GIFS NOT MINE. THIS IS ALL FICTION.
Genre(s): soulmates!au / mentions college!au / fluff
Group(s): EXO
Pairing(s): Kim Junmyeon x reader
Summary: Soulmates have their first words marked on their body. Yours is Star Wars related
Warning(s): None except a whole lot of stuff that actually doesn’t matter
[Masterlist] [Moodboard]
A deep sigh escapes my lips as I scrub the tables clean from some sticky substance I don't even want to know while I eye the clock on the wall. Only half an hour left and then your shift for the week is done.
Don’t understand me wrong, I like being a waitress. Speaking with people, bringing smiles on their faces as I give them their order and whatnot. But I only took this job because I wanted to meet my soulmate as soon as possible.
Money isn’t a problem since we’re comfortable. I still live with my parents and that’s only a mere fifteen minutes away from campus and I like circling to it. Mom and dad still give me a monthly allowance but once you are a college student, you can never have enough money.
And I only work two days in the afternoon so no stress with overworking and not having enough time for my schoolwork, since school goes above everything.
The only clue I have to my soulmate is the two words ‘General Kenobi’ on my left collarbone. That’s how I became obsessed with Star Wars.
My parents also pressured me to find my soulmate as soon as possible. In the more upper ring of society, within the wealthy families, there is an auction every year where un-soulmated girls from the age of twenty-five will get auctioned off to the highest bidder to go on a date. Most of the time those dates resolve into arranged marriages, soulmates or not.
So since I just turned twenty-five one month ago and the auction is only two months away, my time’s almost running out. My parents want me to be happy so they support me whichever means how far I have to go.
The bell rings as a sign that the door’s opened and closed and a group of loud guys walk into the cafe, sliding into one of the booths.
I sigh once again and grab my notepad from the back pocket of my jeans. “Hello there”, I say with a tired smile.
Normally, I would get short orders or smiles back, so I don’t expect too much. Nothing more than a coffee order or something.
One guy looks up, into the distance with a noble sigh and clenches his hand into a fist before looking into my way. “General Kenobi”, he grins in mock evilness.
My breathing stops and I let the pen fall out of my hand, immediately shooting up to my collarbone. I quickly pick up my pen and turn around, excusing myself and rushing towards the counter.
“Please take table one for me?”, I ask Kyungsoo with a shaky hand on his shoulder before sliding under the counter, out of sight of the table.
He throws me a questionable table but still does it, taking the orders for the table and making them.
I still stay put behind the counter on the ground while grabbing my phone from my pocket, quickly texting my best friend to call me asap.
I suddenly feel a soft tap on the top of my head and I look up.
The Kenobi guy, my soulmate, looks at me with a concerned look as he’s leaning over the counter, almost upsidedown.
He has faded red, almost pink, swapped back hair with one lock styled in front of his forehead, almost flicked into a ‘j’. Kenobi guy has a pair of seethrough glasses on his nose, almost sliding off if it wasn’t for his slightly red ears.
A white shirt peeks out from under his dark blue sweater, which I now notice is a Star Wars one with porgs.
“Are you okay?” His tone is worried and I quickly hurry up my feet, almost knocking our head together if my soulmate wasn’t a quick thinker. “I didn’t say anything wrong, did I?”
I push my hair away from my face and laugh slight. “No, it’s just... I love your sweater.” I point towards it and he looks down, a blush spreading from his ears towards his cheeks.
“Oh... thanks.” My soulmate rolls up his sleeves and my eyes fall on the dark words carved into his skin. ‘Hello there’.
He follows my gaze and chuckles. “Oh yeah, that’s my mark. I haven’t found my soulmate yet so I made my mission to make sure their’s Star Wars related since I’m such a big fan.”
I lick my lips and pull my collar to the side, showing my soulmate my mark. “Guess I have to thank you for introducing me to my favourite fandom, soulmate.”
The guy looks at me surprised. “Oh... my God! I did it!”, he cheers loudly, making his friends sigh.
A chuckle leaves my lips. “I’m (Y/n).” I hold up my hand.
My soulmate takes my outstretched hand and shakes it. “Jumyeon, Kim Junmyeon.”
“Just adopt a porg already!”, yells one of his friends and we both burst out laughing.
Summary: You always thought you would have a happily ever after with your soulmate. Unfortunately, your soulmate doesn’t only bring you happiness, but also great sadness.
One of the most prominent memories you have is when you were merely six years old. A little girl playing tag with the other children, only to trip and scrape her knee.
