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[choisgirls]

Not Afraid of the Night { JuminxMC- Soulmate!AU }

Heya howdy doodle doo! I hope this is a-okay for y’all ^^ WORDS: 2,202 

Again, like JIHYUN’S, no keep reading because the format tends to mess up for mobile?

           "Assistant Kang, please book another appointment with my hair dresser," Jumin sighed into his intercom. He just had an appointment the other day, what is wrong with this person?

           A person's soulmate shares their hair colour when dye is used. Some soulmates just dye their hair a normal colour for a change, not much of a difference between the two of them, it works out. Perhaps that was the reason most people didn't meet the right one? Everyone was too alike in that way. Jumin would be fine with a nice, simple, normal hair colour if his soulmate were to choose it.

           Do they?

           The answer is no.

           He's constantly having to re-dye his hair to black to cover what his other half does to their hair. It's always a bright, crazy colour. He cannot tell you how many times he's had to dismiss meetings abruptly because his dark hair changed to a hot pink before everyone's eyes. How was he supposed to run his company when his clients cannot take him seriously with bright coloured hair? He can't. It's impossible for them to pay attention and for him to get anything done. Perhaps he should invest in hats instead? Oh, but wearing hats inside is disrespectful, hmm.

           He finds himself staring into the refection of his wine glass, his once dark hair now bright dyed green. The other day, it was a bright yellow, Yoosung told him he was jealous of the shade. The week before it was a bright white, which Zen was not happy about.

           "Are you trying to rival my beauty? It won't happen! A robotic CEO? As handsome as me? Not possible!" he had said in the chatroom, hogging the space, leaving no room for Jumin to reply how he dislikes it in the first place. What was going through this persons head? He'd like to analyze just what made them want to do such a ridiculous thing, so often. Don't they realize it can be really bad for their hair? Not to mention the fumes that must come off of the dyes...

           His day progressed- not falling short with the hushed whispers and secret glances as his new-found neon hair. No one dared to say anything loud enough for him to hear, and most certainly no one dared to confront him about it. The only person to have spoken a word was Assistant Kang, who simply called it "interesting" and went back to her work. Was it truly interesting? Maybe he just wasn't seeing what you were seeing in it?

           Meetings came and went, the day moved on to the next. He had dyed his hair back to black, thankfully, and was able to get some work done- no thanks to you. A week or so later, you had dyed your hair again, at least this time it was a nice darker auburn that didn't look too terribly bad on him. It was more natural, he could work with it. Then, it had stopped for a good few months. No weird colours, no colour change at all, in honesty. He took notice to his roots growing out, the dyed colour slowly fading back to his black.

           Perhaps you had given up? Maybe you  just no longer enjoyed the colours? Were you finally taking a break to take care of your hair? The more he thought about it, the more distracted he was from his work. Were you okay? Had something happened to you? Were you... still with him in this world? He hasn't been able to meet you, you couldn't leave him just yet..

           If you had asked the CEO in line a year or two ago if soulmates had existed, he would have genuinely laughed in your face. Jihyun had tried telling him that there was someone out there for him, specifically. He wasn't one to partake in expressing emotions in the first place- they took too much effort and he didn't see the point.

           He had spent so much time hating the idea of a spouse after seeing how quickly his father cycled through... success-driven women, putting it nicely. Not-so-nicely, he was horrified by all of the gold diggers constantly trying to get close to him. He didn't see the point in having relationships if people only wanted him for his money.

           Not only does that fear stop him, but he's been... struggling with another sort of emotion. His infatuation with Rika left him questioning himself. She was the one person he had felt feelings for, and she was with his best friend. She.. was never meant to be his. What if it ended up being the same for the two of you? What if he were to meet you, and it turns out you were someone else's? Or, even as soulmates, the two of you just.. didn't work out? What if his work got in the way? What if you were never meant to be his as well?

           The nights that he couldn't sleep were full of thoughts like these. Not even Elizabeth the Third could deter his worries. Hell, he could have passed you in a building and never have known. What if you had done business with him? What if you actually worked for him? No, you couldn't work for him, no one with insanely bright hair like that would work for him. He decided it was time to just focus on his work. He did have a few new potential clients to meet over the course of the next month. Thoughts like these were going to have to wait. He'd have to put them under lock and key.

           Though the next week, he started to notice piece by piece, that you must have been dying the tips of your hair multiple colours again. He actually felt a sense of relief, to see that you're okay- that you're still here in this world with him. Until one day, he had woken up to find his whole head, covered in a bright rainbow. He tried to refuse coming into work, though it was the day the company's important meeting was being held, so Assistant Kang practically begged that he reconsider that option. He also didn't have time to invite his hair stylist in to fix his situation. It was time to just... accept it, and do what he had to do.

With a bout of false confidence, he took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the meeting, bracing himself for the stares and ridiculing remarks. Beyond the door, however, it took one look for his heart to completely stop, his feet stopping in their tracks as well.

Sitting at the table across from him was a person with bright, rainbow coloured hair.

The moment the two of you met gazes, Jumin could feel a sharp shock through his chest.

Jaehee had to usher him into the room and practically lead the meeting, because he couldn't help but keep glancing over to you, and he'd get tongue tied every time. He was trying his best to keep his emotions under lock, as per usual, but he couldn't help it. He sat across from you- he got a chance to study your features. Your soft expression, the way your eyes shine with untapped creativity- always analyzing, searching for the beauty in things. You didn't need to speak for him to realize how much you appreciated the expressions and emotions in everything around you, he could tell it all from your hair choices over the years. He couldn't wait to talk to you- would he even be able to? Or would he miss his chance and watch you slip between his fingers? Would he fumble on his words- would it be apparent that he had no prior experience with emotions like this? Before he could snap out of it, the meeting had been wrapped up and you were walking out of the door. Catching a glimpse of the disappointment on your face, he struggled to push himself out of the chair he was in- his pocket getting caught on the arm of the chair as he stumbled, attempting to catch himself. Instead, he knocked his neighbors cup over, getting coffee on himself and dropped it a few more times while he tried to pick it up. His heart was racing, pounding in his ears; The sound being replaced by the soft sound of your giggle.

Embarrassed, he raised his eyes to meet yours, too enchanted by the dust of red that graced your cheeks as you hid the dazzling smile behind your hand, extending the other as an offer to help the bumbling idiot in front of you. He felt his heart beat right out of his chest when his fingertips touched the palm of your hand. He couldn't wait to hear what your first words to him would be. He'd secretly been waiting for quite some time to hear what his soulmate's first words will be.

"You're the asshole who keeps dyeing my hair black! And you're a bumbling buffoon, too!"

He wasn't expecting that.

But damn, if you didn't say it with the utmost graceful movements of your lips.

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, to explain that he never acted this way, that he was truly more composed with less of... this. But he couldn't find the words- he couldn't do anything but open and close his mouth like fish- he truly was a buffoon, wasn't he.

Looking down at his shoes, he started to feel tears well up into his eyes. Was he really about to cry? He couldn't even talk to you- couldn't tell you how much just the thought of you changed his world, how much he craved the relationship his best friend had with his own fiancé, how afraid he was to lose you before he could even meet you, how much he want to-

No. He couldn't do this. He had to say something- anything to make you stay. He shut his eyes and held them closed- he was always sharp, quick witted, but why couldn't he talk to you? He talks to owners of large companies constantly, but one person? Just this one person, he couldn't?

How pathetic could he really be? The one time he needed to be his strongest, he completely folded like a house of cards.

For years, he had been watching from behind as his best friend move ahead with his life, going to bed each night with the person made just for him in his arms. Jihyun was always so happy- talking about his 'sun'- finding the beauty in everything that Rika had done. Where was that for him? He was left in the dark- fighting to reach the light that seemed so far away from him.

