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sweetlavenderwritings · 4 years

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Back To His Nest- Pt. 2

A/N: I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. I DIDN’T EXPECT THE LOVE THE FIC GOT AND WAS VERY SURPRISED. I initially planned to leave it at that maybe?? but then many of ya’ll actually wanted a part two and i had to rack up my brain on what was gonna happen ( ´△｀) anyways it’s here and i hope it doesn’t disappoint!

Pairing/s: hawks/keigo takami x reader

Word Count: 2 772

Tags: very light angst, love, eventual fluff, domestic fluff,

-ꦼ———▸ Part 1

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8 Years later…

You haven’t heard from him ever since you left. As planned, your parents had called him in advance. Telling him he shouldn’t try and contact you anymore, that trying to find you would be a waste of time. You were such a coward that you couldn’t even leave a message, your parents bearing the responsibility of telling him you’ve cut off ties with him completely.

It hurt. The pain was unbearable for the first few months, restless nights of crying as you struggled to keep your composure. You couldn’t even erase his number from your saved contacts. His callers ID still the same nickname you had for him. Despite your parents warning about not contacting you anymore, he still left a call every day. There were neither questions nor any form of pleading you to come back. Because you never answered, he left small messages that he sent at random times of the day. There was no consistent message of what the calls were all about. It was as if he left these messages like a personal diary he’d write to when he felt like it.

“The day’s great today. It’s a bit hotter than usual but I’m quite grateful for the heat since flying always got me cold.” Yes it did, it was one thing about flying that he disliked. He just got too cold easily, which was why every time he got home, he’d head straight to the showers for a long hot soak then demand cuddles. He liked to call you his personal heater.

“It was too bright though, I had to keep squinting and I almost slammed face first to a billboard! Could you imagine that? Number Two Hero Getting Clumsy! Slams into Make Up Ad Starfish Style.” He laughed. “Okay, that was the worst headline ever. Could you blame me? I’m not really much of a writer like you are. Somehow, you always knew how to string words together beautifully… Ahh, looks like a low class villain is up to no good. I’ll catch up to you later. I love you baby bird.”

And just like that, he hangs up. They always ended in the same way, him having to cut it short because of his duties, and the constant line of ‘I love you.’ It felt so unfair, how he’d make it harder for you to move on. You knew better than to listen to them, but you still did. You drunk up his voice whenever you heard it, closing your eyes and imagining he was actually there right in front of you, talking to you. When he hangs up, the sad illusion is gone.

There were times you almost called him back, desperately wanting to run back into his arms. To apologize for leaving, to tell him the truth, to tell him you never stopped loving him in the first place. But as your fingers almost reach the call button, your fear of the Hero Public Commission stop you every time.

So you settle for watching him in the news, seeing the headlines as he saves dozens of people every day. You read every article you see online, scouring every page for stories. It was torture, but you had to keep strong, not just for yourself. It wasn’t like you were alone in this anymore.

After 9 long months, you finally gave birth to your child. His child.

She was perfect. She looked almost exactly like him, honey blond hair and yellow eyes that seemed to glow. Her image made you miss him so much it hurt. But these feelings of pain and misery were shoved off to the back of your mind, choosing instead to focus on your newfound feelings of joy and contentment. After so long, you felt like you could be happy again.

You named her Keiko, meaning “adored one”, because she was. With enough patience, you raised her by yourself. You dedicated your whole life making sure she grew up to be happy; it felt like you were compensating for the pain you brought upon to you and Hawks. Somehow, you comforted yourself with the fact that you saved your child from the horrors of what may come to her when the world comes to know of her existence.

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“Mom, come look it’s him again!” Keiko cheered, pointing at the television. An all too familiar winged hero comes on screen, gracefully flying in the air as he saved civilians from a burning building one by one. Your daughter let out another cheer as the number two hero successfully saves all of the civilians. Thankfully, the fire didn’t spread further with the help of the fire fighters helping from behind the scenes.

You stare at the screen as the news reporter interviews Hawks, him looking quite worn out but he manages to give the camera a smile and an enthusiastic response. If it was anyone else, he would’ve looked well composed, not breaking a sweat as he nonchalantly brushes off the praises he gets.

“All in a day’s work.” He says.

But you knew better.

Your daughter turns to you with a beaming smile, happy knowing her favourite hero once again saves the day. Her next words made your heart sank, “For my birthday tomorrow, can we meet him please?! I just want a picture and an autograph, that’s it I promise!”

“Ah, I don’t know about that baby. Hawks is a busy man and there are no chances we can just see him.” This was a lie of course, you knew he’d jump in at any opportunity to see you again but you couldn’t risk it. It pains you to see your daughter so disappointed, but you had to continue lying. For her sake.

“Tell you what, we can at least go to his district tomorrow and buy his merch. I can even get you one of those limited edition wings if you want.” Hawks’ merch was expensive, so his limited edition merchandise was gonna hurt your pockets like a bitch but it was worth it just to make up for what you couldn’t give your dear Keiko.