You remembered it hurt a lot. For a child, at least. Your knee was bloody and you suppose it’s possible you were crying more because it looked scary rather than because it actually hurt.
The other kids gathered around you in panic, wondering what to do and how to help. Someone tried to pull you up, but you couldn’t stand. You just sat there on the ground crying like it was the end of the world.
And then a little boy pushes his way through the crowd of onlookers. He couldn’t have been older than you by much, with gentle eyes and an even gentler smile. When he comes near you, you stop crying immediately, washed over by a sense of immense calm. The pain is almost unnoticeable.
He kneels next to you, examining your scraped knees. “You’ll be ok. Don’t be scared.” He takes out a napkin from his pocket, wiping off the blood from your skin and you wince, sinking your teeth into your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
Once most of the blood is gone, he presses his hand over your knee and a warm green glow appears, your eyes widening when you feel your skin knit together. The sensation is odd and itchy, but in seconds the wounds are gone. Healed together, leaving no traces of ever existing.
You look at the boy in awe, wondering if you just met a fairy.
He smiles at you, and you notice dimples on the either side of his lips. Your eyes drop further and you gasp, recognizing the tattoo of a unicorn on the side of his neck. A tattoo that matches yours.
He’s no fairy.
He’s your soulmate.
“Are you sure you’re not going?” Your best friend since college asks with her hands on her hips, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I swear you don’t know how to have fun.”
You laugh, waving her off. “I do know how to have fun. I just don’t find going to parties fun. And I have work today.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re so boring sometimes. Alright, I’m going now. Don’t overwork yourself, okay? I don’t want to take care of you.” You stick your tongue out as she grins, waving you goodbye before leaving.
You get ready for work, humming to yourself as you do so. The weather feels nice today, a cool breeze ruffling your hair.
As you round the corner of the block, a body bumps into yours, causing you to lose your balance and fall backwards, scraping your hand when you try to break your fall. “Ow!”
“I’m so sorry!” A man apologizes quickly, holding out his hand and helping you up.
You seethe in pain, taking his hand and letting him pull you up. You clutch your bleeding hand, searching for a tissue in your pockets, though it proves difficult to find something with only one hand.
“Oh, let me help you…” The man says, grabbing your hand gently and he presses his other hand over your wound. Your eyes widen as an all too familiar feeling returns, a sensation you haven’t felt in twelve years.
He removes his hand and you gulp when you see not a scratch left.
You look up for the first time.
Tracing over his features, noting how much he’s changed. His face is sharper, older, more mature. But his eyes are the same, and so are his dimples like two parentheses by his lips.
You feel tears well up in your eyes. You’ve waited so long for this moment. “Yixing?”
He seems to recognize you as well, his eyes widening as they flit between your face and the mark on your neck, the same place as his.
“I—No, you have the wrong person…” He takes a step backwards, as if afraid.
You take one step forward, puzzled. “Yixing—”
“I’m sorry!” He quickly blurts, turning around and bolting the other way. You pause for only a second, too confused to process what just happened.
Your soulmate is running away from you like his life depends on it.
“What the—” You yell, beginning to chase after him. “Wait! Yixing!”
“You have the wrong person!” He yells back, turning around the next corner and you follow, surprised at how amazingly quick he is. Don’t tell me he runs away from people a lot.
“Argh!” You push your legs further, trying to get as close to him as possible. Knowing you hardly exercise normally, you feel your body getting tired quickly, getting slower and slower.
You feel frustrated tears well up in your eyes. You can’t let this chance go. You’ve waited twelve years for the opportunity to meet your soulmate again, and you can’t just give up now.
And then you trip on yourself, falling face-first on the concrete.
Fucking great.
Swallowing the defeat and pain, you take a mental note to exercise more often from now on. After all, you never know when you’ll need to chase after your insanely quick soulmate again.
You slowly sit up, embarrassed for falling so ungracefully in public. You sniff a few times trying hard not to cry at your failure.
What the fuck. Why are you humiliating yourself like this because of some stupid soulmate—
“Are you okay?”
You glare at Yixing, wondering why the hell he came back. If he was trying so hard to get away from you, he should’ve taken this opportunity to get away. You suddenly feel very bitter towards him, having the sudden urge to strangle him. “No, I am definitely not okay.”
He looks at you guiltily, holding out his hand for you again.
You slap it away, standing up yourself. You angrily shove your hands against his chest, making him stumble back a bit in surprise. “You! Why did you run?”
“I-I—” He starts, but you don’t let him as you keep going.
