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♚: Soulmates have birthmarks that signify where their soulmate will first touch them
Gaeul stared at the birthmark on her cheek like she did every morning after her shower - or whenever she was facing a mirror. Out of all the places for a birthmark, she had to get one on the cheek. With a soft sigh, she washed her face and brushed her teeth before putting on her make-up carefully: after all she had a date with her newly boyfriend and did want to look good for him. (Even if she was aware that he probably didn’t care about how she looked like, he was more interested in his motorbike and his beer -- she had to admit that she fell for his ‘bad boy’ appearance. )
Having a birthmark never stopped anyone from dating before they met their other halves. After all, people were supposed to enjoy themselves before they became committed to only one person for their whole life. Gaeul had to admit that she loved this idea of meeting someone who was the perfect fit, the right person - she was a romantic at heart and believed in prince charming and happy endings even as she was twenty-four.
But that red shape on her cheek was just annoying because just anyone could touch her cheek and many times, she had had false hopes whenever someone knew was cupping her cheek or poking her. More than giving her false hopes, it was infuriating! How was she supposed to know that she would meet her soul mate? Did something happen at that moment? She doubted that there were sparkles and glitter like in those Disney movies whenever something happened.
Of course she did hear stories about people just knowing. She had asked her mother and father when she was young about the red marks that circled her pale wrist and, just like a secret, her mother had leaned in to whisper in five years old Gaeul’s ear that her father had saved her from a car that was driving straight towards her while she hadn’t been paying attention. He had wrapped his fingers around her wrist and tugged her away from the road. And they just knew. Gaeul loved that story but what in the hell meant that they just knew?
With another sigh, she walked out of her apartment and made her way to her boyfriend’s garage. It wasn’t really her idea of romance but she’d take what she got. He was pretty nice when he wanted to and had that charismatic aura that had many girls falling for him but for a reason still pretty vague to Gaeul, he had chosen to go on a date with her, the librarian that wore dresses and skirts and colors that contrasted with his blue jeans stained with motor oil and grease. It was almost like in those old movies. Almost.
When she walked into the open garage, he was there, a bottle of beer in the hand and laughing with a couple of his friends Gaeul had the pleasure to meet a few days ago. She greeted them and he pecked her on the lips and the only question that popped in her mind was: what the hell am I doing here? She didn’t mind the garage in itself, even if it was messy and that the smells were stronger than she always expected, but she didn’t feel like she quite fitted there, in this man’s arms. (He only had thrown an around her shoulders, laughing loudly and speaking vulgarly. She couldn’t remember why she found this appealing in the first place but she still threw in a few smiles.)
A couple of girls arrived after one hour - Gaeul knew them as she had met them a few times as well besides a few exceptions like that one girl with short blond hair. Gaeul was taken aback by her charisma and wished she could pull off such a look but she didn’t have the right attitude. She didn’t have time to dwell on it that her boyfriend asked for her to get more beers in the fridge and she complied, already plotting his murder in her restless brain.
Too busy with her own thoughts, she didn’t notice that the other woman had followed her nor the wall that she walked straight into.
With a yelp, she stumbled backwards, putting a hand over her forehead and rubbing the skin while mocking laughter exploded in the garage. Her cheeks turned into a deep red and she looked down, feeling ashamed by her behavior and clumsiness. Tears of frustration filled her eyes and she looked down, still rubbing her forehead as she wished she could be back in her own apartment when a slightly cold hand cupped her cheek, making Gaeul gasp as she looked up.