“Really?!” Keiko squealed as she bounced around the living room, “I can’t believe I’m going to have my own wings like Hawks, the number two hero! I can’t wait to tell Kiyoko as soon as I get them, she’ll be so jealous of me haha!” You smiled as you picked her up from the couch, stopping her from jumping off.

“If you sleep early tonight we might be able to make it there tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay!”

You’ve never felt so nervous before. Because one, you were going to Hawks’ precinct with your daughter, all the more chances of meeting him despite NOT wanting to do that. Two, if by some chance- or karma- you both crossed paths, all your hard work would be all for naught. Hawks wasn’t stupid; he’s by far the most observant man you’ve ever met. Many people don’t know this with the way he eludes them with his charm, thus forgetting he’s the number two hero for a reason. Which means even a small glance at your-his daughter; he’d be able to puzzle the pieces together.

So by desperation, you snuggled your daughter with a big fluffy hat, tied her hair into neat pigtails, and then gave her the favourite pair of pink, heart sunglasses she always liked to wear. She scrunched her nose at you fussing over her appearance, but this was only because she was too excited and wanted to leave immediately. You wore a coat, and sunglasses to hopefully hide yourself as well without looking too suspicious. With a final look in the mirror, you left the house with your daughter in tow.

An hour turned into two, then three, four, five…

“Kei honey, please. It’s time to go home.” You pleaded. You two spent the next hours walking around and buying her gifts. But whenever you stopped near a shop, Keiko never seemed to lose energy and somehow pulled you into another store to “check things out.” It’s times like this you wondered if you spoiled her too much.

“Wait not yet! We might see him here somewhere!” Keiko tugged at your sleeves as she pointed to the main plaza. “I saw him give interviews here last week mommy; maybe he’ll do it again!”

“Baby please, I told you we’re not here for that. We already bought your gifts so it’s time to go home and-“

“Mommy, look! I think it’s him!” Oh no.

As if on cue, the famous red winged hero zoomed in on a scene. A villain, large one at that, appeared in the middle of a crowd and began harming nearby civilians as if it was panicking. How did you not notice that?

But now was not the time, you had to get your daughter out of harm’s way and hopefully, his too. Hauling your shopping bags into the loops of your arms, you carried your whining daughter into your arms and darted in the opposite direction you saw Hawks headed.

Hawks POV

How long has it been, eight years? He never wanted to keep count, but he still did.

God, he was pathetic. He’s supposed to move on by now, find another woman to give his affections to, forget about you then happily live his life.

But he couldn’t and it sucked.

He always felt he was too sentimental despite being a double agent. You would think after all he went through, he’d be hardened and cold as stone. Yet he remained quite soft, too empathetic as what his superiors commented. Fuck that.

He’s on his last patrol for the day, flying over the main plaza to keep civilians bustling on the streets. He doesn’t have any plans for later (as he usually does), so he thinks he’ll spend another night away drinking in his balcony or watch a sappy chick flick in the late hours.

He remembers he has fan mail he’s yet to open. Not that he’s ever obligated to do so, he’s free to throw them in the shredder for all he cares. They’re mostly enveloped underwear sprayed with sickeningly sweet perfume anyways. But he’s been receiving sweet letters from a little girl lately. Messages full of pure adorations and gratitude for his work. Judging by the handwritings and small creative decorations, the letters clearly had been made with a lot of effort. He can’t help but look forward to them every week, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

His thoughts of his late evening plans are disrupted with the sudden sounds of screams and shrieking from below. Without wasting a second he rushes to the scene.

As he got closer, his eyes widened at the sight of who was causing the ruckus, or rather, what.

He dodged the Nomu’s sharp claws that swiped by his face at an alarming speed. In a beat, his feather flew from different directions, all leading to his target. They cut deep gashes onto its skin, but the Nomu’s regeneration was fast, healing its wounds as soon as it was inflicted on it.

Hawks never deterred, continuing his attacks while sending some of his feathers to keep away civilians from the disaster transpiring near him.

He could vaguely hear cheers and shouts from the crowd as he rapidly attacks the creature, somehow finding it difficult to cause enough damage to knock it out of conscious. As he flies around the attacking monster, he spots a vulnerable looking spot in its neck. Pausing for a second, he narrows his eyes as he aims. He was about to release a feather until the Nomu lets out a loud piercing shriek, causing everyone near them to shut their eyes at the screeching wail and cover their eyes.

Fuuck, it must have sensed me. He thought.

As soon as it stopped it’s shrieking, it speeded off to another direction. With a curse, Hawks followed it in pursuit. Pushing and carrying away with his feathers to keep them from getting harmed. The Nomu sets its eyes on a little girl with her mother, launching itself on its haunches then runs at a great speed towards the two.

The little girl screams then hides herself in her mother’s arms. The mother tries desperately to get away, but with the Nomu’s great speed and the closing distance between them there was nothing left to do but to brace herself in front of her child.

“No!” Hawks yells as the Nomu’s claws at the mother. Before it could land another attack, he strikes one of his biggest feathers at its neck. The Nomu stills, and then drops to the ground.

Hawks doesn’t have time to check if it’s dead or not, rushing over to the poor injured mother with her crying child. As he finally makes his way to the woman his heart stops.

