looked at him in surprise the instant he leaned up and pressed his lips softly to his, eyes closed.
Daichi froze in place.
The man kissed him for a long, gentle moment before pulling away. Daichi’s lips unexpectedly attempted to give chase before he realized what he was doing and leaned back.
Daichi blinked at him in astonishment, thoroughly flustered and out of breath, heart fluttering wildly in his chest.
“Thank you,” the man said again, tenderly. “Really… I can’t thank you enough.”
“You can try,” Daichi whispered. His eyes went wide and he slapped a hand over his mouth.
The man let out a laugh and pressed his hands to his eyes. Cheekles meowed and rubbed lovingly against his leg, staring up at him with wide yellow eyes filled with trust and adoration.
The man cleared his throat and lowered his hands, smiling, cheeks bright red.
“Uhm…” he reached down and lifted his fat cat into his arms, holding him against his chest. He climbed to his feet and Daichi quickly did the same, brushing grass and leaves from his now filthy clothes.
The man eyed him meekly for a moment before saying, “My name is Sugawara Koushi, by the way…”
“O-oh… I’m Sawamura Daichi,” he sheepishly scratched the back of his head.
“So…” Sugawara said, looking away. “Uhm… me and Cheekles were going to go home and watch some more Netflix… uh… if you aren’t busy… you are welcome to join us…”
Daichi stared at him silently.
“If you want!” Sugawara rushed. “Uh… and we don’t have to watch Call the Midwife either… it’s a little depressing anyway,” he laughed awkwardly. “We could watch something you like. Like… uh… I dunno… Magic Mike?”
Daichi let out a loud, barking laugh, startling a jump out of Sugawara.
“Just because I’m a stripper doesn’t mean I only watch things about strippers,” he said, dragging his hand through his hair.
“O-oh… well, I thought so. That wouldn’t make sense, would it? If something like that were true, then I’d only want to watch things about cats and dental assisting. Oh, I’m a dental assistant, by the way. And can I just say that you have really nice teeth? Like really white and straight. Did you have braces as a kid? I’ll bet my boss would love to have your face in our office’s commercials.”
Daichi laughed again, “Are we going to go watch Netflix, or what?”
Sugawara smiled softly and then straightened his shoulders, “Yeah! Let’s go!” He turned down the sidewalk and Daichi followed. “You know, in the future, you should be a little more careful about what costumes you wear in public. What if you were dressed as a police officer and then a crime happened and you got roped into it? That would be a mess. Though I suppose it’d make for a good story. One time when I was in high school…”
Daichi smiled and trailed along behind him as he continued to ramble on, a slight bounce to his step.
And some part of him hoped that he’d never shut up.
From left to right:
Jaehee - Glasses on beige
Zen - White + silver
Yoosung - Green star on yellow
Jumin - Elizabeth on purple + shirt stripes
707 - Caution tape stripes on red
Ray - Blue flower on magenta
Rika - Blood drip outlined in black on beige
V - Solid mint
I don’t usually do nail art, but V route got me a little too obsessed with this game again….