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linlinaert · 9 months

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The last soulmate : chapter 1

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! reader

It was a friday night and the boys were going back home from practice, as they were in the van, Jisung spoke up sad

"Are we ever going to be able to find them , it has been years since we've begun searching, and still there's no clue about them" He sighs and looks up to his soulmates trying to find some comfort and reassurance. He felt minho's hand wrapping around his shoulder.

"Of course we will sungie, don't you ever doubt that, I'm sure we'll find them in this world tour" Chan said smiling, trying to lift the boys' spirit up as Changbin brought seungmin and hyunjin, who were sitting on each side of him, into his embrace, chan and Minho doing the same to Jisung, felix and jeongin, trying to find comfort in each other.

The boys were with each other for years while trying to find their last soulmate, years passed and they're going on tour in hopes to find them, and now they're at the first destination of their tour, during the concert and fanmeeting they tried to shake hands with every fan possible, maybe their soulmate is a fan and is in among the crowd, but that failed, so they tried going out and looking for them as they were sure they would feel that pull when they see them just as they felt with each other, but that failed too, and that went on for three month straight, until their plane landed in "your city name", they felt something tugging at their hearts, urging them to run and find the last piece of their puzzle, they were sure that you're here and they're not gonna leave until they find you.

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You were sitting in the living room of you and your best friend's shared apartment. His name is jack, you've known each other since you were in diapers, you've stuck in each other through thick and thin until you ended up buying your own apartment together, you literally promised each other that if you didn't find your own soulmates by the age of 27 you would marry each other, he didn't find his and neither did you. You were trying to find a good outfit for the stray kids concert your friend lucia technically forced you to go to, you were trying to get jack to help you but he refused.

"Cmon jackie please help me, you're my only hope in this cruel world" You whined pleadingly trying to faze the ever unwilling jack but he still looked at you with that blank expression on his face .

"As i said im not ganna doll u up for some boys to eat u up with their eyes" Jack said with a scary blank face, he had always been super protective over you as you both grown up he was always there whenever any boy tried to flirt with you or coax u into going in date with him he doesn't like u having any male attention on u as he says as long as you're not with your soulmate your his responsibility and he's gonna take care of it.

"Jackie baby they're not gonna even look my way--""you're way too beautiful to not look at every body's eyes are gonna be on you " You tried convincing him softly but you couldn't even finish as he starts rambling again about why you can't go.

"but what if my soulmate is there " You said barely as a whisper and he fell silent at that, he wanted you to find your soulmate and be happy but at the same time he didn't, he was afraid they would hurt you, but you deserve the happiness of finding your soulmate, he sigh .

"Ok kiddo come here we're gonna dress up this beauty" He said after taking a deep breath, he felt his heart warm up seeing your eyes shine and a small smile adorning your features.

He took your hands gently leading you both to your room, sitting u on the bed and then going to your closet picking up an outfit for you and then handing it to you urging you to change as the concert was just around the corner. You came out dressed and he was left speechless yet again, your hair over flowing through your back (yes its long and yes im feeding into my insecurity) , he knows you're gorgeous but he can't help but be shocked everytime.

You took your purse going up to jack hugging him while burying your head in his chest, mumbling a little thank you, you felt his hands wrap around you while cooing at you.

"Ok then let's go young lady or else we're gonna be late" He said breaking the hug and grinning at you, you looked up at him confused.

"What do you mean?? Are you coming?? " You asked confused, cause as you know so far he isn't coming .

"Of course dummy, how can i let you go alone" He said smiling softly at you, "so let's go" And with that he took your hand leading you to his car .

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You're currently at the concert hall with your friends waiting for the concert to begin from your seat , foundling with Jack's fingers trying to pass the time. Time went by and the concert started and even if you weren't a fan you surely were enjoying yourself, you took a mental note to check their songs later on.

As the concert went on, you started feeling tingly feels in your heart, you didn't know what was that, but you felt it more in the encore, every time one of the boys come close to your direction, and you're sure as hell that you got eye contact with all of them multiple times by the end of the concert.

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Chris' pov:

We were waiting for the concert to begin, i had a feeling that something's going to happen, and as we went on the stage I felt it, we all felt it, our last piece, our soulmate is here, I had to physically restrain myself from running to find them, and I can tell that my boys are in the same situation.

The concert begun and we forced Ourselves to get the performances right, we're trying to wait for the encore to be hopefully able to find them .

When we went to change our clothes for the encore we all shared a look, and we all understood each other, this is our last chance, we need to at least see their face, cause nobody knows if they would come to the fanmeeting after, and with that we went up to the stage, each going in different directions with the same target , finding our last piece.

As I came close to the edge the stage, I felt that sensation grow more and more than ever, and I knew they were there in the crowd, I tried to entract with fans as to not rise any unwanted suspicion, at the same time I was looking through the crowd, and then I saw her, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life was looking at me and I felt my heartbeat rise, I felt as if I could sink into those beautiful e/c orbs, I saw her face crunches in confusion, and I realized that she didn't know what we are, I forgot myself as I was looking at her and then felt someone glaring daggers at me, and then I looked for the source, only to find it's a Man in his twenties sitting beside her, when he noticed that he got my attention he wrapped his hand around her shoulders while still looking at me, and I felt a vein popping in my forehead, how dare he touch OUR soulmate, then I remembered that I am still in the concert, so I tried to calm down and look in other directions And then I went to see the others to tell them about the news.

I hope this is a good start ☺☺☺

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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Love Letters to Who

Hyunjin x Female reader

Word count: 4.9k

Synopsis: Your 21st birthday you were gifted a mysterious journal. If you thought you were shocked when you saw a reply to your first entry from someone, you just about shit when you saw words appearing on the page out of nowhere, right in front of your eyes! Who was owner of those words? Who was H.H?

A/N: 18+ ONLY! Here's our Hyunjinnie's! Only one more left! But don't fret! I've gotten a lot of really great requests while I've been working on this series and still plan to do a part 2 to Everything in it's Place so there is plenty more to come! Thank you everyone who has followed along! If you enjoy this part please give it a reblog, like, comment, jump in my an ask box, I love hearing from you guys! Thank you again! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI! Cursing/strong language, mentions of controlling and toxic behavior/relationship, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, unprotected piv sex (please use protection), coming inside. I'm pretty sure that's it. The soulmate series has been fairly tame smut wise I feel like but if I missed something, please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It had been a long day but a great one. It was your twenty-first birthday and your family and friends had been over all day celebrating with you. Finger food, cake, presents, the whole nine yards. All of your friends were gone now, your dad had left and your mom stayed over a bit to help you clean up. Just before she left she walked past the table that all your presents had been on and stopped.

“Oh hey! You missed one!” She grabbed the small gift and handed it to you. You looked for a tag with a name but there was none. You shrugged and ripped it open to find a beautiful leather-bound journal. In the corner there were small gold letters, your initials and H.H. You weren’t sure what that meant but it was a wonderful gift, you loved to journal. Your mom left and you got washed up, in pajamas and in bed. You scrolled around on your phone and made a post thanking everyone for coming and for your gifts.

‘Oh and to whomever got me the journal, it had no name but thank you so much!’ Maybe whoever got it for you will comment. You put your phone on the charger and pulled out the new journal and a fresh pen. You opened it to the first page and wrote the date.

‘Today was my twenty-first birthday. It was wonderful. My friends and family were here and I’m very thankful for all of my gifts. It was almost perfect. It would be nice to have someone to share my evening with. To curl up in bed, laugh and talk, make love, fall asleep holding each other. I guess for now, for me, it’s not meant to be. It just makes me a little sad.’ You signed your initials at the bottom of your entry, closed the journal and set it on your nightstand before laying down and going to sleep.

The next day was back to being like any other. You woke up to your alarm, went for a jog, took a shower, had breakfast and went to work. You worked all day, over your time as usual, and then went home. You made something for dinner which either meant you put something small together or accidentally made a feast. It was hard cooking for one.

You watched a few episodes of a show you’d gotten invested in, then it was time to shower and go to bed to do it all again tomorrow. You crawled into bed and grabbed your new journal to write about any small triumphs or losses during your day. You opened it and you were about to flip to the second page when you noticed writing at the bottom of yesterday's entry that wasn’t yours.

‘Not sure who wrote the first entry. It’s strange that it was their twenty-first birthday today too. That evening does sound like a nice way to end your birthday though. I wouldn’t mind ending my birthday like that too. I’m sorry they had to be sad at all on their special day. I hope they find someone kind to fall in love with so they can have a birthday like that next year. In fact, I’m going to use my birthday wish for them and wish that very thing. Whoever you are, wherever you are. Happy Birthday.’ H.H. You were so fucking confused. Had someone broken into your apartment? Why would they take nothing and write in your journal? You turned to the next page and started writing.

‘I think someone broke into my apartment! Maybe one of my friends? Nothing is missing but someone wrote an entry in my new journal. It was nice but extremely weird. Like I just don’t know why anyone would do that. Everything else about today was totally normal other than that. Maybe I should get some security cameras just to be safe. I should mention it to mom and dad but I don’t want to worry them. I’ll look into cameras tomorrow. Now I feel like the bed will seem bigger and lonelier tonight while I worry about who was in here. Hopefully I’m not gutted in my sleep.’ Your initials signed the entry and you closed the book.

Tuesday was a copy paste day which meant it was exactly like your Monday. You had checked into some cameras, at least for the door and the living room. You were so busy the rest of the day you had forgotten about your journal until you were climbing into bed again. You grabbed it and immediately turned to the second page. Just to see. Just to laugh at yourself for thinking someone broke in just to write a cryptic entry in your new journal. Just to laugh... but you weren’t laughing. There at the bottom of the second page, under your entry from yesterday was the same handwriting and while beautiful you were officially freaked out.

‘Gutted in your sleep?! Jesus Christ! That’s fucking terrifying! I think I have a theory that I plan on checking tonight. If I’m right, I might scream and burn this thing! We’ll see I suppose.’ H.H. You turned to the next page. You wrote the date.

‘I don’t know who the hell keeps-’ You stopped writing when words that were not yours started scribbling across the page out of nowhere. You dropped your pen, slammed the book closed and threw it.

“What the fuck!?” You rubbed your eyes and looked at the journal on the floor across your room. You didn’t just see that. It was a trick of the light or a long day. Yea, it was a long day and you were just seeing things. You were certain when you went and grabbed that book and opened it that it was going to be a page with a date at the top and half a sentence.

You slowly walked over, knelt down, and picked up the journal, then went and sat back down on your bed. You closed your eyes and opened it. You slowly opened them and you were in disbelief. There on the page, in the same writing from the two days before...

‘Do you see this?’ You did, but what were you seeing? More words started appearing.

‘If you are seeing this, please, write back.’ You picked up your pen.

‘I see it.’ You waited and then words started appearing again.

‘Holy shit! Okay so do you need like help crossing?’ You scrunched up your face confused by what they were asking.

‘What do you mean? Crossing what? Like a bridge?’

‘How can I help settle your spirit? Is there a message from beyond that you would like me to pass along to a loved one?’ Oh for fucks sake. They thought you were a ghost.

‘I am not a ghost!’

‘Oh no you didn’t remember that you died! Were you gutted in your sleep?! Oh god I’m so sorry!’ You shook your head and scribbled.

‘No no no. I’m just not dead. Not a ghost.’ There was a long pause before the next words appeared on the page.

‘Are you sure? On a scale of 1-10 how certain are you?’ You pressed your fingers into your eyes taking a deep breath. Be understanding. It was a super crazy situation.

‘I’m sure. 1,000. I’m very much so alive. You said your birthday was the other day too. Did you get a journal?”

‘Yeah. Did you send it? What the hell is going on?!’ Whoever was writing seemed like they were starting to freak out a bit. You tried to calm them down.

‘No I didn’t send it. I’m not sure what’s going on. Let’s try and keep calm. My name is y/n, what’s yours?’

‘I’m Hyunjin. How are you so chill about this? This is the craziest thing that has ever happened to me!’ You weren’t really sure why you weren’t freaking out yourself.

‘I don’t know how to explain it but it doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to be a scary or ominous thing. I don’t understand what’s happening or why but it kind of feels like we were meant to get these books. I don’t know I’m sure that sounds crazy.’ It definitely sounded crazy. You didn’t know this man at all why would you both get some magic book that allows you to write to each other?

‘So what do we do?’ Why in the world was he asking you? You had no idea.

‘I don’t know. I guess only one of us should use it. Since you used your birthday wish for me you take it.’

‘Well wait now. Wishing you well and me keeping some magic journal isn’t exactly a fair trade’

‘Really Hyunjin it’s okay. Besides it’s only a magic book if we both write in it. Enjoy and happy birthday.’ You signed your name, a small heart, then closed the book and put it away on your bookshelf. You grabbed another journal and made an entry in it about the magic journal and Hyunjin and then you went to bed.

For the first few days after, you found yourself looking over at the bookshelf wondering if Hyunjin was using it, tempted to look inside, but you had told him he could use it and that would be invading his privacy, his innermost thoughts and you couldn’t do that. So you left it. About a month after your birthday a guy accidentally bumped into you coming out of the café, making you spill your coffee.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” You looked at the, luckily, iced coffee down the front of you and sighed.

