#nct soulmates au

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Nsfw text with jisung when other members think he's innocent but actually he knows so much more when he's with you 🤪🤪

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pt 2

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my soul connects to yours

pairing : stranger!haechan x gn!reader

genre (?) : red string of fate, strangers to lovers

summary : in the world you live in, seeing soulmates together are as common as riding a bike, be it platonic soulmates, or romantic. but finding your own is unfortunately not as easy. so by fate, when you pass a certain boy and realise who you were destined to be with, both of you decide to try it out

a/n : definitely very ooc for haechan but lets not talk about that and this might not be the best because the only true experience i have in writing is essays for school (💪🏻) so please bare with me

mc’s name is jisoo (can be unisex. ie, jisoo from bp and jisoo/joshua from svt) for convenience but feel free to change it!

word count: 952

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the start of december, the most worrying yet also least worrying time of the year mainly for the reason that you’re not sure if you’re ever going to bump into your soulmate, all your friends have found theirs, so why couldn’t you? and as easy as you wish it’d be to find them, maybe following the bright red string that’s always glowing on your pinkie finger that only you can see, it hasn’t worked before and will probably never work.

you sigh, walking the streets of Seoul, Korea with heavily layered clothing for the winter season, the buildings were vibrant and beautiful yet all you felt was a gloomy grey.

it wasn’t as if you were desperate for love or a hopeless romantic, but seeing your friends so content with their soulmates has made you yearn for a love like theirs. a requited, never ending love between two chosen by the stars.

“oh! sorry, i wasn’t paying attention where i was going.” a voice piped up after crashing into you causing you both to fall back on the pavement. “i swear i’m not this clumsy usually.” he stood up, brushes himself off and offered a hand out to you, waiting to see if you’ll take it.

“it’s no problem,” you say with a small smile, a fall definitely kicked you out of your little three minute quarter-life crisis. though, you couldn’t help but notice something on his hand as you took it and pulled yourself up. a string. connecting right to your pinkie finger from his.

it seemed the man noticed too, as a sudden introduction coming from him the second you got back up on your feet. “name’s Lee Donghyuck, it’s a pleasure to meet you, my soulmate.” he playfully does a princely bow, though, you assumed it was probably just an act for peak first impressions.

“the pleasures all mine,” you bow/curtsy playfully right back after picking up your bag from the floor and brushing yourself off. “i’m Park Jisoo”

this man, Donghyuck, was his name? was complete eye candy to look at. his fluffy brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes pulled you in, maybe because he was your destined lover was why you looked at him in such a light, but never did you think someone you’d just met be so pretty to look at.

“you’re staring, soulmate, am i that handsome?” he teases, running his hand through his hair as if to try to make himself more attractive in your view, and you couldn’t deny its effect.

“not at all, soulmate, i was just zoning out” even his clothes seemed to perfectly match him. with a black shirt over his warm brown hoodie that accentuates his hair and eyes.

“i’m sure” he rolls his eyes, clearly not believing your bluff. “anyways, do you wanna go get ice cream? i’m sure you wouldn’t trust me enough to head to my place” Donghyuck said with a comforting smile, rubbing the back of his head.

you hit the jackpot.

not only was he a complete treat to look at, he was respectful too? you probably could’ve figured it out before he offered the ice cream, which always tastes better in cold whether, you figured out, but to have him acknowledge that you wouldn’t be comfortable enough to follow him to his home was really what sold you.

“yeah, let’s go”

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

by the time the two of you reached the ice cream store, it was already so close to closing you two might as well have been the last customers for the day. but the cashier showed no signs of fatigue and hurriedly went to scoop up the ice cream.

“thank you” you say to the cashier girl, and just as you were about to pay, Donghyuck holds your hand to stop you.

“i’ll pay, i was the one who offered, after all” he holds out his credit card and deets (real word; trust 💪🏻) it, paying for the ice cream. he waves goodbye to the cashier girl and leads you to a playground. usually this playground would be chalk filled with kids playing around, but in the cold winter, almost no one comes here anymore.

“you know, i never thought i’d meet my soulmate, especially a soulmate who’s a looker” he says, sitting down on a bench and looking up to the sky, seeing the starry night sky and beautiful moon. “you seem pretty nice too, though maybe i don’t know enough about you to say that yet”

you nod, sitting down next to him as you listened to what he said. “i hope i’m a nice person in other people’s eyes, but i just know you’re one.” everything he’s done so far, offering ice cream, paying for it, hell, even just knowing you wouldn’t want to go to his place, was enough to tell that he was a nice person. “i scored a home-run”

“and you’re a looker too,” you say, a small smile on your face. “pretty boy, through and through”

Donghyuck chuckles and god how you hoped you’d get to hear that sound for the rest of your life. he smiles warmly, a stark contrast to the weather you both were currently sitting in. “i like you, many people don’t compliment others so easily” he moved in a little closer, but far enough for you to not feel like he’s invading your personal space.