His father, constantly bringing him new women to meet- women who wanted one thing. Women always hanging off of him, touching him, hoping to get from him what they get from his father. He didn't want any of that, it wasn't what he wanted- not what he need. He needed someone who could understand him, someone who wouldn't want just his money or his fame. Someone who wanted him for all that he is- even if it wasn't close to perfect. Someone who wasn't dark in nature like they were. He wanted to get out of this night that held no stars.

All of these thoughts swarmed around in his head. He tried so hard to keep up the ruse that he was nothing but an emotionless robot; If he thought that way, then he could protect himself. But now, with the thought of you completely turning and leaving this room- leaving him behind yet again- he couldn't protect himself anymore. He was broken, and he was afraid.

It felt like hours later, yet his eyes flew open when fingertips gently touched his cheek, prompting him to look up at the alluring artwork in front of him. The light smile that enhanced your beauty tenfold was enough to make his face hot and his mind go completely blank.

"Hey," you said, in almost a whisper, dragging your thumb across his cheek as if it were fragile- like he would break at any moment. "My name's MC. It's nice to meet you- please don't cry. I've been looking for you for a very long time. Would you want to go settle on a calmer hair colour together?"

And for once, in years, he didn't mind the vivid colours that sat upon his head.

Sure, he was left in the dark.

But with him now were his own set of Northern Lights.

Someone so bright, vivid, colourful, yet so soft to help guide him home. To help him realize what home could really be. Something never ending- something that the two of you could start in the middle and would still find beautiful and inviting. Something unique to the both of you, something he desperately wanted to grasp and hold as if he was afraid to break it. He wanted to get to know you, piece by piece, colour by colour.

And he wasn't as afraid of the night anymore.

Masterlist~

[elvendara]

WIP DAY!

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Thank you my sweet! Here is a current WIP that I'm not sure I'll ever finish LOL

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The rising voices woke him, and he headed down the stairs. Yoosung had only met his father’s boss a handful of times, but it was definitely his voice he heard. He slowed as he got closer to the kitchen where his mother and father sat across from Mr. Lee. A man, probably the boss’s security stood behind Mr. Lee. He made eye contact with Yoosung as he snuck a peek through the doorway but said nothing.

“You can wail all you want, but as I see it, there are only two options. I can call the authorities, and have you arrested on charges of embezzlement, or, you can allow your son to pay off your debts.”

Yoosung gasped and slapped a hand to his mouth to cover the sound. They appeared to not have heard him. Embezzlement? Was that how his father had been able to afford the few vacations they took and some of the higher end items he had bought for the family?

“Never!” his mother slammed her fists atop the table, his father lay his own hands over hers and hung his head.

“I would never allow that.” He said quietly. “You might as well call the authorities, I will confess all, but you will not take my son and use him!” his voice grew as he spoke, hands clenched, but head still hung low.

Why would Mr. Lee want him this bad? Yoosung lowered his blond head and gazed at his open palms. Was his gift worth that much?

“As you wish.” Mr. Lee sighed. Yoosung heard the man wrestle his phone out and begin to dial.

“Wait!” before he knew what he was doing he stepped into the room. “I’ll go. Whatever debt my father has, I’ll…I’ll repay it.” He stood, feet shoulder width apart, his amethyst eyes wide with determination.

“No!” his father stood and embraced him. “This is my burden to bear. You are not taking my son.”

“Dad. It’s OK.”

“I forbid it! Go back to your room and don’t come down no matter what you hear!” he ordered, pushing the 15 year old boy out the door. Yoosung weakened and headed back upstairs. In his room he ran his eyes over all his belongings, mostly across all his plants. That was his gift, his ability. He could grow anything as long as the seeds were there. That must be it. Mr. Lee owned a prosperous vineyard. His father had mentioned that the vineyard wasn’t doing so well. The weather had created problems with the grapevines and the grapes had been too bitter. Maybe that was why he wanted him so much.

Without a second thought Yoosung grabbed a gym bag and threw some clothes and personal belongings into it, including a photo of him, his sister, and his parents. He ran back downstairs, past the kitchen and out the front door. He stood by the car door until Mr. Lee and his security walked out. When the door was opened, he slid into the back seat, the screams of his parents ringing in his ears as they drove away.

I tag @snippetsrus and @s-fellows-art Ya'll have got to be working on something!

[kirishwima]

for the soulmate AU thing could i ask for 8 or 9 with jumin?

ok so i had to go with no. 9 bc...the potENTIAL!!!

9. Anything you draw/write on your own skin appears on your soulmate’s.

* Jumin used to love waking up to little notes and doodles from his soulmate when he was younger-they first started appearing when he was about 9 or 10, first at incospicuous places like his wrists or forearms, little notes like a ‘hi!’ or a smiley face and whatnot

* He’d smile at the little doodles and messy handwriting, writing back with thin line markers and fine handwriting, be it a greeting or a smiley face with cat ears, there’d be a little exchange between the two at least once every day

* But as he grew older people started to scold him for the ink on his skin, his teachers would frown, tell him to cover up, his dad and whichever person he’d be dating at the time would roll their eyes whenever they saw doodles of cats on his arms, be it once he or his soulmate drew.

* “There’ll be a time and place to meet them”, his dad would tell him, giving him a wet cloth to wipe the ink away, “you can write down a formal letter to them at that time. Until then, keep your manners, please” he’d suggest, only it was never a suggestion, not really, the ‘please’ so ironic on his lips it dripped venom.

* With everything going on around him, Jumin’s replies to his soulmate’s doodles became sparse and cold, until they started to stop all together.

* Only...his soulmate didn’t seem to give up.

* They’d write something to him every day, asking if he was ok, if there’s something wrong-they were worried at first, wondering if something happened and that’s why Jumin had stopped replying. 

* One day he was washing up, preparing for the day when he saw big bold letters on his arm-’ARE YOU OKAY?! :(’ it wrote, and he sighed down at the words, grabbing a pen from his desk to make a hasty reply. 

* “We’re too old for this”, he scribbled down on his wrist, “stop it”, and with that he covered up his arms with a striped shirt, ignoring any further communication.

* His soulmate persisted, writing on their arms, on their legs sometimes-once Jumin found an angry face doodled on his inner thigh, staring angrily up at him as he went to take a shower. He bit back a smile at the thought of his soulmate furiously doodling that only for him to see, carrying on with his shower as normal.

* One day though. One day.

* He woke up as normal, only his alarm hadn’t gone off, hence he ran through his daily routine, not even stopping to take a glance at himself in the mirror-he brushed his teeth as he got dressed, and ran to the elevator that took him down to the parking lot and to his limousine, ignoring the odd stares his bodyguards gave him, the raised brow Driver Kim had the moment he laid eyes on Jumin.

* It was only when he reached his office, where Jaehee awaited him, when she gasped, choking on her sip of coffee as he walked in and greeted her, asking for his morning report.

* He could’ve sworn she was laughing, but before he could ask what’s so funny, she simply turned around, running out of his office before rushing back in a moment later, a compact mirror in hand.

* “Sir I-I think you really need to see this” she said, pushing the mirror in his hands.

* With a frown he took it, bringing it up to his face.

* On his forehead, with big bold letters, were the words ‘CAT LOVING MEME’ written, along with a doodle of a cat on his cheek, a crudely drawn...something, on the other cheek.

* Jumin blushed a furious red, sinking down to his knees. He’s not one to be embarassed, not one to be bothered by what other people think of him-but to think that his soulmate is also sporting this same face right now, possibly running around town with the same words and doodles on their face...?!

* He sighed, asking Jaehee to cancel all his appointments for the day before he looked around his office for an appropriate marker.

* “C&R main office, tomorrow, 8a.m. Ask for Jumin Han, and don’t be late.” he wrote on his arm, as big and clear as possible. If this is how his soulmate wanted to play, then so be it. He’d scold them for this behavior, and ask them to stop-it was high time they met anyway.

