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Stray kids x Reader
Summery: A girl who just started collage and a part time job as a waitress soon meets 8 strange men. Stray kids was known all over town. Mysterious for sure but why?.
Warnings: None
Word count: 1,513
Playlist: Oblivion by Palaye Royal
Master list: here
Series info: here
Author notes: sorry this one took forever to come out ive been in a weird depression were i have no motivation at all to do anything but watch YouTube and movies. But Im finally back with another chapter. Also we are almost to 100 followers im so excited and very appreciative of everyone that has been liking my stories.
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Y/n looked over the beach. The waves of the ocean crashing onto the sand. The air smelt of the salty ocean. It was a beautiful day out. Felix and Jeongin race each other to see who gets in the ocean first. Chan carrying all the things they need down. Minho was rubbing sunscreen on Hans' back. Seungmin and Changbin were playing a game of valley ball. “Come one lets go swim” Hyunjin walked up behind y/n. She turned her head to look at him. She was nervous. She has never been to the beach. “It's scary at first but I promise it's fun,” Hyunjin held out his hand. She was hesitant at first but grabbed his hand. He guided her down to the sand. She was a little hesitant at first to take her clothes off. Finally after a minute of calming down she took her clothes off. Her new bathing suit Felix got her was on. “That's cute,” Hyunjin smiled at her. Y/n face heated up. Letting out a small thank you. The two walked toward the water. The sand squished between her toes. This was everything she dreamed of. The waves hit her feet. Looking down she saw the water moved back toward the ocean.
Hyunjin swimmed out to Felix and Jeongin. Y/n just watched a little scared. She felt someone push a plastic floaty. Turning around, Chan was smiling at her. “Now you wont drown” she looked down at the ring around her waist. Stepping farther into the water she floated around. Felix swam over grabbing her hands. Her legs kicked around. Felix made sure the waves didn't take her away.
Her laugh made the others smile. They love seeing the joy in her. She was always a bubbly person but this was different. This was true happiness. Felix laughed with her. “Lunch!” Chan yelled from the beach. Felix swam back, bringing Y/n with him. Y/n shivered from the sudden wind. Jeongin brought over a towel for her. They made it to the group. Chan was handing out sandwiches. Y/n held out her hand. Chan placed a sandwich for her in her hand. She smiled while taking a bite.
“We should all play a game of valley ball. I've gotten really good” Han cheered out. “You good yeah i want to see that.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Han gasped and punched Hyunjin's arm. Jeongin picked up the valley ball. “I'm so down, let's go” Han smiled following Jeongin. Hyunjin slowly got up to join them. “You want to play?” Felix asked y/n. “No thank you but ill watch” she stood up to join the group. Standing on the sidelines she watched the group of boys play.
Very competitive the 8 men were. Han fell alot. Y/n would laugh after asking if he was okay. Out of the group he definitely isn't the most athletic. Chan though. He was really good. Fast and can jump high. Y/n eyes caught his back. The muscles would flex when he would hit the ball. She watched for a while until Han snapped her out of it. “this is unfair there being mean to me” he held onto y/n arm. She turned her head to look at him. “I'm sorry, want me to scold them for you,” he laughed. “No it's okay I should get back in though” he hurried back in.
Y/n smiled as he went back to playing. She was too busy watching him go back; she didn't see the ball coming towards her. As she turned her head back she saw a body coming towards hers. The collision made her fall onto the sandy ground. She groaned out. Opening her eyes everyone was looking down at her with concern. She could feel something moving on her chest. Soon two little boba-like eyes were staring at her. “I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention.” Hyunjin put two little paws on her cheeks. Changbin took Hyunjin off y/n so Chan could help her up. She dusted her legs to get off all the sand. Chan helped get the sand off her back. “It's okay, accidents happen.” She finally got a good look at Hyunjin.
He was a white ferret. She's always wanted to see a ferret up close. “Okay lets call it a day and head in for the night” Chan guided y/n to the house. Chan is going to have to scold the boys later. If they keep running into y/n bad things will happen. They can't let anyone else know about the curse. He is already stressing that JYP wants to meet her. “Go take a shower alright, I'm going to start dinner.” He lightly pushed y/n towards the bathroom. When he heard the door closed he turned around to see all 7 members standing there awkwardly. “You seriously need to start being more careful. If this happens in public we will be fucked.” Everyone dropped their heads. Chan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I get it. They all have been accident, well except for Felix and Han.” He glared at the two boys. They stepped backwards trying to hide behind the others.
Chan loves that they can finally open up with someone that wasn't part of this group. But the issue is how JYP is going to take this. Yes he did agree she could keep her memory of them but that doesn't mean anything. He's not a mean person, just worried about the 8 boys. Chan knows y/n and if he can convince JYP that she is an amazing girl he wouldn't have to worry anymore.
He dismissed the boys. Watching them all go their separate ways. Shaking his head he walked to the kitchen. He's not upset that she's finding out who their animal form is. He's upset for how careless they have been. He can hear the others chatting in the living room. “Ooo y/n you only need to figure out three more of us” he could hear Felix's voice. “Need some help” , turning his head, Minho was standing next to him. He nodded his head, handing Minho a knife. The two sat in silence listening to the others talk. Changnin and Seungmin started to argue with each other. Chan sighed out. Minho laughed next to him.
Chan and Minho placed everything on the table calling the groups in. Everyone hurried in like they were starved. “I get to sit next to y/n” Han called out sitting down. Jeongin walked over, pushing him out of the chair. “Nice try” Jeongin sat down. Han whined. “Jeongin be nice,” Minho scolded. Jeongin just rolled his eyes. “As much as I want all of you to have fun tomorrow, JYP will be here” Chan announced to the group. Everyone but y/n groaned. “But we are on vacation,” Hyunjin whined. “I know but I have no control over this.” The room went silent. “He's coming to meet y/n isn't he” Jeongin voice held anger. “Yes,” Jeongin stood up, slamming his hands on the table. He wanted to yell. Argue even. Instead he walked out. Y/n almost went after him until she felt a hand on her shoulder. “Leave him. He'll be okay” Chan said. She almost didn't want to listen to him. She didn't want to make Chan upset though. Quietly she went back to eating. Poking around her food.
Y/n sat outside watching the stars above. It was a clear night so the stars were bright. The door behind opened. Turning her head, Chan walked out. He quietly sat next to her. “Jeongin has always been scolded for everything he did. He was always told he wasn't good. Jeongin was the only one open about this. Everyone got hated on. It wasn't really JYP himself but the others in this weird family group we all grew up in. We tried to tell JYP but he never did anything. So that is why Jeongin has so much hatred towards that man. We were just performing monkeys. We were different. Everyone finally decided to go their own ways. I'm the only one stuck. I did that so those boys could go be someone. The curse makes it hard.” Chan explained everything to y/n. She listened closely. He heart broke for them. She wanted to help set them free. “As long as we have this curse we are stuck with JYP.” She almost hugged Chan. She knew better though. The two sat in silence for a moment. “You can hug me if you like” she was shocked by his words. It was almost like he was reading her mind. She slowly wrapped her arms around his chest. Putting her head there. *puff* She was now hugging a big fluffy wolf. She smiled and cuddled close to him. He was massive, even bigger than her. The two just laid there in silence enjoying the nice cool air. She didn't want to let go, and he wasn't going to stop her.
Context: Your boyfriend gave you his card to use but you didn't use it so he trying to figure out why.
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Hey friends how y’all doing I hope you are doing well like I’m not going to stop complaining about this heat today was so hot I was sweating bad omg but it’s ok life still goes on and yeah tell how you like this and if you see any mistakes look the other way ok baiii💋
summ: one text message was all it took for jisung to leave an award show and end up on his knees in your dressing room.