It was you.

With shaking arms, he cradled you against his chest. He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, he got to see you again. And with a child! Wait… a child?

He took a look at the crying girl, blond hair and honey eyes… just like him.

His eyes widened in shock. Hair and eyes just like his, it couldn’t be.

“Is my mom gonna be okay?” The girl sniffled. He mentally slapped himself in the face, how could he forget the situation at hand and not comfort his distressed child? “She’ll be okay,” he assured her, “Help is on the way, okay? Can you breathe slowly for me birdie? So you can calm down.”

She wipes the tears from her eyes and nods. At the sound of an ambulance, he stands up while he carries your unconscious body. As the medics put you in a stretcher, he takes the time to actually look at you.

You looked much more different. Hair a different length from before, eyes much more tired, and cheeks less full. It must’ve been hard for you, he thinks. But now I’m here.

He turns to look for his daughter, who was behind him all along. Slowly, he bends over to pick up her shaking form. She raises her arms in surprise, but trusting nonetheless. As he settles her in one arm, he holds her close and looks at her.

“What’s your name, kid?” he softly asks.

“Keiko.” She mumbles shyly. Keiko, you named her after my own name? Hawks felt tears springing into the corners of his eyes. Before he could wipe them away, Keiko surprises him with a hug to his neck. She clings onto him as if he was her lifeline as he mutters something in his ear.

“Thank you for saving me hero.” Hawks finally lets his tears fall.

Reader’s POV

After waking up, you found yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your body felt heavy, you desperately needed to pee, and your throat was parched. You looked around and see your daughter was asleep in a couch near your bed. There was a small bouquet of flowers in your nightstand, but what surprised you the most was the warm, calloused hands that held your left hand; the very same hands that you held years ago. Keigo was asleep.

You ran your hands softly in his hair, a small habit you used to do when he came home utterly exhausted. Hawks stirred in his sleep before opening his eyes. Honey orbs met yours as you felt a smile form on your face.

“Good morning to you too, Kei.”

“Chealsey, oh thank god.” He leapt up from his spot on your bed then embraced you. The hug made you wince but you could’ve cared less. You missed him, you craved for his warmth for years and you never thought you’d ever feel him again. Now he was finally here…

You felt tears fall to your cheeks as you formed apologies in your lips. Hawks merely shushed you as he held you in his arms, “It’s okay, I understand. I know everything.” You clutched his shirt as you sobbed in his chest, letting go all pain and misery you’ve been holding in for years. He kisses your tears away, letting you release all your pent up emotions. He was just glad he had you in his arms once again.

Keiko woke up from her sleep, looking at the two of you in a mess of tangled limbs and tears. “Huh?” she mumbled. “Mommy, why are you crying? What’s going on?”

You both let out a laugh, sharing the same thought. There was going to be a lot to explaining to do.

A/N: fINALLY!! The ending is here! Hope ya’ll liked it everyone ≧(´▽｀)≦ this is unedited and i might do so when i wake up the next day lol. tysm for the love ya’ll gave this ficlet and im sorry for the wait.

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sopewriters · 5 years

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La Vie En Rose

Pairing: Kim Jongdae | Chen x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a dash of Humor (I tried!); Soumate!AU where, upon meeting your soulmate, you can only see the world in shades of pink

Wordcount: 5.5K

Summary: It was a chaotic morning, and you were running late, and everything that could possibly have gone wrong did go wrong, and then... you found him. If only you hadn’t lost him just as quick.

Notes: It took me a billion years to write this for the @kwritersworld Spring Fic Exchange, not that I’m surprised (I mean, it’s me). Still, I was kinda scratching my head over my keyword: La Vie En Rose and figured I might as well write a soulmate!AU. AKA “I took my keyword very literally”. But, in any case, I hope you enjoy reading this, @roseyjongdae!

Unoriginal title is unoriginal!

As the cold, icy season has come to melt, Perhaps spring will come.

- Kim Jongdae, April, and a Flower

You’ve always contemplated it in bouts of lonely, wishful thinking. You like to imagine the feel of a soft palm sliding against yours. The fingers tangling in yours, snug and firm and there, saying it’s okay and I’m here. The reassurance that comes along with the presence of the One, the one you’ve been waiting for this whole time.

The one who’ll wash every last bit of pain away, the one who’ll wash the world in pretty shades of pink, of that color you’ve been aching to see your whole life. The one who’ll be by your side for better or worse. That one.

Your Soulmate.

You’ve heard people talking about their soulmates since you were young. Most of them were bright-cheeked, beaming, eyes crinkled and cheeks full as they gushed on and on about how they never could’ve imagined their lives without each other. Losing the colors was worth it, they say, but that’s the one thing you don’t understand. Why complain about switching color palettes? From what you’ve seen, pink is a gorgeous color anyway. It can’t possibly something anyone would regret.

Or, well, that’s what you think, until the day comes where you experience it for yourself.

As it happens, you might be running a little late. Now, while most people you know seem quite adamant that you suffer from Chronic Lateness, you beg to differ; you really don’t know where they get their (wrong) ideas from. They make no sense. Really. You’re always on time and they’re just jealous of the fact that they can’t be as timely as you, and that’s final.

