#soulmate!

[observationwithacuase]

if they dont play congratulations by mac miller in a lexi and fez scene i’ll sue

[milkybonya]

Soulmate!Kino Au

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Hui / Soulmate!Yanan / Soulmate!Yuto / Soulmate!Wooseok

Warnings: mentions of food

Pairing: Kino x reader

Summary: All of the songs your soulmate loves appear in your phone in a playlist titled ‘soulmate’ and it starts playing when you meet them.

Song Recommendation to listen to while reading: Kino’s soundcloud :) here

[a/n]: just in case someone doesn’t know: a coffeehouse is a very chill, local environment where performances of all kind - singing, poetry, etc. - happen. It doesn’t have to be in a coffee shop, but in my au, that’s where it happens :)

When you got your first phone in high school, the first thing you did was go to the music app to see your soulmate’s playlist. It was there, and when you found it, you sighed in relief.

Everyone’s phone had a soulmate playlist, full of their soulmate’s favourite songs. It was updated every week, and you had heard that when you meet your soulmate, the playlist would randomly start playing.

Opening it, you found it was already full of a diverse range of songs. You listened to each of them carefully and became interested in how good all of the songs were. Each of them different, with their own style, but so good.

From that day on, you checked your soulmate’s playlist everyday. Some of the songs stayed in there forever, while others came and went. You were able to quickly find out which songs your soulmate loved the most. He seemed to enjoy a lot of Hip Hop and RnB.

You listened to his playlist so much that your playlist in his phone must have been full of his own songs, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed your soulmate’s taste in music so much, you couldn’t help it. 

You don’t remember when, but a lot of ‘untitled’ songs started showing up in the playlist. There was no artist name or no album name. The songs sounded really good though. They all seemed to be sung by the same person; you had started recognizing their voice.

The ‘untitled’ artist had an adlib that always appeared somewhere in their song. It sounded something like ‘Knnovation.’ You thought it was really cool and were always on the look out for whoever this ‘Knnovation’ person was.

-

In university, you often attended coffeehouses and other local performances  to unwind while enjoying some new music. Some of your friends would scope out new talent with you, so you would always tell each other when you heard about a new performance happening. It was almost like a competition to be the first one to let your friends know.

One morning while you were in class, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and quickly checked it. 

“Hey! There’s a coffeehouse tonight at the local coffee shop - you know the one. 7pm!!”

It was one of your friends in the groupchat. You smiled while sending a response that you were going to be there for sure. It was going to be the highlight of your day - a great end after many long hours of classes.

-

You and your friends were there before 7 so you could have some time to catch up with one another. Each of you sat around a table in the rustic coffee shop with a drink between your hands. A lot of laughs echoed from your corner of the coffee shop, and the barista smiled while wiping down a counter to your left.

More and more people started to roll in, filling the seats and lining up for a drink or a bite to eat. The stage in the back of the coffee shop was still empty and dimly lit, waiting for someone to perform on it.

The place was so packed that people were standing by the doors and sitting on the ground in front of the stage, since the stage was quite short. 

Once 7pm finally rolled around, the first performers pulled back the curtain behind the stage and stepped up. They were a band of four, performing a lot of acoustic and calm songs. You swayed your body to the beat, enjoying their sound.

After a couple of other performers, a boy stepped up who looked like another university student, just like yourself. He was wearing navy blue jeans, white converse and a graphic T-shirt. He walked up with a serious expression, and you guessed he was nervous. In front of the keyboard piano he adjusted the mic in front of him before looking at the audience under his baseball cap with a small smile.

“Hello everyone. I’m Kino and I’m going to perform some of my own songs today. I hope you enjoy,” he said. He kept his introduction short, and you appreciated that. He’s letting the music do the talking, you thought.

He started to sing, and you thought the song sounded familiar. The soft piano melody and his voice gave you deja vu. You brushed it off, thinking it was probably your exhaustion from the long day starting to show.