⋆ pairing: idol!jisung x idol!f!reader
⋆ genre: smut (minors dni)
⋆ tags/cw: pwp, mean reader, pet names (baby, good boy), whimpering and whining, teasing, praise kink, sub/dom dynamics, oral (f!receiving), pussydrunk and needy jisung, hair pulling, face fucking?, coming untouched
⋆ words: 2.5k
a/n: i came up with this out of the blue yesterday and i’m happy with it. nevertheless, there’s no beta reading lmao. craving a munch jisung fic badly. enjoy!!! >_<
jisung kept both hands buried inside his jacket pockets, pretending to listen to whatever speech was happening on stage.
cameras kept flashing, people clapped, someone laughed a little too loudly.
he smiled when everyone else smiled, nodded whenever somebody looked his way, and applauded on cue. he looked exactly like he was supposed to.
then his phone buzzed inside his blazer and his whole act cracked. because he tried to ignore it. he really did.
but still, five seconds later, he was already slipping a hand inside his jacket, stealing a quick glance around the venue to make sure no camera had caught him.
his thumb hovered over the screen for barely a second before he unlocked it.
jagiya.
backstage.
and that was it. no explanation, no emojis, no “please”. just one word that made him swallow hard.
warmth rushed straight to his face as his fingers tightened around the phone. his stomach flipped. suddenly, his palms felt damp against the expensive fabric of his suit.
because han jisung knew exactly what that message meant.
his head lifted almost immediately, searching through the audience before finding you two rows ahead. you didn't even look back, your attention stayed fixed on the stage as if you hadn't touched your phone at all.
you looked flawless. one leg crossed over the other, posture effortless, the stage lights catching the edges of your outfit every time the cameras swept across the crowd.
whenever the screen landed on you, you smiled so naturally nobody would've guessed a thing. nothing like you sending him a text like that.
jisung tore his eyes away before he made things worse for himself.
the next performance had barely started when he pushed himself out of his seat maybe a little too fast. because of the motion, a couple of members glanced at him.
he answered with an awkward smile and a clumsy gesture toward the hallway, mumbling something that sounded just believable enough before slipping away.
and backstage was busy enough that nobody questioned him. staff hurried past carrying equipment, someone called for makeup, someone else rushed toward the stage with an earpiece in hand.
jisung greeted everyone he passed almost automatically, barely registering any of it. his mind was somewhere else.
and by the time he spotted your dressing room near the end of the hallway, the door was already slightly open. almost like you'd known exactly how long it'd take him to get there.
he wiped his sweaty palms against his trousers, took one slow breath, and then pushed the door open. he gasped quietly when he saw you already there, waiting for him.
you had your arms crossed, leaning against the vanity, phone resting loosely in one hand. you looked up the second he stepped inside.
because you hadn't been looking at the screen. you'd been waiting for him.
you turned your phone around, showing him the screen. he took almost a full minute to arrive there as a desperate man. a small smile tugged at your lips and you didn't say a word. because you didn't have to.
jisung's stomach dropped. heat shot straight through him, sharp enough to make him suck in a quiet breath. he quickly hid it behind an awkward laugh as he reached behind himself to close the door.
his eyes never left you. “i couldn’t leave the guys alone, you know…” his voice came out smaller than he intended, pointing vaguely toward the hallway. “we were- i was…”
“i know”, you said, starting to walk toward him slowly.
and jisung instinctively took one step back, then another, and before he realized it, his back hit the door.
his heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud, wondering if you could hear it. fuck, you probably could.
your fingertips brushed over the front of his blazer, smoothing invisible wrinkles before sliding higher.
his breath caught when one finger slipped beneath his chin, lifting his face just enough to make him look at you. he let out the softest sound before he could stop himself.
your free hand reached behind him and a soft ‘click’ sound caught his attention, the lock slid into place. only then did you look back at him.
“you’re shaking”, you brushed his face with your eyes, slowly.
“i’m… i’m not-”, he laughed nervously, nothing but convincing.
his hands hovered uselessly between you, unsure where they were allowed to go. and your smile barely widened because of it. you caught the front of his blazer in one hand, keeping him exactly where he was.
his eyes stayed glued to yours, wide, waiting. you tilted his head to the side with surprising ease, his pulse fluttered beneath your fingers. he swallowed hard.
“i saw you out there”, you murmured, another shaky breath left him. “trying so hard to act normal”, you leaned in just enough for your voice to stay between the two of you. “pathetic.”
jisung's face burned instantly. you followed his clumsy movements, his hands had already moved, awkwardly trying to hide his crotch, rings catching the warm light as his fingers fidgeted against the fabric of his trousers.
cute. almost painfully so.
“eyes on me, jisung.”
your voice stayed soft. and, somehow, that only made it worse.
he looked back up immediately. his lips were slightly parted now, his breathing uneven. he couldn't stay still. every few seconds his weight shifted, his fingers tightening against the expensive fabric beneath them before relaxing again.
you reached up and patted his head once slowly, approving, then pressed a brief kiss against the corner of his mouth.
“good boy.”
jisung completely fell apart. the tension he'd been holding onto disappeared all at once. he dropped to his knees almost instantly, barely catching himself with his hands before looking back up at you.
his cheeks were completely flushed, lips pushed into the faintest pout, eyes already asking for more.
you blinked slowly. for a second, you almost reached for him. but instead, you turned away. teasing him was always more fun.
you crossed the room and settled into the armchair nearby, taking your time as you crossed one leg over the other deliberately.
you caught the way his expression tightened, the way his hands curled against his thighs. and he still didn't move. he simply stayed exactly where you'd left him, waiting for any command.
“go on”, you said, tilting your head ever so slightly. “come here and do you work.”
you didn’t motion for him. you didn’t have to. you simply leaned back into the armchair, spreading you legs just enough before resting your cheek against you palm, waiting.
and jisung understood immediately.
he was already moving before his brain could catch up, quickly crawling across the floor until he settled between your legs. his lips parted as he stared up at you, tongue darting out to wet them almost absentmindedly, completely gone.
his hands found your thighs first, warm, careful. they slid higher just enough to part your legs, giving him room to lean in. he started pressing desperate kisses against your skin, slow at first, then messier, wetter, unable to stop himself.
anything that got in the way was quickly pushed aside, barely thinking about it.
he simply moved your clothes enough to keep them from falling to the floor, one brief glance toward the door reminding him exactly where they were.
backstage. exactly where someone could walk in at any moment. but the thought only made his pulse race faster, making his trousers feel tighter.
his breathing hitched the second he carefully moved your panties aside.
“… baby” the word slipped out before he could stop it, almost worshipful.
his thumb traced a slow circle over your clit, knowing it’d make you shiver. your head tipped back almost immediately.
the contrast between his cool fingers and your warmth made your breath catch, your hand sinking into his hair without thinking.
you gave it one sharp tug, enough to pull his face closer to your pussy.
“s-stop teasing”, you muttered, voice already strained. “stop fucking around and put that mouth to good use.”
he looked up one last time exactly when you caught his chin between your fingers before giving his flushed cheek two light pats.
his bottom lip looked swollen from how much he'd been biting it, his cheeks were burning, and his eyes glossy. he nodded once firmly and then disappeared between your thighs without another word.
the first breath he took nearly made his eyes roll back. he'd missed you. missed this.
his grip tightened around your legs as his mouth found you, slow only for the first second before hunger completely took over. his movements lost every bit of composure.
his trousers suddenly felt unbearably tight. he could already feel the dampness inside his boxers, his entire body trembling as he held onto your thighs to steady himself.
every sound you made only encouraged him. every pull on his hair made him push closer, harder. he barely came up for air before going back to eat your pussy.
“so wet…” his voice came out muffled. “missed this so much…”
he was already leaning back in before he'd even finished speaking, completely absorbed.
you watched him through half-lidded eyes. his hair bounced with every movement, his brows stayed drawn together with ridiculous determination.
then, almost as if he could feel you watching, his eyes lifted. they found yours immediately, wide, soft, hopelessly devoted. a smile spread across your face.
“look at you”, your fingers tightened in his hair. “eating me out pathetically.”
the sound he made against you was embarrassingly needy. his thighs twitched, his hips shifted. he didn't even try hiding how badly your words affected him.
you laughed quietly. “bet you could come just for doing this.”
his fingers dug deeper into your thighs. and he only became sloppier after that. more desperate, more impatient.
his jaw was already slick, breathing unevenly as he chased every reaction he could pull from you. at a sudden moment, you started moving against his face. his eyes fluttered shut and a broken whine escaped him.