But anyways, you really are late today. And it seems strangely fitting that it’s on your first day of work and, of course, in true cliché fashion, it’s raining.

Yep. Raining.

And spring rains, while admittedly beautiful, are the very last thing you need right now.

You struggle with your umbrella as you try and shield yourself from the onslaught, pushing through crowds of people simultaneously. You’re half-running, half-jogging really, trying your best to not to accidentally run someone over, but it’s too hard, isn’t okay if there’s a little collateral damage? Convinced by your wicked thoughts, your eyes fully squeeze shut and you push through the loitering humans using your umbrella as a literal shield. You hear some affronted noises, but they’re lost over the sound of the rain, and god, your dress, no!

You drop your umbrella just in time to keep your dress from being splashed by a zooming bicyclist.

So many regrets, and the day’s only just begun.

“Excuse me!” You push through again, and you’re almost there, yes – and that’s when you tumble forward, tripping over your heels as you fall into a firm chest. Blindly pushing yourself away, you suck in a breath when your fingers brush over warm skin, only shouting a quick, “sorry!” before ducking away. You hear someone call for you, but you really don’t have time to deal with an offended person right now – not when yoU’RE LATE!!!

When you finally break free of the crowd and make it to the front of your building, you let yourself take a breather, one hand braced against your knee while the other continues to hold your umbrella over your head. Desperately drawing in air, you finally let your eyes drift open once again, sighing softly as you watch pink rain puddle at your feet. Ah, you’ve made it. Your eyes drift shut once more.

Then, they snap open.

Wait a minute. Pink rain? Pink puddles?

You chance a glance around, heart thumping painfully quickly in your chest – and let out a gasp of horror when you see the world bathed in shades of pink. The cars zooming past you? Pink. The people walking around you? Pink. You chance a glance at your hands.

Pink.

“No.” You murmur to yourself, hands beginning to shake as realization slowly dawns. “No, no, no, no! No way!”

Some passersby stare weirdly at you, no doubt thinking you somewhat crazy, but you can’t bring yourself to care right now. Not when the world is crumbling away beneath your feet. Not when all your dreams, your hopes, have been decimated in one clean hit.

Oh god no. You’ve found your soulmate. Or, more accurately, you did. But they’re long gone now, lost in the crowd. That warm skin, the decidedly male voice calling out to you… that must’ve been them, right? God, if you’d just – if you’d just waited or listened to them and stopped, then you would’ve been able to speak to your soulmate. You – you would’ve…

You tremble as your eyes sting, and suck in a sharp breath when you remember.

As much as you’d love to dissolve into tears, you’re going to need to get yourself together until you’re done with work. Once you’re back home, alone, and preferably swaddled in a blanket… then you can have your inevitable breakdown.

For now, you take in a deep breath and push back your shoulders. You’re going to do your job today and do it well. So what if everything you look at is going to remind you of an opportunity missed? So what if you’ll probably never see both colors and your soulmate again?

So… so what?

You shudder, choking back a sob, and walk inside, greeting the receptionist with a tiny grin. It’s all you can manage right now, really.

“Hi, I’m supposed to meet Mr. Kang at nine?”

The man working behind the counter looks up, visibly startled. Then, a slow smile spreads over his lips, transforming his face into something less stressed and much, much more youthful.

“Oh!” He beams at you. “You must be the new intern!”

You smile a little easier this time, though it’s still dampened by the fact that his hair, his eyes and his skin still look very pink to you. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Alright, let’s get you set up really quick.” He clacks quickly at his laptop. “You don’t need to be so nervous, by the way! Brian’s a big ol’ softie.”

Brian? Is that your Boss’ name?

“Here we go.” He presses a couple more buttons on his keyboard, before looking up at you expectantly, the light glinting off his glasses. Huh, it’s funny that even that’s pink. God, any more pink and you might actually throw up. “Could I have your phone number and an ID please?”

As you rattle it off, you let yourself observe how different everything looks, now that you can’t see normal colors anymore. The thought sends a pang through you, so you stop looking pretty quick.

And ah, right, you’re supposed to give him your ID. You slide your hand into your pocket, groping around for the old school ID you kept in there specifically for this purpose, though you come up blank. With a sigh of frustration, you pull out your wallet and find, thankfully, that you actually do have your license, which must be a blessing sent from the heavens.

The only blessing today, as it so happens.

The man grins cheerfully at you, quickly checking your identification before handing the card back to you, and you make sure to slide it back inside your wallet. You don’t need to deal with forgetting another ID – and a super relevant one too, this time.

“Okay, I’ll show you up then!” He stands up suddenly, and wow, he’s tall. “I’m Jae, by the way! Nice to meet you, intern!”

“Nice to meet you too.” You manage as you follow him, wondering whether he’s just allowed to leave his station unmanned like that. Well, it’ll help you out, so you suppose it shouldn’t matter. “Um, so is there anything else I should know about Mr. Kwon?”

You know, apart from ‘Brian’ being a softie?