When his first song ended, a lot of people clapped while standing up. He also stood up for his next song, saying that he would be dancing. He pulled the black cap he was wearing further down to hide his eyes and stood with his back facing the audience, head tilted to the left.

As soon as the song started to play through the speakers, you knew it sounded familiar to you again. it was ‘LONELY’ by the ‘Knnovation’ person. This song was also in your soulmate’s playlist and one of your favourites.

You realized something. If Kino was performing his own songs, and this was LONELY by Knnovation... Kino was Knnovation! His voice, this was his music, it was all him. Your soulmate liked listening to this ‘Knnovation’ person and you had finally found him! You knew you had to approach him when the coffeehouse was over. You had so many questions...

The boy’s dance was so fluid and matched his own music so well that other people started to dance too. His dance was infectious, you couldn’t just sit and watch.

His facial expressions were so serious and full of passion, it was as if he was one with song. You were hypnotized just staring at him...

Until your friend sitting to your right got up and tried her best to dance and you started laughing.

“Come, come dance with me!” she said, pulling your arm. You could never say no to her. You got up and tried your best to feel the beat of the music, and when you looked up towards the stage, you noticed the dancing boy, who had a serious expression while performing, was looking in your direction and actually smiling. His smile was so soft that you wondered if he could make flowers bloom by just looking at them.

You nudged your friend. “Oooh look, he’s looking at you!” But she nudged you back and told you that his eyes were definitely on your moves only, and she was right. When she went to sit down, Kino was still smiling at you while he danced. It made you feel shy so you went to sit down, but Kino gave you a thumbs up as if you tell you that you had danced well.

When the outro of his song played, you heard the telltale ‘Knnovation’ adlib and confirmed all of your suspicions. He gave the audience a deep bow before walking off.

A lot of people left when the coffeehouse was over, including your friends, who were all dragging you by the sleeve to leave.

“Wait, I want to talk to Kino,” you told them. They all left to go home; the only person who stayed with you was your friend who dragged you up to dance when Kino was performing. She was smirking at you the entire time as you walked up to the stage where Hyunggu was, organizing his things. 

Before you had walked off to talk to him, she had whispered something in your ear. “I can feel something between the two of you.”

You cleared your throat when you approached him, making your presence known. As he looked up with a gentle smile, you started to speak: “Hey, I loved your performance-” But then your phone started blasting music out of nowhere. You recognized the song, it was ‘LONELY’ by the boy who was right in front of you. He had just performed this song and you were so embarrassed. You reached into your phone to turn it off until you realized what was happening.

He was also reaching for his phone from his back pocket. His phone was also blasting music. It happened to be one of your favourite songs... You unlocked your phone and confirmed what you had guessed. Kino’s song was playing out of your soulmate playlist, and a message had popped up on your phone saying ‘Congratulations! You have found your soulmate!’

After the two of you stopped the music blasting from your phones, you turned to Kino, whose face was a little red. You both laughed a little before Kino started speaking.

“I’m so sorry but I guess this means that we’re...” he trailed off.

“Soulmates,” you finished for him, and only then did you realize that your soulmate didn’t listen to Kino’s songs, but Kino was your soulmate. He produced his own songs which was why they appeared in your soulmate playlist as untitled.

Kino reached out a hand for you to shake while smiling warmly. “I’m Hyunggu. It’s so nice to finally meet you, I have so much to talk about with you.”

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

What about Tattoos?

Seungmin x Reader

Fluff

Summary: You forgot your soulmate connection was seeing what the other drew on their skin when you got your tattoo.

You didn’t realize that your soulmate connection was seeing what the other drew on each other’s skin till you were in middle school. You’d found a number drew on your hand when you got home. You’d texted the number later that day and it asked if it was Seungmin.

---

When you finally realized your soulmate connection, you and Seungmin talked a lot. You learned a lot about your soulmate, happy that he seemed to have a personality that would compliment yours. 

When you asked him about getting at a tattoo, Seungmin just said that he didn’t care. So you took that as an opportunity to go get one. So when you got a message from Seungmin after the tattoo, you completely laughed.