* That night Jumin was unable to sleep, nursing a glass of wine in his hand as he walked around the house, looking to his arms longingly. Would his soulmate really not reply to his message, even after that whole fiasco? Did they even see his message? What if they didn’t? What if they did but didn’t show up? Why...why did Jumin even care so much in the first place?

* It was late at night, or rather early in the morning as he lay down on the couch with Elizabeth in his lap, his shirt abandoned on the floor as he’d looked all over his arms and chest for a response, but to no avail, when he felt a prickle on his wrist, right at the pulse point.

* He lifted his hand, looked at the fluttering beat where a response was finally scribbled.

* “I can’t wait to see you, Jumin.”

* The man was already smitten and he had yet to even meet them, hoooo boy

-listen i love these doodle-soulmate AUs bc im a menace that constantly writes on myself so my soulmate would be doomed to memes on their hands 24/7 lmao

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon for character(s) reactions!-

-soulmate headcanons list-

[baconwaffle2016]

It’s been several months since Mi-Cha arrived in Seoul and in the RFA’s lives. Summer has finally arrived, and with that comes the urge to spend these sunny and warm days at the most refreshing place for such a season— the beach! Turns out the RFA is not that different.

One day, while chatting on the app, Mi-Cha sees that Yoosung and Zen talk about taking a day off and having a beach day. It had been a while since she had gone to the beach at all, let alone with friends; and that day will be as good as any to go! Now, all they have to do is convince their grumpy, workaholic hacker to come along.

...Correction: All Mi-Cha has to do is convince him to come along, when all he's been doing is avoid her since the party.

...This might hurt a little.

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A preview of my piece for @nostringsdetached, a Mystic Messenger zine that focuses on our CMC's and the connections they make within the MysMe Universe (even across different worlds and timelines!)

My fic is part of a collab with the amazing artist, @waffletopkai (who drew such amazing art, omg I wish I could describe it but no spoilers!!) The story features my old MysMe CMC, and it has a tinge of Childhood Friends/Reverse AU. For anyone who's read my Childhood AU before, this might be familiar to you and a very welcome addition (I hope)!

The store for the zine opens on July 3rd, so please check us out if you can. So many artists and writers were involved in this zine, and we all worked so hard to make beautiful stories and art for you all to enjoy!

All proceeds for the zine will be going towards TWO charities, Save the Children and the Astraea Lesbian Foundation for Justice. It will also be digital, so you don't have to worry about shipping or it being late!

For more information, please feel free to look through the zine's carrd and all its social media!

[marveloussupernerd]

I know so many people would choose R (the red string one) for jumin but how bout R for zen?

Oo I love this idea !!

Red String - Zen (Soulmate AU)

This is from my Soulmate AU ABCs prompt list!

Prompt: red string. Red string ties you to your soulmate until you meet them, but it’s only so long, so sometimes you have to go a certain way because your soulmate “pulls you”

You were lucky that your soulmate didn’t travel a lot. Everyone had a red string that tied them to their soulmate (visible only to you and your soulmate of course) that tied you together until you finally met.

Some people would get annoyed with it, especially if their string was taut and they were always being pulled around, and would travel to the end of it to meet their soulmate and get it over with.

You kind of liked it. Yours never was really that tight; they didn’t pull you often. They certainly didn’t travel. When your soulmate did travel? Well... that was a whole different problematic story.

It took how many years until they actually had to pull you? Quite a while. Still, there it was, a taut string around your wrist, tugging you slightly. Maybe it was an accident? You stayed focused on your work.

Another gentle pull to the string. Another. They wanted you to go. You sighed, standing up and grabbing a coat; your soulmate wouldn’t drag you around unless it was important. You walked to the door, giving a quick gentle tug back so they knew you were going. Hopefully they’d understand that.

You followed them in the direction they were leading, walking downtown until they finally stopped moving, the string running slack. They must have arrived at their destination. You were conveniently pretty close to a coffee shop, so you figured you’d wait there until they were finished.

You sat at the coffee shop for almost three hours.

You felt the slack of the string increase, signaling that your soulmate was probably leaving, and went back home.

Once you got home, you could tell they had too. You had that amount of slack and pull on your wrist downright memorized from when the two of you were at home. There were two tugs on the rope. A thank you from them likely, for following them around. You tugged back to tell them they were welcome, then went to sleep.

The same thing happened the next night. Pull to the coffee shop. And the next. And the next.

It was starting to get in the way of your work. You really couldn’t focus at this coffee shop, so you sat mindlessly playing games for hours.

The next day you decided you’d find them. Even if you didn’t meet, you needed to see what they were doing that pulled you around so much. You hoped they weren’t too far: you couldn’t be positive how long your string was.

So you began walking. Slowly wrapping the slack of the string around your wrist so you wouldn’t be dragging it around. Walking.

It was leading you to a theater? Into the building. The string was caught in the door. Okay... you walked in.

It sounded like the performance had already begun. The person selling tickets looked surprised to see you.

Were you really going to do this? Well... why not? “One ticket please.”

The guy raised an eyebrow. “It started 30 minutes ago.”

“I know. Still. I’d like a ticket if you have any left.”

You were lucky that the show wasn’t sold out tonight; it usually was apparently.

As you found your seat, a woman was singing a ballad, the only one on stage. You knew your soulmate must have been an actor or part of the stage crew or something: the string was leading up the stage behind the curtains. You gave a little more slack in case they needed to move around some.

And then he walked out on stage. Your heart leapt in your chest: he was beautiful. His skin was pale, almost like porcelain, his hair white. His eyes were expressive, bright red, the same color of the string around his wrist.

He was your soulmate? You must be one of the luckiest people in the world.

His voice was beautiful. You were fortunate enough that he had a song in this act. The emotion he held... it was beautiful.

It must have been one of the best performances you had ever seen. The audience gave him a standing ovation at the end, with you included.

Now you just needed to meet him.

You went back to the ticket guy at the end of the show. “Excuse me...” you were almost nervous to ask. “Is there any way you can meet the actors after the show?”

He shrugged. How didn’t he know? He worked here. Ughhhh.

“Some of them go to the back stage door after the performance!” A lady with short hair and glasses said, approaching you. “I’m going now if you’d like to join.”

“That would be so amazing! Thank you so much!”

You followed her out the door, glancing back to the string as you walked away from your soulmate. Well, you’d be meeting him soon.

“Is there anyone in particular you’re going to see?” The girl asked, trying to maintain small talk.

“Oh, Uhm, I don’t know his name. I came late so I didn’t get a program. But, the lead guy. He was amazing.” You could feel a blush on your cheeks from thinking of him. Your soulmate was so talented.

She smiled, finally wrapping around the building and stopping by a side door. “That’s Zen! Isn’t he amazing!? I’m one of his fans, and his friend. My name is Jaehee Kang!”

“No way!” You were excited to meet one of his friends. You introduced yourself. “How do you know him?”

“We’re in an organization together.”

“Wow, that’s awesome. I’ve never seen him perform before but it was amazing.”

“He’s been performing since he was 17. His devotion to his career is amazing. He has quite a fan base too! Luckily, most couldn’t come tonight, since it’s a weekday.”

He has a lot of fans? How would you compare.

The door opened. Oh well, guess you’d find out, huh?

He was so close to you. Most people look worse up close, but him? He was absolutely beautiful.

There were some of his other costars too but... you couldn’t focus on anyone but him. The few girls who did come were screaming, calling his name. It just felt like the two of you, the string hanging loosely from his wrist as he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead.

“Hi everyone! Thank you so much for coming and supporting me.” His eyes glanced over to you and your new friend. “Hi Jaehe-“ he paused. His mouth was wide open. The girls were screaming.

It seemed like slow motion. He reached for his string, pulling it tight and tugging a little, yanking you forward, sending you tumbling into the girl in front of you. A small laugh escaped his lips, a bright smile on his face.

