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yeoshroom · 6 years

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Chocolate Milk↬

I wonder what their lips taste like.

Synopsis: While chocolate milk stained your wrist, your hand stained his heart.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: hhhh cussing??

Theme: soulmate au, fluff

Growing up, you were fascinated with the idea of soulmates. The entire basis, outline, and just the thought of having someone you were destined to be with was endearing and adorable in your seven-year-old mind.

But as you grew up, you lost faith.

Your sign was different than others. You didn’t see your soulmate in dreams, you didn’t have a lack of color, you could only taste what you were eating, no red string was attached to you, no words were etched on your skin to show what the first thing they’d say was, no wacky drawing or words suddenly appeared on your skin whenever, it was none of that. Instead, you had a rare sign.

It was a tattoo. But not a regular tattoo.

It was a tattoo of the first object connected to them that would touch you.

For instance, say your soulmate tapped you with their pen on your hand to get your attention. There would be a tattoo of that pen on your hand.

You found it odd considering your tattoo was a chocolate milk carton, colored in and everything. The smallest details relevant in the drawing.

Often you’d find yourself tracing the image while you sat in class, bored out of your mind.

Your friend Felix would always color it pink when at lunch because he thought Strawberry milk was much better than chocolate. He always joked around at lunch and would throw his empty cartons at you.

“hEY y/n LOOK! I’M YOUR SOULMATE! See! PiNk CaRTON!” he would screech out as you rolled your eyes playfully at him while your other friends scolded him.

“YAH! FELIX! YOU’RE MINE YOU IDIOT!” Changbin, your other friend, would yell. Engulfing Felix into a tight hug. If you couldn’t tell before, they’re soulmates.

Seungmin and Jisung were the other two who sat at lunch with the three of you.

Seungmin held weekly debates at the lunch table. He always got Changbin to join the debate and since he was so gullible, he did. But he always ended up losing and having to pay Seungmin.

Jisung was part of the art club. He spent his time drawing caricatures of everyone at the table and would always purposefully mess up on Changbin.

It was like a silent given rule that everyone, including Felix, picked on Changbin since he was a Senior who hung out with a group of Juniors.

Jisung liked drawing your tattoo in particular, always finding a way to make it new and creative.

Lunch was always the best part of the day, but it’d get even better soon.

“Why can’t Seungmin or Jisung just be my soulmate?” you cried out, as Jisung basically dragged you to the first period of the day.

“I’m very offended at the fact that I’m not even a choice to be your soul— YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND FELIX!” The three of you shouted in unison at the Austrailian boy, as he nodded his head with a smile, probably thinking back to when Changbin gave him a goodbye kiss just minutes ago.

Finally plopping you down into your seat, Jisung pulled his chair out between you and Seungmin, following your actions. “Wake me up when class is over.” he huffed out, burying his head into his arms.

You pouted at Jisung’s tired figure and patted his hair softly. “Let’s sell him to a tribe for money.” Seungmin whispered earning a muffled ‘i heard that’ from Jisung.

“Isn’t that like a human sacrifice?” You asked and Seungmin just shrugged.

“Depends on if we’re sacrificing Han Jisung the human or Han Jisung the squirrel.” he said, causing Felix to choke on his water.

“Take that back if you wanna live.” Jisung threatened, sitting up and looking at Seungmin.

The younger cocked an eyebrow and faced the front to where the teacher was standing.

“Bold of you to assume I wanna live.”

“SEUNGMIN WHAT THE FUCK!” Felix wheezed, while you started laughing as well, leaving Jisung just looking at Seungmin in awe.

“Seungmin scares the shit out of me sometimes.” Jisung said with a mesmerized faltered smile.

“Okay class listen up!” The teacher called out, everyone’s attention turning to the front.

“We have a new student today. He’s come all the way from the states, but he is very fluent in korean— ooh another debate victim.” Seungmin whispered to himself, but loud enough for the three of you to hear.

“Please welcome, Hwang Hyunjin!” the teacher exclaimed and as you looked up from scribbling in your notebook, you saw a whole ass art piece.

The boy in front of you radiated some type of aura that you just couldn’t identify, but you loved every once of sunlight that just seemed to bounce off of him.

He bit down on his bottom lip, probably nervous of all the eyes on him. He looked down at his shoelaces, paying extra attention to how white the new laces were compared to his old ones.

“Choose where you’d like to sit, Hyunjin! Don’t be shy, no one bites. Choose wisely though, some are stranger than others.” She said the last part a little quietly, making everyone stifle a laugh, knowing who she was referring to.