Why is there a flower on my side right now?

Um. Surprise? You laughed as you could almost ‘feel’ the sarcasm flowing off him.

You got a tattoo didn’t you.

Maybe.

---

Then one day you woke up to find something else on your body. It was your handwriting, you knew from the way you’d write ‘you’.

Did you really get me writing I love you tattooed on you?

Maybe :)

[brammey]

fem! soulmate au, where renjun don’t want to be with jaemin and then she cuts off their red thread of fate.

[totallysharkycomplete]

The girl in white (Soulmate!AU) Steve Rogers x Reader

Change of plans for today. I have an emergency meeting. Meet me at the museum at noon for lunch with me and a friend. -Tony Stark              You glanced down at your phone from over your tooth brush and scoffed. “Yeah right,” you muttered through the toothpaste foaming in your mouth. “He just wants to sleep in.”              It was currently 10am and you had planned to meet up with your old friend for breakfast and do some sightseeing before you went to have lunch at the museum. But, since he was a giant slug you decided to go ahead and go without him. After getting dressed in your favorite outfit, (which was all white), you hit the city streets.                      You didn’t really know your way around New York, but managed to find your way to the museum. Once you were there you took your time looking around at the paintings and wondered how much more beautiful they would be in color. ‘Had all the people who painted these found their soul mates? How many famous painters never found their soulmate but still painted?’ You wondered so many things as you walked around the seemingly endless halls full of paintings, until you came to a special hall.              There was music playing from the other side, and you opened the door to see a special exhibit about Vincent Van Gogh. People always told you how beautiful the colors in his paintings were and your heart ached to see them in their true beauty.              “Welcome!” A woman greeted you with a smile. She was seated at the start of the exhibit. “This is Van Gogh Alive! The experience! You’re just in time for the beginning of the next showing. Please enjoy yourself.”              You thanked her and walked in. The music was classical and calming. You found a nice place to stand and watch as Van Gogh paintings came to life and moved across the walls in sync with the music. On one of the walls there were quotes and facts about the artist.              Envy and sadness flowed through your veins, that one man could see the world so magically, and so full of beauty, but he didn't even know how beloved he, or his paintings were before he died. Tears began to form at the corners of your eyes as you watched his life's works pass before your eyes. Another song began to play and it pulled at your heartstrings, a single tear fell from your eyes and you wiped it away.              “It’s truly beautiful,” a man said next to you.              You jumped and wiped the rest of the tears away from your eyes, embarrassed. You cast your eyes to the floor. “Yes it is.” you said with a shaky breath and looked over to the man next to you to see he wasn’t looking at the paintings dance across the wall. Rather than the magical paintings having his attention, you did, and soon you saw why.              Blue, that’s the very first color you saw. You gasped as it spread from his eyes to his blonde hair, then his pink lips. The colors spread from his eyes until everything in your view was like nothing you had ever seen before.              You let out a shaky laugh and smiled. Another tear fell from your eye. The two of you stood there in silence looking into each other's eyes for what felt like a wonderful lifetime.              Finally you looked away from his eyes and back to the wall. The paintings danced across the wall, but it was more beautiful and magical than you could have ever imagined. Colors you’d never seen before were right there before your eyes, and you couldn’t help the steady stream of tears that began to fall.              He looked back over to the paintings on the wall and you both stood there in bliss until the program started over from the beginning again.              “My name is Steve,” he said with his amazing honey voice. You looked back over at this beautiful blue eyes.              “My name is-,” you were about to say your name but you were cut off.              “(Y/N), Steve,” Tony said as he walked up to the both of you. “There you are, you guys weren’t picking up your phones. But I see you too already met each other so let's go eat!”              You glance from Tony to Steve and smiled. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Steve.”              “It’s good to finally meet you too,” he said and reached out his hand to shake yours, but you passed it and pulled him into a hug.              “Finally? Am I missing something here?” Tony looked at the both of you confused, and you and Steve just laughed.