He took a step past the girl in front of you, stepping close to you, his hand reaching to grab your arm gently. “I’ve been waiting for you to come.” He said warmly. He was so close to you. The girls were freaking out. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zen.”

You uttered out your name, lifting your wrist slightly. It was so much lighter now. The string was gone.

“I’m gonna miss that thing. Kinda feels a little empty, huh? I promise, I’ll more than make up for it.”

The fact that he was saying these words to you, upon first meeting, in front of all of these fans? You were practically swooning. You were kicking yourself for how flustered you were getting.

“Sorry, am I embarrassing you?” The tips of his ears were turning pink, his eyes squinty from smiling so much. “Would you go to dinner with me tonight?”

“I- yes, okay.”

His smile grew, as if that was even possible. “Okay! I’ll grab my stuff and be right back. Two seconds.” His eyes scanned the crowd. “Thank you everyone for coming, but I’ll have to leave early tonight. I have a date with my soulmate.”

With him being this sweet and romantic upon just meeting, you weren’t sure how you could survive this relationship without swooning to death.

[yotsubanoclover]

Until our very last second

Summary:

Jumin Han can see other people's lifespan, except for his own. As a doctor, he's saved many lives... but no matter what he does, he cannot alter or even prolong the lifespan of his patients. One day, he meets MC, an 18-year-old who has been sick for almost her whole life. Why can't Jumin see her lifespan? Does this mean he might be able to save her?

Notes:

For @tomatorepublic

The beginning of this year, we challenged ourselves to create headcanons with new prompts daily. Then, every two weeks, we would each choose one headcanon to write as a full fic. This is my first proper one-shot after more than a year of slump <3 The prompt for this one was "the ability to see one's lifespan".

DISCLAIMER: The medical/healthcare aspects mentioned in this fic may be inaccurate and are solely built for the sake of the story.

Jumin still can’t figure out why he can't see MC's lifespan.

But more than that, he can’t understand why it’s making him feel uneasy. He’s spent a lifetime hating his ability and trying to run away from it. So isn’t this what he’s been waiting for? Maybe his inability to see MC’s lifespan means that his ability is failing. Or, better yet, this could be a sign that maybe he could actually save her.

So instead of sulking and agonizing over her empty palms, he should be celebrating. He should be jumping up and down, feeling excited. After all, being able to see the lifespan of others has never helped him in any way. It didn’t help him prevent the car accident that took away his best friend, nor has it helped him cure his patients.

The absence of her countdown means that maybe he could actually heal her. Yes… let’s see it that way.

MC… has been sick for most of her 18 years of life. A woman as bright as she is shouldn’t be confined in a wheelchair, fighting for her life every day. She should be going to college, enjoying her youth, strolling around in the park with her friends, perhaps a boyfriend. But instead, she’s spent day after day writhing in pain, sweating bullets as she holds onto dear life with all of her might until the seizures pass.

And that’s assuming she made it through.

Every second, every minute, every hour, every day that she’s awake, as ill as she is, she’s defying her fate. It’s already a miracle that she could live a year longer than predicted. There’s no telling when one seizure is going to put a stop on her life.

She’s so young, and yet she may have seen more doctors than everyone else around Jumin, combined. They can’t even put a name on what exactly is eating her away. For some reason, her organs just started failing one day and still continues to do so, to this day. No medicine could delay, let alone prevent them from failing. For the most part, they’re just making the process easier, as tasteless as that sounds. Make the seizures less painful. Other than that, there’s nothing that could stop her from dying.

Much like Jumin’s decades-long effort to defy his ability… to actually succeed in prolonging someone’s life. Up until now, that had been impossible. But with MC, with no countdown haunting his every move, maybe he can save her. Really save her, so that she could finally start living her life as she should have been.

But how is he going to do that? Many doctors before him have tried and failed. What makes him any different?

“Jumin!” a voice snaps him out of his reverie. He looks up – it’s MC.

And she’s crying.

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[marshmallowprotection]

oh!!! remember that color soulmate au that you wrote with minji? could you please write that with jumin?

Jumin

Jumin had long seen the color red and only red. It was such a strong color that it encapsulated his life. 

He could see the strongest and truest color of love and of passion, and yet, his life was fraught with nothing of the sort. His father would go change partners over and over again like you had meals during the day, and he would long for a true family life that showed the color of his passion. 

He had heard that red was a strong indicator was a perfect soulmate. 

As it tied into the old whispered story of lovers brought together by a string of fate. It wasn’t something that he could or would say out loud to anyone, not even his best friend Jihyun, but he assumed that the color of his soulmate indicated good fortune. 

He wanted to believe in it, but at the same time, Jumin was a realist and would not let himself get caught up in soulmates. It wasn’t something that everyone found for themselves, so much of the world was unable to find their match due to unfortunate circumstances. 

It wasn’t perfect, but no true world was, and it was always a battle to ensure that things ran smoothly. It was no different than his belief in the company, he would put fact and truth into his work and let it show for itself. He let himself focus on work and his career first and foremost. 

Why should he focus on the lingering hope of a soulmate? 

Why would he do that when his mother had left him behind in spite of technically being the soulmate to his father, and why would he do that when the soulmate of his best friend was ripped away just like that? It seemed of cruel irony, but if he steeled his heart and kept walking—

Certainly, one of these days, things would be okay. 

He had Elizabeth the 3rd, and that was seemingly enough for him. He often wondered if she could see the tangling red color that only he could personally see but that seemed impossible. At least, he thought it was, until the day that you came to the messenger. 

You’re something else. 

Your voice and your personality seemed to blend with his own for reasons that he could not explain. You spoke so kindly, and yet, you kept a level head about everything. You were seemingly perfect in every way, and yet, you had found yourself stuck in Rika’s apartment due to that kindness. 

He liked talking to you, and when he was with you, nothing else really mattered at all. 

Jumin didn’t realize that he was letting himself get so drawn to you as a person until his life started getting more hectic and harder to cope with, and you needed a safe place to go. He offered his penthouse to you and everyone seemed wary of this. As if he would ever treat you without respect, sigh, Zen really needed to learn how to respect him. 

Nights with late phone calls...

Speaking with you so fondly... 

You laugh at his jokes and never tease him... 

It seemed like there was some kind of gravitational pull that he couldn’t put his fingers on, at least, not until you came to see him. You entered the doors to the suite and made eye contact with Elizabeth at first, she came bounding over to you and hopped into your arms. 

You scratched behind her ears and cooed, “Well, hello there, Elizabeth, it’s nice to meet you too.” 

Footsteps echoed from the other side of the penthouse until you glanced across the room and saw Jumin for the first time. Your lips were slightly agape when you saw him, and he was for the same very reason that you were. 

He let out a gasp when he saw you as he happened to glance into your eyes and that’s when he saw it happen for the first time.  

 “...!”

The red you were wearing seemed to flicker for a second, and then it hit him like a train.  A world of color illuminated his world and you were waiting at the end of it for him.

“Jumin...” you whispered, just as surprised as he was. “You’re my—” 

“Soulmate,” he finished your statement. It was slow, but he approached you and let the back of his hand brush against your cheek. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Perhaps he had let himself become far too cynical in his life but... 

there had been a reason he had been drawn to you. 

This was why. 

[sondepoch]

The Touch (Saeran x Reader)

In a world where everyone has tattoos that move and change when you come in contact with your soulmate, Saeran is one of the few born without any marks on his body. He's led his whole life believing that he has no soulmate, but meeting you might prove otherwise.

~Oneshot

MASTERLIST 

Saeran could always tell which couples were and weren't soulmates.

Take Saeyoung and MC, for example. A single glance at the pair was enough to know. Because no matter what, no matter when, no matter where: they would be touching.