“It’s okay it happens.” You went to walk off and get clothes that were not saturated in bean water when he hurried to stop you.

“Wait uh... I feel terrible really. Let me make it up to you!” You started shaking your head.

“No really it’s not nec-” He put his hands together.

“Please, let me do something... uh... let me take you to dinner?” You stopped surprised. You figured he’d ask to replace the coffee and you were prepared to say no again but he asked about dinner.

“Dinner?” He nodded, smiling.

“Yes! Please! Let me take you to dinner to make up for being such an absolute klutz.” Wow. He was really cute and he seemed nice. Hyunjin had used his birthday wish for you, maybe the universe was putting it into play.

“Okay, dinner.” He smiled ear to ear and gave you his phone number so that you could make the arrangements, after you got out of your wet coffee-stained clothes that is. The cute klutz's name was Ian and the dinner to make up for exploding your coffee on you ended up being the first of many. Weeks, months went by and lots of other firsts came and went. First kiss, first time sleeping together, first Christmas as a couple.

Things started out perfect and you were so happy. Then over a period of time, you started to see another side of Ian. It started with him getting irritable and he’d do little controlling things. They were always so subtle and the way he would suggest something questionable he always made it seem like it should be so reasonable.

You put up with a lot for quite a while but after five months of it, when Ian asked you to move in and you said no, that was the last straw. You’d been at dinner and he’d quietly accepted the no while in the restaurant but once dinner was over and you were in the car, he lost it. He was yelling as he drove recklessly through the streets, narrowly missing a few cars and running multiple red lights.

You were scared he would crash you into someone on purpose out of sheer anger. Somehow you made it to your apartment without wrecking. When he came to a screeching halt out front you immediately got out of the car and bent down looking in mad.

“It’s over Ian. We’re done!” You slammed the car door shut and he started to get out of his car.

“Wait... baby!” The babies were starting and you weren’t waiting. After that car ride and the things he said, you were done. You went inside your apartment and you heard him speed off, his tires chirping. His texts and calls started right after and you just turned your phone off. He’d give up eventually. You laid out on your bed and cried, angry with yourself for letting him fool you, angry for fooling yourself.

Deep down you felt it. It wasn’t right, he wasn’t ever going to be the one no matter what you had tolerated. You knew you did what was best but you still felt the void it left too. For the first time in six months, you went over to your bookshelf that you kept the journal on and grabbed it.

You walked back over to your bed and sat down with your legs crossed and the book in your hands. You sat there looking at it for a good while. You just needed to pour your heart out and you could do that in any one of your journals but you wanted to do it in this one. You flipped to the first blank page you found and started writing.

‘I didn’t read any of your entries I promise. I just had to...I don’t know what I thought. I guess I thought your wish had come true. I met a guy and I thought the wish really came true, but it ended up being a horrible mistake. I think about you all the time. I don’t know why when we only wrote each other the one time and I know this might be strange to say but I miss you.’ You signed your name and a heart and closed the journal putting it on your nightstand, then went to sleep.

The next morning you woke up and your eyes were immediately on the journal when they opened. You sat up and grabbed it but hesitated to open it. What if he didn’t write back? What if he was mad that you wrote in it again when you said you wouldn’t? What if he thought it was weird that you said you missed him? How can you miss a guy you don’t even know?

You took a deep breath and opened the book to the last page you had written on. There underneath your entry was Hyunjin’s beautiful handwriting and you could feel a weight lifting off your chest.

‘He didn’t hurt you did he?! I’m so sorry it didn’t come true. If I’m being honest, I miss you too and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I don’t know why I can’t get you out of my head when I don’t even know you. Go to the page after our last conversation and start reading the entries.’ H.H. He wanted you to read his journal entries? You were confused. You went to the page he told you and started reading.

‘It’s been a few days. I’ve opened the book here and there to see if maybe you had written something. I don’t know, I feel like if I'm not using it for its intended purpose then I shouldn’t use it and its purpose was for me to write you. I don’t know why. I hope you’re doing well wherever you are and I hope one day you open your book and see this. Until then I’ll write to you.’ You turned the page and there was the next entry.

Hyunjin telling you about his day, and then questions about things he wished he knew about you with space left beneath for your answers. He would tell you his answers as well, his likes and dislikes. You went through, day after day, it was all always written to you.

Poems he’d read, work he’d finished, random silly things about his days that usually made you laugh and then questions. You read every page, answered every question and by the time you got to where you had written again you felt like you had known Hyunjin your whole life. You looked at the last words Hyunjin had written on the page.

‘I think we should meet.’ Your heart skipped a beat and you started to panic. Meet?! It seemed so sudden, so fast. You had only just ended things with Ian but something was drawing you and Hyunjin to each other and not just the journals. You decided there was no use fighting it.

‘When? Where?’ Hyunjin told you to meet him Sunday at eleven at the café by the park. You would get coffee, go for a walk, and talk.

‘How will I know it’s you?’ Hyunjin thought for a minute.

‘I’ll wear my hair pulled back.’ Sunday was only a day away. You panicked most of Saturday and rifled through your whole closet deciding what to wear. You decided on nice but casual, you picked a wide necked oversized sweater and a tank top with some jeans and tennis shoes.

Sunday you were walking up to the café when you saw a guy sitting at an outdoor table reading a book. He was hands down the most beautiful person you’d ever laid eyes on. Two beauty marks adorned his face, one on his cheek, the other under an eye, he had lips that looked pillowy soft, and long blonde hair pulled back. There was no way that was Hyunjin, but what were the chances of two guys with long hair pulled back showing up at the café at the same time. You slowly walked up ready to make an ass out of yourself when you realized it wasn’t him.

“Uh... Hyunjin?” The man looked up from his book and his eyes locked on you. His mouth was slightly opened and he didn’t say anything at first. You just stood there, you didn’t know if it was him or not. Finally the man shook his head and smiled at you.

“Yes! Sorry! Yes, I'm Hyunjin. You must be y/n.” He stood and leaned in to hug you as you put out your hand, then you leaned in to hug him and he stuck his hand out. You both laughed and leaned in for a little hug then you joined him at the table he’d been sitting at.

“What would you like? I’ll go order it for you.” You gave Hyunjin your order and he went inside to get your coffee. You pinched yourself as you sat there waiting to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The man that penned at least a hundred and fifty-three pages, written to you, was not only intelligent and kindhearted he was also insanely gorgeous.

It only took Hyunjin a couple minutes to get your coffee. When he came back he sat across from you and set your drink down. You had a little small talk as you sat there and you were nervous. You didn’t know why you were nervous, but you were.

“Do you want to go on a walk in the park?” You weren’t sure if he was picking up on your energy but a walk sounded perfect.

“I’d like that.” Hyunjin put his book in his messenger bag and hung it around himself. You both grabbed your coffees and took the path that led to the flower garden in the park. As you walked around you were able to calm down a little and it was easier to talk as you both admired the flowers.

You got quiet when, part of the way through, Hyunjin’s fingers wove through yours and he held your hand as you continued to walk along the path. After a minute he stopped and faced you. God he was beautiful and with the flowers and the perfect weather he looked ethereal.

“y/n I want to say something but I don’t want to freak you out.” You nodded.

“Okay, just so you know if you’re trying to not freak me out, saying that is not a great start.” Hyunjin laughed nervously.

“I suppose not.” You grabbed his other hand and squeezed them both gently.

“Go ahead Hyunjin, I’m just teasing. It’s okay.” He took a deep breath.

“I... I think we might be soulmates.” You wanted to act shocked. You wanted it to be a startling hypothesis, but it wasn’t. In fact, as soon as he said it you felt like an idiot for not realizing it sooner but not everyone has a soulmate.

“Oh my god! Of course!” He breathed a sigh of relief hearing you agree. He was worried you might not believe him, that you might reject him. He also didn’t want you to think that just because you were soulmates you had to rush anything. There was still so much to learn about each other.

You both were so caught up in the moment you didn’t notice the grey clouds making their way in. Then suddenly the sky opened up and it started to pour down rain. Hyunjin gripped your hand tighter and ran for the closest building with an awning. You were both soaked laughing, you looked up at him and saw stray wet hairs stuck to his face. You pushed them back, your fingers tracing his skin and your eyes watched as his tongue darted across his pouty lips.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You stood on your toes, wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him under that awning in the rain. Then Hyunjin wrapped his arms around you and kissed you back. It was like fireworks were going off. It was so different than your first kiss with Ian. That first kiss with Ian was when you knew it wasn’t right that he wasn’t the one, but your first kiss with Hyunjin? Felt like coming home.

On your and Hyunjin’s twenty second birthday you spent your shared day with both your families and friends. When the day was over and everyone had left, you laid in bed together, laughing as Hyunjin dramatically recalled how he reacted to the entry you had written about hoping to not be gutted. You laid your head on his chest and as your laughter died down you could hear his heart thumping. Without a word you sat up and climbed on top of Hyunjin straddling his waist, then leaned over and kissed him. Your lips parted from his only enough to speak.

“Happy birthday Hyunjinnie.” You kissed him again and he held your face as he deepened it. He pulled away breathless.

“Happy birthday baby.” He kissed you again and started running his hands down your body. They traveled under your night shirt and he gripped your soft breasts as his tongue explored your mouth. You sat up quickly pulling the shirt off over your head and then leaned back down and claimed Hyunjin’s lips again.

You started pulling his shirt up and your lips left his long enough to pull it off. You were grinding your hips into Hyunjin’s, hands gripping each other, teeth biting, tongues tasting. Hyunjin sat up wrapping his arms around you and then suddenly you were on your back under him. He pulled down his sweatpants and kicked them off as he reached into your panties and started teasing your clit with two fingers.

“So wet for me already?” You pushed at him.

“Hyunjinahh! Don’t tease!” He smiled before kissing down your neck and shoulder, the two fingers still gently rubbing your arousal over the sensitive nerves.

“No teasing tonight baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good.” He kissed down your chest and started sucking on your breasts. You wove your fingers through his hair as he kissed and sucked at your nipples. You moaned when the two fingers he had been rubbing you with slid inside you.

Hyunjin made his way down your body as he fingered you and when his face hovered over your clothed core you thought you might lose your mind at the sight of him. He pulled your panties to the side and when he started to eat you out you gripped his hair again, tighter.

“Jinnie! God yes! Right there!” Hyunjin pumped his fingers into you and licked your clit before kissing it.

“Right there jagiya?” He started sucking on your clit and you aggressively shook your head.

“YES! FUCK YES!” Hyunjin took his time. He’d mapped your body out countless times now and he knew how to drive you to the brink of madness from pleasure alone and he was going to do just that. His fingers worked inside you brushing against your g spot as he continued to lick and suck on your clit you could feel the building climax inside you.

“Please... please... please...” You plead with Hyunjin needing the release you were desperately close to. His pillowy soft lips latched around your clit again and when he hummed against you, you went plummeting into your orgasm.

“Hyu-Hyun-Hyunjinnie! Oh my god! Yesyesyes!” Your hips tried to grind up against his face but his strong hands held you down as he continued to guide you through your climax. He gently took long slow licks up your glistening cunt as you started twitching from the overstimulation.

He gave your pussy one last soft kiss and then climbed back up towards your face, your lips. His pressed against yours, so plush, as the fog in your head started to lift. You started sitting up prompting Hyunjin to as well, although he wouldn’t stop kissing you. He loved the way you tasted. Your skin, your lips, your cunt, he could never get enough.

You guided him to sit back against the headboard, his legs spread. Your lips only left his to leave a wet trail of kisses down Hyunjin’s neck and chest. His fingers threaded through your hair as you made your way down his body. When your lips hovered over his throbbing cock you looked up at him, licking your lips. He couldn’t help the shuddering breath he took at the sight of you between his legs. He gently traced his fingers down your face, biting his lip.

“Please baby... suck on it.” You nodded smiling and put the tip in your mouth, running your tongue around it and sucking like Hyunjin had asked of you. He moaned and pulled your hair up into a ponytail with his hands so he could see as you started to work your way further down his shaft. When you gagged on him, you pulled off stroking him, looking into his eyes, watching them glint from the pleasure you were giving him.

“I want you to cum in my mouth Jinnie.” His jaw dropped surprised to hear you say that. He’d never done that before.

“I... are you sure?” You licked your lips looking at him and nodded. Hyunjin nodded back and you started sucking his dick again. You bobbed up and down, using your spit to stroke what you couldn’t fit. His tip kept pressing against the back of your throat and Hyunjin thought he would lose his mind it felt so good. His breath came faster as his stomach sucked in and out.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You hummed giving your permission again to cum in your mouth and the vibrations from your lips pushed him over the edge. He whimpered and his body stiffened, as well as his grip on your hair as he started to spill into your mouth.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! Jagiya mmmm!” His head thumped back against the headboard as you drank down every drop of his cum. You licked the tip one last time and looked up at his fucked-out face, head tilted back. He took another deep breath and looked down at you again.

