request: Hi, I don’t know if you’ll want to do this but can I request a soulmate au with anyone from seventeen. I’ve been really craving it, please.💞
summary: in which when soulmates touch, the other’s favorite flower appears on their soulmate’s skin.
pairing: soulmate! joshua x reader
• A/N: i wanted to be soft
+ never written one of these so idk what i did
+ idk if this plot’s been used, it just came to me and i started writing
you pout your lips as you tug on vernon’s tee shirt, your eyes round and eyelashes fluttering.
“just for an hour!” you promise.
his eyes practically bulge out of his head.
“an hour?” he shouts. you had been trying to convince him to drive you to the library for at least twenty minutes now. he was stubborn, but so were you. he hangs his head and his shoulders slump when he looks at you. he couldn’t resist your pleading. he knew he was going to lose this battle.
“fine.” he says, defeated. you cheer in triumph before sprinting towards the door, ready to go. he sighs and slips on a pair of shoes, grabbing his keys and walks slowly as you made your way to his car.
you browse the sections of genre’s, picking one that caught your eye before making your way to the table where vernon is sitting, skimming through pages of what looked like a comic book. you sit across from him and immediately open up your book. you sigh softly as you read through it, catching vernon’s attention.
“how to find your soulmate?” vernon reads the title aloud, your cheeks burning up as he did. you slam the book shut and look away in embarrassment.
“hey, y/n, you don’t have to be embarrassed.” he assures you as he reaches across the table to hold your hand. your eyes drift to his bare arms, a beautiful red rose inked, starting from his wrist to halfway up his forearm.
you often found yourself admiring it. it appeared when he was around fifteen years old. you remembered that he had come home one afternoon, shouting at the top of his lungs about something.
“what are you even saying?” you recall asking, laughing at his antics.
he started rambling again, showing you his arm. when you looked down, you were shocked to see a bright red rose.
“i found her!” he interrupts, a big a smile on his face. he went on to tell you about when it happened, enticing you in his tale of finding his soulmate. it was amazing. ever since then, you always hoped that the same thing would happen to you.
there were hundreds of books on advice of how to know when your soulmate was in front of you. they said things like when you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach, or that sometimes you could tell they were around if the temperature changed too sudden. there were so many ways to know they were nearby, but the most significant one was of your soulmate’s touch.
since the beginning of your life, you were made aware that when soulmate’s touch, whether it’d be for a split second or longer, their favorite flower would appear on your skin. you’ve seen it happen so many times, you felt giddy everytime you thought about it happening to you.
“i’m not embarrassed,” you assure him. “i just… am i being desperate? i mean, you found your soulmate when you were fifteen! when is my turn?” you pout, a tinge of jealously pooling in your chest.
“it’ll happen, i know it will.” he says, snatching the book from you. you gasp and try to grab it back but he stands and holds it over your head, making it impossible for you to reach it.
“now, stop sulking and go find a better book.” he scolds you, pointing towards the other side of the library for emphasis.
you huff but oblige nonetheless, stumbling into the poetry section. you look through the many shelves until you reach your favorite poet’s name. unfortunately for you, it was on the top shelf. you sigh as you stand on your tip toes, stretching as far as you could to reach the book.
as you continue trying but failing, you feel someone’s presence. you stop to look around but no one is in sight. weird.
you get back to task at hand when you feel your stomach start to twist. you furrow your eyebrows as you feel yourself get warmer, your face heating up.
you ignore it and try to reach one last time.
“excuse me,” a soft voice startles you, causing you gasp, whipping around and clutching a hand over your heart.
“ah, i’m sorry.” he apologizes and bows. “i just wanted to know if you needed help reaching that? you’re kind of… small?” his eyes crinkle up as he laughs gently.
you want to reply, at least nod your head or something, but you’re mesmerized. his eyes shine underneath the lights of library, his tan skin glowing. his hair falls in all the right places and his lips are plump. his voice dripped with honey, making it hard for you to function.
“ah, do you not speak english?” he’s suddenly embarrassed, not sure if he was just confusing you.
“i do!” you blurt out, afraid he’d leave if he thought you couldn’t understand him.
he offers to grab the book for you again and this time you nod, moving out of his way so he could grab it. he reaches it with ease, turning to hand it to you. consumed with anxiousness, you reach out too quickly and bump the book out of his hands.
you shut your eyes tightly before going to grab it. at the same time, he reaches for it as well. before you know it, his skin is on yours. you’re about to pull back and apologize when you feel your wrist start tingling. from the corner of your eyes, you see an outline of something start appearing on your skin. soon, there’s a flower of some sort, the colors yellow, green, and orange filling it in.
you feel your heart thumping against your chest. you look over at the man and see that he too has an incomplete outline on his skin, slowly being filled with pinks and purples. could it be? was he the one?
you look up, your eyes meeting his, a small smile on his lips.
“sunflower’s are my favorite.”
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