But then that girl and guy over there, having coffee? There was no question that they were dating—the twinkle in the girl's laugh and the blush and the boy's face was too prominent for their relationship to be anything less. But their blatant refusal to allow even the slightest physical contact was a blaring, neon sign that though they were together, fate hadn't planned for it to be that way. Lovers they might be, but soulmates they were not.

Saeran let his eyes further wander around the cafe, flitting from couple to couple until he found another prime example: a girl and a boy.

The girl couldn't have been aged past thirteen, the boy scarcely older than her, but their fingers were intertwined tightly together in a quiet display of pride.

Lucky, Saeran thought as he watched the normally black ink on their arms shine a soft baby pink as the designs moved up and down in a neverending motion that passed back and forth from arm to arm. The movement was truly mesmerizing, starting the at exposed skin peeking out of the girl's T-shirt and climbing its way down to the boy's muscular arm, where both sets of tattoos seemed to dance on the skin.

It was rare to see soulmates find each other at such a young age, but endearing too. People said that the way your soulmate tattoos move would change as you age, and Saeran couldn't bring himself to look away as he watched the marks waltz back and forth, slow but steady, from girl to boy.

It was different from how Saeyoung and MC's tattoos moved.

More innocent.

Saeran preferred it.

Though that was just his jealousy speaking, he knew. Still, the knowledge of his envy didn't make dealing with it any easier. He'd seen more than enough of his brother and his girlfriend. Those two never stopped touching each other, obsessed with how their tattoos would pulsate in rhythm with their hearts, triggered only by the revered touch of the soulmate.

Saeran sighed.

A touch he would never feel.

"Ray?" A voice called, forcing the boy's eyes away from the young lovers. He stood up to retrieve the coffee he'd ordered, mumbling a quiet 'thank-you' to the server.

In truth, he'd left the bunker mainly to get away from Saeyoung and MC.

It wasn't their fault, he knew. Fate had spelled out their romance for them when it inked their soulmate tattoos onto them in the womb, that was just how they were meant to be.

So why did looking at them always deepen the void Saeran felt inside of him?

The redhead sighed as he took a sip of his coffee, pulling down the sleeves of his jacket as if someone would notice the lack of any markings on his left hand. As if someone would notice that he was one of the few born without a destined soulmate.

I should be thankful, he thought bitterly. If I had a soulmate, she would be miserable with me.

That much was true, at the very least. Saeran was damaged, he knew. Years of following the Savior's orders and taking Elixirs had ravaged his mental state, and he still woke from nightmares daily.

It wasn't just that Saeran didn't deserve anyone.

No one was bad enough to deserve him.

He sat himself down on a bench outside, opting to watch the world go by. Doing that always helped him whenever his brain felt like it was tied into knots. There was so much to see: couples kids running after each other, parents chasing close behind, stray couples wandering up and down the streets of Seoul. It was therapeutic.

It made Saeran forget about the fact that he was destined to live a life of pain.

That he was to live a loveless life.

That his was the life of someone born without a soulmate tattoo.

"Ho-Syun, get back here!" A teenage girl called, chasing gleefully after a boy who was running away from her and laughing. Despite himself, Saeran felt a light smile form on his face as he watched them in their merriment.

"Chua! Mr. Chua! It's me! How could you forget?" Saeran followed his eyes to a new set of people, a young boy crossing his arms in front of a confused looking elder man. A part of Saeran wanted to pay closer attention but he found himself distracted by yet another call.

"Applications out! Applications are out! BC-Sonic is hiring! Get your application today!" The boy relaxed in the sea of voices, the neverending conversations, the seemingly infinite activities that people all had going on at once.

"Sir! Sir!" The boy took another long sip of his beverage. The voices around him made it easy to ignore even the incessant whispers inside his head, the noisy street giving him a temporary refuge from his mind as he just existed. "SIR!"

At the sudden increase in volume, Saeran opened his eyes. One can imagine his shock when his mint-green eyes caught sight of you, dashing after a cat that was escaping you with every fiber of its being.

Wait, was the cat really running away from you? Or was it specifically running toward him?

Saeran tried to stand up and eject himself from the cat's trajectory, but before he could even move, the little black creature had pounced into his lap.

The boy could only blink.

"I am so sorry about that," He heard you say, as you tried to coo the cat out of Saeran's lap. You wouldn't meet his eyes in your embarrassment, he noted with mild amusement, as you brought a hand to pet the creature before it hissed at you.

"Is this your cat?" He inquired, wondering why the little devil seemed to be so averse to you.

"No, ah—" You scratched the back of your head sheepishly. "My best friend asked me to take care of it. It's hers. The damn fuzzbutt hates me though, so..."

Saeran had to suppress a smile at that, placing his coffee down on the ground. He pried the cat off his lap, awkwardly holding it in midair so that you could take it from its hands. "Here," He murmured softly. The cat was cute, without a doubt, but he didn't want to keep it from the person responsible for taking care of it any longer.

The cat, on the other hand, seemed very much opposed to leaving Saeran.

The second your hands approached it, the thing wriggled furiously in Saeran's grasp. When it found itself unable to squirm out of the boy's strong hands, it settled for biting your approaching fingers with all its strength.

Ouch.

Saeran tried not to wince as the cat bit down, immediately causing you to recoil backward.

"Are you...okay?" He asked when he saw blood begin to drip from your hand. It wasn't much at all, practically nothing compared to what he'd seen at his time in the Mint Eye, but the pained look in your eyes brought an unfamiliar sense of worry to the boy.

"Y-yeah, here, I'll take her from the bottom so she can't bite me this time."

You moved your hands forward to take the cat from Saeran, but he only chuckled, lowing the animal into his lap. "Let's see the bite, first," He muttered softly taking your smaller hand into his own. He was about to tilt the injured finger toward him to get a better look at it when he felt a searing pain in his right arm.

"Ow!"

He flinched when he heard your voice, suddenly realizing that in his pain he'd tightened his grip around your finger.

"M-my arm—" He sputtered out, doubling over in pain while trying not to make a noise. He grabbed the rim of the bench he was sitting on and the world around him was suddenly forgotten, even the innocent meow of the cat on his lap.

He vaguely heard you curse before you jumped to your feet, tearing the leather jacket he was wearing off his body to check for injuries. But the increased contact only worsened the agony in his arm.

Saeran forced an eye open to see what was going on. Had he been shot? Was his arm on fire? What was that light?

Both Saeran and your eyes widened in shock when you both saw the dull glow emanating around Saeran's tattoos. My tattoos from the Mint Eye, Saeran thought numbly through the pain, wondering why they were acting up. Had they been tattooed in poisonous ink? Why did it feel like the tattoo was on fire, being branded even deeper into his skin?

It was only when the tension in his arm had faded that Saeran saw that you were in the same pain next to him, clutching your arm.

"Are you alright?" He managed to stutter out, pulling you to your feet.

The sudden contact caused another strange sensation to flood down Saeran's arm, though this time it brought no agony. His arm tingled lightly, with the same soft yellow glow as before. Eyes wide open in bewilderment, he looked at you to realize that the same thing was happening on your arm.

Shocked, you both pulled back, and the warm feeling Saeran had been experiencing vanished as soon as your hand left his. Then, hesitantly, this time, Saeran reached a delicate finger forward to graze yours and the feeling bloomed inside him once more.

You leaned into him ever-so-slightly, reciprocating his gesture and his touch, and the moment you did the tattoos on your bodies lit up and began to move toward each other, linking and dancing together with no signs of stopping.

The cat on his lap meowed in delight.

"The touch of a soulmate," He whispered, baffled by the fact that he was feeling it. He was born without any markings, cursed to lead a life devoid of love...so how?

"I didn't think I had someone," He heard you whisper, watching the designs intertwine with each other. "My tattoo was fake."

"Mine too," He responded, his face fresh with a smile that—for the first time—wasn't forced in any way. "My name is Saeran," He finally introduced himself after he'd recovered from the initial shock of seeing his tattoo, the fake tattoo he'd acquired after birth, respond to someone.