When he saw that sweet face of yours, his heart melted. He was yours. Always. He loved you so much. He pulled you to sit in his lap and he held your face as he kissed you. You sat there like that for who knew how long. Arms wrapped around each other, slowly, softly kissing.

After making out a while, you slid your panties off, leaned forward and gripped Hyunjin’s cock, pushing it inside you. You both held on to the other, moaning as he filled you. You slowly started working your hips against his as you looked into each other’s eyes. It was so intimate, so sensual.

“I love you Hyunjin.” He kissed you and every time he kissed you it felt just like the first, fireworks. He pressed his forehead to yours as you continued riding him.

“I love you too y/n, I love you so much...” He held you as your bodies pressed and rubbed together, sweaty, hot. You made love like that for what felt like forever, for what felt like would never be long enough. You both were holding the others face, foreheads pressed together, eyes locked on their love, their forever, as you came together.

Tears streaked your face as your trembled through your climax, Hyunjin’s warm cum filling you. He wiped your tears and hugged you closely. You rested your head on his shoulder as Hyunjin softened inside you, both of you basking in the warmth of the other. When heartbeats and breathing returned to normal you curled up together in bed. Hyunjin’s birthday wish for you had come true after all, in ways he never had imagined.

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 2 months

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Touch of Love

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Description: Explicit one shot set in the future of Pieces of My Heart. Hyunjin likes using his soul mark ability to create works of art on your body.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), soft sex, fluffy ending, explicit consent (remember kids, consent is sexy)

Masterlist | Pieces of My Heart

He was teasing you, and you knew it. It had started off innocently enough, the swipe of his fingers, the quick lines he drew across your back. The soft touches and the hard presses as he created a masterpiece along your skin. He did this often, sometimes after a massage, sometimes while you slept. Your arms, your thighs, your stomach, your back.

You knew he loved the marks he left along your skin.

The marks never lasted long, and yet when you asked him why he didn’t use paint, he just kissed you softly. You weren’t sure if it was the marks he liked, so much as knowing he caused them.

Most of the time, whenever Hyunjin got into one of his moods, you would lie down and let him do his magic. Hearts, faces, mostly random squiggles and lines that helped him gain inspiration. What Hyunjin liked drawing the most was flowers, but he found it hard with the little space most of your body provided, so you would sometimes pull your shirt off and lie down on the bed, allowing him the space and time he needed.

Most of the time, it was innocent. Most of the time he would finish, snap a photo to send to the others, and then press soft kisses to your back. Sometimes you fell asleep, sometimes he would cuddle with you for a while afterward. Mostly you would go off and do something else while Hyunjin threw himself into a new project with his creative juices flowing.

But this time was different.

His touch was slower, which usually wouldn’t work when he tried to draw with his soul mark. The dark smudges his touch left against your skin would fade within minutes, so he would normally have to be quick or at least press down harder to make it last longer. But his touch was too soft, ghosting along your skin, and far too slow to actually be drawing anything.

That’s when you realized he was teasing you.

You were in your normal position, face pressed against the pillow and him straddling your legs. His hands moved from your shoulder and down your bare back, and you couldn’t help but shiver at his touch. He let out a chuckle. His hands didn’t stop, continuing their way down over your ass and to your thighs, where he squeezed them softly through your sweatpants.

“I know what you’re doing,” You grumbled, turning your head to look at him.

Hyunjin just smiled. “Oh? What am I doing?”

“If you wanted to have sex, you could have just said that.”

It wasn’t like you were still new to this relationship. You had been together for months at this point, and had ended up in bed with each other more than once within that time. Sometimes alone, sometimes with the others.

You knew he wasn’t shy. He just liked to tease.

As if reading your thoughts, he leaned down to press a kiss to the back of your neck. “And where would be the fun in that?”

“Stop teasing me,” You said, burying your face back into the pillow.

His hands moved back up, ghosting up your sides and leaving goosebumps as he did. You could feel his erection against you as he leaned down, pressing his chest against your body. His touch slid up your arms, grabbing your hands in his and pressing them down against the mattress.

Hyunjin’s lips pressed against your ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you,” You said, your voice heavy with lust.

He took his time, rolling you over and pulling down your pants. He put on a show for you, toying with the ends of his shirt before slowly pulling it off, and you sat up to press a kiss against his chest, and then another to his stomach. His hand came up to caress the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling you away softly. You looked up at him with want, and he seemed to lose his own patience, pressing his lips eagerly against yours.

His kiss was heated, lips moving against yours like a raging fire. He pushed you back against the bed, hands caressing your bare skin as he moved down the bed, down to your bare core. He paused, looking back up at you for permission. He didn’t need to, and yet he did every time.

You bit your lip, giving him a nod.

You don’t bother trying to stop your moans when he presses his mouth against your pussy, knowing he loved the noises you made. If you tried to muffle them behind your hands, he would just pin them down to the mattress anyway.

Not that the idea wasn’t tempting.

His fingers slid in easily, the teasing he had put you through before was more than enough prep for you. He used his free hand to pull your thighs wider apart, tongue licking a clean strip from top to bottom and he pumped his fingers in slowly. Two fingers, curling them to press against your spongy insides. You moaned louder.

He pulled away occasionally to press a kiss to your thighs, where he would suck the skin until he left a different kind of mark, your skin a combination of black, blue and purple.

‘Like a thunderstorm’ Hyunjin had once told you.

He wouldn’t stop until you came at least once. Sometimes he would just stay there, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until your thighs were shaking and you couldn’t think straight. But today he was on a mission, his fingers speeding up with his mouth sucking against your clit until you were seeing stars, his name breathlessly leaving your lips.

His fingers didn’t stop until you could breathe again, slapping at his wrist lazily.

When he pulled them out, he sucked them clean while looking down at you. His hair was loose and framed his flushed cheeks, eyes dark with want. You watched him with hooded eyes as he pulled his pants off, crawling over you until you were face to face.

He pressed a soft kiss against your lips. “You okay?”

“Hmmm. I love you,” You tell him.

“I love you too.”

He moves into you slowly, still caressing your body as he does. Hyunjin’s hips roll against yours, thrusts speeding up as you begin to adjust, and once you cross your legs behind his back he snaps his hips against yours. Your moans fill the air, body heating up. Hyunjin lets out a moan of his own when you bite down on his shoulder, leaving your own mark.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.”

Your breath hitches when he reaches down to grab your leg, pulling it up and shifting himself until he hits the spot that makes your body tremble. You’re gripping the sheets at this point, your high starting to grow like a wave coming in to shore.

“Right there. Oh god, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” He grunts.

Neither one of you last much longer after that. He snaps into you as you start to come, and then his frantic thrusts suddenly stop, warmth filling your core. His body collapses on top of yours, his forehead pressing against yours as you both catch your breath. He releases your leg, and presses one last kiss to your lips before moving off of you, his dick slipping out of your pussy.

You shivered against the now cool air, and he returns quickly from the bathroom with a towel to clean you up. You stole his t-shirt since it’s still on the bed next to you. And when he pulled the covers over the two of you, you snuggled up against him for extra warmth.

Hyunjin kissed your intertwined hands, eyes never leaving yours. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

You gave him a soft smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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stray kids soulmate aus | h. hyunjin <3

a/n: eeeeeee my favorite kind of aus: soulmate aus!!! i was going to put all of the boys' pieces in the same post, but i could not resist writing more than a short blurb for them, so they are each getting their own post :,-) i'll add links to each of their names as i post these ! i'm not doing them in any particular order, but it felt right to start with the love of my life, hyunjin <33 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!hyunjin x gn!reader | requests: open

each soulmate has half a quote that is important to their relationship tattooed on their body.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hyunjin rubbed his fingers over that one spot on his collarbone. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. those words, the half of a whole, were the only tie he had to you. touching that engraving on his flesh was the closest he could come to being held by you, and he craved that comfort the most when his heart raced like this.

today was the kind of day hyunjin wished would wrap up sooner than later. he knew it wouldn’t, not when the sun had only recently risen and his day had started hours ago. days like this, full of schedules, full of practice, full of work, full of stress–these were the days that went on forever. adrenaline and caffeine buzzed through his body. hyunjin was ready to race through the day, fully aware that his limbs would ache at the finish line, leaving him with nothing to do but collapse into rest as soon as it was over.

i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into.

hyunjin had missed chan calling his name five times, forcing his eyes to turn in the general direction of chan’s whereabouts when he finally replied, “yeah?”

“we are going to the convenience store. want to come with?”

chan’s question came out as more of a suggestion, and hyunjin did not need much convincing to get a change of scenery. he caught up with his members, walking quickly at the back of the group, his feet falling on the ground in a steady beat of i remember we broke into. maybe the stress had his mind too jumbled to be down on earth. maybe he was lost in questions of what in the world the other half of that quote could be. maybe he was annoyed that he forgot to bring his good sunglasses on a day the sun was shining brightly. maybe he simply yearned for his bed and a break. regardless of the reason, something preoccupied hyunjin, which caused him to bump his shoulder against someone else’s body.

“ah!” hyunjin grabbed his shoulder.

“i’m sorry! are you okay?”

one of your hands clasped the shoulder with which you had hit hyunjin. in your other hand, you held something that captured all of hyunjin’s attention: a banana man plushie, fitted with a deadpan expression and a bright yellow hoodie. hyunjin, without registering much else of the situation, burst out laughing. you were surprised by this, to say the least. however, once you followed his gaze and saw that he couldn’t take his eyes off your friend’s birthday gift in your hand, you burst into laughter yourself. that banana man, in that moment, was the funniest thing in the world. you and hyunjin knew that for a fact when you felt your stomachs cramp and ache from the laughter. the way that you two were giggling and fighting for air was nothing short of contagious, so all the people walking around you started to believe that the plushie was top-tier entertainment. not that either of you noticed, when all of your attention was focused on something special between you.

hyunjin took a gasp of air he desperately needed. while the banana man was captivating, he looked toward the source of the laughter that mixed so sweetly with his own, and he found you. for the first time that day, his eyes completely focused on the world in front of him. hyunjin couldn’t look away, and, heart fluttering with a joy and excitement he didn’t quite understand, he smiled and savored the sound of your final chuckles. after you caught your breath, you absentmindedly massaged the point of contact on your shoulder, and you waited for hyunjin to answer your previous question. he stared at you, confusion furrowing his brow slightly, until he felt a small pang in his shoulder and remembered you two had just crashed into each other.

“yeah, yeah, i–i am. sorry, are you..are you okay?”

you nodded, endeared by his light laughs lingering in the air, the way he stumbled over words as he caught his breath, and his brown eyes. there was a pause, so you moved your hand away from your shoulder to grab your bag, though you had absolutely no intention to leave. something held you there; this moment between you and the beautiful boy in front of you wasn’t meant to end yet (or, at least, you weren’t ready for it to). unbeknownst to you, that simple movement of your hand revealed a tattoo just like hyunjin’s. the words were different, but the script, placement, size, and even the slant of it beneath your collarbone was a mirror image of the words hyunjin carried on his body.

laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s heart raced.

laughter when we saw each other.

his pulse found a new rhythm, one his mind fell perfectly into step with, as his eyes danced across each letter on your skin.

laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s jaw dropped. you looked back at the wide-eyed man, unsure as to why you telling him that you were okay after your collision was shocking news.

“i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other,” hyunjin said softly.

you heard him perfectly clear, though you weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that, so you teased him, “we did just see each other, so i hope you’d remember that.”

he smiled, another quick laugh falling from his lips as he moved his shirt collar to reveal the words on his collarbone, “i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.”

now your jaw dropped, “oh my god.”

a flurry of butterflies unleashed in hyunjin’s stomach because he couldn’t believe how cute you looked when shock and wonder filled your expression, but he managed to ask, “do you know what it’s from?”

“no, i–”

your answer was interrupted by chan calling out hyunjin’s name. hyunjin whipped his head toward him, signaled with a wave of his hand that he’d be there shortly, and returned his attention to you. you stared at his collarbone, seeing the tattooed words clearly, despite the fabric of his shirt covering them. he giggled as he reached his hand out to you, a new contact page opened on his phone.

without having to think, you accepted the phone and typed in your number, “i don’t think i’ve heard that before.”

“well, i have to go back to work, but would you be able to look it up and send me what you find?”

“of course,” your fingertips brushed against his when you handed the phone back, and you smiled brightly in response to the soft electricity.

“i’m hyunjin.”

“i’m y/n.”

he inhaled as though he were smelling freshly baked bread, and serenity washed over him, “i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

“i sure hope so, with us being soulmates and all.”

he laughed as he waved goodbye, and you laughed as you watched him walk away. i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.

unable to resist the temptation, you stepped out of the flow of pedestrians and typed those words into the search bar. Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before” popped up immediately. reading the last four lines over and over again, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach and certainty rush through your heart.