[milkybonya]

Soulmate!Wooseok

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Kino / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Hui /Soulmate!Yanan / Soulmate!Yuto

Warnings: this is more dark/angsty ! 

Pairing: Wooseok x reader

Summary: Everyone has an hourglass necklace that looks the same as the one their soulmate has. The sand does not stop falling until the moment your soulmate is standing before you. 

Song (rec) to listen to while reading: The Black Hall by Pentagon

[a/n]: im thinking about my anon who requested Wooseok scenarios before hehe,, i hope they’re doing okay, i hope all of you who read this are doing well !! take care of yourselves, or else i’ll be sad :(

You’ve worn the necklace ever since you can remember, the cool, silver chain against your skin becoming a natural feeling. The necklace has been like an anchor when you’re in deep thought, anxious or nervous, keeping you down to earth and bringing you back to reality. It’s always satisfying to watch the tiny grains of sand trickle through the glass.

The hourglass itself is small, barely the size of your pinkie finger, so it’s not too heavy or bulky when it hangs around your neck. You’ve always adored it and considered yourself lucky for having such a pretty necklace. Since everyone’s necklace is unique and the only person with a necklace like theirs is their soulmate, some people end up with some crazy looking hourglasses around their necks.

Yours is very simple: just the glass and a deep maroon-coloured sand that falls. Nothing extra or fancy, and you love it that way.

Sometimes you scramble for the necklace when you see an attractive person in your vicinity, hoping that the sand has stopped falling, and that you’ve met your soulmate. It has never happened though.

Some people date around even though they haven’t met their soulmate yet, but you tell yourself you want to be loyal. Your friend is a bad influence, though.

“Come on, there’s nothing wrong with going to the club! Please, just come once and have a good time. I promise I won’t make you talk with anyone!” your friend begs as she pulls your sleeve. 

With a sigh, you give in, and she starts to head for the closet of your room to find things for you to wear.

“I’ll come as long as you let me choose my own outfit,” you say. Your friend agrees with a quick nod before you can say no, and walks out so you can quickly choose something to wear.

All dressed up, you and your friend leave and head to a nearby club, one that is apparently good, according to your friend. Her hourglass is still full of trickling sand too, but she’s always in the club looking for a lover. 

“I don’t really believe in soulmates or destiny,” she always says. “I’ll find my own lover!” but sadly, her relationships never last.

There is a long lineup outside of the club already when you approach it, the black doors shut with two ushers on either side. The building is only two floors high, with all of the bricks painted black. 

Your friend has her arm looped in yours tightly, and is walking for the doors. You wonder why she’s not going to back of the line and get worried when people glare at you. But the ushers seem to recognize her and open the door for her immediately.

“How did we get in that fast?” you whisper in her ear as the two of you enter.

“I come here way too often,” she responds. “Everyone here knows me!”

The music gets louder and louder as the darkness of the hallway leading to the main area swallows you. Then, it’s all bright lights and people moving their bodies: dancing, laughing, flirting, singing along.

Your friend walks to the dance floor immediately, and you notice a lot of people eyeing her and her moves up. You don’t want to leave her side but you’re hesitant to be the centre of attention, so you just hang around the lounging area, becoming a wallflower.

While still dancing, your friend gestures for you to join her, but you shake your head and she gives you a pout. She ends up dancing over to you and dragging you to dance with her. I’ll never forgive you for this, you think.

You try your best to loosen up and enjoy the moment, imagining that no one is watching you, even though you have become the centre of attention as you dance around your friend who is popular here. She doesn’t care though; all her attention is on you and helping you have a good time. 

Looking around, your eyes fall on the DJ who is on a platform near the back of the club, clearly enjoying himself as he belts out tunes. You admire the way he’s vibing with the music and having a good time. 

The black hair that keeps prickling his eyes bounce around as he moves his head to the beat. His large eyes move away from his hands that are entangled with the buttons and keys in front of him to look at the people on the dance floor. When his eyes meet yours, he gives you a small smile, nodding at you. You can’t help but wonder if that smile was a greeting or if he was laughing at your embarrassing moves.

