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[februaryflowers]

a dear name

tattoo of your soulmate’s name AU + university AU

warnings: none

fluff, 2402 words, yangyang x reader

“I think you should, at least, talk to him,” you friend commented.

You rolled your eyes, sick of hearing this argument. It had to be the hundredth time you’d heard this. “I already told you, I’m not meeting another one of your online friends, Xiaojun. Last time I went out with you and Lucas, you talked about who-knows-what!”

Xiaojun cocked his head to each side, taking in your argument. “Okay, fair, but I promise you’ll like this guy. Your sense of humor is actually the same.”

You deadpanned. “Because it actually exists? Unlike yours?”

Xiaojun did his best to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “If I say yes, will you come with us?”

You looked at his face, noting the spark in his eyes that would, ultimately, not give up, as his eyes stared back at you, boring into your mind. You groaned, “Fine.”

He momentarily broke into a bright smile until the realization of what he’d gotten himself into dawned on him. “You are the comedy overlord,” he sighed, feeling ten years come off his lifespan. 

The next day, you’d reluctantly put on your coat and walked down the street to the café you all agreed to meet at. You’d just arrived outside when you’d gotten a call from Xiaojun. 

“Hello? You better be on your way,” you said.

“Sorry,” he replied, seemingly out of breath on the other side of the line. “Hendery’s busy tomorrow, so we have to work on our project today. I promise he isn’t weird or creepy. Have fun! Oh, and he’s at table 10. Bye!”

You groaned as he hung up. Maybe he actually was weird and creepy, and you’d be stuck with him for, at least, the next half hour. Trying to remind yourself that Xiaojun would never do that to you, you shook your head. Scanning the tables, you searched for the table card with the number ten on it. 

Sure enough, it was situated in the corner of the café next to a large window. A rather cute boy in a beanie was seated there, staring out the window at the sidewalk with his lips slightly parted.

You felt yourself approaching him before you could even think carefully about what you were doing. The noise of your footsteps towards him drew him out of his trance. He blinked up at you, the brown hair covering his forehead shaking slightly from the turning of his head.

“Hi!” you blurted, before suddenly going shy. “Xiaojun, uh, told me you were here. I’m y/n.”

“Oh. I’m Yangyang.”

He looked back down at the small menu on the table, and you slid into the seat across from him. It was a rough, awkward few minutes between your introduction and the waiter’s arrival. 

You’d observed his face as he’d ordered a small slice of cake and a tea, but soon enough, both him and the waiter were waiting expectantly for you to order, looking back at you with impatient eyes. With warm cheeks, you ordered your own cake and tea before sheepishly looking down at your hands.

You didn’t understand what Xiaojun saw between you two that he insisted on you meeting him, especially since you were suspicious of Xiaojun’s mysterious project. He was usually more on top of his work than that, even if he did say something about Hendery.

This was not what you expected from someone Xiaojun said you’d get along with.

“So,” you said, trying to regain composure. “How’d you meet Xiaojun?”

“Online,” he nodded, before lowering his head. “He plays one of the games I play, and we saw each other a lot. Then we found out we went to the same school.”

Of course you knew he met Xiaojun online, Yangyang cursed internally. Xiaojun’d told him that you knew that! This was a whole new level of embarrassment to him. He couldn’t understand what was going wrong.

He decided switching gears would be for the best. “Have you met your soulmate?” he asked. 

It was standard practice for people to ask each other that after they met each other. It was nice smalltalk--although a little more interesting--so he figured nothing could go wrong with that.

And maybe he’d get lucky here.

“No,” you sighed. “I actually don’t think I have one.”

His heart fell. Itching the back of his neck, right under the edge of his hair, he ran his fingers over the black ink on his skin. No matter how much he wanted you to be, it wasn’t right.

It was just something special about you, drawing him in. He never believed he’d be one to start falling in love so quickly, yet there he was.

“Oh. How come?”

“I don’t have a tattoo. And considering we’re now in college, I think I would’ve found it by now if it existed.”

“But everyone has one. That doesn’t make sense.”