“Hm…” Jae purses his lips in thought, lighting up. “Well, don’t call him Brian and you should be fine! He hates being called that at work, haha!”

Yeah. He even pronounced the ha-ha.

You stare at him in slight disbelief. If anything, this ridiculous guy serves as a great distraction from, well, everything else. Uncharted territory that should remain uncharted for as long as you say so: forever.

So, realistically speaking, not a long time. Once you’re done talking to this Brian guy, you just need to find the nearest bathroom stall to lock yourself in so you can drown in your tears. Yep. Sounds like a plan.

Jae suddenly stops short and it’s only because you looked up at just that moment that you don’t go crashing into him. “We’re here!” he announces helpfully. “Hey Brian!”

You only now look past him, finding a man sitting at a desk, clearly focused on something in his laptop. At Jae’s obnoxious shout, his head shoots up and he groans.

“Who’s Brian?” He grouses, and Jae just laughs cheerfully.

“Good question! Anyway, this is the intern you were telling me to keep an eye out for.” He sweeps his hand over you in a grand gesture, making you wince. “You’ll probably want to take it from here.”

“Yeah man, I got it. Thanks.” Brian – no, Mr. Kwon – waves Jae away and, with one last cheerful grin, the taller man’s gone. You’re all alone with your Boss now and—

God, this is nerve-wracking.

“So, there are some basic things you’ll need to do.” Brian stands, carrying some files with him. The dull awareness from before is gone now, and you snap to attention, automatically receiving the papers into your outstretched hands. “Since you’re just interning, and this is your first day, you’re not going to be doing anything particularly hands-on just yet.”

“Got it.” You nod, though you can’t help the tiny well of disappointment in your chest.

Brian notices, and smiles softly at you. “Hey. You’ll get there, don’t worry.”

“Yeah.” You grin, then heft your arms with the files still in them. “So, uh, what do I need to do with these?”

“Just go through them, fix up general issues like typos and grammar errors, if any.” Brian shrugs, before his face folds in thought. “And, what else… ah, right. The Boss isn’t in right now, but you’ll meet him later.”

Wait, what?

“Oh, alright!” You try and mask your surprise, though Brian clearly notices.

The smile on his face is wry. “You thought I was the Boss, didn’t you? I keep telling Jae to stop selling me like that, but he never listens.”

“Well.” You laugh, a little very harried at being read so easily. “You seem really capable.”

This time, the smile is a little more genuine. “Thanks. Your desk’s over there, so let me know if you need any help or if something seems unclear. If you ever need to go to the general workplace area – with all the other employees – that’d be one floor down.”

“Alright, thank you.” You quickly make your way to your (your!!) desk, setting the files down, followed by your bag and, finally your umbrella. The troublesome thing’s wet, you only now notice with dismay, but, luckily, you’ve kept a plastic bag on hand for this very purpose. Sometimes, being prepared can take you a long way.

Having work to do is actually a blessing in disguise. Sure, working sucks sometimes, but this is what you’re here to do – and it helps distract you somewhat. It’s still pretty difficult for you to completely forget, especially when the pink still encompasses your vision, making certain graphs difficult to read – but you notice how it already begins to fade, natural color slowly returning to your field of vision.

Maybe it’s a temporary thing, then? The pink goes away after some time if you haven’t met your soulmate?

…you don’t know if that makes you feel better or worse. Why not the best of both?

“How’s it coming along?” Time must have flown by pretty quickly because, by the time Brian calls out to you, it’s already past noon. “You should probably take a break soon.”

“Yeah, I’m almost done going through this report.” You hold up a page, like it’ll actually tell him anything of relevance. “Thanks for letting me know, Mr. Kwon!”

He hides a pleased smile, no doubt because you didn’t call him Brian, unlike Jae. “No problem. Ah, right, the Boss isn’t coming in today after all – he texted me a while ago, so. You don’t need to be on super-high alert today.”

Oh. You’re a little disappointed, but the relief at not having to make a fool of yourself just yet is far more overpowering. Thanking him, you set up wrapping up your report so you can get lunch.

If this is all you’re going to need to do while you’re here, then this is going to be a more uneventful internship than you previously thought.

The next couple of days pass the same way. Your Boss still hasn’t come to the office which, according to Brian, is pretty unusual.

“He’s probably just having an off week.” He shrugs. “He doesn’t usually miss any days, so it’s really alright, I think.”

An off-week, huh? You can empathize very much on that front. Though, really, calling your week ‘off’ would be an understatement; your week has literally gone to hell, and it’s never coming back. You managed to both find and lose your soulmate in a matter of minutes at the beginning of the week, and god, just thinking about it is enough to make you tear up again.

Why isn’t life ever fair?

The pink that used to encroach in your vision has all but disappeared, and it’s only the lightest shade of rose that dusts everything you see, almost none of those pretty lies left. Is it weird for you to miss it now that it’s gone?

“What’s got you so deep in thought?”

You startle when a voice slices in, curious. Swiveling around quickly, you breathe a sigh of relief when you realize it’s only Jae.

You didn’t need to sneak up on me, you want to say, but you bite back the words. Instead, you just sigh, “nothing, really. I was just zoning out.”