“Stop staring at the DJ!” your friend shouts in your ear, trying to break through the loud music.

You stick your tongue out at her and continue to dance.

After some time, you’re worn out and resting in the lounging area, drinking something cold to help you cool off and catch your breath. You can’t help but look in the direction of the DJ again. Yes, he’s cute. Maybe you’re already crushing on him. You can’t help it! This is your friend’s fault >:(

You notice that he has removed his headset and someone else is taking his place as he leaves the platform while running his long fingers through his hair. Even the way he walks is so cool and effortless. You feel a hand wipe across your chin and you turn to your friend.

“Stop drooling over him! Just go talk to him already,” she says, sipping her drink.

“I can’t just do that..” you say.

“Oh come on! What, do you want me to do it for you?” she asks, already standing up. Even pulling her arm down is not enough to stop her, and you put your head down on the table as she approaches him. Curious, you move your head a little to the left to peek at the tall figure of the DJ who is listening to your friend’s words with a small smile.

As soon as your friend points in your direction, you hide your face again. The DJ laughs from his spot next to your friend. He places his hands in his pockets as he walks over to you, his necklace swinging against his chest.

“[y/n], you can’t hide forever, you know. He’s here now.” your friend says, tapping your arm that you’ve laid across the table. You slowly look up to see the beautiful face of the DJ grinning down at you. He scratches the back of his head before he sits down across from you. Your friend does nothing but give you a wink before walking off.

“I’m Wooseok,” he says, in a deep voice. “You’re [y/n]?” you nod silently in return, still slouched over the table and looking down in embarrassment.

“Nice necklace,” he says, making you realize that you’re pulling on it - your nervous habit.

“Thanks,” you say, looking down at it.

“Doesn’t it kind of look like mine though?” Wooseok asks, holding his up so you can see. 

“Yeah, but why are you still wearing it if the sand has stopped falling?” you ask.

He gives you a shocked look, his eyes falling onto his hourglass.

“It has... stopped falling?” he asks. He looks around before his eyes return to you.

“Wait, what about yours?” he asks.

“What about mine?” you ask, looking at your necklace again... only to notice that the sand in yours has also stopped falling. When he notices your wide eyes, Wooseok laughs.

“Our necklaces look the same and the sand stopped falling at the same time. I wonder what this means?” he teases.

“You’re my soulmate,” you gasp.

[milkybonya]

Soulmate!Hui

This is part of a Soulmate!Pentagon series that was requested by an anon: Soulmate!Hongseok / Soulmate!Kino / Soulmate!Shinwon / Soulmate!Yeo One / Soulmate!Jinho / Soulmate!Yanan / Soulmate!Yuto / Soulmate!Wooseok

Warnings: mentions of getting lost

Pairing: Hui x reader

Summary: Your body gets colder the further you get from your soulmate, and warmer the closer you get (like the hot and cold game!)

You’ve always had cold hands. Always. Sometimes you even have to wear gloves around the house because of it, but even that doesn’t work. You always have heat packs on you, always dress warmly even in the summer.

It’s because your soulmate is so far away. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you’ll ever even meet them. Sometimes you wonder how they’re handling the cold feeling of their skin, since you’re also far from them and they must be cold too. 

There’s never been a day when you’ve felt slightly warmer, which means you’ve never even gotten even a little close to your soulmate. It makes you wonder where in the world they must be for you to never feel their presence at all.

Currently, you’re sitting in a plane that’s making its way to South Korea. You’ve always wanted to go explore the country, so you decided to go with two of your friends.

When you’re halfway there, you’re beginning to notice something. Your hands are not as cold as ice, like they usually are. Your feet are actually starting to sweat a bit under the two layers of socks you always have to wear. When you strip off one of your sweaters, your friend gives you a smirk.

“Are you feeling warm for once?” he asks from your right. Your friends have managed to force you into the middle seat and sit on either side of you.

“Yeah... It’s really weird, I’ve never not felt cold,” you explain, laughing at your weird phrasing.

