#me seeing cute pictures by accident on google images incident

[sunset-bridge]

have u ever seen a guy so pretty you wish he shot you in the head point blank with a SIG-Sauer P230

[gyeommine]

“Soulmate” (Chen x Reader)

“Hiiiiiii! how's it's going? I was wondering if you could do like a soulmate type of thing with Chen (my little angel)? Lots of love - Chen anon {who finally guys Tumblr} <3″

[part 2]

Name: “Soulmate”

Character: Chen // Kim Jongdae (EXO)

Genre: Mystery (???)

Word Count: 1,296

(he’s so handsome wow)

The sounding of the word “soulmate” made all your sceptic senses crawl back inside themselves. In high school, your friends would always chatter about who their soulmate was, and what they would look and act like. Of course, these traits were often likened to one of their favourite idols. You’d roll your eyes. You had always thought the possibility of finding the lover from your past life was ludicrous, although an interesting myth. The tale was always that you fall in love with the same person in every life you had, every reincarnation. You believed it was just a comforting notion, allowing everybody to lull themselves into the idea that they could find love. That they had a destiny with somebody. You had just accepted your loveless fate all the way through school as all your friends started to date. Whilst you remained single, they all discovered “the one”, whether it was their destined “soulmates” you had no idea.

You had zoned out in a quiet hour at your job. To support your take-out and ramen filled college lifestyle, you had gotten a job at a café in Seoul. It was modern. The big glass panes allowed the ever-dimming, afternoon light to seep into the field of empty tables. The burgundy walls felt miles away the more customers faded out their seats. It was surprising for the middle of the fast life in one of Korea’s biggest cities. You sighed, aimlessly polishing the surface of the counter. Your mind often ran away with you on shifts like this. You daydreamed, sometimes it was what you were having for food later or the prospect of having a boyfriend. It varied. As you went to collect a cup you had not spotted earlier, the bell gently rang. You shot up. You quickly beamed a pleasant greeting to the customer, bowing almost 45 degrees. They returned the greeting politely. You rushed behind the counter. “What can I get you today?” The customer pulled down his facemask ever so slightly. “Idol” you thought to yourself. You had worked in this café long enough to recognise the mannerisms of an idol not wanting to draw attention to themselves. Then you saw his soft gaze, and it was affirmed for you. You caught a glimpse of his perfect complexion poking from the hat and mask that there was no way that he was a normal person. Luckily for him you didn’t follow idols, so he was not at risk of being bombed by a saesang. “Can I get an iced americano to go?” he asked. You nodded gently. “Is that all for you today?” you chirped. “Yes, thank you,” he answered softly. Despite your lack of interest in idols, you couldn’t lie that his voice was soothing on the ears. You told him the price, waiting patiently as he fumbled for his cash. You reached out and your hand brushed his. Suddenly, an image zapped across your conscious. An image of a man’s hand holding yours, a feeling of warmth washing over you. You blinked rapidly, snapping yourself out of it. “Are you okay?” the man asked. He still had his arm extended where the money had left his palm. You shook your head. “Ah, sorry sir, I am fine,” you fumbled. You quickly handed him the change. Quickly, you spun around to the machinery. You took advantage of the moment he couldn’t see your face to compose yourself. “What the hell was that?” You could barely focus as your hands instinctively made the drink. “I have no connection with this man whatsoever”. You tried to toss the thoughts aside. Once the drink was made, you popped the plastic lid on top. You made sure it was tightly in place. “Here you are!” you announced. You handed him the drink, looking up to meet his eyes. They were wrinkled into a delicate smile. An image of a smiling man moulded onto his face, bearing teeth and laughing joyously as if you had known each other for years. You snapped out of it once more, meeting the now concerned gaze of the young man before you. “Apologies sir, I hope you enjoy your drink!” you stutter, trying your hardest not to accidently snap at him. He left promptly, drink in hand. Your body collapsed onto the countertop. You buried your head into the surface. “What the hell just happened?”

The incident never left your mind the entire way home. The images of the unnamed idol you had met that day kept playing repeatedly like exerts from an old film tape. You couldn’t describe the immediate warmth and connection you had when you had brushed his hand, or the boundless smile that appeared. As you collapsed onto your bed, the thoughts circulated. You had never met this man before, but it felt like you had. “I guess that’s what a crush feels like,” you mumbled aloud. Then you remembered how he looked like an idol. You looked across at your phone that was strewn by your feet, contemplating your idea. You shrugged to yourself. What harm could it do? The device fell into your hands and you tapped the contacts icon. You quickly scanned through the few names to find your friend. You placed it to your ear. The monotonous ringing sound droned. It stopped. “What’s up?” you heard the voice “I need your detective skills,” you suddenly blurted out. She snorted, surprised by your remark. “Oh yeah. You finally found a boy willing enough to go out with you?” she replied slyly. “No, shh. I need you find me an idol,” you asked. A small squeak came from the other end. “YOU FINALLY GOT INTO IT?” You held the phone a little further away, wanting to maintain your hearing. “No, I just need you to identify a dude that came into the café today,” you sighed. You wondered how good of an idea this really was. She pondered aloud for a moment.“Okay, describe him.” You relayed a description. “He had round eyes, almost cat-like. Average height, but obviously in shape. Cute but funny ears and a really sweet smile,” you trailed off. You were astounded at how fondly you talked about this stranger. He was even wearing a face mask, but you could still point out. “Okay, search Xiumin,” she said. You typed the name into Google. A face appeared, but it wasn’t the one you had met that day. “Nope,” you sighed, a little sad at the lack of conclusion. Your friend kept talking, saying something about how she liked the man, whilst you mindlessly found searched the search results. You saw a group of guys appear. You clicked on it, enlarging the image. You furrowed your brow. “Is that his group?” you mumbled aloud. “What?” you friend retorted. “He’s in a group called EXO. (Y/N) how have you not heard of them?” she continued. You scanned the harem of faces. Then, you saw those same eyes. You did a double take. “Hey, if I send you this image can you identify the one second in on the right?” you suddenly asked. You didn’t give her time reply before you sent her the picture. “Second in on the right?” “Yeah,” you said quickly. “That’s Chen. Kim Jongdae.” The name seemed to tattoo itself on your memory, his face flashing again in your vision. “Why are you so interested any- “You cut her off, managing to scramble a sentence about how you “had to go”. The whole word seemed to go out of focus when you put a name to a face. It was almost as if you could hear a voice calling out to you. You had no idea how or why, but you know you had to see this man again.

I was half tempted to borrow a v cute soulmate!au idea but I thought?? I am a writer??? I have an imagination?? I liked the idea of falling in love w the same person in each life from Goblin - so I played around with that idea. It’s probably not that original, but I hope you enjoy anyways <3