“I remember we broke into laughter / when we saw each other. What was between / us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed / over. It came out fully formed, ready to run."

this poem was, without a doubt in your mind, the correct solution to the question you had been asking your whole life. you also knew, without a doubt in your mind, hyunjin was the right person to hold your heart, after it had been calling out to someone from its first beat. you sent hyunjin a link to the poem, holding on tightly to the banana man plushie as you walked toward your next destination.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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queenmea604 · 1 year

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When someone sent you a chocolate bouquet without them knowing ( Hyung Line )

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causeilikelix · 9 months

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Soulmate AU Smut Series Masterlist

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godsmenusuperbowl · 8 months

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I've Been Looking for You ~ *Hwang Hyunjin*

Summary: Hyunjin is desperate to find his soulmate. But what if his soulmate doesn’t want to be found.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angst Drabble

Word Count: 452

Warning: Sadness and bitterness

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Ever since Hyunjin was young, he’s been obsessed with the idea of soulmates. His parents were soulmates and were still in love with each other like the first day they started dating. Call him selfish but he wanted a love like that as well. He wanted to be so irrevocably in love with someone. So he counted down the days till his twentieth birthday.

And when that day arrived, the first thing Hyunjin did was check his wrist. There, written in pretty script, was the name of his soulmate. A name he knew he was going to cherish forever. He made it his mission from that day on that he was going to find whoever had this name.

But it’s been a year, and still no luck. It’s not that Hyunjin was getting anxious, well, he actually was. But his parents met a week after his mother turned twenty. He expected to find his soulmate by now. It almost felt like his soulmate didn’t want to be found.

Until he heard about the new trainees. There was someone with the exact same name as the one on his wrist. He just knew it had to be his soulmate. So Hyunjin did everything in his power to figure out who owned the name before introducing himself. And when he saw who it was, he could just tell in his heart it was them.

So he introduced himself and showed them his wrist, claiming that he was their soulmate. Hyunjin saw that his name was on their wrist as well, and it felt like everything was falling into place. He couldn’t stop himself from hugging them.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Well, I haven’t been looking for you.”

The words hit him like a harsh slap. He jolted away from them to see their unimpressed frown. They explained that the whole soulmate thing was a joke and they had been meaning to get it removed anyways. They didn’t want to be destined to be with someone forever just because of some random person’s name on their wrist. And with that, they left, not caring that they left Hyunjin’s heart in the dust. They didn’t know that their words made him swear off love for the rest of his life.

But what he didn’t know was you had seen the whole thing. Your heart hurt for Hyunjin, as he was someone you admired and looked up to. He inspired you to become an idol yourself. And to see him look so defeated and broken hurt you. You looked down at your blank wrist, where your soulmate mark should be, wondering what could have been if his name was there instead of being an empty space.

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mleighd94 · 6 months

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To all of my fellow Stay's, I have a couple of questions for you. I’ve been thinking of writing a Stray Kid fanfic series. This would be my first ever. Would you be interested in reading it? And I am a 29-year-old female; I don’t know how old I should have the main character be. And I’d also like to make this a 0T8 poly series. So what would be a good age for our main girl?

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minhozskzwrites · 1 year

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The Sense of a Soulmate - Han Jisung | 01

Pairing: Han x Reader

Genre: Soulmate Au, Idol Au

Word Count: 3,517

Warnings: A little bit of self doubt and mentions of anxiety. (Let me know if you think of any warnings to add)

Authors note: This is my Han Jisung soulmate au that I put out as a snippet like two years ago. I decided to upload this story in chapters because it is really hard for me to continue to work on the story as I get lots of writers block. That’s why the first chapter is coming out now. So I’m hoping doing chapters will help me. That being said, please enjoy chapter one!

In a world where soulmates exist and everyone has a different soulmate connection, two remarkable people have an insanely rare connection. Most people are bound by timers that count down the seconds until they meet their other half, and others get mysterious tattoos that suddenly appear. But unfortunately for our main characters, they lose one of their five senses, and that particular sense that they lost will not return until they meet again. Han Jisung and L/N Y/N come from two very different worlds. One dominates the globe with his bandmates and comes home to Seoul, while the other lives in a small apartment with her best friend.

Our story starts on a cold November day. You’re sitting in a Café drinking an Iced Americano while scrolling through Stray Kids Instagram. Stumbling on a cute photo of I.N, you like it and save it. With a content sigh, you put your phone away while standing up to stretch your aching bones. Deciding to get another coffee, you walk up to the counter to order. After waiting for a few seconds, you hear your name called. Grabbing your coffee, you head towards the door, ready to breathe in the refreshing cold air.

Walking down the streets seems easier with caffeine in your system, and with each step you take, you seem to get happier and happier. That is until a man runs right into you. You look up, ready to curse the man out, only to stop short. The man sports a black baseball cap and a black mask, which does nothing but hide his face. You glance down at his chest and see his white shirt and denim jacket drenched in your Americano.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. I ruined your shirt!” The young man looks blankly at you for a second before shrugging. As you attempt to apologize once more, the man looks at his watch. Eyes widening comically, he starts running down the busy streets. With a scoff and a shrug of your shoulders, you continue to walk back to your apartment.

Meanwhile, Jisung is racing against the clock, trying to return to his hotel before his manager kicks his ass for walking out and about by himself in broad daylight. Turning around a corner, Jisung runs straight into a streetlight and falls back onto his ass. Han looks around, praying nobody noticed his fall. Much to his dismay, three of his bandmates stood right before him, each laughing their asses off. “Please tell me you didn’t see that and that you guys are laughing at something else,” Jisung says from his position on the ground.

“Oh, we saw it alright.” Hyunjin cackles before hunching over while grasping at his aching stomach. Jisung rolls his eyes, grumbling to himself before struggling to get up.

Reaching down to help Jisung up, Seungmin lets out a chuckle. “Han, that was the funniest thing I have ever seen you do. And you do a lot of stupid shit.”

“I do not! You’re lying.” Jisung trails off, realizing that he does do a LOT of stupid things. “Okay, so maybe I do stupid things, but me running into the streetlight is not the funniest thing I’ve done.”

“Yea,” Jeongin says, “the funniest thing I’ve seen you do was the virtual reality roller coaster. You screamed like a baby, and I thought you would pass out!”

'I wasn't!' He murmurs, offended. “Anyways, what are you guys doing out here?”

“Unlike you, we got permission to come out and get some coffee.” Seungmin chastises.

“Coffee? I’ve got plenty.” Han gestures to his coffee-soaked shirt, the boys finally noticing the large stain.

“Woah, dude, what happened?” Hyunjin inquires while lifting a perfectly manicured brow.

“I was walking back to the hotel and ran into this girl. Right, and she had a large Iced Americano in her hands. It got all over me, as you can see, and it was cold as fuck.” Han pouts.

Hyunjin begins to snicker at Jisung’s misfortune before falling into a fit of laughter, throwing himself at the nearest member who happens to be poor I.N. “Today is just not your day, is it?” Seungmin grabs Jisung’s shirt and brings him closer, taking a deep whiff.

“At least he smells better than normal. He smells like sweet, sweet coffee.”

“EXCUSE ME?! Are you saying I normally smell disgusting?” Han screams.

Han’s indignant scream causes Hyunjin to again fall into a fit of giggles before throwing himself at I.N, but this time I.N is prepared and steps out of the way. This causes Hyunjin to stumble before a slight pout graces his lips.

“Yes. That is what Seungmin is saying,” I.N laughs as he gets a glimpse of Hyunjin falling over. “You smell a lot better when drowned in an Iced Americano.” Han rolls his eyes and brings his shirt to his nose, taking a deep breath before his eyes widen.

“Um, guys? I can’t smell anything?”

“You’re kidding? You reek of coffee. Like, seriously, you reek. I’m sure the second you walk into your hotel room, Changbin will be able to smell you.”

“Jeongin, do I look like I’m joking?” Han snaps, “I can’t smell any coffee right now.”

“Maybe you can’t smell it because you’ve had it on you for a while, so now you’re used to it?” Hyunjin offers. Jisung nods his head in agreement.

“Yea, I don’t know. Anyway, can we get a move on? I want to change out of these clothes.”

“You can go,” Seungmin starts with a scoff, “we have yet to get our coffee.” Jisung pouts, his deep chocolate, almost onyx eyes shining with hope under the burning sun. “Stop. We are not walking you back.”

“But Seungmin!” Jisung whines, “I don’t know how to get back.” Jisung trails off while looking at the ground before sheepishly looking up at his friends. Sending I.N an awkward smile, Jisung gives his friend the best puppy dog eyes he can do.

“Alright! God damn!” Jeongin suddenly cries out. “I’ll walk him back. Could you guys get me hot chocolate?”

Hyunjin nods before turning to get his fix of caffeine. “I guess that’s a yes, Innie.” Seungmin laughs before bidding his friends goodbye.

Jeongin begins walking back to the hotel, a pouting Jisung shuffling behind him. “So, what were you doing that resulted in being covered in an Iced Americano?”

“I realized I needed to return, so I started to speed walk back toward the hotel. Then I heard a kid say, 'Look, mom, a squirrel!’ and I wanted to see it! So I began to look around for one, and I ran right into this girl.”

“You sure are special.” Jeongin laughs, “Anyways, we’re almost to the hotel.” Turning right, the two boys come face to face with an angry Bang Chan. Letting out a yelp of surprise, Jeongin squeaks out, “I didn’t do it!” Rolling his eyes, Chan grabs Han by his arm and yanks him into the building.

“Are you serious, Han Jisung?! What made you think it was okay to go out into the city alone, barely disguised, without permission, and without telling anyone? Huh?”

“I-”

Cutting Jisung off with a scoff, Chan continues his rant, “I’m not done! That was so dangerous, Han! Someone could’ve recognized you, you could’ve gotten stuck in a sea of fans, and we wouldn’t have known where you were or that you needed any help! What if a sasaeng followed you? Huh!? You could have put the rest of us in danger. Did you think about that? I bet you didn’t-” Bang Chan stops mid-chastise, eyeing Han’s shirt before calling attention to the large brown stain. “Why are you covered in coffee?”

“Um.. well, I ventured out to explore a little.” Chan nods, motioning with his hand for Jisung to continue. “As I was walking, I realized I needed to get back, so I started to speed walk, and then I heard a little kid say they saw a squirrel, so I kinda started to try and find it while still walking." Han drifts off.

“And then he ran right into this girl with a large Iced Americano in her hand!” I.N finishes for Jisung with a giant smile on his face. Han surges into the air at the sound of Jeongin's voice. In Chan's whirlwind of discipline, Jisung forgot Jeongin was with them.

“You’re an idiot Han Jisung,” Chan mutters.

“I know. Now can I go take a shower and change, please?”

“Let me take a picture first!” Jeongin snickers. With a sigh, Jisung turns to the maknae holding his arms out, mumbling a soft “Just take the picture.” Snapping the photo Jeongin gives him a thumbs up, causing Jisung to run to the elevator.

“I see he’s eager to change.” Chan laughs. I.N nods, a small knowing smile on his face.

“Yo, Y/N," Hwayoung, your best friend and roommate, calls out as you walk through the door.

“Yes, my honey bunches?”

“Did you hear that Stray Kids are back in Seoul?”

You roll your eyes, “Of course, Hwayoung. I only follow them on Instagram, Twitter, and Bubble.”

“There is no reason for you to be sarcastic with me.” Hwayoung purses her lips. “I know you love them, and I wasn’t sure you knew. I wanted to talk to you about their upcoming concert.”

“I’m sorry someone made me spill my coffee this morning, which ruined my mood. Could you make lunch, and then we can talk about Stray Kids?” You mumble sheepishly as your stomach growls.

With a sigh, she mumbles, "Yes. I’ll make lunch. Go and change. You have coffee on your shirt.”

You look down to see a tiny splash of coffee staining your clothes. But it is better than the guy you ran into. Looking back up, you nod and leave for your room to change.

Fifteen minutes later, Hwayoung calls you into the kitchen. Your favorite grilled cheese sits on the counter. “Thank you!” You say with a small smile as you grab the sandwich and take a bite. Expecting an excellent taste, you let out a satisfied moan, only to stop short when you realize you can’t taste anything.

“What the hell?" You scream, making your best friend jump. She turns, an exasperated sigh falling from her lips as her grilled cheese falls to the floor.

“What is it? You made me drop my grilled cheese. This better be important.”

“I can’t taste the grilled cheese!”

“That’s it? Really? You’re probably just sick. I can’t believe you made me drop MY grilled cheese for that. You get to eat yours. It’s not fair. If the roles were reversed, you’d be like The Queen Of Hearts and scream ‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD’ Seriously, it’s not fair.”

You shake your head rapidly, “Hwayoung! Will you stop?” With an exaggerated roll of her eyes and a nod of her head, you continue, “I’ve been able to taste everything else all day!” Her eyebrows furrow and a puzzled look adorns her face. Lost in thought for a few minutes, she eventually looks down at her arm, where her timer counts down. It’s the perfect reminder of her soulmate and their connection. Her eyes widen before she hurries to the fridge, grabs a soda, and hands it to you. “Uh? Why did you give me a can of soda?"

“Drink it and tell me if you can taste it.” Sending her a questioning look, you open the soda and take a sip before taking another and another when you realize you can’t taste that either.

“I can’t taste it either? Hwa! What’s going on? Why can’t I taste anything?”

“Y/N, don’t freak out, but what if that is your soulmate connection? What if you lose your sense of taste?”