"I'm (Y/N)," You responded, before taking a step toward him, intertwining your fingers with his. The simple movement brought so much warmth, the sort that spread from within him—and at that moment, Saeran understood.

He understood why MC and Saeyoung were always joined at the hip, why that girl and boy in the cafe had held each other's hands so tightly, why the touch of a soulmate seemed to intoxicate everyone who felt it.

Whether he'd realized it or not, his entire life had been building up to this moment: to meeting you. The tight squeeze he gave your palm felt like a blessing from heaven itself, as if meeting you was the work of an angel who had finally decided to give Saeran the happiness he'd spent his whole life searching for.

His touch was a delicate reminder of everything to come: from the first kisses to the inside jokes to the eventual future he realized he would get to share with you.

The touch was a promise, from one soulmate to the other, to eternally bask in each other's warmth, to love each other and become one as the tattoos already had.

The touch was everything.

MASTERLIST

Word count: 2.0k

Notes: Saeran is PRECIOUS~ he deserves so much happiness

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[vvanylla]

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mystic Messenger (Video Game), Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: 707 | Choi Luciel/Kurusu Akira, 707 | Choi Luciel/Main Character Characters: 707 | Choi Luciel, Kurusu Akira, Persona 5 Protagonist, V | Kim Jihyun, Rika (Mystic Messenger) Additional Tags: Female Persona 5 Protagonist, Crossover, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Colorblind Soulmate AU, Pre-Canon, for mysme, Post-Canon, for p5, mentions of - Freeform, Rika/V | Kim Jihyun - Freeform, Past Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist - Freeform, You don't need to have played p5 to read, Persona 5 Protagonist Takes the Place of MC Series: Part 5 of Crossovers No One But Me Wanted Summary:

Seven was fine without a soulmate. Until he gets one.

[akeshuu]

You know those Soulmate AUs where every mark of your soulmate appears on your skin as well and you feel each others pain?

Now can you imagine Zen finding out that Jumin is his soulmate and before they get together, he just punches himself every time Jumin does or says something annoying?? And Jumin just being so done with it that he starts arguing in the chatroom and everyone's just so confused??? Jumin and Zen??? Wtf???

[yoosungs-blush]

Hey, if it's alright, can I request a soulmate AU of yoosung x mc? You can decide whatever kind of soulmate thing they'll have, because I can't really think of anything.

Hey anon! Thanks for requesting and sorry it took me a while to get to it T_T Your request sort of ties in to the mini series Paradise that I was planning on continuing only it inspired me to give it a soulmate twist I otherwise hadn’t thought about so thank you! It went from being about Rika’s idea of reincarnation to a cute little fluff drabble so thank you! The prelude to it can be read here but it isn’t necessary to read or anything ^^ Hope you enjoy!

Paradise: Reunion

It had been many years since the souls had left their original dimensions. Freed from their original forms they ascended to heaven where - after tortured from being unable to be together - the two souls could at last meet once again; in the same dimension this time, linked by a fated red string. When they both recognised the fate that bound them, they would finally remember the promise they had made to each other in a previous life.

You sighed as you sat down at your seat for the first lecture of the year. Being in a room with so many people was giving you a headache - you could see red strings everywhere, chaotically floating everywhere, obscuring most of your view from where you sat at the back of the room. 

It had always been like this and truthfully it wasn’t that bad. Sometimes it would just be nice though, to be able to turn your Sight on and off when it suited you.

It was impossible for you to understand how everyone else managed with it. All around you people sat chatting and laughing, waiting for the professor to enter, taking absolutely no notice of the red strings that were a normal part of every day in their lives.

If it was so normal, why did you get the feeling that you didn’t belong in this strange world with red strings? It only made the red string that was tied around your own pinky finger that much more heavy. Here, everyone had a soulmate. Everyone knew whether they were each others soulmates. 

I wonder where mine is. You scanned the room again, trying to see pass the blur of red, only to lock eyes with someone. Violet eyes, blonde hair. You felt your heart squeeze and ache. 

Before you knew it you were back up on your feet, taking steps towards the unknown boy.

Halfway there, the professor entered and students scrambled to their seats. Realising that someone had already taken your original seat, you desperately searched for a new one to find that the only free spot was the one next to the stranger.

When you sat down, you saw him stiffen slightly. It wasn’t until an hour later when the lecture ended that he moved again.

Somehow his reaction to you felt bad. If you’d offended him in any way you wanted to clear up the misunderstanding.

“Wait!” You called out to him as he finished stuffing his laptop into his bag and had begun to walk away. At the sound of your voice he stopped and turned.

“What is it?” His voice was softer than you thought it would be, but it immediately invoked a sense of security and safety. There was a funny feeling of deja vu, but you couldn’t recall ever seeing this person before, no matter how familiar they felt.

“Did I… do something wrong?” You asked lamely, unsure of whether you had just imagined his previous reactions to you. Or maybe he was just shy and didn’t like sitting next to a stranger and you were making a big deal out of nothing.

His violet eyes showed genuine surprise. “I’m sorry?”

You smiled sheepishly. “It’s just… you looked really uncomfortable when I sat down. Were you maybe saving that seat for someone else?”

He shook his head, pink rising to his pale cheeks. “No way! I’m just an awkward person - it’s not your fault at all.”

Relief flooded your body. It must have shown on your face.

“Were you that worried?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

You nodded. As you had been talking the room had emptied, and you were aware now of the lack of red in the room. It eased your headache considerably now that you could only see two strings…

Huh? There should be two strings, right?

You stood opposite each other. Therefore you should definitely have been able to see two strings. Your string. And his string.

And then both of you stared at the singular string, following it to each end.

He held his hand up and stared at his pinky in disbelief. Likewise, you couldn’t help but stare at your own finger before switching your gaze to the person this string connected you to.

“You’re my…” You whispered.

He nodded, swallowing nervously. “We’re…soulmates,I guess.”

And just like that it was as though a bucket of ice had been dumped over your head. The headache that you’d had before suddenly flared up, pain enveloping your head.

You crouched down, whimpering in pain with your eyes clamped shut. You didn’t pay attention to it at first but you could see things… hear things… almost like fragments of memories that didn’t belong to you.

Or did they…?

★

“Could we make a promise, to find each other again… To love each other as two people in the same dimension?

I want to see you. I want to see the real you.

That’s why… I’m going to pray that one day we can meet properly, without a screen to divide us.”

★

You saw images of a blonde boy with violet eyes trapped inside a smartphone. Text messages and phone calls full of love and longing. An artificial future through a faceless avatar named MC.

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt.

You were her. You were MC. But you were also you. It made your head spin just thinking about it all while the feelings of this life and that life fought for control.

“MC?!” A worried voice brought you to. “MC!? Are you okay?” It was such a lovely warm voice. You recognised it from the same lovely warm memories that had suddenly awoken within you. 

You opened your eyes, dazed from the shock.

The red string still connected you.

“You…sung?” An overwhelming wave of sadness washed over you. This was surely what MC was feeling. It was strange to think of this person suddenly as your soulmate when you’d been strangers just a few moments ago.

This was a stranger, and also Yoosung. Your beloved Yoosung was with you here and now, in this dimension.

“I’m here! It’s me!” He put both hands on your shoulders and beamed at you through tears. You understood the pain and euphoria that was playing chaos in his heart very well. How many years had it been since you had last met? Yet none of it mattered now because here you both were. Still, it was too much to handle.

You let yourself fall against him and he was quick to wrap his arms around you, hugging you fiercely. 

“It’s you. It’s really you!” He sobbed into your hair. “It’s the real you!”

“I missed you so much Yoosungie.” You whispered, tears welling up. Memories from your previous life scarred your mind. Sobbing your eyes out from regret and sadness and grief, all while wishing Yoosung could have been there to make it all better. All while wishing Yoosung could have been real.