“You’re obviously the Yixing I met as a child! You have the same healing powers! The same soulmate mark! Who are you trying to fool? Huh?” You shove him again, putting all your energy into the action to show him how angry you are.
“I—” He grabs your wrists, holding them in place. “Ok, ok. Yes, I’m Zhang Yixing. We met as a child. I’m your…soulmate.” His face falls then, making your face crumple in confusion.
And then it hits you.
“You don’t…” You choke, wiggling your wrists free and taking a stumbling step backwards. “You don’t want to be my soulmate.”
His eyes widen, looking shocked. “No!” He blurts before quickly saying, “I mean, yes. Yes, exactly. I don’t…I don’t want to be your soulmate. I’m sorry. Just…let me go.”
You feel another set of tears prick your eyes. All your life you never once thought your soulmate didn’t want you. As a child, he was your best friend. Ever since that day he healed you, you went to the playground everyday in hopes you could see him again. When he moved away, you were crushed despite being so young and naïve. And boy, were you naïve.
You aren’t getting the happily ever after you see everyone around you have.
Your soulmate doesn’t want you.
You take a staggering step backwards, taking another long look at him. His eyes are downcast, almost guilty, which makes your heart clench harder. “I-I didn’t—” You choke on your words, unable to say anymore. You feel like the world is crashing against you and you can’t do anything about it.
“I’m sorry.” Yixing whispers. “Really.” And then he turns away without another glance.
You stumble out of the bar in a fit of giggles. When you told your best friend you wanted to join her to one of her ‘parties,’ she was surprised. Surprised is an understatement.
She literally stared at you with her jaw on the floor as if you had just grown two heads. She asked you frantically if something was wrong, if you were even still you and you just laughed her off, saying she was right and that you needed to get out once in a while.
But maybe going to one of her parties wasn’t the best decision.
It’s barely been a week since you met Yixing again, heard his crushing rejection. The fact that your own soulmate didn’t want you tore you apart. You never really had a boyfriend because you knew who your soulmate was. You waited for him. Knew that Fate paired him for you because he was the only person in the world who was perfect for you.
But no.
Soulmates is just one big stupid lie.
And so you did what any reasonable adult would do.
You drank yourself silly.
“Do you need a ride home?” You vaguely hear your best friend ask, her tone laced with concern, but you merely giggle and wave her off, mumbling about how you can get home yourself.
She looks skeptical, but you’re already walking down the street.
“Hey!” She calls after you, making you groan as you turn, the world spinning around you. “Call me when you get home, okay? If you don’t call me in an hour, I’m calling the cops!”
“Okaaay.” You slur out, laughing again as you wave sluggishly.
Okay, maybe you should’ve really taken your friend’s suggestion.
You don’t even make it two blocks before you bump into someone, nearly falling backwards if not for the stranger catching you. “Oops, sorry.”
“Are you okay?” The person asks, his face blurry from your unfocused eyes. His voice sounds oddly familiar for some reason.
“Yesss, I’m totally fine.” You slur, letting out another fit of giggles for no reason at all. The man is still holding your arm, steadying you.
“Do you need me to take you home?” He asks, concerned. “I’ll take you home.”
“It’s okay.” You say, rubbing your eyes. You’re starting to get sleepy. “I can go home my-myself.”
“I don’t think so.”
You frown, trying to shake his hold off you. “I’m not a-a child!”
“No, but you’re drunk.” The man chuckles lightly, a sound that sends pleasant shivers down your spine. “So you’re almost a child.”
You whine. “No I’m not!”
“Come on,” he interlaces your fingers with his, pulling you forward. “Is your house close? Which way?”
“Hmm.” You think hard, trying to make out the streets in your drunk state. “That way.”
“Are you sure?” He asks, stifling a laugh.
“Um…maybe it’s that way…” You furrow your brows, the roads blending together and you can’t make out what is what. The man is laughing now, and for some reason you want to hear it forever.
“You’re not very helpful.” He says. “How about we just go to my place?”
“That works.” You find yourself nodding, though the rational part of you is setting off all kinds of alarms. You don’t even know this man, why are you following him to his house?
But you don’t fight when he pulls you along. You’ll definitely, definitely regret this in the morning.
If you’re still alive, that is.
It isn’t long before you find yourself in the lobby of an apartment building, heading towards the elevator. You lean against the man who is still holding your hand, your vision blurring in and out and it’s hard to focus on anything.
“Almost there.” The man whispers and you nod, letting out a soft yawn as exhaustion catches up to you.