“That can’t be it. I didn’t interact with anyone other than the barista. I could taste my coffee when I got it.” You sit, working through your day, trying to figure out if you met anyone else, when you realize, with a start, that you had. “COFFEE BOY!” You say with a start.

“Coffee boy? But you just said it couldn't be the barista?”

“No, not the barista. Remember how I said that on the way home, I ran into this boy? His face was covered in a black mask, and he wore a black baseball cap. I spilled my Iced Americano all over his white shirt. He didn’t talk to me or anything when I apologized. He just shrugged and then looked at his watch before running away. Could it be him?”

“I’m gonna assume it’s him if you didn’t interact with anyone else.”

“Fuck! How am I ever going to meet him again? I don’t even know who he is or what he looks like.”

“I don’t know Y/Nnie? But why don’t you sit down and try not to let it bother you? Actually, I can do better than that. Y/N, be ready to hear the most exciting news of your entire life.” Hwayoung looks off into space before nodding her head. But she doesn’t speak up again.

You blink at her, waiting for her to continue, and when she doesn’t, you speak up. “Well? What’s the news?”

“Oh, sorry. I forgot where I hid the tickets. I was trying to remember.”

“What tickets?”

“What do you mean 'what tickets?' The Stray Kids tickets.”

“THE STRAY WHAT NOW?”

She jumps before squeaking out a small "Oh shit. I didn’t tell you that yet did I?”

“Nope. But I am inclined to assume you snagged some. Why else would you bring it up?

“I did! We’re close to the stage too! OH! I put the tickets in my drawer. Come with me.” Hwayoung grasps you by the arm before you can move, dragging you down the hallway to her room. She runs to her desk and pulls out two tickets. “Here they are! And the tickets are for the front row!”

“FRONT ROW?! How did you manage to get those? Front-row tickets cost a fortune!”

“I saved up. I’ve wanted to attend one of their concerts for a few months now. When I heard Stray Kids would perform when they returned to Seoul, I knew I had to get tickets!”

“This is phenomenal!” You squeal as you grab a ticket to examine it. “Wait a second. Does this say the concert is tomorrow night? I don’t have anything to wear!”

“Don’t worry, my dear. I’ve got it covered." Taking a peek at her wardrobe, Hwayoung pulls out a black crop top with the Stray Kids logo, ripped skinny jeans, and a flannel. “Tada! Here is your Stray Kids concert outfit!”

“You know, normally I would say no, but this is perfect. Thank you so much, Hwa! For the tickets, the outfit, and for being the best friend a woman could ask for.

“Of course.”

With a slight nod, you trudge to your room before curling up and taking a well-deserved nap.

Jisung walks out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped snugly around his hips. Drops of water fall from his hair as he pushes it back, and a slight scowl rests on his face. Changbin looks up from his phone before letting out a loud laugh.

"Forget your clothes?”

"Don't say anything else about it Changbin! Not another word.”

Ignoring Jisung, Changbin speaks up, “At least you don’t smell like coffee anymore.”

Jisung nods before grabbing some clothes and disappearing into the bathroom, only to appear again a minute later.

“Do we have any food? I’m starving.”

With a shake of his head, Changbin throws Jisung his phone. “Call the others and see if they want anything, then we can order something.”

Thirty minutes later, everyone is packed into Han and Changbin’s hotel room, steaming plates of Rice, Jjajangmyeon, Kimchi, Bibimbap, and more laid out before them.

“It smells so good!” Felix moans.

“Don’t do that!” With a smack to Felix’s shoulder, Chan says, “it’s weird.”

“What! It smells delicious! I agree with Lix!” Hyunjin exclaims.

Taking a deep breath, Han tries to smell all the delicious scents surrounding him but comes up empty-handed. “Guys, I can’t smell anything.”

Seungmin raises a brow, “First, you couldn’t smell the coffee on you, and now you can’t smell our dinner? Something must be going on with you. Are you sick?”

“No, I could smell just fine when I left earlier. Unless it came on quickly? It started right after I ran into that girl and got covered in an Iced Americano.”

Minho scoffs with a roll of his eyes. Everyone turns to him with varying expressions of curiosity. “Jisung, think about what you just said. You said this started after you ran into the girl?”

“Yea?” Jisung draws out, confused. Everyone around him seems to jump up in realization at Minho’s words.

“You really can be dense sometimes. She’s your soulmate, dude, and the loss of smell is your soulmate connection,” Minho borderline chastises.

With wide eyes, Jisung shakes his head. “There’s no way! There is no documented connection between soulmates that causes them to lose one of their senses. There is no way I am one of the first people with that connection!”

Seungmin nods, “That is right. There are no documented cases. But Han,” Seungmin pauses and looks at him sympathetically, “Minho could be right. I know it’s difficult to believe but remember when Jae Hyung told me the story about his soulmate connection?”

Han nods, “He could suddenly see brief snippets of their future together.”

“That’s right, and Jae and his soulmate were the first-ever recorded case of that connection. It seems impossible, but it’s not.”

“But how will I find my soulmate? It’s not exactly easy for me to take a stroll around the city and talk to people before I notice I get my sense of smell back. And what if they didn’t lose their sense of smell but they lost their sense of touch? Or any of their other senses? How will I know if it’s them?”

“You’ll know. My mom and dad had these terrible headaches whenever they were in the same vicinity. It took them months to meet. And when they finally did, everything just clicked. My mom says she knew the moment she met my dad's eyes. It was like the world had stopped spinning, and everyone around her had disappeared. Everyone and everything was a blur except my father. It was then that she knew they were soulmates. Just like you and your soulmate will know.” Felix chimes in.

“What if I never meet her again?”

“Han, if you weren’t destined to meet her again, you wouldn’t have even met her in the first place. The world may love to play tricks on you, but this isn’t one of those tricks. You’ll find your soulmate," Changbin says sagely.

“Since when have you been so wise, Changbin?”

“Can it, Jisung. I’ve always been wise! You bring out the worst in me.”

“RUDE! But valid.” The members all start laughing, and Minho shakes his head at the change in atmosphere.

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t know you guys.”

“Me too,” Seungmin agrees with Minho. “You guys are a menace to society. How I tolerate you is amazing.”

Chan rolls his eyes, “Don’t act like you two don’t contribute to this madness. You are just as much a part of it as everyone else.

“Anyways, we have a concert tomorrow. Let’s get through that and come back to the soulmate thing after. I don’t want it to affect the performance or the fans to find out because they’ll start a riot.”

"Han is right," Chan says, referring to the fans. "They will all hate that Han isn’t their soulmate. But I think it’s okay not to put it on the back burner. Our fans and concerts are significant, but this is your soulmate we’re talking about! That’s huge!”

“What if she doesn’t want to be with me when she finds out who I am? What our lifestyle is like?” Han queries.

“Sure, that’s always possible, but what if it’s the opposite? What if your soulmate accepts and loves you for who you are and admires your dedication, love, and devotion to your music and fans? "Maybe she will understand what you do and be able to adjust to this life," Jeongin suggests with intensity.

“Jeongin has a point, Hannie. You never know. She might understand the life you live, and she might even live a life like ours. You can’t let the what-ifs worry you. If you let those what-ifs overtake you, you'll be anxious. You won’t experience the joy of the process of finding your soulmate again.” Minho voices sensibly.

“You guys are right. I can’t let myself worry. But it’s difficult, and I don’t want her to be disappointed when she finds out I’m her soulmate.”

“She won’t be. Trust me. She won’t be. I mean, you’re Han Jisung, man! What is there to be disappointed in?” Seungmin declares.

“I knew you loved me!”

“Oh, shut it.”

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onlyweknowleeknow · 1 year

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Colors of You

Changbin x reader

Genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, soulmate au maybe..?

Synopsis: Changbin never knew his favorite color, he could never quite decide. But then he saw you, and your color was imprinted on his heart—forever.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of smut, kissing, drinking, drunk people, bar setting, depression.

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“What’s your favorite color?”

The question seemed so simple, so basic and unimportant; a standard conversation starter.

It was asked whenever people met, when friends weren’t sure what to talk about, when two people were on a date, when family dinner got a little too complicated.

“What’s your favorite color?” The words brought a sense of comfort, of peace. The words, much like a mother’s acceptance or a father’s praise, had been spoken to most people since they were young.

But then again, most people weren’t fond of the question. It was too plain, too easy. There was no complexity about it, not unless you thought long and hard.

But to him, the question held a deep importance. He could never place a color he preferred over another, but that didn’t stop him from trying.

Some days, he would decide it was blue; endless blue with cold, sharp edges and the strength of oceans.

Other days, he would decide it was red; dangerous red with deep, entrancing bends and the heat of fires.

Sometimes he would decide his favorite color was purple; vibrant purple with smooth, round creases and the beauty of sunrises.

Some days, he would even decide his chosen color was green; churning green with broad, safe arms.

Blue that fish lurked in, swimming through ocean coves and streams. Red that threatened forests with big, magnificent flames; flames that made some people go mad. Purple that coated the sky, might it be when the sun set or rose. Green that offered animals home and safety in it’s rolling hills and hidden caves.

But more then not, Changbin couldn’t choose.

His opinions on colors and their various shades seemed ever changing; never ending, even.

He would often walk through the streets of his town, or lift weights in the gym, or even go out to dinner, all to find his favorite color.

Changbin would look far and wide, searching for a shade of something that made his eyes widen and his heart happy.

But he couldn’t, and when he thought he did, the feeling wouldn’t be there the second time he gazed upon his chosen color.

The mission was pointless, it was. However, Changbin needed something to ground himself during busy days, and again during slow days that seemed to drag on forever.

He didn’t like the question—quite the contrary actually—he loathed it. He didn’t hate it because of the question itself, but rather the fact that he couldn’t offer an answer to the query.

It set his veins ablaze—red—and his heart into an endless winter—blue.

His emotions often went hand in hand with color. Just as he assumed everyone’s did, but he would never ask anyone that.

He felt calm and serene, he felt like purple at times like this.

He felt energetic and happy, he felt yellow at times like this.

He felt sick and tired, he felt gray at times like this.

He felt sad and on the verge of tears, he felt blue at times like this.

He felt hot with rage, he felt red at times like this.

To him, colors brought pain and happiness, you couldn’t have one without the other.

But still, he might just give it all up to find his favorite color. The very best color of them all.

23 years. 23 years he’d waited to find a favorite color. His favorite color.

But he couldn’t.

It all changed for him one day, in the blink of an eye.

He was feeling blue and red, a cold, fiery mix all at once. He also felt green; sick and uneasy.

Maybe it was work, or perhaps it was the fact that he was on bad terms with his girlfriend, ex girlfriend now.

She reminded him of red and green; mad, disgusted, and spiteful. Unbearable, that matched her too.

He was walking the streets, head hung low as he wandered aimlessly, his muscles tense and his hand tightly clutched around his phone.

Red, blue, red, blue, red, blue.

Mad, sad, mad, sad, mad, sad.

In a fit of rage, he decide to go to a bar, get drunk, and sleep with whoever he could find. No, his girlfriend—ex girlfriend—wouldn’t know, but he would feel better. Hopefully.

And so he did, he walked to a bar with his eyes narrow and his jaw clenched.

And so he did, he ordered drinks and he got drunk.

And so he did, well, he tried.

He went through the checklist in his head; go to a bar, get drunk, sleep with a girl.

Check, check… almost check.

He convinced himself it was the spinning of his head, or the ache in his chest, but when he saw you, his heart nearly exploded.

So suddenly, almost like he had never looked at all, he had found his favorite color.

Oh yes, you were his favorite color. He knew it form the first moment he set his eyes on you.

It wasn’t your skin, it wasn’t you clothes, nor your makeup, it was you. Just you.

Why was he being like this? People didn’t really have a color, they just didn’t. But you did, and he loved it.

The feeling was striking, so sudden and intense that he almost fell backwards.

You.

You, you, you, you, you.

You were his favorite color.

Suddenly, he was staring at the world in every shade of you.

He was walking through a park, hand in hand with you. He was at work, waiting until he could see you again. He was hugging you against his chest, laughing tears because you were being adorably dramatic.

He was thinking of you. He was touching you, breathing you, living you.

He was seeing you and he was addicted.

Suddenly the question, ‘what’s your favorite color?’, had so much more meaning.

It meant you. Beautiful, amazing you.

And suddenly, he didn’t hate the question anymore. No, no, he loved it.

He wanted that to be the first thing people asked him every day; ‘what’s your favorite color?’.

Maybe if they did, he could try to explain the exhilarating, endless color of you.

It was soft and welcoming, but also brash and intimidating. It was hopelessly romantic, but also aimlessly insecure. It was happy and full of laughter, but it was also miserable and dripping with tears.

It was you.

That night, as Changbin approached you. And as he kissed your neck, as he walked you to his apartment, as he carried you to his bed, as he lived in your color, he decided that he would take things slow.

He kissed you again, taking the time to kiss your lips for the first time. Oh, he was so nervous, but it was so good.

He kissed you again, and again, and again. But now, he was completely sober, and so were you.

He couldn’t go further with you, not yet. Not until he was sure this feeling in his chest, this glow of you, he couldn’t do anything until he knew it was real.

