give me more: teaser.
PAIRING: seonghwa x reader
GENRE: angst, fluff, smut, soulmate au (more to be revealed later)
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
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βHappy birthday to you!β
Cheers erupt from your small party as you embarrassedly rub the right side of your face before closing your eyes and making a wish, hands clasped so tightly together they begin to turn white at the knuckles.
You blow out the candles and then open your eyes slowly to be met with the excited faces of your entourage. Hana immediately leaps at you, giggling in your ear, slightly drunk as always but enough so you can understand what she whispers to you, words slurring a little.
Hana has been your best friend since early primary school years, a bright, cheery young girl throughout the years you'd seen her around, whose disposition had dimmed slightly one day when her lunch tray was knocked over by a group of overexcited boys who paid the sniffing girl no mind. They had continued walking and carried on laughing about which of them would collect the most match attax cards. You had watched the whole interaction while sitting with your own group of friends, and looked on as nobody got up to help the girl who was still sat on the floor in a puddle of her lunch food. So you had sighed and walked over to her, crouching down so the two of you were level and offered her a hand. And the rest, they say, is history.
βSo, what does it say?β
Ah, so that would certainly explain the eager faces around you. They arenβt really here for your 20th, it seems, but for the small words that you watch gradually spread across your wrist.
You attempt to pull the sleeves of your hoodie down, but to your dismay, you arenβt wearing one. You'd ditched the hoodie for once to wear an elegant dress, a ruched, figure hugging thing that wouldβve seemed beautiful in your eyes had it not lacked one thing. Sleeves.
And they jump at the chance. Hands tug at your arm, which you desperately try to remove from their clutches, but itβs too late. Hana holds your wrist as close to her face as she can, determined to read it first, and out loud at that.
ββHey beautiful, can I get you aβ¦. oh my godββ she recites, before turning to you and smirking.
She looks over your befuddled expression once, before grinning like a Cheshire cat, βRIGHT! Weβre going to the bar.β
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You moan, complain, and do everything in your power to try and convince your best friend otherwise, but she only laughs at you and continues her determined march while dragging you down the road, telling you how much you'd love this.
βWait, wait, hold on just a second, Hanaβ¦ Youβre not coming in with me?β
Since an unfortunateΒ incident a year ago, you point-blank refuse to go anywhere near a bar, especially on your own and no matter if thereβs a soulmate actually in there or not.
βAnd how do you know he's in there? He couldβve been offering to get me a blanket,β you protest, feeling your heart rate increase and getting more and more upset by the second.
βBecause I do,β she says, with all the confidence in the world, βand thereβs no way Iβm coming in with you, no way at all! You need to find your man without any distractions, girl.β
βYeah, like you.β you mutter, eyes downcast as you turn the corner to the bar.
You'd been waiting to turn 20 and see the words on your wrist from the moment your mother told you about the whole process everyone goes through as they become an adult. Sleepless nights you had spent tucked away in the covers in your own small world, thinking up scenarios in which you and your soulmate would meet and cherish the moment together. From wide, excited eyes to wonder and happiness at finally finding the other half of your soul, literally. It filled you with a sense of anticipation, barely able to live properly in the here and now from living in your head so much.
So to find out your soulmate was to meet you in the bar was a bit of a downer, really. Why not in a nice restaurant, or even at a shopping centre?
But no, it just has to be a bar. So much could happen. He could be any old alcoholic or druggie, too drunk to register the moment he's been waiting for his entire life and only to forget it seconds later.
You feel a pair of strong hands grip your shoulders and you shake yourself out of your thoughts, looking up in surprise to be met with Hanaβs face inches from your own.
βWeβre here! You have your phone, donβt you? So call me if anything goes wrong, which I highly doubt,β she continues, and presses a kiss to your cheek, βI promise youβll be fine, just sit on your own and wait for him to come up to you. Love you, have fun!β
And she walks behind you, places her hands on your shoulders once again, and pushes you through the doors.
Itβs too noisy. Too crowded. Too everything.
As if on autopilot, you make a beeline for the stools near the bartender, the only person who actually seems to have a sane mind on him in this place. He looks at you in amusement and begins to ask why you arenβt enjoying yourself and you tell him in low tones before he gets too loud,
βMy soulmateβs here.β
That shuts him up.
He extends a hand.
βI'm Wooyoung,β the man introduces confidently and directs a smile towards you, which falls once he looks at your forlorn expression. βWhatβs wrong, love?β
You sigh and rest your head in your hands, and Wooyoung barely catches what you say next.
βI donβt like bars, and Iβm supposed to meet my soulmate here,β You decide you can trust this overly confident man, and extend your arm out towards him. βLook.β
He catches you off guard by pulling your hand up to his lips and giving it a kiss and you lift your head to see another shit-eating smirk on his face. You want to think he's really handsome but he's not your soulmate and you donβt want to waste your thoughts. You have one goal tonight, and itβs heading out the bar as soon as possible (soulmate attached or not).
βJust joking.β He adds quickly, and this time he looks down and reads the words on your wrist.
He breathes out with a huff.
βWell doesnβt he sound like he's out for a fuck.β
βWooyoung!β you laugh and hit his arm lightly, and he's about to laugh in return when he hears a drink order being shouted at him.
βBe right back.β he grins and shoots you a wink, and you shake your head in mock exasperation, a smile of your own pulling at your lips.
What a shame Wooyoung isnβt your soulmate.
Speaking of which you do think you shouldβve met him by now, whoever he was. You honestly couldβve spent the first few hours of being 20 with your friends like going shopping, going on joyrides, whatever 20 year olds wouldβve done. Normal 20 year olds who wouldβve met their soulmate naturally instead of guessing where they were going to be and then going to that place in the hopes of meeting them. It was so unfair he had to be an alcoholic, too. What would you have done when the two of you went on a date? Gone to a bar, thatβs what. Hana was so stupid for jumping to conclusions and sending you to a bar, of all places, and alone at that! You probably look like such a loner as well, perched on a dirty barstool with your head in your hands. What an utter waste of half an hour of your precious life.
You look at your stupid tattoo once more:
Hey beautiful, can I get you a⦠oh my god.
You sigh, looking up, and are just about to yell out to Wooyoung that you're leaving and may even return to talk to him again one day, when you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. You stop breathing.
βHey beautiful, can I get you a ββ
You spin around to face your soulmate. Your mouth drops open in disbelief.
βOh my god.β He finishes as he sees you, almost apologetic.
You canβt quite believe what you're seeing.
βNo fucking way.β You manage, eyes as wide as saucers and mouth still open.
And his eyes open up in horror. He pulls up his sleeve and double checks his wrist, mouthing the words you just whispered. He shakes his head and pulls his sleeve back down then stares at you and you can see his chest rise and fall, fingers twitching ever so slightly, and you contemplate doing a runner because this is just so wrong. You canβt believe itβs him.
He doesnβt speak, and you continue to stare back at him, not understanding how he would be your soulmate.
Because the man in front of you is Mr Park Seonghwa.
Your best friendβs dad.
πΆto be continued πΆ
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