“Do you have more alcohol?” You slur, wanting to feel that high again. To get even more drunk until you can’t remember your own name. Only then can you forget the heartache of losing your soulmate.
“No,” he answers. “No more drinking for you.”
You whine, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as you look up at him, hoping you can convince him otherwise. He merely shakes his head, before the elevator door dings open.
He leads you down the hall, keys jingling as he unlocks his door. You enter first, trying hard to focus on the interior of the place, but your mind is foggy and you just end up collapsing on the couch.
“I didn’t think you were such a heavy drinker.” The man says, his voice getting farther away before he comes back, pressing something into your hands. A glass of water.
You chug it down, realizing how parched you were. You mumble a thanks, trying to answer his last statement. “I don’t usually drink.”
“Oh?” He sounds surprised.
“I’m just very, very sad.” You find yourself saying, tears filling your eyes as you hastily try to wipe them away. “Do you know? My soulmate said he didn’t want me. My soulmate! I thought soulmates were supposed to be made for each other…that they would love each other no matter what.” You sniff, trying hard to keep your tears in.
“I—” The couch dips under his weight as he sits next to you. His arm is awkwardly around your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Why?” You hiccup. “It’s all his fault! Stupid, stupid soulmate! I want to just burn this mark off—”
You’re suddenly very aware of his lips on yours. Heat surges through your body like fireworks, your vision exploding with light until you can’t keep them open anymore. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.
This feels so, so right.
He pushes you back until you’re lying on the couch, his body sprawled on top of yours. His warm lips trail across your jaw, sucking the spot below your earlobe and you moan, hands tangled in his soft hair.
He feels so good. For some reason you want to cry.
“Shh…” He cups your cheeks, pressing another kiss against your lips. “I’m here.”
And that’s all the matters right now.
You groan, burying yourself deeper into the blankets to block out the sunlight streaming in. Your head hurts so terribly, like someone is continuously hammering a nail into your skull.
You slowly open your eyes, hissing as you adjust to the bright light. You blink, taking in the scene before you.
Wait.
This is not your room.
You sit up, suddenly in panic and you shiver. Looking down, you realize you’re not wearing any clothes. “Oh hell no—”
“You’re awake.”
You snap your head up to meet the man you must’ve spent the night with and your body freezes.
No way.
No fucking way.
“Yixing?” You gasp, pulling the covers up to your chin to shield yourself from him. He looks terribly guilty, his lips pursed and eyes downcast. “We didn’t—”
“We did.” He answers simply, a sigh escaping his lips. “It was my fault. I’m sorry I let this happen—”
There it is again, the rejection. You feel your throat close in on itself, and it’s hard to form words. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it’s useless. “I should go.”
Yixing’s head snaps up, eyes wide. You see a flash of panic on his face. “Wait. Um, you can wear my shirt.” He hurries to his closet, plucking out a large t-shirt and sets it on the foot of the bed. His face is flushed, obviously embarrassed. “Please meet me in the living room…I think we should talk.”
With that, he leaves, closing the door shut softly behind him.
You slip the t-shirt over your head, the shirt hanging off your frame since it’s too big. It feels nice though, and smells like him—
Stop.
You take in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. He’s your soulmate…or he’s supposedly your soulmate. Is sleeping with your soulmate really that big of a deal?
Yes, since he doesn’t want you.
You shake away the thought desperately, suddenly scared to go out. What could he possibly want to talk about? About how he wants to go separate ways? That last night was a mistake and he really hates you?
You don’t think you can handle any more of this.
For a moment, you consider crawling out the window, but he lives way to high up so there’s no way out but through the living room.
You sigh.
You suppose it’s better to just get it over with. You steel yourself for what’s to come as you turn the knob of the bedroom door, walking slowly out to the living room.
Yixing is sitting on his couch—it looks very familiar, by the way, though you don’t remember what happened last night—sipping on some coffee. The sight looks so domestic you almost don’t know how to react.
He notices you, and you see the way he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes roaming over your form for just a second. “Come, sit.”
You tentatively sit opposite to him, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt that barely goes over your mid-thigh.
You watch Yixing hesitate, his expression conflicted. Then he sighs, setting down his coffee cup and leaning back against the couch. “I should probably start from the beginning.”
“The beginning of what?” You blurt out, not exactly sure what is happening at the moment.
He gives you a tight smile. “Why I ran when I saw you last week.”
Oh yes, you definitely want to know why.
He pauses, as if trying to find the right words. “You know I can heal, right?”