You didn’t argue, but you did cuddle against him. You did tease him, you did kiss him. But you didn’t argue.

You fell asleep in his arms; safe and content.

Changbin fell asleep wrapped around you; hopeful and unsure. Changbin fell asleep with your color wrapped around him. I’m him, with him, beside him, against him.

He prayed and begged for this feeling to be there when he woke up, for this color to be real and not just an imaginary piece of his desperate mind.

And when Changbin awoke the next day, when he gazed down at you—asleep in his arms—his heart soared.

You were still the color you had been the night before, glowing and vibrant.

When you awoke, when you realized Changbin was looking down at you so fondly, so tenderly, you almost melted.

“What’s your favorite color?”, you had asked him, something in your chest, in your mind, in your very soul, was telling you to ask that question. That silly, awkward question.

He didn’t even think for a moment. Before he could even try to comprehend how to respond, his mouth was moving and a voice was leaving his lips.

“You’re my favorite color.”

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jeonginify · 11 months

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star lost (01) — hwang hyunjin. ·˚ ༘♡

↝ pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader ↝ genre: humor, romance, angst, soulmate!au ↝ word count: 5.7k ↝ warnings: alcohol consumption, glitter bath bombs, changbin and jisung are menaces to society and should probably be stopped, general pessimism, hwang hyunjin (he should come w a label himself), reader is shirtless for like half a scene but nothing suggestive happens, this is like the song invisible string but like... more depressing

↝ summary: in a world where you can see every red string that connects soulmates to each other except your own, you have long given up on the idea of love. then, in a flurry of glitter and wonder, you meet hwang hyunjin under the most unlikely of circumstances, and find that maybe (just maybe) things aren’t as simple as you initially thought they were. OR, after years of wondering if your soulmate is out there, you finally meet him. too bad he is in love with your best friend.

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You never expect to meet your soulmate at 2am in Changbin’s bathtub and yet, with the resounding clarity of his garish white bathroom lightbulbs as the backdrop for your utter demise, that is exactly how it happens.

It is a good thing, you suppose, that you don’t believe in soulmates anyways. You know they exist—after so many years, how could you not? It’s just that you don’t believe in a soulmate for you.

The funny part is that you weren’t even going to go to Changbin’s tonight. He had spent the last week bugging you about the party, but you told him ages ago that you wouldn’t be able to make it. Some bullshit assignment or another had been your go-to excuse, but really, you just didn’t have another alcohol-strobe light-bad decision-hazed night in you for at least another month...

Not after the dayger Jisung had dragged you along to last week, where the two of you drank so much you both blacked out and woke up hours later in a communal tomato garden.

“So you’ll come Friday?” Changbin had asked hopefully earlier that Monday.

Despite the sunny day, your hoodie was pulled tight around your face and a pair of sunglasses were perched on your nose. By then, your bender with Jisung had been three days ago, and yet somehow—you were still hungover.

Not that Changbin cared.

To make matters (read: your pounding headache) worse, he was wearing a red shirt that day. On a normal day, the color red was a mild nuisance—a reminder of something you would like to try your hardest to forget.

On a bad day, however? Let’s just say the red really wasn’t doing anything to help Changbin’s case.

The reason you hate the color red and the reason you don’t believe in soulmates is one in the same. Since you were young, the color red has been synonymous with love... Not because of societal conventions, but because of the elusive red strings of fate that bind soulmates together—elusive red strings that, for some reason, you have always been able to see.

Sometimes, you think the universe is condemning you. You must have done something horrible in your past life, there must be something you are repenting for. Why else would you be one of the few people who can actually see the threads of fate?

“Bin,” you sighed as your best friend trailed behind you.

“Y/N,” Changbin parroted back, keeping perfect pace with you.

“I’m not going.” The blood thrumming through your ears was so loud that you almost didn’t hear the whine he let out.

The hangover was just heavy enough for you to pretend like you didn’t hear it anyways.

You were resolute in your decision not to go to the party. It was final. After the week that you had, frankly, you felt like you deserved a break from the chaos (read: Changbin’s horrible drinking habits.)

Which is why, when Yuna called you on Wednesday, your answer remained the same.

“Please?”

Your phone was wedged between your shoulder and your ear as you shuffled the stack of papers in your hands.

You weren’t technically allowed to be on your phone during work hours, but the office had been empty that afternoon and your boss never cared much anyways—so when the name of your favoritest friend (a fact that Changbin would sorely disagree with) flashed across your phone screen, you barely hesitated before pressing answer.

“Yuns, I already told you,” you squinted, trying to make out the last four digits on the account number you were processing.

“I’m not going.”

“But—”

“—Nope,” you cut her off.

Even though the three of you have been friends since childhood, you have always found it much harder to say no to Yuna than it is to say no to Changbin. It’s probably because she is so cute, and he is so... annoying, but something about her puppy dog eyes makes it impossible for you to refuse her.

Which is why on any other day, for any other occasion, it wouldn’t have taken you much to cave to Yuna’s pleading.

You haven’t seen much of her ever since she started seeing someone new a few months back, and frankly—you did miss her. A lot.

But... you really didn’t have another night out in you. So, resolutely, you stood your ground.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Yuna’s pout was tangible, even through the phone.

“Yes I do,” you retorted. “Changbin obviously put you up to this.”

“No he didn’t!”

Your silence was enough of an indication that you didn’t believe her.

“Okay,” Yuna said quickly. “He did ask me to try and convince you, but in his defense, I was going to ask you anyways!”

“I really can’t make it Friday.”

“...Really?” The disappointment was thick in her voice.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, but a tiny seed of guilt had already taken root in the front of your mind.

You hadn’t felt bad about saying no to Changbin because, well, he was always throwing parties, and after attending every single one this year, missing this one wasn’t that big of a deal.

But something about the genuine disappointment in Yuna’s voice was turning your stomach inside out.

“It’s no big deal,” Yuna sighed after a moment. “There’s always the next party, I guess...”

“Knowing Changbin, we’ll be at his place again next week,” you said wryly.

“I just...” Yuna began, almost chagrined. “I was thinking about maybe bringing my boyfriend this time. But I guess I can always bring him around later...”

“Wait,” you paused them, your fingers fluttering anxiously. “Say that again?”

“Well, I mean, you’ve been badgering me to introduce him for so long, so,” she blabbered.

“Yuns, you bitch!” You exclaimed shrilly, dropping the papers in your hand.

“Thanks?” Yuna said unsurely.

You took a deep, steeling breath, and then you said, “what time is the party?”

Which is exactly how, despite your best efforts, you end up at Changbin’s place at 11:30pm on Friday.

On your walk over, you consider turning around and going home at least three times. God knows how insufferable Changbin is going to be when he sees you show up despite your insistence on not coming... But the mystery of Yuna’s new boyfriend has been killing you for so long that you have no choice but to go.

She hadn’t been exaggerating when she said you have been begging her to introduce her new boyfriend for forever. Throughout the many years that you have known her, you and Changbin have always been particularly protective over her. She has always had a tendency to dive headfirst into things with no regard for her heart, and after a few too many sleazy guys and failed relationships, it is only natural for you to be worried.

Even though you can see the red strings of fate, you have always done your best to ignore their presence. In your experience, the knowing just complicates things. If things are meant to be, they will be, and being caught in the middle doesn’t hurt anyone but you. And yet—you love Yuna so much that you can’t help but check her red string every time she meets someone new.

Maybe that is why it is such a big deal to you, to meet her new boyfriend. Or maybe it is because recently, she has been happier than usual. Much happier. You can’t remember the last time you saw her smile this much. Even Changbin has noticed—which is saying a lot when you consider the time you dyed your hair bright orange and he didn’t notice for a week and a half.

Despite it all, however, she still hasn’t introduced you two to him.

“I’m just taking it slow,” Yuna insisted the first time you brought it up.

“Slow?” Changbin had said, his mouth full of the Chinese takeout you had picked up on your way over to his place.

“When have you ever taken anything slow?”

A cheesy “your mom” joke was on the tip of your tongue, but one look from Yuna was enough to silence you.

“I’m serious,” she said, looking vaguely embarrassed.

Her response remained the same every time you asked after that, and that was that.

Until tonight.

When you walk into Changbin’s apartment, the strobe lights are the first thing that greets you.

The second is a jello shot, shoved so close to your face that you can’t even see who is offering it to you.

The jello shot is red, and you regret leaving your apartment tonight.

“Entry fee,” someone says gleefully, shaking the shot in your face.

“Bottoms up!”

“Jisung, if you don’t get that out of my face in three seconds, you’ll learn a whole new meaning to the phrase ’bottoms up,’” you threaten.

The jello shot is gone in an instant, replaced by Jisung’s concerned face.

“Y/N, being mean and turning down free alcohol? What’s has the world come to?” He wonders.

Then, his face pales and he quickly says, “is this about the garlic incident? Because I swear, I really don’t know it ended up in your socks!”

You wrinkle your nose and shove him away from you.

“No, this is not about the garlic thing...” You grumble.

Despite how early in the night it is, the apartment is already pretty packed. A beer pong table is set up in the corner, where Chan and Felix seem to be losing horribly against two guys you don’t recognize. The couch has been pushed to the side, creating a makeshift dance floor, and a murky cooler of jungle juice takes up the majority of the tiny kitchen.

The entire apartment is cast in a hazy purple glow, and for a moment, you feel a little too underdressed in your sweats. Then you remember that you are only here for Yuna and that you don’t really care what anyone else thinks, and the feeling fades as quick as it came.

“And,” you add, “thanks for making me sound like an alcoholic. Is it a crime for me to turn down a shot?”

“Yes,” Jisung says seriously.

“Woah there,” An arm wraps around you from behind. “Peer pressure is not cool, Ji.”

“It’s not peer pressure,” Jisung insists. “It’s Y/N. If anything, she does the peer pressuring.”

“I’m going to ignore that,” you flip him off.

“And you,” you jab Changbin in the arm, shoving him off of you, “are one to talk. Remind me again, who was bothering me all week to come tonight even after I said no?”

“Who was it? Just point and I’ll take them out,” he feigns ignorance, looking around the apartment as if searching for a culprit.

“You are insufferable.”

“And you loooooove me anyways,” Changbin declares gleefully, puckering his lips at you.

You take one look at his expression and crack.

“Give me that,” you say to Jisung, snatching the jello shot out of his hand.

He whoops loudly when you run your fingers along the rim of the plastic cup, and then wipes a fake tear when you throw the shot back.

“I knew my Y/N was in there somewhere,” he says dramatically, his hand held to his heart.

“I’ll kick your ass if you ever say anything like that again,” you smile sweetly.

A cackle bursts forth from Changbin’s lips.

“You shouldn’t say things like that when you know Jisung is into it,” your best friend crows.

“Oh, don’t you have someone’s dick to be sucking?” Jisung glares at him, but a faint dusting of pink covers his cheeks.

Almost unconsciously, your eyes trail down to his pinky finger where a bright red thread is wound tightly. Your heart clenches as you follow the thread across the room and towards the wall until it fades away, disappearing into the distance.

The bass of whatever EDM song is playing through the speakers fills the silence and you purse your lips. You have known for a while about Jisung’s little crush, but the reminder isn’t a pleasant one. Not because you dislike him—precisely because you like him too much.

In another life, even, you could see yourself falling for him. But the weight of his red thread, the weight of your ability to see it... It isn’t something you can just overlook.

You already tried it, once. At the beginning of college, you decided you weren’t going to let the red string control you, and you started dating a guy. It started off well—the string was just a string, and you were content. Happy, even.

But eventually, the doubt started to creep in. Every time you saw him, the red thread taunted you, and little by little, the obsession began. It ate away at you like a rot, the wondering about who was at the other end of his thread. Eventually, you couldn’t do it anymore.

That is why you could never act on anything with Jisung... Because despite how annoying he can be, he means too much to you.

So when the silence between you stretches out a little bit too long, you roll your eyes and scoff.

“Jisung, you click your tongue, patting his cheek affectionately. “You know it would never work out between us, right? People should date within their league.”

He pouts, and the awkwardness breaks in an instant.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I think you’re pretty great.”

“Oh, I know.”

It takes a moment for it to click in his head. Then,

“Hey!”

“Anyways,” you brush him off. “Have either of you losers seen Yuna?”

“I saw her a while ago. I think she’s... somewhere.” Changbin waves.

The red solo cup in his hands hovers close enough to you that the burn of vodka, layered between something sweet and syrupy, overwhelms your senses.

“Okay...” You trail off, ruing the day you became friends with such a nuisance.

“And did she happen to come with anyone?”

Changbin shrugs. You turn to Jisung, and his face pales.

“Uh...” He guesses. “Maybe?”

You guys are useless,” you groan.

The only reason you were here tonight was for Yuna. A quick scan of the room, however, told you that she wasn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I remember her stepping out a few minutes ago,” Changbin muses. “She told me she’d be back soon though.”

The satisfied look on his face, as if he is waiting to be praised for telling you that, makes you narrow your eyes.

“Give me another,” you mutter at Jisung, motioning to the tray in his hand.