“this could work really well for us, right? this soulmate stuff”

“yeah, i think so”

and with that, the rest of the night was filled with talks and laughter as you got to know each other, as the stars and moon watched from above with calm smiles on their faces, knowing the fates have made another excellent pair that day.

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(the amt of commas in this should be a crime)

not proofread at all so sorry if it’s bad or i messed up with pronouns (pls tell me if i did 🙏)

have a good day guys!

[nominzn]

destino jaemin

não há nada tão misterioso, místico e maravilhoso quanto o tempo. este tem suas artimanhas, suas invenções e conexões inexplicáveis que levaram você até jaemin.

notas! esse pedido foi feito pela minha bebê, @jaemingold. é inspirado em duas músicas: monalisa, do djavan e invisible string, da taylor swift. se você curte ler com música, recomendo essa (especialmente no momento "o dia"). é uma bobeirinha bem fofa, espero que gostem.

jaemin x leitora soulmate!au; akai-ito (cor diferente no fio); 3.3k !não foi revisado!

Dois anos antes

Numa das mesas vazias da sorveteria perto do parque também vazio está a menina cuja qual se prepara para o último ano de escola. 

O recesso de inverno é sua parte favorita do ano, a paz que a paisagem alva enfeitada de pequenas luzes douradas ou coloridas exala lhe é muito cara. Este é o período no qual escolhe recintos aleatórios para passear, sempre acompanhada de si mesma e um livro na bolsa. 

Decide-se a cada dia por lugares onde é costume ir no verão, assim, acaba sendo a única freguesa muitas vezes. A melhor parte, caso lhe perguntem. Por isso, a sorveteria Frigidarium te atraiu. Ao entrar no ambiente aquecido e ver apenas os funcionários, suspirou de alívio. Bingo.

— Boa tarde, senhorita. Obrigado por nos escolher, fique à vontade para escolher uma mesa. Irei até você. — o homem atrás do balcão cumprimenta com educação, mas parece nervoso e atrapalhado.

Um aceno de cabeça e um obrigada sussurrado foi o suficiente. Após achar conforto em um dos cantos, retomou a leitura que tinha iniciado no metrô. 

— Você é uma das minhas, sorvete é até no frio. Quais sabores vamos querer hoje? — ele já está com a caneta a postos.

— Eu amo sorvete! — sorri como uma criança feliz. — Pistache, chocolate belga e baunilha, por favor.

— Que combinação, hein? — o senhor ri com vontade, mas logo interrompe o riso com um estalo nos lábios. — O menino que me ajuda está super atrasado hoje, mil perdões pela bagunça.

Não tinha reparado, porém não era tanta assim. A agitação do homem vem de dentro, observa. 

As horas passam como as horas num dia de inverno deveriam passar, lentas o suficiente para render bem o dia. Terminou bem uns três capítulos e mais quatro sabores de sorvete antes de decidir que era hora de partir, teria uma jornada muito mais gélida de volta deixasse o Sol se pôr.

Preocupado, o homem aperta o casaco grosso contra o corpo enquanto percorre a área com os olhos pela enésima vez à procura de Jaemin. O moleque nunca se atrasa assim! Pelo contrário, é pontual, responsável, simpático. O que será que aconteceu?

Para o alívio do coração frágil do mais velho, uma figura apressada aproxima-se ao longe. É, finalmente, Jaemin, depois de ter ficado preso limpando a escola às ordens da professora mais malvada que já existiu na face da Terra. 

Ao passo que Na alcança a esquina, você deixa a sorveteria e despede-se, agradecendo a atenção do atendente caridoso. Assim que vira de costas para caminhar, o menino chega na frente do senhor, repousando as mãos nos próprios joelhos e revela a respiração ofegante pela corrida extensa. 

— Perdão, senhor. — Jaemin pede entre os suspiros. Retoma a postura ereta, as mãos apertam os ossos do quadril. — Tenho um motivo, juro.

— Ah, garoto! Não me assusta mais assim. 

Um ano antes

Jaemin nunca imaginou que seria a pessoa a sair de casa para estudar em outra cidade, parecia um sonho distante. Na verdade, não tinha passado por sua cabeça viver longe da família, não seria capaz. Cuidar de sua mãe e seus dois irmãos mais novos tinha tanto gosto de felicidade que não pensava em abrir mão disso, até que recebeu a carta de admissão de uma faculdade que nunca tinha aplicado. 