“I wanted to meet you so… badly.” Your voice cracked. “But I could only ever talk to you through the app. There was never anyone else for me but you.”

He kissed your hair. “I know. Me too, jagiya~. You did really well.” He was on the verge of tears again. “You did really well honey!”

You hugged him back, still sniffling. “You too… honey. We made it. Thank you for keeping our promise.”

It felt like hours before you finally pulled away, wiping tears from your eyes. Yoosung watched you with the same look of adoration you had grown to love over a lifetime ago.

“Well…” You said with a grateful smile. “It’s nice to meet you again, Yoosung.”

He entwined your hands, where the red strings attached to them finally met.

“You too, MC.” He said, eyes shining brilliantly.

It felt good to be together again - this time till the end of the world.

[elvendara]

Through Your Eyes

Soulmate AU in which from puberty on on your birthday you can see through your soulmates eyes (both parties need to have gone through puberty for it to happen) for about an hour. You can also choose not to.

You can just look through your soulmates eyes, basically a passenger, there is no sound. 

Now, imagine Yoosung seeing through Saeran’s eyes since about 13 or 14 years old and watching all the horrible things he is going through. And Saeran seeing through Yoosung’s eyes, living vicariously because Yoosung had a good life with parents that love him.

Also, what if Yoosung sees his cousin through Saeran’s eyes? It’s agony!!!!!!!!! 

[kirishwima]

23 with Jumin for the soulmate prompts please! :)

23. You can see the red string of fate when you close your eyes, which will lead you to your soulmate.

>:))

* He never thought he’d have one

* Sure, he’s heard of this curse red string of fate, how it’ll lead you to your soulmate, to the one you’re meant to be with-but he’s also seen the downfall of this thread, how easily it can snap, how his father never followed his through, how he let the thread tense more and more until it snapped.

* So he never bothered looking for his thread. 

*When the fated day came, when he let his eyes fall shut and saw the glistening crimson tied around his pinky, tempting, like Ariadne’s thread unwinding and scattered throughout Minotaur’s lair...he simply ignored it.

* He had no need for soulmates and ‘true loves’. He’s seen where ‘true love’ leads, and he’ll be damned if he finds himself seeking comfort in the arms of a stranger because a piece of an invisible cloth told him to. He’d be happier seeing the bottom of a wine bottle.

* So he let years pass, purposely avoiding the cursed string every time he shut his eyes. 

* He never thought of who his soulmate is, why they hadn’t tried to find their way to him, why they hadn’t followed the thread. He didn’t think of such things, didn’t let them keep him awake at night, didn’t wonder what it’d be like to have someone besides, what it’d be like for their warm touch to trace his skin, how his bed wouldn’t feel as big anymore. Jumin Han was a buisnessman, cold and stoic-that’s how the world saw him, how he should see himself. He had no need for soulmates.

* Yet sometimes, late at night, with liquid courage coursing through his veins, he’d peer up at his pinky, clench and unclench his fist, seeing the thread tense and relax at his ministrations. 

* He tried cutting it, once. He’d just come home from yet another lunch with his father, another nameless woman introduced to him-he didn’t care, she’d be gone within a month anyway, they always did-when he felt a tug at his finger, seeing the thread being tugged vehemently, as if his soulmate sensed his unease, as if they were trying to tug him closer to them.

* He clenched his jaw at the sight. No, no, he wasn’t about to fall into the arms of a stranger, seek comfort the same way his father does with all these strangers. He dashed to his desk, rummaged through the drawers until he found a letter opener, sharp enough to cut through paper-probably sharp enough to cut through a damned piece of cloth.

* With shaky hands he brought the small knife-like thing to his pinky, tugging it beneath the thread...but when it came to pulling, to tugging it upwards with enough force to cut the thread, he didn’t do it.

* Instead he let the letter opener fall to the floor with a loud clang, Jumin falling along with it to his knees, holding the thread with one shaky hand, tugging it as if he’d be able to bring his soulmate here, right now.

* “I don’t-” he gasped, unsure of what he wanted to say.

* “You could be my downfall” he said to the thread around his finger, looking to it with a frown, “you could very well destroy me. But maybe...just maybe...you could save me.”

****

juju angst? :3c

-send me a mystic messenger headcanon for character(s) reactions-

[ellygoesnyooom]

The Soulmate’s Mark (Saeran x MC Soulmate!AU)

Surprise!

I know I haven’t posted a writing in ages and this probably will not get nearly as many notes as I would have before, but I found this AU buried in my drive, and I don’t think I actually posted it? It’s pretty decent, so I’ve decided to post it now. My requests are still closed, but to those of you who read this, I hope you enjoy this angsty oneshot!

Pairing: Saeran Choi x MC

Rating: Angst

Words: 1,924

Trigger Warnings: Death, Car accidents, blood

June 2nd, 2018. S.C. That date and set of initials has been ingrained on the skin of your wrist since you were born. You don’t even need to look at it to know exactly what your mark says. You also don’t need to look at it to know the meaning behind the date, because it has been haunting you your whole life.

The date? A death date. The initials? Your soulmate’s.

Every single person is born with a specific death date on the inside of their left wrist. It could be one of two people’s death dates: yours, or your soulmate’s. You won’t know until the date comes and goes. If you die, it was yours, but if you don’t die, you have lost your soulmate, and the date and initials disappear from your skin.

Most people don’t meet their soulmate in their lifetime, and if someone were to find their soulmate in the time they are allotted on Earth, they are considered one of the lucky ones. You have come to terms with the thought of never meeting your soulmate, but it didn’t stop you from hoping that one day, before the dreaded date inked into your skin, maybe you would find them.

You could always tell when someone’s date has come. The fear and anxiety lays heavily around them, clinging to them like cigarette smoke to fabric. Their eyes carry a hollow look, and they become jumpy, starting at every noise. You can practically hear their thoughts as you pass by them on the street.

And today?

You were one of them.

Your family and friends had sent messages to you in the morning just in case it was your date. The messages were sympathetic, stating their love and support for you, but at best, the messages made you feel worse. You tried your best to put on a smile and send out cheery messages so that they wouldn’t worry, but despair was a heavy weight in your stomach, dragging you down.

You went about your day as normal. That’s the only thing you can do. It was a Saturday, which meant going out and shopping for essentials back home. You were careful while out, looking twice before crossing streets, keeping an eye out for others around you. But you didn’t need to worry about people bumping into you, because they could all see that today was the date on your wrist.

The stares were like lasers, digging into your flesh and signing your skin. You felt almost naked, as if you stepped out of your home in just your underwear and a ratty bathrobe or a blanket.

Pleasant? Not really.

On your way home from shopping, arms full of bags from the local grocers and nearby shops, one of your friends spotted you and called out your name. You turned, halting on the sidewalk and waiting for him to approach.

“MC! How are you holding up? Let me take those,” he said as he reached you, relieving you of your bags before the two of you started off down the sidewalk again. Zen was always pretty cheerful, and had a habit of throwing compliments at you and flirting all the time, but today, no compliments and praises were to be heard, and his crimson eyes were only filled with concern.

You shot him a faux cheerful smile, praying that he would buy it. “I’m good! How about you? Have you gotten news back from the director of that musical you auditioned for?”

He shook his head sadly as you came up to an intersection. The light was green, and cars zoomed past and almost blinding speeds, making you slightly dizzy as you watched. You tried to focus on what your friend was saying, but inevitably, his words turned into a steady hum in your mind as it drifted back to the date on your wrist.

Zen’s date wasn’t anytime soon, and you envied him for that. He had all those years to find his soulmate, and there you were, either going to lose your life or lose your soulmate’s life without actually meeting them.

“MC!” You jumped as Zen yelled your name, heart leaping into a panicked frenzy. You started to teeter, but Zen quickly grabbed you, steading you on your feet. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” Your head nodded like a bobble head as you tried to regain your surroundings.and figure out what you were doing.