He offers you a shot without a word and—thankfully—this time, it isn’t red.

You don’t hesitate in snatching it up, and then before either of them can say anything more, you turn on your heel and walk away.

“Y/N?” Changbin calls after you. “Wait, Y/N, where are you going?”

But you have already disappeared into the crowd.

You aren’t sure how, but the second shot is strong than the first one. It burns as it goes down, but you find that you care much less than you would have a few hours ago. Somewhere between walking into the apartment and realizing that Yuna wasn’t here, you decided that the only way you were getting through the night was if you were at least a little intoxicated.

It feels like a cop out after your undying resolve that you wouldn’t get wasted tonight, but your irritation outweighs your embarrassment.

Another shot passes, and you still can’t find Yuna. When you dial her number, the call immediately goes to voicemail, and the text you send afterwards remains unanswered.

Your search for her begins in the kitchen, mostly because it is the place furthest away from Changbin. Yuna isn’t there, but you do run into a few classmates from your history class last semester. Almost against your will, you find yourself caught up in small talk.

Once the conversation finally fizzles out to awkward silence, you make your way out to the living room, where Chan and Felix are desperately trying to recruit one more player for beer pong.

Yuna isn’t anywhere to be seen, and so when Felix hits you with his signature pout, it doesn’t take much for you to give in.

The game is 2 versus 1, probably because most people have spent the night skirting the duo, and somehow—you still end up winning.

Three times.

After the fourth game, at least half an hour has passed. A drink or two in between has made the world a little bit more hazy, and after playing for so long, victory has started to taste a little bit less sweet.

The truth is, you can only play beer pong (and absolutely decimate your opponents) so many times before you start to get bored, and so you quickly move on from the game despite Chan and Felix’s protests.

An hour more and five increasingly worried texts directed to Yuna later, Changbin finally manages to catch up to you again.

“Y/NNNNNN!” He slurs, swaying as he throws his arms around you.

“Bin,” You wrinkle your nose at the feeling of his flushed skin.

Changbin has always been a touchy drunk, but it was never truly an issue until a year ago, when he started taking his commitment to the gym much more seriously. With all the added muscles, it is that much harder for you in dire times like this, when he throws himself onto you.

“Where—where have you beeeeen?” He asks, then giggles.

“Get it? Beeeeen? Bin?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes, trying (to no avail) to shove him off of you.

“Don’t you have a babysitter tonight?”

Changbin nods solemnly. “Jisung’s over there.”

He points behind you. Then, he shakes his head and points to the left of you.

You quickly find that Jisung is in neither of those directions, and instead is leaning against a wall in the far corner chatting up not one, not two, but three girls. His face is flushed deep enough that you can tell how red it is even from across the room, and you are (once again) reminded why you didn’t want to come out tonight.

Both your friends are shit faced, and there is nobody left to take care of them but you. Lovely.

“You guys do this every time,” you mutter (more to yourself than to Changbin) but his face scrunches into a frown.

“Not true!” He pouts. “I—I took care of you last week when you got drunk.”

“Took care of me?” You scoff. “Two hours into the party, Jisung ran off, and you were too busy flirting with Chan to notice me chasing after him.”

“It’s not my fault,” he whines. “He was wearing one of those stupid muscle tees, and I was drunk!”

It is true that Changbin gets particularly flirty when he’s drunk. (It is also true that he has a strange obsession with Chan’s arms.)

Changbin buries his face in your shoulder, and most of his weight is on you as he breathes deeply. His breath smells like a combination of cherry and mint and alcohol, and you wrinkle your nose.

“That sounds really homosexual, Changbin.”

“Nooooo,” he shakes his head. “It’s not homosexual to be distracted by the homies...”

“Don’t say it—” You start.

“...If anything, it’s homie-sexual.”

Exasperation wells up inside of you, only made worse by the painfully smug look on his face. On any normal day, sober Changbin is barely funny. Drunk Changbin somehow manages to take it to the next level... And not in a good way.

“Get it?” He asks gleefully, waving his arm wildly. “Homie-sexual?”

“Yes,” you say warily, wondering just how much he has had to drink tonight. “I do.”

The drink inside his cup sloshes around audibly, and you smack his arm.

“Stop waving that around like that!”

Of course, he does the exact opposite of what you tell him.

And then, in almost comical slow motion, the vodka-and-juice cocktail splashes out of his cup, and you aren’t sure what surprise you more—the cold, sticky feeling of his drink as it drenches the front of your shirt, or the way he manages to not get any of it on himself, despite the way he is clinging onto you.

“Changbin,” you mutter, your voice dangerously low.

THe sharp edge of your voice is enough to make him pause, and you can see the color drain away from his face at the weight of your glare.

“W-What’s that?” He says loudly, his skin a sickly shade of white. “Sorry, I think Jisung is calling me!”

It takes only a few seconds for him to drunkenly stumble away—in the opposite direction of Jisung. You take a steeling breath through your nose as he rounds the corner, disappearing into the kitchen.

What a night this is turning out to be... You are at a party you didn’t want to be at in the first place, Yuna is still nowhere to be found, and now your favorite shirt is stained pink.

Despite the few drinks you’ve had tonight, the smell of alcohol on you is pungent, borderline revolting. The bass of the music thumps louder still, and irritation wells up inside of you.

An overwhelming urge to chase Changbin down and kick him in the shins (maybe even somewhere else, too) grips you by the neck, and you have to take at least four more deep breaths to ground yourself.

Still—the noise of the party sits on top of your very being like a sticky layer of tar, and you are only able to fully exhale once it is muted behind the closed door of Changbin’s bathroom: your preferred (and only) option of escape.

It feels like the alcohol is seeping through your thin shirt and into your skin, and when you look in the mirror, you wince.

The reflection staring back at you is, in simple terms, a mess. Deep purple bruises pressed under your eyes, a messy ponytail hung lifelessly at the base of your neck, an unforgiving line in place of your lips... And that isn’t even the worst part.

No, the worst part is your clothes. Worn gray sweatpants that you have slept in for the past three nights, and your ruined shirt—sheer and sticking to your bra in the most skin-crawling way.

You huff and, in a flash of irritation, yank the shirt off. If you don’t wash it now, the stain will set permanently, and if you wear it for one more second, you think you might implode.

The only problem is that your best friend, the one that you chose, just so happens to be an absolutely slob. Ego, his sink is a mess, and ergo, you cannot use it to clean your shirt... Which leaves you with only one option: the bathtub.

“Seo Changbin, when you’re sober, I’m going to end you,” you seethe, dropping to your knees beside the tub.

In a choked sputter, the faucet turns on, drowning out the residual noise of the party. The steady stream of water is strangely comforting, and some of the tension dissolves from your shoulders.

You run your ruined shirt under the tap, fascinated as the water runs a pale red beneath your fingers. The shirt crumples into a thin, soggy heap and you scrub the fabric between your fingers, trying your best to work the warm water between the fibers.

The furrow between your eyebrows deepens. A concoction of excitement and relief swells in your chest as you notice the stain become lighter the longer you hold it under the water.

You are so preoccupied with the burgeoning hope that maybe your shirt isn’t ruined, after all, that it completely slips your mind that you forgot to lock the door—until the knob begins to turn with a rattle.

There is only a split second before the door swings open, and your head turns just a moment too late.

“Woah!” The exclamation startles you almost as much as the appearance of the guy who walks through the door.

With windswept black hair, feline eyes, and the sharpest jawline you have ever seen, only two thoughts register in your head before you begin to short circuit.

First: damn, he’s hot.

Second, barely a moment later: fuck, you’re shirtless and look like a mess.

“I-I’m sorry!” He exclaims immediately, his slender fingers shooting up to cover his eyes.

It pains you that his voice is deep and just as attractive as you imagined it would be.

You glance down at yourself, a blush rising to your cheeks when you realize just how ridiculous you look on the floor like this without your top on. Your shirt remains hanging from your fingers, and the shock of the handsome stranger sends your elbow jerking in surprise.

A loud clatter resounds, and then—you watch as one of Changbin’s bath bombs tumbles into the tub, straight into the water. The hissing fizz as the bath bomb dissolves under the running water registers only mutely in the back of your mind.

With a resigned sense of horror, all you can do is watch as the bright purple glitter spiderwebs outwards through the water and over your shirt.

“I—Is everything okay?” The guy asks, and when you look up, you see that his hands are still covering his eyes.

Slowly, you lift your shirt out of the water. A faint pang echoes in your heart as you look at the faint purple hue that the fabric has taken on.

You don’t think that will be coming out any time soon.

“I-I’m really sorry, again!” He blabbers on. “I didn’t know anyone was in here, I swear! I wasn’t trying to—like, peep, or anything, it’s just—”

“D’you have to pee?” You interrupt him.

“—like, really loud out there, and—” He stops, his fingers dropping in surprise.

“—I’m sorry, what?”

His eyes fall on you on your knees by the tub, and his hands are back over his eyes in an instant.

“This is a bathroom,” you point out. “So... Do you have to pee?”

“Oh,” he says, sounding unsure.

It’s almost funny how he shifts from one foot to the other, his nerves palpable within the four walls of the tiny bathroom.

Almost.

“Um, no I don’t,” the words come out stilted.

Then, he says, “do you?”

Unbidden, a bark of laughter escapes your lips.

“What do you think?”

“I mean... I can’t really see anything, so...” he reasons.

You raise a brow. “You can uncover your eyes, you know.”

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly.

“And maybe close the door while you’re at it,” you add wryly.

“Okay...”

His joints are stiff as he pushes the door shut behind him, and even though he (reluctantly) lowers his hands, his gaze remains fixed on the ceiling.

Then, to your surprise, he shrugs off the sweater he is wearing and offers it to you.

“...Thank you,” you say awkwardly, touched by the gesture.

“I’m Hyunjin, by the way,” he says, finally looking at you after you have wrapped the sweater around yourself and buttoned it up.

It is a few sizes too big, and the v-neck is so low that it doesn’t really hide anything very well, but he seems a little bit more at ease now that you are covered up, and it is soft enough that you can’t really complain.

“Y/N,” you return.

Silence settles over the two of you, only interrupted by the splash of the tub faucet. Your fingers are stained a glittery purple as you fidget with them, the awkwardness almost too much for you to handle. Your shirt, you determine, is a lost cause, and so you abandon it where it is in the tub and turn off the water.

“So, are you hiding in here, too?” he asks once the silence becomes a little too painful.

“Hiding is just the bonus,” you tell him, chagrined as you hold up your ruined shirt. “I was actually trying to wash out a stain, but... well, I’m sure you can see how well that turned out.”

“That... makes a lot more sense...” He says after a moment.

“What? I don’t look like the type to sit shirtless on the floor of a bathroom during a party for fun?” You ask jokingly.

“Not really, no,” he laughs, leaning against the wall.

You sigh, pulling your knees to your chest.

“No, unfortunately, I have stupid friends who get stupid drunk and spill their stupid drinks all over me, hence the lack of a shirt.”

He grimaces.

“Why are you hiding in here?” You ask, not wanting the awkward silence to settle over the two of you again.

“Parties aren’t really my thing,” he says after a moment.

“I get that,” you say, thinking about just how much you wish you didn’t come tonight. Despite your track record with parties (which, you would like to make clear, are usually Jisung’s fault) you can’t help but sympathize with him anyways.

“So,” you continue. “Who do you know here?”

“No one, really,” he says sheepishly. “I think that might be why I feel so out of it. I don’t usually resort to hiding in bathrooms with shirtless women.”

A blush rises to your cheeks at the joke.

“No one?” You ask. “Then why did you come at all? No offense, but if I was you, I would have stayed home.”

I really tried my best to, you think to yourself.

“You know,” he says, “that is a great question. I was supposed to meet someone here, but she never showed.”

You wince. “Stood up? At Changbin’s party, of all places? I think you might be having a worse night than me.”

He buries his face in his hands.

“Oh, please,” he groans. “Don’t remind me. I’ll spend the next few weeks trying to live the embarrassment down. Especially after my best friend told me not to come...”

“It’s okay,” you tell him soberly. “Lucky for you, I have the best cure for embarrassment.”

“Do you really?” He asks hopefully.

You nod. “Oh, yes. In fact, I’ve found that tequila is the solution for all problems.”

He purses his lips at the suggestion, but a moment later when you stand up and open the bathroom door, he follows you out into the chaos of the party without a word.

“Don’t tell anyone,” you say as you enter the kitchen, “but this is where Bin keeps the good stuff.”

Luckily, most of the party has crowded in the living room, distracted by some (rather horrible) dance moves Jisung has pulled out of his pocket. When you bend down to retrieve a particularly expensive bottle from where it is hidden under the sink, Hyunjin seems a bit skeptical.

“You don’t think he’ll be annoyed?” He raises a brow.

You scoff.

“After all the shit he’s put me through? I’d like to see him try.”

His brow remains creased, and you deadpan.

“Hyunjin, who do you think ruined my shirt?”

“Oh,” realization flickers in his eyes.

“And besides,” you declare as you grab two red Solo cups and set them on the counter. “He’ll understand. It’s for a good cause, after all.”

You pour a very generous amount of tequila in both cups, and then place the bottle back where you found it.