“mmh- gonna come on your mouth”, you breathed. “take it all, baby. be a good boy.”
another whimper came out of him. he couldn’t answer, he could barely think. everything narrowed down to your voice, your hands in his hair, the way you praised him only to mock him a second later.
he'd never get tired of it.
your body tensed and your breathing stuttered. your legs trembled around him as your hips pressed him impossibly closer. the release hit you all at once.
jisung stayed exactly where he was, patient, greedy. not pulling away for a single second. only once your breathing finally began to settle did he lift his head.
he looked absolutely ruined. hair sticking in every direction, face damp, lips swollen, panting hard with his tongue completely out.
you quietly fixed your clothes, smoothing out every wrinkle before checking your makeup in the small mirror resting nearby. jisung never looked away, not once.
then your eyes drifted lower. he was still hard. of course he was.
one eyebrow lifted. “you're close, aren't you?” a teasing smile spread across your face. “bet you’re already leaking inside your pants.”
his eyes immediately widened. he looked away so fast it made you laugh. his fingers started fidgeting together again. so adorable.
without much thought, you nudged your bare foot against him. and his reaction was immediate, a loud gasp followed by a helpless whine as both hands flew up to cover his face.
you couldn't help laughing. “no way!” your grin grew. “did you just come from that? you’re such a sensitive baby.”
“i-it’s not my fault!” he blurted, mortified. “you’re just… so hot and perfect. i can’t do anything about it…”
his voice only made you laugh harder. you pressed your foot against him once more, gentlier. and he whimpered again, fingers wrapping around your ankle almost instinctively.
his eyes silently begged you to stop. or maybe not.
“such a mess”, you murmured, smiling as you ruffled his hair. “you wouldn’t last a second if i let you fuck me. i’m sure.”
jisung shook his head so fast it almost looked frantic. his lips pressed into a thin line as he blinked repeatedly, trying to recover from the lingering sensitivity.
he opened his mouth, clearly about to come up with some embarrassingly weak excuse when a melodic knocking sound interrupted him.
“hey, sung! you there?” christopher's voice came through the door, slightly muffled. “we're up soon and... well, we kinda need you.”
jisung froze completely. every muscle in his body locked up as panic flashed across his face. his eyes shot straight to yours, widely open.
you barely reacted. instead, you leaned forward, brushing away the faint lipstick stain you'd left on the side of his neck before smoothing the collar of his blazer with practiced hands.
“breathe”, your voice stayed calm, steady.
jisung took one shaky inhale before another knock startled him. his grip around your ankle tightened without him even realizing it.
“jisung?”
you leaned in one last time. just enough for your lips to brush softly against his flushed cheek. a tiny gesture, barely anything. still, you watched some of the panic melt from his face.
“fix your hair”, your fingers combed through the messy strands you'd been responsible for only minutes ago. you took one last look. “better.”
you crossed the room and unlocked the door without hesitation. your hand rested on the handle for a second before you glanced back over your shoulder.
"try not to look so guilty”, the corner of your mouth lifted, just enough for only jisung to notice.
the door swung open and christopher blinked confused. his gaze landed on jisung first, red ears, flushed cheeks, completely disheveled hair.
then it shifted to you. perfectly composed, like you'd spent the last ten minutes doing absolutely nothing interesting.
"... right," he said, lips twitching with unmistakable amusement. "i'm not even gonna ask."
you offered him the same composed smile you'd worn all evening. "smart choice."
with that, you walked past him without another glance, disappearing into the constant bustle of backstage as though nothing had happened.
christopher waited until you were completely out of earshot before looking back at jisung.
"... rough night?"
jisung covered his face with both hands. "please don't."
a laugh escaped christopher as he clapped him on the shoulder.
"c'mon. you're on in three."
as they headed toward the stage, jisung's phone vibrated once inside his pocket. he already knew who it was. still, he couldn't stop himself from checking.
don't mess up the choreography.
a laugh escaped him before he could help it.
he locked the screen, handed his phone to the nearest staff member, then stepped into position beside the rest of the members like nothing had happened.
"yes, ma'am," he murmured, unable to hide the small smile tugging at his lips.
Shouts echoed, murmurs of apologies could hardly be heard. A huff of exasperation sounded and a striking fist on a desk rocketed into the room but the young woman heard none of this, for her everything was superfluous. No, what she saw was the ring on her left ring finger. A ring that was simple, that was unwanted, but yet, that had more value than anything in her life.
To know how she got there, we have to go back in time.
December 31, 2023.
Las Vegas. The city of sins. What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas.
Alcohol and more alcohol, gambling, casinos and unspoken feelings.
Y/l/n Y/n and Han Jisung.
Two distinct people, two opposite people, one was the sun, the other was the moon.
One was light, the other was shadow.
One was a rapper, the other was a singer.
Two members of Stray Kids.
Two best friends.
Two same souls.
Two soulmates.
But two hearts that beat for each other.
On this New Year's Eve that they decided to spend together, their lives were going to be turned upside down.
Two drunk people, a jewelry store, a wedding dress store, and a costume store.
A chapel, a fake Elvis Presley.
Two « -Yes, I do. »
Laughter, dances, kisses were exchanged, two bodies intertwined.
Two hearts beating in unison.
A difficult awakening, two pairs of eyes wide.
And Y/n and Jisung knew that nothing would be the same again.
January 2, 2024.
Y/l/n Y/n felt someone shake her and when she looked up, she saw the disapproving look of her leader, Christopher Banhg.
« -Don’t you have anything to say, Y/n? »
The young woman shrugged her shoulders.
Chan felt rage rising within him.
« -Nothing? Nothing? Do you have anything to say? Are you kidding me? Damn but Y/n ! You got married in Las Vegas ! Fuck, this is so irresponsible and ridiculous. Fans have taken photos of you, it's all over social medias. What do we tell them? Was it a joke? That you were so drunk you didn't even know what you were doing? No, but I’m hallucinating ! Think Y/n ! You're completely out of your mind. You are completely unconscious. »
The young woman rolled her eyes, she was fed up, fed up of being yelled at. Yes, of course they had done something stupid but deep down, she didn't regret it. She loved Han Jisung. More than anyone. Yes, it wasn't the ideal marriage but she couldn't see herself marrying anyone other than Jisung.
So she got up from her chair and turned around walking towards the door to go out when Christopher grabbed her arm.
« -Are you kidding me here? Are you really going to leave? You really have nothing in your head ! The future of the group is at stake and you… -The young woman cut him off, angry.
-No, I'm not making fun of you, Christopher. Yes I got married with Hanji, yes we were completely drunk, yes we maybe shouldn't have but you know what? I have no regrets, Jisung is my best friend, my soulmate and I am completely madly in love with him so if I had to get married, it would have to be him. So you know what, Chan, fuck you. Leave me alone, I'll find an excuse for the fans. »
And with these words, she left the room. The Stray Kids leader slowly turned towards his friend, frowning. Jisung's eyes were wide, shock clearly visible on his face.
« -She just said she's in love with me, right ? »
Bang Chan nodded, still stunned and without really understanding, Han Jisung rushed towards the door and ran after his best friend. He found her outside getting some fresh air.
He approached her slowly, his heart beating wildly.
« -Baby ? »
Hearing her favorite melody, the only woman in the group turned to her best friend, a slight smile on her lips and her cheeks red with embarrassment.
« -Is it true what you said ? Are...Are you really in love with me ? »
Y/l/n Y/n just nodded.
« -Don’t lie to me, Y/n. Please don't lie to me. My heart won't take it. My soul will not bear it. »
Still without saying a word, the young woman moved closer to Jisung, placing her hands on the latter's cheeks.
« -How could I ever lie to you, Hanji ? »
Han Jisung's lips trembled, his hands instinctively coming to rest on Y/n's waist.
And in a flash, their lips intertwined, beginning a passionate, intense dance. Their hearts beat in unison, creating a sweet ballad, a sweet melody that only their souls could hear.
The young girl's hands came to caress the back of Jisung's neck and hair and the latter's hands came to rest on the neck and cheek of the woman he loved to death.
Their lips moved together, like a symphony, like a sweet waltz.
Their souls united to form a single soul, as if they had waited for this moment for centuries.