Which, you know, isn’t technically a lie.

“At work? Oh my.” Jae gasps softly, lifting a hand to his mouth in mock affront - like he hasn’t done the same thing over multiple instances. He seems a little too easy going but you tell yourself that, once your boss comes in, he’ll probably shut up a little.

(Alright, so you don’t exactly mind that he comes over constantly, but you feel like you should, you know?)

“Yes, yes.” You let yourself smile a little, dropping your cheek into your palm as you side-eye him. “Is there anything you need, or…?”

Jae smiles sheepishly at you. “Yeah, actually. Brian wanted me to go on a coffee run, but…”

Oh god. You barely manage to suppress a groan – you’ve actually been really happy that you haven’t had to do that just yet, but it looks like luck just isn’t on your side. Ugh.

“I’ll do it.” You offer in defeat – though is it really an offer when you’re aware you have no choice? Huh. “How many people is it for?”

“Six, not including you.” Jae beams happily at you. “You just need to get them up here, and I can take them to the guys downstairs no problem! And – ah, right – here’s a list so you don’t forget.”

He slides a paper onto your desk, grin turning sleazy for all of two seconds. “Thanks for the favor.”

“You owe me.” You feel brave enough to say, making Jae laugh in agreement.

Gathering the slip of paper in your palm, you get up, pulling on your coat once more. It isn’t raining, thank god, but it looks like it might, and it’s definitely cold right now. “I’ll see the both of you soon!”

Brian waves half-heartedly, and Jae sends you another thankful grin that you return wanly before you ride down to the first floor again. At least it’s Friday, you think optimistically in a bid to make yourself feel better. You can go home and just crash for the whole weekend, provided you don’t have any more work to do.

You mentally touch wood. You are not jinxing yourself, not today.

Making your way out of the building, you pause, blinking up at the cloudy sky with a sigh, before walking in the direction of the nearest coffee shop. You’ve got its location down by now, since, well. Coffee.

The shop looks a little busy, you realize as you duck inside, trying to avoid bumping into people who’re reveling in their own cups of coffee. Still, it’s alright. You can deal with this kind of crowd – it’s not as bad as it could have been.

When you finally, finally get to the front of the line, you manage to rattle off your orders without making a fool of yourself, so you count it as a win; the girl at the counter, however, looks confused so you end up giving her the slip of paper with everyone’s orders on it so she can ring you up.

Alright, so. It’s not a complete win, but as far as some things go, you think this is pretty damn good. It is. Especially given Jae’s completely ridiculous order.

You’re a little bored, though, when you stand off to the side in wait. You already know you’re going to be standing a long time, given how large your order is, but should you sit down…?

As you furiously debate over this (very, very important) subject in your head, you’re startled when someone clears their throat from behind you.

“Sorry!” You yelp, immediately shuffling to the side. “I didn’t mean to get in your way!”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing like that!” It’s a man’s voice, you realize, turning around to actually face said man. “I mean…”

You appraise him quickly, eyes immediately catching on the jut of his cheekbones that accentuate his jaw and small mouth. His hair looks soft, curling lightly at the ends, and his eyes seem warm, homey. Is it weird that that’s your immediate thought? It’s probably weird.

“Can I… uh, help you?” You ask cautiously, hoping you haven’t caught the attention of some creep. Your heart pounds a little nervously in your chest. You’ve never dealt with these things before! What if – what if he really is a creep? Or a stalker? What if he looks pretty but isn’t really, on the inside? What if he chats you up and kills you when you least suspect it? What if—

“I was wondering if this belongs to you?”

…what?

Narrowing your eyes, you take a look at what he’s holding in between the fingers of his outstretched hand. A glossy card, of sorts…

You lean over a little more, squinting hard at it – and then your eyes fly wide open.

That’s your old ID.

Your school ID, with the hideous picture printed out so clearly on the tin. Your old ID, which you’re pretty sure you lost for good. Your old ID…which you lost on That day.

The sudden rush of sadness that sweeps through you nearly sends you into a full-bodied shudder, but you thankfully manage to stop yourself from doing just that. Your mouth, though, still quirks downwards of its own volition and it’s only the knowledge that the man’s still patiently holding out the card for you that keeps you from your impending breakdown.

“So… is that a yes?” He tries hopefully, smiling awkwardly at you. God, he’s got such a pretty smile.

You mentally smack yourself. Back at it again with the weird thoughts, huh brain?

“Um, yeah, it is.” You carefully take your card back, wincing at the grainy picture of your freshman self. Yep, it’s just as ugly as you remembered. “Thanks! How… did you find this?”

There’s something odd about the way he looks at you, and it has your breath stuttering, hands beginning to clam up. “Well, someone bumped into me when I was on my way to work, and nearly bowled me over, when I saw your ID on the ground. I don’t think you noticed, since you seemed like you were in a rush.”

Oh. Oh god.

“How embarrassing.” You groan, unable to help the raging flush that begins to work its way over your face. “God, I’m so sorry – thanks for holding onto it for so long! It’s been – what, four or five days since then?”