“Yes.” You answer, cocking your head and wondering what it had to do with anything.
“This power…” he clasps his hands together, “is rare. Very. But a few years ago I realized that this power comes with a price.” His face becomes grim, his lips pursed together tightly. “Every time I heal someone, I lose a bit of my life.”
You gasp then, eyes becoming wide at the revelation. “What?”
He nods, solemn. “Yes. I didn’t…” He squeezes his eyes shut tightly. “I didn’t want you to have a soulmate like me. Someone with such short lifespan. You deserve better and—” He chokes, tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “And I can’t give you that.”
You think back to the time you were little, how he healed your wounds. And when you bumped into him a week ago, he healed you again. From the look of things, he isn’t exactly using his powers carefully. Which means he probably has a much shorter lifespan now.
You find yourself standing, making your way to him. He looks at you with confusion, and he’s stiff when you cup his face tenderly, leaning down to press a kiss against his lips. He shudders, breath shaky, eyes blown wide.
“It doesn’t matter.” You whisper, eyes softening. “Even if you only have a day left, it’s ok. You’re my soulmate. We are made for each other. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together.”
He sucks in a sharp breath, shaking his head, though you see his resolve beginning to crack. “No…I-I don’t want you to be sad.”
“Being without you makes me saddest.” You say, kissing his temple. “From now on, let’s be together.”
He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close. He’s trembling, and you wonder if he’s crying. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. I’m sorry you ended up with me—”
“Hey,” you bring his face to yours again, leaning your forehead against his. “I’m happy. I’m happy that it’s you, Yixing. Back when we were children I already loved you. I waited so long for you. Please don’t run anymore.”
He hesitates, but nods, pulling you in close again. He presses a kiss against your jaw, whispering, “Thank you.”
You feel like you’re going to throw up. You’re so nervous and excited and impatient at the same time that you’re bouncing on the soles of your feet—which isn’t too smart since you’re wearing high-heels and you suck in heels.
“Someone’s excited.” Your best friend—who is your bridesmaid today—chuckles as she straightens the veil over your head. “I can’t believe you’re getting married before me.”
You laugh, pulling her in for a hug. “Well, I did meet my soulmate as a child. I had a head start.”
“True, true.” She grins only to gasp upon seeing the time. “It’s almost time! Quick, get ready!”
And then you are rushed into a beautifully decorated car that would take you to the wedding venue.
To think that on the other side of the aisle is your soulmate. It’s so hard to believe it’s actually happening.
When the doors slide open, you see Yixing smile, his eyes crinkling and dimples showing and he looks so incredibly happy that you can’t help but let out a wide smile of your own.
As you make your way towards him, you resist the urge to run up to him and just kiss him. So badly you want to be his wife already.
When he takes your hand and slips the ring onto your finger, you think you might cry. You always believed you would have a happy ending with him, but it just feels so surreal. You see his eyes glisten with tears as he holds you so tenderly.
He leans in, brushes his lips against yours, capturing them in the sweetest kiss ever.
“Till death do us part.”
“I need you to push, miss.”
You heard that phrase at least twenty times now, but you just don’t have the strength. You find it hard to even keep your eyes open, the pain unbearable.
“Hold on, please hold on.” You vaguely hear Yixing mumble beside you, his hand wrapped around your arm in attempt to bring you comfort, though nothing’s working.
“It doesn’t look good.” The nurse tells the doctor urgently, doing everything they can to get the baby out of you before you both end up dying. “She’s losing too much blood.”
You hear Yixing choke, eyes brimmed with tears. “No, no. Please be okay. You can do it, love.”
You try to keep your eyes open, trying to focus on his face but it’s hard. It’s too difficult. You feel yourself slipping away.
His sobs fill your ears and you want to wipe away his tears. To hold him close and kiss him and see him smile. “Yi…”
“It’s okay.” He whispers, brushing hair away from your face. “It’s going to be okay.”
But you know it’s not.
He knows it too as he watches the nurses and doctors rush about in the delivery room, trying to help you any way they can.
“I love you.” Yixing says. “I love you so, so much. I can’t let anything happen to you.”
There’s something wrong with the tone he’s using. You try to say something, to stop him, but he leans in and presses his lips against yours and you feel a wave of energy wash over you, suddenly it feels easier to push.
You try to pull away from Yixing, but he doesn’t move as he continues to press his lips against yours, healing you with all the energy he has left within him.
In seconds, you hear the baby cry.