Out of breath, the two lovers separated and Jisung couldn't help but let out a laugh, a frank laugh, a joyful laugh.
« -God Y/n, I’m so madly in love with you, I fucking love you. I love you madly, I love you so much, I love you completely, I love you lovingly, I love you infinitely, I madly love you .
-I love you too, Hanji. »
The two looked each other straight in the eye.
« -My wife.
-My husband. »
Laughter, kisses were exchanged, two bodies intertwined once again.
Two rings that they kept on their left ring fingers.
Two souls that were now one.
Two hearts that became one.
Confessed feelings.
And a lifelong memory on a piece of paper.
Mr Han Jisung
Mrs Han Y/n.
And what happens in Las Vegas, ultimately does not stay in Las Vegas.
“Our next piece is truly special and precious. This is a painting from the late 10th century. It traveled from palaces to palaces and empires and was finally obtained and restored in 2011 in Italy before making its way here. The title is ‘my soul’. Although the artist is unknown, the identity lost in time, this painting is presumed to be of soulmates. Historians strongly believe that this piece is most probably the only earlier surviving evidence of the connection of soulmates. The other piece of evidence is from the early 16th century, that’s quite a gap.” The presenter remarked as she pointed to the painting.
Looking closely at the painting, I could see why it got a lot of attention. In a world where everyone has a soulmate and tries hard to find them, this seems to depict the feeling of meeting your other half created just for you. Someone for me to love, someone who could give me the love I crave, someone for life and so on.
The presenter’s voice got tuned out as I focused on the painting. It really did capture what a soulmate is supposed to feel like. The artist used a darker palette against golden-colored thread wrapped around the hands to showcase the deeper connection between the people. That golden thread looked so fragile yet so strong and bright, bridging the lives of two people destined for life.
After the last piece of the night was presented, I moved around the room to other paintings that weren’t in the focus tonight. Some were centuries old, some recent, some colorful while others weren’t as bright. Every piece tells a story of its own. As I was lost in thought, a hand on my shoulder startled me. Turning around, I was faced with the host of the night. I bowed lightly in greeting.
“I hope you are enjoying tonight, Ms. Kim,” Mrs. Lim asked with a smile.
“Oh yes, I did! Thank you very much for your invitation, Mrs. Lim. I never would have expected to see the pieces on the first night itself, but it was a great experience,” I replied.
“Don’t thank me! It was my pleasure to invite you for the help you have done for us. Thanks to you, our son is now in a good university and he really developed a good study habit. Thank you a lot, Ms. Kim. Without your help, we would still be lost,” Mrs. Lim admitted with a smile. If I looked closely, I could see her eyes shining under the golden lights in the room.
I tried to dismiss it. “No, no… it was all him. He studied well. He just needed some push in the right direction with it, and I am glad I could be of help. After all, that’s what all teachers wish to do for their students.”
Mrs. Lim and I talked for some time about her son and his studies, her gallery, and the paintings until she was called over for photos. She reminded me to stay until the dinner provided and left me with a light hug.
Watching her walk away, I let out a small sigh. Mrs. Lim was one of the parents of my students last year. She was a kind and cooperative parent unlike many i met. Her son, although a well-mannered student, was lagging behind other students in his studies. That made everyone worried and anxious about his future. It took time, but with help from me and his mother, he changed his study pattern, which ultimately led to his admission into a good university.
Seeing how grateful parents like Mrs. Lim were was the reason I took on and continued teaching high school students despite the high pressure and stress placed on the teachers, too. It was no secret that the exams were competitive, tough, and hard to get into good universities. It was a highly pressured but rewarding job, seeing the happy faces of students as they got into their desired universities.
After the complimentary dinner provided, I went ahead to say goodbye to Mrs. Lim, who was engaged in small talk with a guy. I couldn’t see his face due to the lighting and the mask he wore but lord the eye contact was intense.i felt a shiver go up my spine and quickly broke the eye contact. Mrs. Lim hugged me once more with promises to keep in contact. I extended my greetings to both her son and husband before bowing her a good bye.
After a long evening, socializing with people had completely drained my social energy. I was tired and so ready for bed the moment I left the building. I unlocked my phone and realized that it was almost 10. I sent a quick message to my friend telling her I would be home within an hour at most and ordered a taxi for my departure. The waiting time showed 10 minutes.
i sighed in despair.10 whole minutes. And there is a considerable amount traffic of cars waiting to pick up their people who are still talking amongst themself in small groups.
Great!add another 10 minutes to the waiting time.
Standing outside in a formal dress with a thin coat is not ideal nor recommended in late November. Nor is wearing heels after standing for too long. With the winter season approaching, the cold wind got harsher on my skin and ankle aching as time ticked by. I for sure know that my back and feet will be hurting by tomorrow morning.I silently thanked god that its a weekend not a school day tomorrow.
Other people from inside also started to exit the exhibition slowly bidding others goodbye.I watched the people there. They seemed rich and so out of reach. They had designer bags, sunglasses, and flawless makeup even after hours. Some even had assistants trailing behind them and security teams.It was no secret that this was a high profile event with familiar faces u see on t.v and magazines.I was so sure that the guy who sat next during dinner is some rich heir who i have a vague memory of seeing him on T.V.And i am also sure that the dinner they provided itself cost a fortune.It was elaborate dinner with chefs going on every table to explain the dishes in front of you,basically the kind of treatment when u have more money to spend on food and Michelin star restaurants.
Scrolling up my messages I got in the last few hours,i felt a warm sensation going up my spine and a feeling of eyes watching.I quickly turned around to spot if it was just my imagination going wild or its true.To my surprise and horror,i find the same masked man talking to Mrs lim back then looking straight at me.He looked surprised to be cought looking back judging by his widened eyes.Then his eyes crinkled as if he was smiling and raise a hand in small wave.Confusion swirls in my mind but just as i was about to smile back and wreck my brain to figure out who the mysterious stranger is,a horn interrupts pulling me back to reality.
It was my ride,Thank god.I quickly turned around to the masked guy and bowed and got inside the car.A sigh of relief escaped me as i sat down on the seat.The driver looked back through the mirror to ask for direction.As the car pulled away,i looked out to see if the guy had left but he is still standing there,staring at the spot i was standing in a few moments ago,as if lost in thoughts.
‘What a weird guy’ i thought as the car rolled away from the gallery towards my home.I wonder if it was someone i know.Or maybe a parent?but then again,this guy looked young to be a parent of a high school student.Maybe someone’s brother?but then again,i saw no siblings at the parents teachers meeting in the last two years i taught in this school.maybe its just a weirdo as i thought,nothing to think about.
As i looked outside,my thoughts ran back to the gallery.specifically to the painting that showed soulmate.looking at it,it felt like i was inside the moment,experiencing that intense feeling of finding ‘the one’.Its moments like this make me wonder of my own,i wonder if i ever meet mine one day or it will be just another connection undiscovered.I know that the meeting your soulmate take time,fate take time but after tonight there is a quiet ache behind my ribs yearning for something i don’t have yet.Unlike usual,the pending connection feels heavier than usual and pulsing with life desperate to form a connection.
maybe i am just tired and drained today and its getting to my head more than usual.And its not like i dont have any connection to my soulmate at all.I know I have one because as soulmates have different aspects to know each other,i share a telepathic link to one of them.There are people who are bonded to multiple people at once trough out the history,its not as rare as people think but it still catches attention of new publishers looking for a next hit.
Rubbing my aching ankle,i feel a sore on my thighs as if i just worked out and my entire body aching.Brushing it off as a side effect of being exhausted,i relaxed by mind.After years and years of sharing a telepathic connection with my soulmate,we learned to tune each other out throughout the day,keeping thoughts separate from each other.it took years to master with lots of clashes but it was worth it.My soulmate didn’t have to hear me go on and on about college admission and Shakespeare.As my mind relaxed and opened up to our open space where we often talk,i could hear light humming of song.A english song maybe.As if an alarm bell ring off my my presence,the beautiful humming stopped for a second.
“Dont stop on my account,it was beautiful.keep going”i encouraged my singer soulmate.I could almost picture him in my thoughts.The shy,soft-voiced boy who hums tunes and sing songs ever since i could remember.