The man laughs and, you know you’re being weird, but you stare anyway. He looks weirdly right, laughing like this. Like this is what he’s meant to be doing. And he has a really funny laugh – and a really loud one too, gosh, is everyone staring at the both of you now?

I DON’T KNOW THIS MAN. You try to telepathically project, but you don’t think it works. People continue to give the two of you an odd look, every now and then.

Well, it was worth a shot, even if it didn’t work. But now, you need to find a way to politely excuse yourself from this conversation and yeet out of here.

“Yeah, it’s been a while. I don’t know why I’ve held onto it for so long either – I should’ve probably gone to a police station instead? I don’t really know how all of those things work.” The man rambles on, waving his hands rather expressively. “But man, you were really in a rush that day! I called out to you and everything, but you still didn’t notice – which is pretty impressive, people tell me my voice can be really loud when I want it to be.”

Whoever told you that isn’t wrong, you think wryly to yourself, before you pause and rewind. Wait. Hold up. He said he called out for you that day?

Could he be…?

Then, you chance a glance at him as he continues to steamroller through the rest of his monologue, mentally shaking your head. Nah. There’s no way your soulmate could be this kind of dork.

“—and quite frankly, I wasn’t really having the best day either, since I somehow managed to find my soulmate and lose them simultaneously within a minute.” He shakes his head ruefully, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. “So I guess I wasn’t thinking all too clearly—”

“Wait, you said you missed your soulmate?” You blurt out, deciding it would be appropriate to interrupt him. Your heart’s beating painfully loudly in your ears, threatening to wash out the rest of the world entirely, save for the weird dude who’s looking so quizzically at you.

“Sorry, I’m probably overstepping, aren’t I—?”

“Could you touch me?” You blurt out.

And then —

You freeze.

He freezes.

The both of you freeze.

You briefly wonder if you can dig a hole for yourself with a straw. Sure, it seems impossible, but so did the idea that you’d be able to make a bigger fool of yourself than usual. Never say never, right?

“E-Excuse me?” His ears begin to turn red and he smiles a little hysterically at you.

You probably look a little hysterical too, you figure, so you can forgive him that. You certainly feel that way.

“Th-that’s not what I meant!” You rush to explain, hating yourself for tripping over your words like this. “It’s just – I just wanted you to hold my hand?”

Yeah, because that sounds so much better.

He stares at you, smile dropping. Clearly, he’s regretting ever approaching you.

“I promise I’m not a creep, I just – need to know something.” You cast your eyes down, embarrassment overtaking your features. “I—”

“Got it.” He chuckles lightly, holding out a hand; and there’s something strange in his eyes now, almost like hope. His smile’s back, unwavering, and you might stare at it a little dopily for a while before you finally see his outstretched palm. “You can touch, if you’d like.”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, slowly reaching out your hand, fingers almost brushing against his palm—

“Order for __________!” You startle at the sound of your name, fingers jerking back. You meet his eyes apologetically, quickly turning to grab your coffees, balancing the holders precariously in your hands.

“Sorry about that.” You say downcast. Hands now occupied, there’s absolutely no way you’re going to be able to touch him.

“It’s alright.” He shakes his head with a softer curve to his mouth, before steadily flushing. “Do you – could I maybe touch you? Maybe?”

Ignoring the fact that he’s just used ‘maybe’ twice in a row, you feel your throat tighten. Unable to verbalize a response, you just nod, heart flying up to your throat.

Slowly, he reaches out a hand, carefully brushing his fingers over the bare skin of your shoulder, and then—

The world dims, falling away. All you can see – all you can feel – is his hand, the warmth of his slender fingers as they press gently against your skin.

“It really is you.” His voice swims over the roaring in your ears and everything’s perfect, you actually found him and then—

There’s a splash, and searing heat along the hem of your trousers.

You gasp as he yelps, staring in mortification at the toppled cups of coffee, with most of the drink having splashed over your pants.

Of course. Of course. Of course!!!

Your hands just couldn’t hold on for two seconds, could they?

“Are you okay?” His voice sounds out hurriedly as he rushes to get you some napkins. Quickly making his way back, he dabs at your arm, making you blink dazedly. You didn’t realize some splashed on your arm, too. “Oh my god, I wasn’t thinking when I just went and touched you like that.”

You don’t move, don’t say anything, eyes entirely fixated on the soft curls of his rosy hair, tracking over the pinking flesh of his sloped neck.

“You’re pink.” You finally manage to say dumbly. “You – you’re pink.”

“I guess I am.” He agrees with a little laugh, crouching down to the floor to continue to press his napkins to your clothes – and it’s only then that your body propels into motion. You drop down beside him quickly, refuting when he protests, saying you can do it yourself. It’s your mistake, after all.

And, while mortification eats at you, you can hardly even notice it over your elation.

You’ve found him. You’ve found him. You’ve finally found him.

“I can’t believe it.” You say quietly, ignoring the fact that the two of you should probably move aside to someplace more private instead of hindering the rest of the customers. You’re far too exalted, caught up in your head from the waves of pink that layer everything you lay your eyes on – except, this time, there’s someone who’s seeing this with you.

And that makes something bright and beautiful just bloom in your chest.

