Written in the stars
Genre: soulmate au, werewolf au, angst, fluff
Words: 1667
Paring: Werewolf Seungcheol x human reader
Warning!: Hinting to feeling very low and alone
a/n: I hope you know you shouldn’t follow a starnger :) btw I want to start writing for seventeeen cus I love them
gif is not mine
Watching the stars was what you loved the most, how they shone so bright while they were so far away, how they could still sparkle while the moon hung heavy in the sky. It was like they were a force which couldn't be taken down, like they would be up there forever.
The hill was in the outskirts of the city, edging to the forest standing tall and dark. You would come here whenever you felt down or the sky had lit up by the millions of stars, unfortunately were your reason the first one now.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, quiet and somehow invisible. You had always wondered how the people around seemed so oblivious to your pain, the hurt behind every smile, but over the time had you learned that it was your own fault for laying your happiness in their hands. If you just could talk to someone, everything would change, but you couldn't and was left to wither like the flowers during autumn. A shaky sigh left your lips, back pressed against the grass, and now were you somewhere else but on earth, a place where everything was magical and nothing hurt.
“Are you okay?”a voice broke your dream, made you sit up fast with wide eyes. Teras still fell down your face so you tried to dry them as fast as you could while the boy with raven hair and eyes like the sky above your head stared. He seemed concerned, a white shirt hanging loosely over his shoulders. It was odd in a way, since you were bundled up in a winter jacket and he was dressed so lightly.”Are you hurt?”
“N-no..”you sounded so weak in your own ears, sending shame right down your bones. He had caught you in your most vulnerable moment and you hated it.”..I’m fine..”
“Are you sure..?”the more you looked at him, the more relaxed you felt. He had a kind face, upper lip a bit bigger than the under and warm orbs. He was on the fairer side but you wouldn't call him pale.
“Yes..”he only shrugged to your answer, sitting down by your side but with a distance so you wouldn't feel uncomfortable. You watched as he gazed at the stars, how he mirrored them, and then he smiled, a gummy smile which made your heart race.
“Can you see Orion’s belt? It’s over there..”you finally managed to tear your eyes from his to watch where he pointed. His finger drew lines over the sky, connected the stars until they made pictures. All over the sky were small stories of people before you, they who had maped the heaven for everyone after.
You stayed with him for a long time, so long the first rays of the sun slowly peeked over the city. It surprised you slightly, the way he made you forget the world with just his voice, the soft melody of tones making you fly so far away from the grey.
“It’s morning…”
“It is..”you hadn't meant for it to be a question, just a simple statement which he answered with those lips and eyes, deep as the sky is wide.
“..I should go..”but you didn't want to leave him, this stranger who regarded life a little different, saw it through the night instead of the day.
“..You probably should…”no one moved, just watched the other as if to remember every line crossing over their face. He truly was breathtaking, born to meet you on the hill where grass was green.
So you sat, back leaving the ground as eyes found the city line. He did the same, shoulders brushing against the other, sparking life in your numb limbs. This stranger pulled you to him without reaching for you, had you trembling with no more than the feel of his shirt. He had made you forget about your hurt with just his presence and you didn't even know his name.
“Who are you?” if you had been with someone else, the question would have sounded stupid to your ears, sent embarrassment to colour your cheeks, but with him were you just curious and maybe a little scared, because what if he was just a dream? A dream too good to be true?
“I’m sorry…”and with that was he running away, disappearing into the thick forest hiding everything from the world. You had been right, he had been someone you weren't worthy of having, just your imagination losing its grip. A new tear rolled down your cheek, cracking the euphoric feeling you so greedily hogged. The world is just cruel, luring you with beauty that is more than a face, luring you with the beauty of a soul.
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Oh how you hurt that week, felt every stab at your heart as your life slowly went on. He never left you dreams, a smile which haunted you, ripped your skin from your bones so you would feel naked. Pain and pain and pain and pain.
Saturday was your saving grace, a day you didn't have to do anything, a night you could spend by your safe space. Only he had changed it, dulled it just a bit. Looking around, you felt like there was a missing piece to the puzzle, a tree too little or a stone too much, all because of him and his smile.
“..Hello..” and there he was again, sheepishly watching you with those drowning orbs. If you would describe his expression would it be like a puppy who had done something it knew it shouldn't have.”How have you been?”
You wanted to hit him, scream all your pain he made you feel, but just sat there, watching, waiting for him to come.
His hair hung down his forehead, hiding his eyes just a bit, making him glance from under them. You could tell he studied you, careful with every move you made. He knew he had hurt you and oh how much pain he felt too.
“Why’d you leave?”down casting his face, he mumbled something too low for you to hear. The stranger you saw as a friend, a saviour, laid down on the grass, once again dressed in a thin shirt, muscles pressing against the fabric for you to see.
“I didn't want to..”frustration filled you, furrowed your eyebrows while your heart hurt.
“Then why?”your anger melted right off when he looked at you, eyes and forehead on full display. Pain filled him too, pulled you into his grasp once again.
“Because what if?”what if what? You wanted to ask, get the answer you thought you deserved but this boy only shook his head, turning to the stars so he could watch them with the eyes you wanted to feel.
“Do you believe in soulmates?”his voice was low, disappearing high in the sky as you tuned out the world in favour of hearing him, in favour of wondering about his words. Soulmates? No, you didn't believe in them because how you could you? When you always were left to stare at others and never feel the bond of only being someones and them being yours.”Well I do...I think it’s written in the stars..”
And he looked at you, straight through every layer you had, deep within your soul as the whole path you should walk stayed clear in his orbs. It wasn't written in the stars, it was written in his eyes. He was pulling you in with every breath, made you want to believe because how could you not want him? The stranger with no name but a familiar feeling to his smile.
“Do you think I’m yours?”you could hear how bitter you sounded, feet standing on the ground while you felt like you were flying. He was taller than you but the warmth in his eyes never let you feel scared.
“I know…”he was good at stealing your breath, good at make your aching heart feel like it was whole, good at luring you in with every gaze. He had spoke about the stars like they were his home but looked at you like you hung them where they were.”I know that you are mine as well as I’m yours because of what I am…”
Now were you confused. What he was? Human, with features soft as wind and the pull of the moon when he became your night. And you? Someone who felt like the world was wrong and only right when he stood by you.
“I’m a werewolf...Something from your stories but real..”you could say nothing, just watch as eyes turned sad and mouth tight lipped.”You were supposed to be mine and I’m yours, I knew it from the second I saw you..But I was scared of what you would think, so I left, went home to my pack where I felt awful..”
“There are more of you?”thoughts swirled in your head, made it hard to pull out the important parts.
“There are..13 to be exact..”a smile graced his face, broke that tense hard edge to his eyes for a second, brought back the warm feeling on your skin.”They are loud but they are my family...yours too if you want..”
Every rational part of your brain told you that this was crazy, that he crazy, but he didn't feel like he was lying. He felt so sincere, so scared when he added the last words, and what did you have at home? The empty feeling of staring at the ceiling alone in the dark?
“I don't even know your name…”that sheepish look came back as you realized that you had brushed over the important detail.
“..It’s Seungcheol…”
“Well Seungcheol I’m Y/n and I hope the stars are right..”he beamed as you said his name, hair standing by his nape when you kept speaking.”Because I want to see what they wrote..”