You shrugged, biting back a smile. “Guess I’m just cooler than you.”

He looked at you in mock disgust. “If that helps you sleep at night, I guess.” He shrugged.

You laughed. “For your information, it doesn’t prevent me from getting enough sleep. You should try it sometime.”

“If you’re cool, I don’t wanna be that. Xiaojun said you crash without taking a nap.”

You feigned annoyance. “That was one time after a stressful exam, and what does he know? He said he’s doing a project now.”

“He’s clearly bad at time management, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt.”

The two of you quieted down as the waiter returned with your drinks and cakes. Yangyang quickly dug into the miniature cake in front of him, and maybe now you finally understood why Xiaojun decided to introduce you two.

Little did he know the storm it would create. 

A month or two later, and you could barely imagine life without Yangyang. He was your constant companion, so much so that Xiaojun was conflicted over whether he should’ve felt proud or replaced.

You’d seen each other practically every day since you’d met, always laughing about something, so when you didn’t answer his texts or calls and didn’t show up to class, he was especially concerned.

“Wait up, Xiaojun!” he exclaimed as he caught sight of the former walking to class.

“Oh, hey, Yangyang. Something wrong?” he replied, cocking his head to the side as he waited for him to catch up.

“Have you seen y/n? We were supposed to get lunch before class, and none of my calls seem to be going through.”

“You seem awfully concerned. More than usual.” Xiaojun raised an eyebrow, casting a look of suspicion at Yangyang.

He scoffed. “It’s not like that. It’s just that it’s better to annoy you with someone else.”

“Find Ten, then.”

“But you like y/n a lot more than Ten. It’s better to annoy you with someone you like.”

Xiaojun hummed. “Y/n is sick. We went out for dinner and, well, food poisoning.” 

“You...went out for dinner?” Yangyang mumbled, not even realizing he’d said something.

“Yeah,” Xiaojun drew out. “Every Thursday.”

“Huh?”

Xiaojun rolled his eyes. “Whatever, never mind. Y/n’s at our place. I’m sure a visitor who isn’t me would be appreciated, though.”

“You live there. You’re hardly a visitor.”

He shrugged. “I gotta get to class, though. See ya.”

Yangyang watched Xiaojun curiously as he headed towards the large building in front of them. He never realized just how much time you spent with Xiaojun, or how close you were.

He told himself he wasn’t jealous. Not at all. You were just friends.

But he couldn’t stop the burning in his chest, and at once, he started towards your place. Your shared place with Xiaojun.

It was a nice two bedroom apartment nearby. You’d hung up a sign reading “Xiaojun & Y/n” on the front door. Yangyang never realized how annoying that sign was until he stood outside your place, waiting for you to answer.

He knocked on the door, shifting uneasily on his feet, unusually out of character for him. You shuffled towards the door, pulling the blanket further over your body before opening the door.

“Yangyang, what’re you doing here?” You blinked at him before jumping backwards, beginning to push the door shut. You were wearing pajamas and a fuzzy blanket, and you probably looked awful. You were sick, after all.

He was quick though, catching the door before it could lock. “Xiaojun said you were sick and I thought you could use some company.”

“It’ll probably be gross. You should leave.”

“Gross doesn’t deter me. You should see who I live with.”

“It’ll probably be boring. No scheming is gonna happen today.”

He invited himself in, seating himself on your couch. “Okay, no scheming.”

You kept your distance, sitting on the other side of the couch and your eyes trained on the show you were watching. You could normally laugh about whatever or sit in silence comfortably, but today was just strange. It was so peculiar. You sensed he wanted to say something else, but the air was just so tense.

“Are you avoiding me because you think you’re gross?” he asked, finally speaking up, though you could sense that that still wasn’t it.

“First, I’m sick, so, yes, I feel gross. Second, no--er, maybe.”

“You act like we haven’t seen each other in worse states,” he laughed. “Remember after that exam yo--”

“We do not need to relive that,” you interrupted.

“My point is, you don’t need to sit over there because you’re sick, and it’s not like you’re gonna infect me with your food poisoning.”