“Mrs. Kim! It was one time! It was cat day and you really thought I WASN’T about to show off my precious cats?” Minho said, but I laughed harder as I saw him stuffing the same glitter covered photo album back into his backpack.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin scanned the room and his eyes gravitated to you.

The way you smiled and laughed at Minho instead of fangirling over Hyunjin made the boy sigh in relief, knowing he’d be able to sit somewhere safe. At least he hoped.

“I’ll sit back there.” He said softly, pointing to the empty seat beside you.

The other girls pouted and sent glares your way, not really knowing why he’d choose to sit with you instead of them.

Tightening his sweaty palms around his bookbag straps, he huffed out some air and made his way down the aisle, making sure not to trip or do anything stupid.

As he pulled out the chair, the four of you turned to face him with gleaming smiles, causing him to smile in return.

“Hi, my name’s y/n. This is Jisung, Seungmin, and Felix!” you said softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“My name’s Hyunjin.” he said back and you could basically hear the smile in his voice.

“Don’t worry about having trouble with finding a group of friends. We definitely need a new addition to the group considering some are getting more weird as life goes on.” you breathed out with a chuckle, glancing at Felix as he tried his very best to balance an eraser on top of a standing pencil.

You heard Hyunjin’s wholehearted laugh and it was like music to your ears. Like you really just wanted to put that on a record player and listen to it forever.

“I hope we can become really good friends.”

“FOR FUCKSAKE CALM DOWN!” Seungmin yelled at Felix, as Felix danced around the halls like a ballerina, with the four of you trailing behind, one of them being Hyunjin.

“Why is he so hyper?” Hyunjin asked, tugging his books closer to his chest.

“Well It’s probably because lunch is where we’re heading to and he’s either really happy to go eat, really happy to see his boyfriend or both.” you guessed, noting that those were the only reasonable options.

“Boyfriend like?...y’know?” Hyunjin asked, causing you to smile a bit. When you smiled he could feel his heart beating against his chest and he knew this wasn’t healthy.

“They’re soulmates.” you clarified, and Hyunjin leaned his head back while letting out an ‘ahh’ in understanding.

“sO Hyunjin. Wanna have a debate with me at lunch?”

“SAY NO!”

“whomst the fuck are you?” was the first thing Changbin said to Hyunjin.

“What’s your problem Binnie? He’s new, let him be.” Jisung clarified and Changbin shook his head, as we all took our seats.

“No, it’s just that like. wow. like. WOW. You’re good looking. Like I need you to leave please.” Changbin said, and if you looked past him you could see Felix sitting there, his fry halfway in his mouth with the bitchiest face you’ve ever seen.

Trying to hold in your laugh, you turn to Hyunjin.

“That’s Changbin. He’s a loser. He’s also a senior and is in this SoundCloud group with his friend Chan and this other loser— hEY I’M NOT A LOSER!” Jisung yelled, cutting your explanation off.

“YOU’RE J.ONE?!” You screamed across the table, causing Seungmin and Felix’s eyes to widen.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS!” Seungmin yelled, “WHAT THE FUCK! I COULD BE MAKING A PROFIT OFF YOU!”

“W-Wait. You’re the J.ONE? From 3RACHA?” Hyunjin stuttered and then he turned towards Changbin. “A-And you’re SpearB?” Hyunjin continued.

The two nodded slowly as a huge smile crept up on Hyunjin’s face.

“Wow, that’s so cool! I really look up to you guys and I really wanna be good at rapping just like you both!” He exclaimed, making the two and even you, smile.

“I can give you some pointers someday?” Jisung offered and Hyunjin smiled even more.

“COOL!” he yelled out, happy to know his favorite rapper said he’d give him pointers.

Hyunjin fanboy mode: ON

Lunch continued as usual and you all got to know Hyunjin and he got to know all of you.

You two had hit it off the best and had already exchanged numbers with each other.

“We should hang out soon! I could show you around town!” You exclaimed while closing the cap on your water bottle.

He nodded with a smile as to say that he definitely would love that.

“So what do you think is more effective. Glade or Febreze?”

“SEUNGMIN!”

Two months had gone by and Hyunjin had adjusted just fine. You all went out together, had movie nights, went shopping, held birthday parties, you name it, you all most likely did it.

Hyunjin and you also grew closer. Skinship never happened mostly because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable and let’s be honest, you had the hots for him. But of course, no one could know that.

You don’t know when it happened but one day you saw him laughing at Felix and how Seungmin tried to drop kick him during break. His smile grew wider and as he laughed, the pitch went an octave higher. His eyes squinted close and he just radiated perfection. Everything good.