“I thought you said u had a gallery visit?Is it done yet?”He asked ignoring my request to keep humming.
I pouted lightly “its done.It was nice,better than expected.We were served good food too you know?”
“Really?was it good?How was the paintings and displays?i am sure they are good..”he trailed off.He isnt really a art person from what i understand.I smiled at his attempt to know about my day.
“It was amazing!!!the highlight was called ‘my soul’ a centuries old painting restored.It showed the connection in between soulmate,so bright and unyielding.It was a beautiful piece to witness in real life.”i gushed about the main highlight of the night.
“then i should really look into it.I heard its rare to get a soulmate based art evidence from the past.this piece must have created a lot of buzz.”
“for someone who isnt into arts,u seems to know a lot about it.Are you secretly an art enthusiast?I teased him,a light smile forming on my face.
“not really,my friend-no my best friend paints a lot and knows a lot about the history and all.U would get along with him actually,i mean when we meet of course….”he trails of uncertainly,his tone taking a sadder route.
One bittersweet thing about our connection was,no matter what we share,there are some extent to what we share.He couldnt share his name so cant i.Its fates work.I remember as kids,we tried to introduce each other but the other could hear nothing but statics.and also almost same situation about our jobs, but luckily we guessed right and that really didnt raised any problem.
“You know that painting reminded me of you…of us and our connection…..”
“…how?”
“It was actually against a darker color for the palette for the people but a bright golden color thread as a connection between them,it was connected to their hands even though the two of them were standing far away..It felt like us.The connection but so closr yet so far away.”i replied
“yea?I hope it doesn’t forever stay that way.I want to meet you,hold you until my heart satisfy” he says with a quiet longing in his low tone.
“i am sure we will meet..Dont worry,if not,fate wouldnt have written us together”i reassured him.
After that heavy conversation,we drifted into more easy topics about today.From what i gathered,my soulmate works closely with singers by those constant humming.He says its true but knowing his nature to joke, i am tempted to believe he is a singer too but i never raised that question.
As the taxi pulled through my streets, I bid bye to my soulmate who was going to bed as its a early day for him. I paid the driver and wished him a safe journey as I closed the car door behind me.
An big sigh of relief escaped me as I entered my apartment. Although it’s modest compared to rest, it’s a home to me and I don’t plan on moving anytime soon. I swapped my painful heels for a fluffy slippers I wear inside and entered.
I quickly shoot a text to my friend saying her that I reached my home safely. Without waiting for a reply I stripped out of my dress and hoped into the warm shower. Afar washing off, although the body pain never really reduced much, I finally feels like a human again,fresh and clean.
Wearing the a bathrobe before changing into pjs for the night, I started to wipe of make up that’s still on me after the shower. That’s when I noticed little lines appearing on my arms. Those little lines started to take shapes. The first one is a star and a heart. I smiled watching my other soulmate trying to doodle up my arms.
It was another soulmate connection I had along with the first words of another. It was an absolute surprise knowing I had 3 soulmates.It took my time to get used to the idea that i have three of them.Sometimes i wonder if they know each other and the fact that they share a soulmate.I tried asking both of them they really didnt have any problem with the concept saying that its a blessing but i still wonder if they say it to make me feel better about it.
I continued my skincare routine while keeping an eye on my artist’s work. watched as the slow doodles turn into questions about my day,what i ate.Unlike my telepathic link,we cant really talk much as the marks on our body written to each other will be seen by others.We try to communicate with each other in places that are harder to spot and i try hard to wear long sleeves.These days we have found a pen whose ink will go away with just wipes so it made the communication easier.On some days i return home from school,i could find some writing as random they can be,sometimes its lyrics or quotes or even a grocery list up my arms.
“i had a long day,i visited the gallery i told you about before and they served an expensive dinner.”i wrote on my arm with the pen.
immediately a sad face doodle appears and before i could ask him be writes “lucky you,i am still at work.I have a deadline coming up and the guys isnt allowing me to go home.i havent been home since this morning…….”Maybe its my head but i could hear the whiny complaining voice in my head so clearly that made me smile a little.
“really?dont forget to eat real food after wrapping it up.Energy drinks and instant noodles arent enough for your body to work u know..?And dont push yourself soo hard,i am sure u will do good”i tried to reassure him.
Then a heart appeared near to the words i wrote for him “i will eat and drink plenty after this!!thank you..i gotta go,the break is over,love you..” appeared right on your arms.
“…….love you too” i wrote with a doodled heart and kept the pen down.
I wrapped up my skincare and took off my bathrobe to change.i brushed my fingers against the words written above my heart.
You have flower petals in your hair.
That is the first words my soulmate will say when I meet him. Unlike my other two soulmate I know, this is the only one I don’t know. I wonder how this soulmate of mine really is? Will my soulmate fit in with us three? Will be able know it’s me who has been waiting for years? Or will they even want me..us?
The mark was now just pitch black and in cursive. It looks more like a tattoo than a mark. I heard and read about the marks turning red after meeting your soulmate. I dressed in a cotton pajama and lay down on the bed waiting for sleep to come.
The weekend passed without any other special occasion.I spend time to plan for the upcoming lessons in the week,make worksheets,update performances of my students.There is also a upcoming parent-teacher conference to discuss about the academic standing of students before the exam set in December.One thing about working in an international school was the flexibility in time.Unlike traditional study sessions in schools until 10 at night,we are out by 4 pm for the day.the school follows the western academic calendar.That make a huge difference in the study and teaching pattern.
Most of the students came from well off families.Some of CEOs,diplomats, chairman ect whose main aim for the children is to get into a Ivy Leagues.Thats why i dread the meetings with them.some of them are nice but not all,some of them pressure the children too much that it become uncomfortable very fast.
while all this was happening,both of my soulmates has become much quite,well way quite than usual.I didnt find much writings on my skin except tiny hearts and some tired humming in my mind from the other side.He didnt talk much during the weekend,usually sleeping straight off.It made me worried for a minute.He never stayed that quiet for too long.He gave a short explanation of tired from work and tried to stay up a little talking but slept half way through.
Going to school on Mondays as a teacher is as bad as when as a student.I woke up earlier than usual hoping to start on a positive note but Monday didnt have a plan to start on a positive note.I woke up with a headache that wasnt there while going to sleep.Hoping its not a start of a cold,i went to get coffee.It went perfectly until then i burned a bit my shirt while ironing.Ditching that i took on another shirt that doesnt need ironing.Hoping that was the end of the misery,i left for school after breakfast.
I reached the school by 7:30.As i entered the staff’s lunge,everyone was surrounding Ms.Andrews.Going further i understand what the issue was.Looking at her left hand,i spotted a big diamond ring shining on her ring finger.
‘It looks like she is getting married,lucky her’.Quickly congratulating her and giving her a side hug,i took the worksheet for students and went to the classroom.Ms Andrews met her soulmate about 6 months ago during the summer break back home.She said she met him by chance and then he spoke the words written on her arms,thats when she realised the guy in front of her was her soulmate.After the break she showed off her red gleaming mark of the words he uttered to everyone she across with.
Thinking about how easy it was,it left a bitter taste in my mouth.Of course i am happy for my colleague but remembering my own tattooed words in black made me hopeless in finding my own.Burying that thought,i quickly put a smile on my face and walked foreword.
Reaching the class,i greeted the few students sitting there,they greeted back and i started setting up for the for the class.By the time I set up my projector and the smart board as the students filtered in.
I was the homeroom teacher for 9th grade this year teaching them English as the subject. As the bell rang, everyone was in their seat ready for the day. I took the attendance and kept a check on the parents who are coming for the parent teacher conference later in the evening today. After hearing about the weekends from the kids, we moved on with the lesson and just like that I drifted into the world of literature.
The conference sessions was between parents and teachers one to one. This was a official meeting before they went ahead for the preparation for the exams in December.
One by one parents came and went. Some complained and some praised their children. I also offered my sight and my overview of the children I started teaching from August.
The exhausting part was stuck up parents who seems to have problems with everything done on the school. According to them, the food wasn’t proper or the classes aren’t great as expected and all. Those were the hardest parents to deal with.