“It’s out!” The doctor and nurses cry out in relief, picking up your baby and showing it to you. You let out a relieved, breathy laugh, so glad you made it through. “Yixing…look…”
But he doesn’t answer.
“Yixing?”
There’s a thump as his body hits the cold tiled floor, and your mind goes blank.
“Look, it’s daddy.” You point to show your daughter where he is.
“Daddy!” She squeals, running over and wrapping her arms around him. You chuckle, ruffling her hair as you set down a bouquet of flowers in front of him.
“Yixing,” you run your finger over the picture of him smiling widely, his happiness preserved. “I miss you.”
You choke up again, like you always do whenever you come visit him. You miss him so, so much. He couldn’t even see his daughter. He gave everything to save you, to protect you.
“Mommy, look!” Your baby girl holds out a flower bud to you, though once she presents it to you, it starts to open and bloom.
“It’s beautiful.” You smile, taking the flower from her and putting it in your hair as she laughs happily. “You’re just like your daddy.”
You press your forehead against his picture, imagining him still here, sitting right next to you. “I love you so much.”
A/N: I’m sorry it’s angsty and I’m sorry I made him die 😣This idea just popped up one day and I got a lot of feels from it so I hope you felt the same way too. Love you guys! 💛
Chanyeol winces and unconsciously rubs his nape where he felt the small prick.
It happened rarely, but somewhere out there in the world, his soulmate is either hurt or upset. Hopefully it’s the latter, but honestly? He wished it was neither.
Sometimes the pricks are tiny. Like a little needle. And it’s short, too. They last for hardly a second, but it still leaves a nasty aftertaste in Chanyeol’s mouth. He always wonders what happened? Why was there a prick?
If he could, he would want to be by his soulmate’s side, not sitting in class while he knows something is wrong.
And sometimes he wonders if he ever pricked her? Did she feel worried about him?
Because he’s afraid to hurt her, he tries to stay happy.
Today is a bit different. Today the pricks are longer, more painful, almost like a throb. It’s constant throughout the entire day, and instead of dulling, it’s growing more intense.
Chanyeol is worried. His heart clenches tightly and it’s had to breathe.
He wants to find her.
And then he sees a girl sitting on a curb crying her heart out.
You know that crying will definitely prick your soulmate. You know, and yet you can’t stop the tears. You can’t help but be a little selfish.
How long have you been sitting here, just crying? You weren’t sure. Maybe for hours, maybe for minutes.
You want to just stop crying and go home. You’re tired, but the sobs don’t stop. You’re choking over yourself, your lungs and eyes burning.
“Are you okay?” You jump at the foreign and deep voice, raising your head to see a very handsome male look at you with concern. Your heart wrenches at the sight of him for some reason.
“Y-Yes,” you mumble quickly, trying to wipe away your tears but failing miserably.
“You don’t look fine.” The man sits down next to you, much to your surprise.
“I am,” you insist, voice still quiet. “Really.”
“Do you want to talk about it?” He whispers softly and you go silent, tears pooling in your eyes once again just by thinking of it.
“My...” You take a deep breath. “My mother just passed away. I was really close to her and—” A sob breaks out and you had to cover your face.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. You don’t know why you told a complete stranger, but when he wraps an arm around you, it never felt so comforting, so right.
“Thank you.” You whisper and you feel him nod, just holding you gently.
“By the way, my name is Chanyeol.” He says before he cracks a smile. “Can I pinch you?”
“Wha—? Why?” You ask, utterly confused. You momentarily forgot your sadness.
“Just let me.” His smile grows. “It’ll be quick, I promise.”
Awkwardly, you give him your arm and he pinches your skin. You let out a soft yelp, quickly pulling your arm back.
Chanyeol looks at you with wide eyes, his hand against his neck.
“What?” You ask, a little freaked out by his sudden change of attitude.
“Pinch me.” He almost demands, shoving you his arm. Not really sure what’s going on, you obediently pinch him and immediately you feel a slight prick against your neck.
A very familiar feeling.
Your eyes widen as you stare at his equally large eyes. This is unexpected and odd, but it seems like you somehow found your soulmate.
“You’re my soulmate.” Chanyeol mumbles as he rubs the area you pinched. “Wow.”
You don’t know what to say. You mouth suddenly went dry and so did your tears. This is just too unexpected. “I...uh...”
“Can I kiss you?” Chanyeol whispers and you jump, utterly surprised. Your heart races, and honestly you can’t say you aren’t attracted to him.
You nod your head yes, and you stop breathing altogether when his lips press against yours.