“Cheers?” Hyunjin raises one of the cups towards you.

“Cheers.” You mirror him, clicking your cup against his before tapping the bottom down on the counter. Then, you finally throw the contents back.

The tequila is smooth enough that you barely feel it go down, but Hyunjin still winces at the taste.

“That good?” You ask him with a laugh.

“I can already feel the embarrassment fading,” he says, his face still sour. “...Or maybe that’s just the taste.”

You laugh again. “You’re funny.”

“...Thank you.”

“I don’t really see why you got stood up,” you say offhandedly. “But I guess it’s her loss. It’s not like you’re secretly a troll, or something.”

A moment passes.

“...Are you?”

He shrugs, a smile playing on his lips.

“Ooooh, mysterious,” you return his smile with a smirk. “I like it.”

“Thank you,” he says, this time his tone more playful.

“Y/N,” the sound of your name reminds you where you are, distracting you from your conversation. “Y/N, there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“What happened now?” You ask wearily, your eyes narrowed as they land on Chan. Hyunjin looks at you curiously, then at Chan, and then back at you.

Chan’s face crumples in worry, and you know immediately that you won’t like what he has to say.

“It’s Changbin.”

“Of course it is,” you mutter.

Of course it is Changbin, being yet again an absolute nuisance to you tonight.

“Alright,” you exhale after a moment. “Where is he?”

Chan wordlessly points towards the balcony.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” you tell him, resignation thick in your voice.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Chan tells you.

“Well,” you turn to Hyunjin. “Sorry about this, but my aforementioned stupid friend is being stupid, so I have to go. It was nice to meet you, though, and feel free to drink as much tequila as you need.”

“It was nice to meet you too,” Hyunjin says sincerely, not at all bothered by the interruption. “I hope your friend is okay.”

“I hope he isn’t,” you say darkly.

“Y/N!” Chan’s voice calls, sounding even more anxious than before.

“Coming!” You sigh, setting down your cup before heading towards the balcony. Hyunjin remains in the kitchen, his eyes glued on you until you disappear into the hazy night.

It is only an hour later, after you have finally pumped Changbin full of water and tucked him into bed, that you come a startling, heartstopping, almost terrifying realization.

You had been too distracted for it to register earlier, but—for the first time ever, when you had been talking with Hyunjin earlier, you had not see his red string of fate.

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linlinaert · 9 months

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The last soulmate :

Yandere! ot8! Skz x soft! fem! Reader

Sypnosis:

The boys had found each other long time ago but the problem is that they are 9 soulmates not eight, and the last one is yet to be found, and the boys are hoping that they would be able to find them in this world tour, and well they would but oh when they find out it is a soft little fragile girl they wouldn't ever be able to let her go.

@lyramundana @channieandhisgoonsquad

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skz317cb97 · 1 year

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 3 months

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May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 1 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

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When you first arrived in the city, it was in the middle of the night. The sights had blurred around you, your dinner had felt tasteless, the forced smiles to the hotel staff and strangers you boarded the elevator with making your cheeks ache. You wanted nothing more than to just crash in your bed and go to sleep, which was exactly what you did.

In contrast, the second day felt like waking up in a movie.

You would have contributed your good mood to the concert, but it wasn’t until tomorrow. There was just something about the air around you as you got up and got ready, the way that the city sounds you’re your open window made you smile instead of feeling irritated like it had last night, or the way you’re your smile to the strangers in the elevator felt a lot less forced. Maybe it was the anticipation of being in a city you had never been in before, the new sights that you hadn’t been able to appreciate the night before.

There was an extra skip in your step as you made your way out into the streets.

Your first stop was to a café you had googled the day before that was only a 15-minute walk from your hotel. It had great reviews and offered your favorite treats, so you wanted to get something to eat before you decided to visit some of the city’s landmarks.

The café wasn’t particularly full when you arrived, only 3 people in the line in front of you, but somehow the small chatter and the colorful menu managed to distract you until there was only 1 person still in front of you.

It was only then that you realized the red string that disappeared through their chest. And your heart skipped a beat.

For as long as you could remember, the floor around you was littered with red strings. When you were younger, your mother explained to you what a soulmate was, explained the stories and myths behind it, tried to explain the science behind it, but the thing that grabbed your attention the most was how insistent she was that you never tell anyone how many strings you had.

8 strings.

“Not everyone has a red string”, you remembered her telling you. “Some people have words, the first words their soulmates will say to them. Some are lucky, they have names. Some people don’t know what their soul bond is until they meet their soulmates, some never get any at all.”

“But I got 8,” You had exclaimed proudly with a smile, the excitement of having 8 people to love all you could think about. You were too young to consider the ramifications of having so many soulmates. The constant harassment you would endure, the words people would whisper behind your back.

Most people got 1 soulmate. Some were lucky, and they got 2 or 3. Not all soulmates were romantic, some platonic or even familial, but since the vast majority ended in a romantic relationship, the idea of multiple soulmates was frowned upon.

You had learned from a very young age to ignore the strings that followed you around.

But this one was impossible to ignore.

The man in front of you shifted, enough that the string followed his movement. It was leading directly to him, not just passing through. You had deduced a long time ago that your soulmates lived very far away, since their strings rarely changed directions. You had never seen it this high, never seen it move so easily, and there was no doubt in your mind that your soulmate was directly in front of you.

Your brain froze.

“Thank You! Next?”

The barista’s voice snapped you out of your stupor, and you snapped your head to the side to follow the string (and your soulmate) as it moved to the seating area of the café. You forced yourself to look away, your heart still beating hard, and impulsively ordered the first thing on the menu. You gave them your name and stumbled to an open table near the café windows, on the other side of the store from where your soulmate now sat, scrolling through his phone.

‘Talk to him’ a voice in your head screamed at you.

‘What do I even say to him?’ the logical side argued. ‘What if he had the first words soulbond? You don’t want your first words to him to be something stupid’.

The other voice grumbled in agreement, and you struggled to think of something to say. Something flirty, maybe? Or something sweet, reassuring, so you knew they grew up with kind words on them. What if they didn’t even have a first words soulbond at all? They couldn’t have an indicator type bond, otherwise they would have noticed you by now.

And like a flip had been switched, you were suddenly very aware of the other 7 strings that sprouted from your chest, and the movement that came from them. Two of them were behind you, swaying slightly as if affected by a small breeze, and the other 5 were at eye level, disappearing into the distance through the café windows, out into the city.

Not just into the distance. Up above.

All of your soulmates were here close by, possibly even in the very same city as you. The thought made your already nervous heart nearly burst out of our chest. You nearly jumped out of your seat when the barista called out your name, and you rushed to the front to grab your drink only to realize that your soulmate was no longer in the last place you had seen him.

You turned in your spot, eyes darting around frantically, and you spotted his blue jacket just as the café doors closed behind him. Through the windows, you watched him make his way to the left.

Moving so fast that your hot drink splashed against your fingers, you stumbled out of the café behind him, eyes trying their hardest to keep sight of his retreating back as it blended into the crowds.

“W-wait!” You shouted. A few people around you stopped to look, but not your soulmate.

You were running now, panicked at the idea of losing sight of your soulmate, the person that destiny had created to match with you on every level, the person you had dreamed of meeting your entire life. You yelled out again, nothing coherent and certainly not witty or flirtatious or nice, but it was enough to get them to look back.

God, you really hoped they didn’t have those words on them forever.

The man, your soulmate, had his face hidden by a mask, his eyes covered by a hat and yet somehow you could sense the panic that was coming off him in waves by his body language along. It was enough that you suddenly lost your confidence, stumbling to a stop in front of him as you took a deep breath, staring into his wide eyes with your own.

He held his coffee in front of him as if he had been prepared for you to tackle him, his entire body tense.

“You-“

Your voice seemed to get stuck in your throat, and so you took a second to swallow. Your soulmate used that moment of silence to lower his raised arms, his shoulders seemingly relaxing but still holding tension.

“Ah, hello.” He said.

In Korean.

You blanked, your words immediately dying. You started to panic, thinking to yourself ‘shit, he speaks Korean. Does he speak English? How were you going to explain this situation to him now?’ when he continued.

“Oh, do you need … something?”

These words were in English, heavily accented and a little slow, as if he was unsure himself of what he was saying. But it was enough reassurance that even if he didn’t speak English well, he had to know enough to understand what you were about to say.

You really hoped he did.

“You’re my soulmate!”

Both of you stared at each other with equal degrees of shock. Him at your words, and you at your bluntness.

‘God, really hope he doesn’t have first words’.

At his silence, his lack of reaction, you began to have doubts. What if you had been wrong somehow? The string attached to your chest definitely connected to him, but maybe it was a one-sided connection. One sided soulmate bond was extremely rare, but you had 8 soulmates.

Maybe this was simply a mistake.

Your panic must have shown on your face because he suddenly moved, raising his hands in reassurance and babbling something quickly in Korean. You only understood ‘its okay’, watching as his own panic seemed to overcome him as he looked around. You weren’t sure what he was looking for, but as his eyes landed on your own drink, he was suddenly right in front of you, pushing your drink up towards your face.

“Drink,” was all he said, urging you to do exactly that.

At his sudden movement and weird manhandling, you began to pull away from him, confused. “What, wait what the hell man!”

But then he let you go, mimicking with his own drink what he wanted from you. “Drink, please.”

And then it hit you, that he wasn’t just being weird. He wanted you to drink your drink, because he wanted to see if you were actually his soulmate.

It wasn’t unexpected for some people to use a soulmate bond as an excuse to get close to strangers, to take advantage of others, and the fact that you didn’t think about that before suddenly springing this on to a complete stranger made you want to hit yourself in the face.

So, with a nod of understanding, you were quick to down your now cooling drink. It wasn’t bad, not your usual go to choose, but it had a strong after flavor. You grimaced at the sensation, running your tongue over your teeth to get rid of the taste.

And then you were being pulled into a hug.

It was like something inside of you clicked, like a piece of the puzzle being put together. All your worries were gone, all your thoughts empty, the only thing you could feel was peace. The rest of the world just disappeared.

Your weren’t sure how anyone could confuse someone for their soulmate, not with this feeling to confirm.

He pulled back, saying something once again in Korean, and then pulling you back in for another hug. “You are my soulmate! Ah, I’m so glad. I … wait a very long time.”

“I, I’m really glad too,” You whispered, trying hard not to cry at the sudden emotions that overwhelmed you.

You held him just as tightly, breathing in his scent and familiarizing yourself with the way your arms fit perfectly around his shoulders. When you finally pulled away, you were suddenly aware of the fact that the two of you were in the middle of the street, and while it wasn’t odd to see soulmates meeting in public and it was usually common curtesy to give them space, some people were glaring as they walked around the two of you.

Woops.

Your soulmate seemed to realize at the same time, and you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your hand to pull you off to the side. What you did find odd was the sudden panic at he pulled his cap down further, turning away from the crowd and pulling you close so that you were hidden behind him. You tried to look behind him to see what he was hiding from, but he pulled you back in.

“Ah, no. Please. Uh …. Not safe.”

“Huh?”

His eyes narrowed as his nose scrunched up, and he scratched his neck. “I … um. Fuck. I am a … celebrity.” He gave an exaggerated point to his face, waving his finger around the mask specifically, and you nodded in understanding.

Then your brain caught up.

Having a celebrity for a soulmate was definitely unexpected, but you supposed it wasn’t impossible. You had seen a couple of celebrities announce their soulmates were random people, sometimes even fans, but you had never once entertained the idea that you could be one of those people. However, with 8 soulmates, it was bound to happen.

And then your soulmate gave another quick glance around, and he turned back at you with a soft gaze.

His hand reached up to grab his mask, pulling it down just enough for you to see his lips move with his next words.

“My name is Yang Jeongin. It’s nice to meet you.”

You would have found the way he slightly bowed his head in greeting adorable if you weren’t too busy freaking out. He quickly pulled his mask back up and asked you what your name was, but you couldn’t get your mouth to close from where it had dropped. And while he tilted his head to the side in confusion at your silence, he quickly righted himself as he seemed to realize what had happened.

“Ah, are you Stay?”

You could tell he was smiling. Your mouth closed shut so quickly it made an audible snapping noise, and you stuttered out your name. When his smile only seemed to grow, you quickly hid your face behind your hands and let out a groan, not even complaining as Jeongin seemed to laugh.

What were the odds?

“So cute,” he cooed. “My soulmate is Stay. Good.”

You had been saving up for months to afford the plane ticket, the hotel, the concert. The concert you were supposed to go to tomorrow.

“It’s okay. Don’t hide, please. I’m happy!”

Jeongin’s hands covered yours, pulling them away from your face so he could see you clearly. His eyes were so soft, so full of emotions you couldn’t begin to comprehend, and you couldn’t stand to see him, so you buried your face into his shoulder instead. He didn’t complain, pulling you into a hug and letting out a hum in content.

“Finally,” He whispered. He said something else in Korean, but your little knowledge was not enough to translate what he said, and he didn’t repeat it in English, so you weren’t even sure he was talking to you.

What were the odds that you would meet your soulmate the day before their concert?

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