It was almost 6 by the time i reached home and freshen up.I was in the middle of drinking my coffee when i got a call from my Ji Young.I quickly picked it up.Before i could even greet her,my ears were ringing from her high pitch screeching.
“EMMA,U BETTER BE HOME!!I AM COMING THERE” and just like that the call disconnected.Before i could process what happened,my door bell rang 2 times at one.
‘a impatient one,i wonder what got her so excited now’i thought as i opened the door only to met with a tight hug.
“Ji young-ah,i know you miss me but i cant breath.”i muttered into her.
“shit-i am soo sorry!!i have the craziest news ever!”she exclaimed as she let me go and sat on the couch.She looked at me and patted the seat next to her.I quickly closed the door and sat down,knowing how patient she normally is,this has to be something good.
“go on,tell me what the crazy thing is”
“remember when i told you that we will be filming some part of the drama in Japan and it has to get approved?”i nodded at her question.Of course i remember.She used to literally pray for it to get approved.She was one of the screen writers for an upcoming drama.They adapted the story from a comic and the location also changes.To maintain the authenticity,the production team submitted the request to travel there to the higher ups.
Unable to contain her happiness,she jumped up from her place “it got approved baby”.Hearing that i also stood up to hug her but was caught into her excited hands which also made me jump with her.
“congratulation!i kneww it was too good to rejected!”
“wait wait!there is more news for you”She suddenly sat down from her jumping making me sit too.
“remember i told you i was saving money for the concert?the Stray kids one when i have a chance and money to go?Welll there is MAMA happening in Japan when i am there!so i bought the tickets last minute!And they are also performing!!!”
“wait-WHAT??you get to meet straykids tooo?damn girl,did you hit a lottery or something?Lucky youuu.You better be taking videos for me there!!”i cheered.
“i know right?i felt like the world finally answered my prayers of meeting straykids!!i will take a loads of videos to send it to you!dont worry about a thing!”
“oh right!when are you going?”
“well about that…Tomorrow morning..”she mumbled in reply.
“What??That early?Did you pack your things at least?”i questioned her as she appeared to be too relaxed for a person traveling put of the country for tomorrow.
“I did!!i was waiting for you to reach home and i packed it in the meantime..How was the meeting?”
“It was the usual.As i am looking after 9th grade this year,i dont have to deal with the pressure of the final year’s class teacher,its a refreshing change.The only concern most of the parents have are their child’s choices in extra-curricular activity.Some of them made fuss about the studying and all but it was minor compared to last year in the senior class”i explained.
“good for you honestly!It was hell on earth for you last year.Those stressed students and overbearing parent’s pressure to send them off to Ivy Leagues.I guess this year u have to convince parents that playing football or dancing doesnt hinder their goals of sending them to Yale or Harvard.”She remarks.
“Its true!last year felt like a personal attack k,i still have PTSD from it.”i added.
“yea,how are they?”she asked quietly.
“Who?the students?”
“No your soulmates.I havent heard about them in a while.Is everything okay?”She added softly as if talking to a wounded animal.
Ji young was only one person who stood with me until now.I met her during my first year as a university student.We both bonded over incomplete assignments,complaining about mr smith’s monotonous classes and gossips about the latest university drama.She was the storm in my life,but unlike people hating it,i love this storm.She shakes up my life,my really predictable and boring life with her excitement and stories she has to offer to the world.In a way,Ji young is one of the few people who knew about my soul marks. She found out during a sleepover on vacation and was supportive of them.
“They are fine don’t worry. They didn’t talk much yesterday and today because they got busy with work so for now, I am just… Alone maybe?well not alone but lonely ”I explained.
Ji young kept her hand on mine that’s when I noticed I starting fidgeting while talking. “It must be hard yea? "
" I guess.. But it does happen during their busy seasons u know so I am not that worried because of the unresponsive bond. Besides we did talk a little before bed and found a tiny flower bouquet on my hand this morning….”i trailed off.
“Thats great dont you think so..?he said he was busy but still..dont worry much,they will come around after the hustle.”she comforted me as she pulled me into a hug.
I sighed into the hug.Its like she knew i needed one at the moment.After staying like that for a while i muttered “ms Andrews is getting married,she got engaged.You remember another one colleague of mine with the same mark,the one that turns red upon meeting?yea her..”
Maybe that’s when ji young got the memo,she pulled me harder into herself and stayed silent,letting me finish my dilemma.
“I am happy for her truly but i cant help but feel jealous..?or sad..?hearing about her meeting,it feels like its too simple,too easy but i didnt even meet mine even though it feels easy.I dont know what to do…It feel like shit to be honest with you..I hate it..I really do..”my voice cracked in between and it feels like there is huge lump in my throat preventing me from speaking.I could feel my eyes getting hot,a tell sign of tears incoming and i blinked it away.
She stayed quiet for sometime,just holding me in silence ans then she broke it.“oh thats where its from..You know fate takes time right..I know you have heard this and hate it but i think everything that happens have a perfect time.It okay to feel like that u know,its normal.Seeing others get the fairy tale ending u wanted and need while u dont is bond to make you feel that way.Until then u have me,i know its not the same but yea..”
That was reassurance i needed because the moment she said that,the facade i kept up just fell and starting crying.ji young didnt say anything,just sat there and let me cry it out of my system.After almost 10 minutes that felt like an hour,i looked up at her,my face bloated and eyes puffy.
“Geez,i am such a baby,sorry for crying on you..And ruining your mood,your supposed to me happy and celebrating for going to japan u know?sorry..”
She took a deep breath looking at me and thats when i knew i choose the wrong words,i mentally prepared myself to hear her scolding. " Emaline Reeves,how many times do ihave to tell you i hate it when u talk like that.You know what i feel,i am glad this happened before i left for japan and you dont have anyone to comfort you,i hae that thought.And what do you take me as?i want to be here,to help you.Besides i am your best friend right?what are even friends for if they cant be there for each other?” and she went on a full on rant about the importance of friendship and its advantages for some time.At last she just dropped it and hugged me.
After that ordeal,we ordered takeout from from a chicken shop nearby and talked about her plans in Japan.She said the production team is heading first and booking the location at least a week before the filming starts.That give her the time to go for the award ceremony.
“right,i forgot to tell you..Remember the gallery visit i had this weekend?”i asked her and she hums in reply giving me time to continue my story.
“let me tell you,there was this weird man there.Like super weird.She had a mask on and i saw him talking to Mrs lim and then again outside when i was leaving after the event wrapped up.He was staring so intensily i felt like i should know this person u know.Then he waved at me.Maybe he knew me?but then again,my social life is in hell and the only people are the parents at school and students..”i explained.
“well is it a parent?”
“No!he looks way too young to have a teenager in my class so i dont think so”
“must be a weirdo then,or just a extrovert pro max who can make friends with everyone,remember Jack from 3rd year?Maybe a guy like him…“she offered with a laugh.
That guy,Jack was one of the original extrovert,he was an exchange student that time.we both used to joke that he can make friends with the wall if he talked enough to it.
“maybe,thank god the taxi came then or else i would has to talk to him”
Ji young was silent for sometime and then exclaimed,“Girl,what are the chances he is your soulmate?Maybe he felt a familiarity from you?”
“not possible.I talked to both of them after and they both were busy with work..And they arent interested in artworks or paintings or sorts.”
“Its not impossible that you cant have more soulmates you know..?There are history of those bonds so maybe…..?”she trails off.
“i dont think so,its not possible right?lets just forget it..Maybe he is like jack,a bit too friendly to everyone..”
It was almost 9pm by the time we wrapped up.I offered to drop her off to the airport the net day but she refused saying that she already booked one.After some hugs and goodbyes,she left.She literally lives downstairs but everytime she comes to my place,she act like she had a long journey back home,although its just a floor below.
After she left,i sat down to grade some papers i have been putting off and also make worksheets for the seniors to do before the exams.I had some students messaging me about some doubts to be cleared before 10 so i sat down and solved and send it back.I was halfway through the grading process i felt a a tickling sensation on my hand.Quickly pulling my sleeves up,i saw my soulmate writing some lyrics there. After finishing,i drew a heart next to it and asked about his day.