“I guess this means we’re approaching your soulmate.”

“What if your soulmate is in one of the countries that we’re flying over, and we pass them by?” your friend sitting on your left chimes in. She pushes her hair behind her ear and sheds a fake tear.

“I guess I’ll go back to feeling cold again,” you say, a little too sadly. What your friend said did hurt your feelings a little, and you hope it’s not true. You really want to meet your soulmate and stop feeling so cold all the time.

When the plane finally lands, you’re still feeling warm. In fact, you’re warmer than you’ve ever been before, and you’re only wearing a T-shirt on your torso. You’ve had to take off the extra socks you were wearing and even roll up your jeans a bit.

“What are you gonna do if you meet your soulmate right now?” your male friend asks, nudging you.

“Probably smack them and ask them where’ve they’ve been my whole life, why they always make me feel so cold.”

A couple of days consisting of you and your friends exploring South Korea pass and you’re not feeling warmer or colder. Not until today. 

Today, you’re heading to Samcheong-dong, an art district. You and your friends want to explore some art galleries, and you start off by visiting Kukje Gallery.

The unique cement structure of one of the parts of galleries intrigues you, and you admire it for a while.

“[y/n], are you okay? Your face is completely flushed,” your female friend asks, her voice coated with concern. You look at her and touch your face, not feeling much of a difference because your hand is also warm. So you take out your phone and inspect yourself through the front camera. She’s right. You’re burning up like a tomato.

“It’s her soulmaaaaate, aaaaaaah,” your male friend says, wriggling his body around in a weird dance. You crack up at the sight of him but start to think. Is my soulmate at this gallery right now?

“We’ll have to keep an eye out for other red-faced people in this gallery, I guess,” your female friend teases.

As you walk through the gallery and admire the art pieces, you can’t help but think about what your friends told you. While you look at the art, you also look around for any red faces, failing to find any.

Maybe they’re not here after all, you think. Maybe my body is malfunctioning or something, or maybe it’s a fever. You start to feel dispirited and try to enjoy the art to keep you happy.

Your friends have left you, since all of you wanted to enjoy different art pieces. You had decided to meet in the centre of the art gallery at 1:30pm, but you can’t seem to find your way back. You were so lost in the art pieces that you can’t remember where you’ve been and where you haven’t been.

Before you start to panic, you take a deep breath. Okay [y/n], next time, take a map by the front door so this won’t happen again. For now, let’s try to find someone who works here, or someone who at least has a map.

You look around and find a bright-haired boy standing by an art piece while looking at his map. Walking up to him, you take a deep breath. Approaching people is hard, you think.

Lightly tapping his shoulder, you watch as he turns around.

“Excuse me, do you know how I can get to the centre of the gallery? Ah that doesn’t even make sense. You know the part with the-” you stop talking as you notice his facial expression. Is he... laughing?

Feeling embarrassed, your eyes start to dart around.

“Sorry, sorry. I’m so sorry but your face is a little... Red. Are you okay?” he asks, smiling.

“Yeah I’m... Wait, isn’t your face a little red too?” you ask, noticing the deep red on his cheeks. Confused, he checks his appearance through his front camera and gasps. His eyes move around quickly as if he’s deeply thinking about something.

Then, he turns to you and slowly bring his hand to your face. He cups your face in his right hand while his lips are parted and slowly forming a smile. Your heart races with his light touch.

“Look, look!” he says, after removing his hand from your face. You quickly grab your phone and notice his hand has left a pale imprint on your flushed skin. 

When you meet your soulmate, you’ll be burning hot. When they touch you though, they will leave an imprint in your skin, and only they can do that.

These are the words you’ve heard a thousand times. This stranger is your soulmate!

“Does this mean...” you start.

“I’m your soulmate, I’m your soulmate!” the boy in front of you says excited, bouncing up and down and clapping softly.

Both of your faces start to return to their normal colours, a sign that you’ve finally found your soulmate for real.

“I’m Hui,” the boy says, starting to walk. “Let me take you to where you were trying to go.”