You warily scooted over, allowing your head to fall back against the cushions as you continuously blinked at the screen. “I don’t know about this Yan--”

“It’s fine.”

Resting against Yangyang’s shoulder, he turned his head towards you with wide eyes. This wasn’t what he was expecting, but now that you were here, he couldn’t get enough. 

He was warm, so warm and cozy. Your eyelids got heavier and heavier by the minute, and no matter how hard you concentrated on the episode, you couldn’t help your fatigue. You closed your eyes, caving in, allowing your head to tilt to the side. 

Gently nudging your body, he moved you into what he believed was a more comfortable position. Your head rested in his lap as he carded your hair with his index finger while he scrolled through the channels. 

He found something interesting enough and glanced down at your sleeping figure. He’d have to figure out some explanation for this, but that was future Yangyang’s problem. Present Yangyang wanted to just sit with you.

He continued to run his finger through your hair, mindlessly. It’d become mechanical, and that was why Yangyang had to do a double take. 

Separating the hairs behind your ear just a little more, he’d found something rather curious. A smooth black line lay underneath your strands of hair, hidden behind your ear. 

He figured out what it was pretty quickly. 

His heart beat out of his chest as his fingers froze behind your head. What if it said something he didn’t want to see?

He let out a shaky breath. He was being irrational. What happened to cool and calm Yangyang? He just went out the window whenever you were involved.

Carefully, he let his fingers slide back behind your head, slowly separating your hair to reveal the dark lines of fate once more.

He reached up, feeling the tips of his hair right above his neck. Laying his hand over his tattoo, he closed his eyes.

Yangyang.

Y/n.

What was he going to do now? Surely, he should tell you. But how--

“Did I fall asleep?” you muttered blearily. 

“Yeah,” Yangyang said, trying to hold in his laugh.

You lifted your head from his lap before going wide eyed. “Did I fall asleep on you?”

“Kinda, but it looked uncomfortable,” he said, giggles interrupting him every now and then.

You nodded blankly, trying to refocus your foggy mind on the screen in front of you. “Is Xiaojun back? I asked him to pick some things up on the way back.” Yangyang shook his head, his mouth quirked to one side. You observed him before thinking for a moment. “Is something bothering you? If you don’t wanna be here, you can leave,” you said quietly.

“What? No!” he said, a little too loudly. “I--uh--just have a lot on my mind.”

“Hm?”

“Well, like -- have you ever looked behind your ear?”

You scoffed. “Huh?”

“You have a tattoo there.”

“Wha--oh.”

Your heart sank, but at the same time, it wouldn’t stop racing in you chest. What if it was something you didn’t want to hear?

“And?” You closed your eyes, bracing for impact.

“Either you adore me so much that you got a tattoo of my name, or--”

“You’re soulmates,” a new voice interrupted.

You glanced up at the door, staring at Xiaojun with your mouth wide open. “What? How’d you know?”

“Y/n, we live together and you fall asleep way more than you realize.”

“So you poke through my hair while I sleep?” you quipped.

Xiaojun cringed. “This was a mistake. I thought you were sick."

“I am, but maybe some scheming is in order, now.”

“Like our first date,” Yangyang interjected. “I mean--if you’ll let me.”

You smiled brightly, noting the pink tint uncharacteristically appearing on Yangyang’s cheeks. “I’d love that. But maybe when I’m not sick anymore.”

“I was just gonna say we could stay here and watch a movie, or something. No time to waste.”

“You are not having your first date in our living room!” Xiaojun exclaimed.

You laughed. “Sounds good, Yangyang.”

He snickered as Xiaojun went to the kitchen, muttering about how all his work had all gone down the drain. As you rested your head back on his shoulder, you sighed contentedly, happily watching Yangyang find movies. You always had a good time with him, and this would be the start of something new, but familiar and wonderful all the same. 

“By the way, where’s my name?” you asked.

He brushed the hair behind his head, resting his hand over his neck. You scooted over, looking at the elegant black lines of the name on his skin. 

Y/n.

Yangyang.

Soulmates.

Just as it was meant to be.

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