Love, happiness, hope, light, comfort, safety. He felt like all of these things. He felt like home, and you hated it.

Because some nights you stayed up, crying to yourself, wishing that you were his soulmate and that he was yours. You felt such a magnetic pull to him that you thought the universe was taunting you too.

Of course, you could always go against fate and destiny and date him anyway. No one was stopping you. But who ever said he even felt the same?

“Hyunjin do you ever wonder where your soulmate is? Like who are they? What do they look like, what their voice sounds like.” you asked, trailing off as you looked at the ceiling from his bed, that you were sprawled out on.

“Yea I do, but I try not to dwell on it just in case maybe that person found someone else or just doesn’t wanna be with me.” he replied, not turning around from his desk and instead, doing his work.

You focused on the older’s back as you wondered why he would think such a thing. I mean like, if his soulmate was that dumb to not want him, you’d sweep in and love him unconditionally in a heartbeat.

“oh.” you airly let out, plopping back onto the bed.

“I wonder how my soulmate is gonna take a whole ass milk carton and touch my wrist with it. Like how does that even happen.” You said with a giggle, thinking of the many possible ways.

Hyunjin turned around and eyed the chocolate milk carton drawn on your wrist. and as you sat up a bit he looked at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

“I wonder what their lips taste like. Maybe they drink chocolate milk so much that it just leaves a taste, like as easy as strawberry lip balm does, y’know?” you rambled on, yet again plopping yourself down onto the bed.

Hyunjin stared at your figure and his eyes flickered from your wrists and to your lips.

“I wonder what your lips taste like.” he whispered softly.

“You say something jinnie?” You called out, making him nervous that you heard him.

“Oh all I said was, what if it happened like this!” he made up on the spot and he turned his chair around, grabbing his carton of chocolate milk and walking over to the bed.

He didn’t know where his sudden change in confidence came from but he knew he’d take advantage of it.

He leaned over you, and as he slowly and dramatically brought his hand down to your wrist, he made the sound of a falling object that you’d hear in cartoons.

As the carton hit right where the tattoo was he made a “SPLOOSH!” sound effect making you laugh, as his other hand held him up and steady, keeping him from falling on you.

“You’re such a dork!” You said while laughing, putting your right hand on his chest to try and push him off you.

“AHH!” You both suddenly screamed, him jumping off you while you sat up from the tiny shock.

“Did you feel that too?” you asked Hyunjin as he stared with wide eyes at the ground.

“Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. Give me a second.” he huffed out, running into his bathroom, leaving you on his bed still very confused as to what just happened.

A few seconds later he bursted back into his room, pushing his hair back and when he spoke his voice was filled with hope and hesitation.

“Y/N. On your right hand. Is there a small little mole on your pinky finger right before your nail starts?” he asked and you sat up fully with a questioning look but nonetheless looked down at your hand.

“Yea, why?” you asked slowly and in that moment he seemed as if he was about to cry.

In a matter of seconds, he rushed over to you and tackled you in a hug, bringing both of you down on the bed as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“What’s wrong Hyunjin?” you asked still not understanding what was happening.

He pulled away and sat up and brought you with him.

“I found you.” he said, brushing his thumb over your cheek slightly as if you could break if he pressed too hard.

“You mean...” you trailed off, already knowing the answer when he smiled and nodded his head.

Pulling you into his lap, you embraced each other with the greatest amount of joy and love. Anyone who walked into the room could feel the happiness you two radiated.

“God I’m so glad it’s you.” he said, his hold on you tightening as if you could fly away at any given moment.

“I wanted it to be you so badly.” you whispered, making the older smile, as he played with your hair.

As you two sat there in each other's arms for a moment, something popped into Hyunjin’s mind.

“You still wanna know what my lips taste like?” he asked, pulling away from your embrace, to see your beautiful face better.

Your cheeks turned a hue of pink and you looked down at your lap and then back up into his eyes.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you admired his eyes for a quick second.

He watched you intently, noticing your every move, waiting to see if you still wanted to kiss your soulmate.

He watched how you cutely bit your lip and stared down at your lap one more time before making eye contact with him. You nodded as a smile spread across your face making Hyunjin smile.

The boy wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as your lips connected, fireworks bursting in the both of you.

It was like kissing a cloud, but his lips were rough enough to let you know that this was reality and your reality was with Hwang Hyunjin.

The imperfect, yet perfect boy.

And yes.

His lips did taste like chocolate milk.

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