“I just reached japan today morning and the jet lag is hitting me already…It soo tiring.I wish i could just sleep for a whole day..”he wrote back.He then continues “how are you doing?It feels like we havent talked much due to my job rush..Hope you are feeling ok?I just miss you a lot these days you know?I hope we can meet soon because i dont know how long i can hold myself longer without you here..”
There was a quite yearning in his writing that tugs my heart.Seeing that i was lost for words.I wonder of soulmates can feel each other’s emotion when its our designated mark?Or are we just built like that to feel our soulmates without any words.
“Love,you know fate takes time,we will meet eachother when the time is right you know.I just had this conversation with my friend.I miss you too and i also cant wait until i can hold you and kiss you one day.I dont think i can keep this feelings inside me too..This yearning,this much of love to give,i have lot of love to give you know…i want to meet you just to cover you in that so you could never doubt what love even is,so yea i miss you and i love you too much…“I wrote back to him in hopes that will heal the wounds atleast until i could meet him.I hope that it was enough to reassure him and not overthink and sleep.
“I love you more than you could ever think of.Now this makes me more homesick,but not for house home you know,home as in you.sometimes i wonder how can i miss something i never had but then thinking about you,i think its possible to miss something you never had.I miss you so much.I will hold on until i can meet you so i could spend my days with you where we can just talk for hours and and my whole life,whatever you want.”He jots down on my upper arms for more space for his confession.
“yea?but i think i miss you more,i missed you more today,more than ever..”i confessed.
“i did too..how was your day today?”he asks
“it wasnt bad,my colleague is getting married to her soulmate,my friend is flying over to japan actually,tomorrow morning.”
“wait really?for what?for work?”
“Yea and she said she is gonna attend the award show there too..well its just to see Straykids so yea..She is soo excited and we were going over her plans for her stay there..”
“oh..OHH she is a stay?Like a fan?Do you know them?do you like them?”He writes the questions soo fast.
“Yea she is,yes i am a big fan,i love them and their music and no i didnt meet them until now.”
“well i know you didnt meet them-anyways you have a favorite..?”
“nope…I like all of them..”
“shame,Han Jisung is good to a bias..”he writes and i get a feeling he is a fan of him.
“oh?you like Han?”
“i dont have favorites either..Anyways love,gotta go,i have some more work to do before dinner..Love you. and thank you for comforting me,i really needed that today.”He writes as he finished.
“Dont thank me for that!good night..love you too..”
Later, before going to sleep, I tried to see if my other soulmate was there, but i got nothing but a static silence, probably still busy, I thought as I drifted to sleep.
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You and Jisung never had a typical relationship.
Sure — you're best friends, you've gone through a lot together. College, that first job, second — everything.
Through countless break ups, often lead on by the fact of how close you are, boyfriends and girlfriends of both of you not particularly understanding that you both are just friends.
Well — not just.
You never told them about the countless times in between relationships, when you're both drunk, hell even when you're not.
Nobody knows, but everyone guesses, suspects anyways. Anyone who meets you both assumes your dating, you say you aren't but make no moves to prove them wrong.
Everyone in both of you groups both knew the weird dynamic between you, new people tried to understand but quickly gave up.
Until Minho.
Minho, a work friend of Jisung, quickly infuriating the group, he's great, weird in a way that draws you in, handsome in a way words cant describe.
You're not saying you're a mind reader but you are definitely catching a vibe instantly.
The moment Jisung introduced Minho to you, you notice. The glaces that linger moments too long, the awkward laugh Jisung lets out only with you usually.
It's not jealousy of Jisung — no, more envy.
Because despite this weird dynamic with Jisung, you care about him, you want him. It's why no relationship truly lasts because all you believed you needed was each other — maybe you were wrong.
Jisung on the other hand notice things too, he knew you and Minho well, you both were the closest people to him in his life and he catches on quickly.
Minho, who typically doesn't start conversations out of the blue, always does with you, paying extra attention, nodding along.
Now Jisung would never say anything, no he doesn't want to bring it up because what if he's wrong — or worse, right?
Because Minho isn't like anyone else you would date, he would stick around because he understands to an extent your relationship with Jisung so he wouldn't be threatened right — that's why all your previous relationships ended, because they were insecure but what if he loses you —
Okay, now Jisung said he wouldnt mention it to Minho but you — you were his best friend of course he was going to tell you!
A random Sunday night is when it all clicked in both of your heads, both of you feeling things, silly doubts and one common thing — you both wanted Minho, and each other.
So you plotted, poorly, with no actual plan — basically just going off booze and a whim.
A 'strategically' planned night out, Jisung said it was fool proof but you cant help but be apprehensive.
You randomly messaged Minho, who replied instantly in your little three person group chat you made awhile ago.
Somehow all of your friends couldn't make it so it was just you, Jisung and Minho.
This of course made so much sense in Jisung's mind, you couldn't fight him on it.
At the bar you're focused, well as focused as you can be while slightly tipsy, not drinking a lot as you know what's hopefully going to happen.
You're at the bar, grabbing a round for the three of you, Minho yet to question why its just the three of you so far. When you notice they arent there — looking around at the near by tables to check that maybe you were just losing your mind but no, they weren't anywhere.
Checking over the obvious places, calling out their names you hesitantly check the males bathroom, not in the mood to get flashed, what you find is so much better.
Jisung pressed against the bathrooms sink, his lips attached to Minho's, way too lost in the moment to notice you right away, his hands tangled in his hair, Minho has his knee pressed between Jisung's thighs keeping them parted, faintly hearing a moan escape Jisung's lips.
Only once they hear the bathroom door close do they freeze, looking at you standing in the doorway, Minho looking shocked, a bit unravelled, Jisung however looks so far gone, his hair messed up and lips pink and glossy.
Almost like time stilled for a moment, all outside noises quietening for a second. Only when you smile a bit, taking in the sight of them do they seem to regain functionality.
"You started without me Sungie?" You drag out the question with an almost whine, Jisung lets out a choked moan, his grip loosening on Minho.
Minho, ever the quick one, catches on instantly. Sucking in a shaky breath before pulling from Jisung, not without a small whine in protest.
"What is wrong with you both." His voice still edging on confusion, laced with something more. You cant help but glace at Jisung than back at Minho.
"I guess you're gonna have to try and find out, hm?"
The ride home was blurry, calling an uber was the safest bet, none of you truly sober enough to drive.
The ride back felt torturously long, settling on your apartment as it was the closest. Stuck snug between both of the guys felt like heaven and hell, Jisung's leg drumming up and down anxiously, Minho's almost stoic expression making both of you confused and slightly turned on but we dont talk about that.
The feeling of being literally in between both of them makes your brain go haywire, swirling with all of the possibilities of when you get into the apartment, the excitement, the thrill.
Unconsciously you start clenching your thighs together, of course Minho notices, the guy notices everything about you.
The 20 minute drive felt like an hour, the warmth almost unbearable.
Finally when you arrive, you're suddenly thankful of the long walk, mad at the uber feeling like forever but the reality slowly dawning on you.
Not fear per say, just adrenaline finally dropping.
Jisung is no better, suddenly both of your confident acts crumbling under the idea of Minho.
Minho — who has the straightest face, like he's going to a board meeting not a possible friendship altering encounter.
Entering the apartment should have felt relaxing but it didn't, Minho takes in the space briefly before he makes a long stride to you his hands cupping your face kissing you hard.
Instinctively you moan into the kiss, giving him all the control which you can feel the cocky bastard smile into the kiss. Your fingers curl into the loose fabric of his jacket noticing Jisung's presence lingering close by, hearing the familiar sound of his desperate whines.
Minho breaks the kiss suddenly, leaving you to try and chase his lips, the sudden feeling of disappointment is quickly fading when he pulls Jisung closer, tilting the younger boys jaw so he can kiss him, making sure you're watching.
A small gasped moan escapes from your throat, the sight of them making you go insane with need. A moment later the kiss ends, Jisung looking probably just as desperate and pathetic as you.
"Wheres your bedroom?" Minho's voice coming out broken, catching his breath from the kiss with Jisung. You quickly try and regain composer as you walk ahead of him, guiding him and Jisung to your bedroom.