Oh, right. You were crossing the street.

Around you, people were walking around the two of you and into the street, where the steady stream of traffic was momentarily paused.

“Come on, let’s get you across, okay?”

“Okay.”

Zen’s hand gripped your upper arm with his free hand gently as he guided you, as if he were a boy scout guiding an elderly person. You didn’t mind, and felt a bit grateful, as you felt a bit shaky.

He didn’t let go until you were a bit past the intersection, and seemed hesitant as he removed his hand and transferred a bag into it. Part of you wanted to ask for him to hold you again, but you held back. He had a following and a reputation to uphold in the media. You didn’t want to taint it because you were scared.

After a while, Zen reached his destination, Jaehee’s coffee shop, and hesitantly left you to walk alone, returning your bags to your arms. Your place wasn’t far from her shop, so you would be fine. With a quick hug and a wave, the two of you parted.

Your mind drifted to your soulmate as you continued on your way home. Who, exactly, were they? What did they look like? Would they have liked you? Of course they would have liked you, right? That’s what all the stories of meeting your soulmate are like.

As you allowed your mind to drift, you lost touch with your surroundings, going through the motions without much thought. That’s why you barely registered when someone yelled out behind you.

“Wait! The light’s green!”

You weren’t quite sure what was happening until you heard a car horn. It was loud, and it thoroughly jolted you from your daze and back into reality. Only, when you realized what was happening, you immediately wished you could go back to daydreaming.

So it was your death day today, huh?

As the car hurdled towards you at a seemingly blinding speed, you knew you wouldn’t have enough time to move. Your feet felt like they had lead blocks tied to the bottom of them, and you stood frozen in the middle of the crosswalk, staring at the bumper of the car.

A pair of hands shoved into you, causing you to stumble a few steps and lose your footing. You went sprawling onto the concrete, your groceries and goods tumbling out of their plastic homes. You felt sore, and knew that at least your knees and forearms had some road rash on them, but that wasn’t your main focus. Someone had pushed you out of the way, and when you sat up and turned to face the intersection, someone was sprawled out in the road.

A pit opened up in your stomach as your brain caught up to the situation at hand, and you quickly got to your feet, sprinting to the man lying in the road despite your protesting limbs.

Bystanders stood on the sidewalk, watching with looks of horror, shock, and even mild annoyance. Nobody moved to help the man in the road but you.

You knelt beside him, checking over his body. The scent of blood invaded your nostrils, a sickening metallic scent that made you want to vomit. The red was pooling underneath his head, growing larger by the second. He looked absolutely wrecked, his clothing ripped in places and bruises already sprouting on what skin was exposed.

“Someone call an ambulance!” You screamed, hands hovering over his body in an attempt to figure out how to help the man lying in front of you.

A few people responded, pulling out their phones. Some others came out to join you in trying to help him.

When a shaky hand rested on your thigh, you jumped, startled by the pressure, but quickly realized it was his hand and took it in yours. It was warm and slightly rough, and he squeezed you gently.

“Sir? Sir, we are calling an ambulance right now! Hang in there!” The wail of sirens could be heard in the distance, but you ignored them as the man started to speak.

“Are… you okay?”

You wanted to laugh out loud at the ridiculous words coming from his mouth. Were you okay?  You? “I’m fine, I swear. Just a bit scraped. Please hang in there!”

“What is his date? Is today his date?” Someone called out, and a man knelt in front of you, quickly picking up his left arm and inspecting his inner wrist.

“It’s not today, but his soulmate’s date may be today.” Your stomach plummeted. You had today’s date printed on your wrist.

While his wrist was still exposed, you caught a glimpse of the initials on his skin, and nearly sobbed out.

Your initials were written on his wrist.

Your mind frantically tried to piece together the information it had been given, and one conclusion came to mind: Today wasn’t your date, it was his. He was your soulmate.

You felt numb at this realization, and as the sirens’ wails grew to a deafening roar, you took time to take in his face.

He was handsome, with silvery white dyed hair with pink tips. His eyes were fluttering open and shut, but you thought you could make you mint colored eyes. He was lean, and dressed in a now stained white button-up shirt and black slacks.

This man was your soulmate.

You leaned closer to him and took his cheeks into your palms, your hands sweaty and shaking horribly. His eyes slowly opened and, with some effort, focused on you. “Sir, what is your name? My name is MC.”

A group of paramedics came up behind you, ordering everyone away, but you ignored them, waiting for his response with a heavy heart.

A sad smile spread on his face, and his hand twitched upwards, as if he wanted to reach for you. “S.. aeran…Choi…  you’re my… soulmate, right?” His breathing was labored, and he gasped out, eyes going cloudy and dulling as he shuddered out a last breath.

Someone’s hands clamped down on your shoulder and hauled you away, firing questions at you, but your eyes remained on Saeran’s body in the road. Paramedics kept swarming him, but every now and then, you caught a glimpse of him. A hand, his torso, his hair. His initials were inked into your skin, and he died today. You hadn’t even met him before this, and you lost him already, all because you were daydreaming.

His last words echoed through your mind, even after you returned home later that night. “You’re my… soulmate, right?”

When you looked at your wrist, shock flooded you as you found it bare of the date and initials, further proof that you lost him today.

For the first and last time in your life, you wept for your soulmate.

[marveloussupernerd]

Soulmate AU ABC Requests!

NSFW alphabet is outdated. Soulmate alphabet is where it’s at. Feel free to request a soulmate AU for any character x reader or character x character ship! A lot of these are inspired by @nialls-flute

A - Aging. You stop aging at 18 until you find your soulmate

B - body art. Anything you draw on yourself shows up on your soulmate

C - color. You only see black and white until you meet your soulmate

D - damage. Any bruises or harm you get your soulmate gets as well (no self-harm requests please!)

E - emotions. You can feel your soulmate’s emotions

F - first words. The first words your soulmate says to you are printed somewhere on your skin

G - grades. You get a book all about your soulmate and have to take a test where you’re quizzed on their likes, dislikes, etc. You can’t meet them until you both get an A

H - hearing. You cannot hear anything until you meet your soulmate.

I - imagination. You can talk to your soulmate in your thoughts

J - January 1st. Once you turn 18, you keep reliving January 1st until you finally meet your soulmate. Older soulmates have been stuck in the January 1st loop for years

K - keys and locks. Everyone is given a key or a lock when they’re born. When they get within range of their soulmate, the keys and locks attract to each other until they click together

L - last words. The last words your soulmate says to you are written on your skin, so you won’t know they’re your soulmate until they’re gone

M - marks. You have a black Mark on you where your soulmate first touches you. It disappears when you finally touch

N - numbers. Every day you and your soulmate pick a number between 1 and 1000. Once you get it right you can meet

O - options. Your soulmate gets prompted to make decisions for you

P - passing senses. Only you or your soulmate can have each sense for a day. For example, you can request to have eyesight, but they might take away your sense of taste for the day

Q - quizzes. In high school you take a very specific quiz about yourself, your hobbies, etc. and your results match you with your soulmate

R - red string. Red string ties you to your soulmate until you meet them, but it’s only so long, so sometimes you have to go a certain way because your soulmate “pulls you”

S - songs. Any song your soulmate sings will be stuck in your head all day

T - timers. You have a timer on your wrist that counts down to when you’ll meet your soulmate

U - United. When you first meet your soulmate, you get handcuffed to each other for a day.

V - virtual reality. You and your soulmate have to play through a VR game together as teammates and cannot learn each other’s true identities until you win

W - writer’s choice

X - free space, make your own!

Y - yellow. You can only see the color that matches with your soulmate’s mood until you finally meet (when they’re happy, you only see yellow, sad you only see blue)

Z - zzz. You meet your soulmate every night in your dreams until you finally meet them in person. Challenging because you can’t always remember your dreams