The smile he gives you only makes it unfurl; sweet and gentle, just like him.

“Neither can I.” He pats your shoulder, a tiny laugh erupting from his throat – but it rings around your mind, full and rich. “Let’s take this outside, alright?”

“Right.” You nod quickly, clambering to your feet with an apologetic smile at one of the baristas who’s waiting patiently to mop up the mess. “Sorry about that.”

He frowns at the remains of your coffee, taking a quick sip from his own cup – when did he even get that? – and seeming to arrive at some kind of decision.

“I’ll re-order for you.” He nods decisively, making you turn to him, flustered.

“You don’t have to do that!”

“I want to.” He shrugs. “It was half my fault this happened anyway, so it’s on me.”

“There’s a lot of orders.” You say warningly.

He shrugs again, like it’s habitual. “I have a lot of money.”

Oh wow. From anyone else, those words would sound cocky, but he says it matter-of-factly because that’s exactly what it is. A fact.

Is it weird you find that attractive?

“If you say so.” You murmur, ducking your head down as you hand the slip of paper to him. “Thanks.”

“Aw, are you shy?” He teases, making your head shoot up. “That’s alright, I—”

He pauses, brows furrowing when he reads the slip. You uncertainly reach out a hand to take it back, figuring he’s probably changed his mind, but he just shakes his head.

“Do you…” He shifts, clearly uncomfortable. “Are you currently working at someplace nearby?”

“Oh, yeah, at Kim Entertainment.” You say happily, not minding parting with this information since he’s – y’know – your soulmate. Oh god, you’ve actually done it, you’ve found your soulmate. “I just started interning there at the beginning of the week. It’s actually why I was in such a rush when we first met!”

“Oh. Huh.” He mutters something else under his breath that you can’t quite catch, and still has that strange look on his face. “I see.”

You bite your lip. “Is something wrong?”

He looks up quickly, evidently startled. “What? No, of course not! I was just surprised, that’s all – let’s get those coffees, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” You beam at him, before your smile drops. “Wait, I don’t know your name!”

“Ah.” His eyes grow wide, before he grins. “It’s Jongdae. Nice to meet you, _________.”

“How do you know my name?” You gasp in surprise as the two of you slip back into the line. “Are you – are you a stalker?”

“What? No! It was on the ID you dropped!”

When the two of you finally return to the company building, you smile at him.

“I’m glad I found you.” You say shyly. “I was – I was pretty sad because I thought I lost you.”

“I was pretty much the same way, yeah. Even took a whole week off because I couldn’t even walk the same route without remembering.” Jongdae’s smile slips a little, but he quickly shakes it off. “It’s nice to know you longed so desperately for me, though.”

“Like you weren’t the same!” You protest hotly, cheeks burning as the two of you file into the elevator. “You literally just said you were the same way!”

“Touché.” He remarks, which makes absolutely no sense, but you figure you can let this one go since he’s your soulmate and all. You admire the pretty pink patterns running along the carpeted floor as the both of you step out into the hallway.

“Right.” You snort.

He only turns to stick his tongue out teasingly before he rushes up ahead – you squawk in protest and bolt after him, giggles erupting from your lips as you let yourself enjoy the moment.

Then you hear his voice.

“I’m baaack~!” He sings, loudly and perfectly in tune. “Did you guys miss me?”

“No!” That’s Brian’s – Mr. Kang’s – voice, you realize. And then stop short.

Hold on.

You never even questioned why Jongdae strutted into the building like he owned the place, too caught up in your conversation and the elation at finally finding your soulmate. Now, though, as you listen to them squabble, you’re struck with slow-forming realization.

It can’t be…

“________! Where are you?” That’s Jongdae’s voice and you realize, slowly, that he knew. So that’s why he was so stumped by your coffee order – it’s because he’s clearly seen it before.

“Right here.” You say dryly, shooting your amused soulmate a deadened look. “I’ll be at my desk if you need me.”

“Hey, none of that!” The shy, cute stranger is now gone, replaced by this smirking little tease. Oh god, you can’t believe you fell for his cutesy act, you could hit yourself.

“You two know each other, Boss?” Brian asks curiously from his desk, eyes flitting between the two of you. Jae blinks, not moving from his perch on Brian’s desk.

Jongdae grins broadly, teeth showing, and you already know he’s going to say something like—

“’Course we do! She’s my soulmate!”

And there’s so much the two of you need to talk about, so much you still need to discuss now that you know he’s your Boss and soulmate, but... that’s alright, you figure. Maybe it’s the soft rose that shades his profile, casting a soft glow over everything you see – or maybe the way your colleagues’ jaws drop – but, you think to yourself, this soulmate thing might be a whole lot better than you thought it would.

Jongdae turns to grin at you, clearly proud of himself – and the sight of it makes butterflies erupt in your stomach, giddiness overtaking you at how soft the world seems to be, now that you’ve found him. You never thought you’d get your second chance, but now that you have…

It’s all so worth it.

As the cold, icy season has come to melt, The spring days I awaited bloom once again.

- Kim Jongdae, April and a Flower

Written By: Midnight!

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