You can barely process it, clothes ending up mindlessly anywhere on the floor, feeling exposed — all of your thoughts quickly silencing when Jisung kisses you, Minho watching right in front of you.
Your fingers curl into Jisung's hair, pulling helplessly on the strands, desperate for more. Jisung was just as needy, feeling his cock hard against your thigh, rutting against it.
"Poor Sungie has been suffering since the bar —" Minho's words suddenly breaking the silence, your lips still brushed against Jisung's, feeling his breathing grow unsteady. "Be a good girl and help our boy — gonna be good for me, kitty?"
As soon as the nickname falls from his lips you're gone, nodding helplessly at him. Your hands dragging over Jisung as Minho helps him lean against the pillows moving next to him, his thumbs grazing over Jisung's nipples, a breathy gasp from him.
Moving to sit between his legs, your hand slides over the plush of his thighs, enjoying the sweet sounds he's making — Jisung whose always been sensitive everywhere basically.
Slowly your fingers drift to his cock — your thumb tracing over his sensitive tip, gliding over the slit, smearing the cum down his cock.
Before Jisung can even make a proper sound Minho's on him, his lips attaching to Jisung's, Minho's tongue gliding over his bottom lip before his tongue meets his.
Your hand glides up his cock, your thumb pressing against his lip, briefly looking up at him before you lick the head.
His shallow moans muffled by Minho, you can feel heat pooling between your legs at the sight, quickly you wrap your lips around his cock, bobbing your head gagging slightly when he bucks up into your mouth, forcing his cock deeper into you.
Before you can process Minho's hand tangles into your hair pulling you off Jisung's cock. His thumb swipes over your bottom lips, collecting all the spit that gathered from sucking Jisung off, pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue.
Instinctively you suck, moaning around his thumb, Jisung watches with huge eyes, letting out a strangled sound. Minho however looks pleased, pulling his thumb from your mouth, his fingers brushing over your cheek, his lips so close to yours but he doesn't press them against yours yet.
"Lay down for me, kitty." His voice is barely above a whisper, quickly and haphazardly shift besides Jisung, your thigh pressed against his you're sitting so close.
Minho moves slowly in front of you, not hesitantly, calculated, likes he's trying to control the situation and you both to every degree.
His hands press against your knees, parting them — his eyes immediately drifting down to your exposed cunt, your slick coating your pussy, nearly dripping onto the mattress.
"Look at you — all that from watching me and Hannie?" He coos gently, his tone dripping with condescension.
You cant even muster out any words, a small sound escaping from your throat as Minho slips down onto his stomach, his hands perched directly on your thighs to keep you still and spread out for him.
Jisung is just watching this unfold, feeling his cock twitch as the view in front of him. Two of his best friends who he wants so bad — its genuinely his wet dream.
Minho's focused, his eyes trained on your pussy, watching as you clench around nothing — just as you're about to say something he's on you.
His tongue almost exploring, kitten licking over your cunt before licking a long stripe. Your hands instantly go to his hair, anchoring yourself.
His movements are precise, his tongue swiping over your clit teasingly before prodding at your soaked hole.
You're already embarrassingly close, Jisung and Minho can tell, almost as soon as you feel your orgasm building — Minho pulls away.
"What—" You barely even get one word out before Minho is on you, you can feel his tip slide up your cunt making you moan unexpectedly.
"Gonna be a good girl and put a show on for Sungie?" His eyes glace over at Jisung who somehow looks more wrecked than you.
Not really trusting your words you nod — feeling your thighs start to shake with anticipation.
Slowly Minho pushes in — he feels different than Jisung, longer but not as thick. Quickly he bottoms out, his breathing coming out ragged and uneven.
The feeling takes over you, small shaky moans leaving your lips, adjusting to him. Minho swipes his thumb over your perked nipples, distracting you from the stretch. Quickly The sting morphs into pleasure, arching into him as you squirm under his touch.
Jisung's eyes are trained on you, watching as Minho's cock slides in out of your wet cunt, listening to the mixed sounds of the wet sound and your sweet moans. He cant help but touch himself to the sight of you both.
Pressing his thumb directly over his sensitive tip, using the spit you left on him earlier to wet his cock, stroking his throbbing cock to you getting fucked.
Minho's thrusts are slow and deep, fucking into you like he's trying to mark you — and maybe he is.
"Look at you — both of you, acting pathetic after weeks of eye fucking me." Minho spits out, the sudden realisation that he knew. You can only moan in response, his thrusts growing sharper. "You act all innocent and guarded but you just needed me and Jisung to fuck you stupid, huh?" His words mocking you, leaving you to respond but you cant, his cock pistoling inside of you, hitting that gummy shot with insane precision.
Minho doesn't stop — finally getting to fuck you only turns him mean, his filter completely gone as he looks over at Jisung whose fisting his own cock. "What's the matter Sungie? Too busy being a desperate little slut — what, you get off on watching your best friends, fuck — Shit, she's so tight for us Ji, I think she can take both of us one day."
Minho is talking nonsense at this point, his head clouded with the feeling of your snug walls milking his cock.
Jisung is a pathetic moaning mess — everything is too much, your orgasm is building fast — the feeling oh Minho pounding into your sopping cunt, Jisung's moans echoing through the room mixed with yours.
Jisung can tell — the slight shift of your actions and knowing you all too well. His movements dont stop, reaching over to you — crashing his lips onto yours, swallowing all your sweet moans.
"Come on Hannie — you gonna cum for us?" Minho's voice grows even more ragged, shifting your leg over his arm to fuck you even deeper.
Jisung moans into your mouth, his hand twisting around his cock faster, his thumb swiping over the slit before letting out a silent cry, cumming hard.
"You wanna cum too, kitty? Wanna cum with Sungie — shit, so good for me go on, cum for me angel." Minho's thrusts grow sloppy, his own orgasm creeping up on him, the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in while Jisung is moaning his name.
Minho's words break you, spasming around him as your orgasm crashes over you — moaning desperately into Jisung's mouth, clawing into the sheet — his hair, anything as you ride out your orgasm.
Minho cums at the feeling of you cumming around his cock — his grip on your thighs tightening — letting out a string of groans as he fucks you through your orgasms filling you up — fucking his cum back into you.
Everything slows, everyone's senses dial down, the highs slowly fading. Minho pulls out slowly, watching as your cunt drips with the mixture of your cum.
Minho looks over at Jisung who is also looking at your glistening pussy, his eyes drifting to notice Jisung's cock, which is already half hard again.
"So desperate for our girl still, hm?" A cat like smirk forms on Minho's lips, teasing Jisung. "Wanna taste of her? Think you can handle it Ji?"
Jisung quickly perks up, a small whine escaping at the thought, quickly shifting to take Minho's spot between your legs, diving straight in.
Jisung quickly laps up all of yours and Minho's cum, moaning at the taste, his hips grinding into the mattress.
His tongue gliding over your clit, sucking it hard, moaning against your pussy.
Already so overstimulated from your previous orgasm, this one comes fast and hard — your thighs clenching around Jisung's head.
Jisung only moans at your thighs nearly crushing his head — his ruts into the bed only growing more desperate and needy.
Minho is watching closely, his eyes never straying from you and Jisung, his lips parted from how heavy he's breathing, almost memorised by you both.
Your orgasm comes crashing over you as Jisung sucks on your clit, moaning helplessly into your cunt.
Jisung sucks you through your orgasm, his own building fast, moaning pathetically into your pussy, mumbling sweet praises, the friction between his bare cock and the sheets forcing his own orgasm out of him.
Moments pass — Jisung hesitantly leaves your cunt, noticing how you twitched and probably were sore, resting his head on your thigh, catching his own mess.
Before you can realise Minho left the room, coming back quickly, his boxers back on as he kneels onto the mattress.
Silently helping you both put some clothes on, Minho puts Jisung's shirt on you while helping slide Jisung's boxers on. Handing both of you a glass of water, sitting in front of you, his eyes never leaving yours — unable to read what he's thinking.
Once Jisung basically chugs his drink, putting the glass onto the bedside table, he buries into your side, you take note of the small smile creeping up onto Minho's lips.
While buried into your side you play with his hair, brushing strands stuck to his forehead from his face when he mumbles into your shoulder.