Obviamente foi uma tentação. Aquilo perturbou tanto a cabeça do jovem que o fazia acordar todas madrugadas para encarar cada palavra digitada naquele simples convite. As letras pareciam brilhar algumas vezes, um tom dourado que ele sempre justificava como imaginação fértil. 

Decidiu ir após um dia longo no trabalho, não poderia estacionar a vida por ali. Decisão tomada, as dores de cabeça e letras douradas sumiram, mas a sensação de estar sendo puxado para o que parecia certo crescia ao passo que o dia da viagem chegava. 

Primeira vez que viajou de avião sozinho, primeira vez pegando um táxi sozinho, primeira vez carregando todas as suas coisas em malas que lhe foram doadas, primeira vez que teria uma oportunidade de conhecer a si próprio, pensar apenas em si. 

O motorista do táxi sentiu compaixão pelo jovem menino e o ajudou a carregar todas as malas, o carro ficou lotado. Jaemin sentou-se no banco da frente para facilitar o transporte, e ainda assim, o espaço em seu colo estava sendo aproveitado também. 

— Você é tão jovem, parece minha enteada… minha filha. — diz o motorista, tentando oferecer uma conversa amigável ao garoto visivelmente assustado. — Veio para a faculdade? 

Jaemin suspira e solta um risinho para ser educado, o medo mal permite que ele interaja. 

— Sim, sim. Vim estudar música, senhor. Composição, na verdade.

O senhor exclama em animação, como se a maior coincidência tivesse acabado de ser revelada.

— Minha filhota também! Em qual faculdade? 

— Instituto SAE, senhor.

— Ah… — declara um pouco decepcionado. — Ela vai estudar na Academia JAM. 

— Meu amigo Renjun também! Talvez um dia a gente se conheça… 

— Espero que sim, rapaz. Ela seria uma boa amiga pra você, sabe? Nós nos mudamos recentemente para não deixá-la sozinha aqui, e agora estou trabalhando mais enquanto não encontro outra coisa melhor. Ela não queria, disse que não queria mais dar trabalho, mas a gente insistiu. Menina de ouro. 

Um breve silêncio paira no ar, Jaemin não sabe o que responder, só consegue pensar que sua vida está começando agora. Ele precisa ser responsável pelas próprias decisões daqui para frente, tudo depende dele somente. Não é como se sua família o tivesse abandonado, pelo contrário, dão todo apoio do mundo aos seus sonhos. Porém a distância… 

— Por falar nela… — o motorista interrompe os pensamentos do garoto e aperta o dispositivo à sua frente para atender a ligação. Por causa do bluetooth, Jaemin também faz parte da conversa. — Oi, filha! Tô com um passageiro, seja rápida. 

— Oi, papai. 

No exato instante que sua voz preenche o carro, a tontura e preocupação do mais novo cessam, sente uma calmaria acalentar o peito. Em volta de seus olhos há certa cintilância, o que ele pensa ser vertigem. 

— Cheguei no dormitório agora pouco, minha colega de quarto foi super simpática. Uma veterana de piano, fiquei tão feliz. 

O brilho aumenta conforme sua fala se estende. Jaemin pensa estar passando mal, procura alguma razão em volta de si que explique o as partículas douradas flutuando sobre sua visão. Sem justificativa, a confusão contorce suas expressões ao perceber que, ao fim da ligação, também se vão as poeiras brilhosas. Estranho. 

Vez ou outra esse pó mágico, como Jaemin apelidou quando criança, se apresentava em situações aleatórias. Na infância tudo é mágico, porém à medida que amadurecia, ficava mais difícil acreditar — e entender — do que aquilo se tratava. Quanto mais raras tornavam-se as aparições, menos pensava nisso. E assim pretende continuar. 

5 meses antes 

Se pudesse voltar no tempo, diria a si própria para não confiar no cara mais desejado do campus. Óbvio que todo esse papinho de estar apaixonado era mentira, de escrever músicas de amor (foram todas recicladas, por sinal), de prometer ser sempre seu… Tudo. Mentira. Como caiu na lábia dele? 

Sabe bem. Era só Doyoung pegar o violão que tudo parecia certo, sua tática de sedução infalível. O que ele falasse ao tocar qualquer acorde, olhando nos seus olhos, viraria voto secreto. 

Bem, os olhos outrora hipnotizados por toda beleza do homem, hoje se abriram. Numa das festas de um famoso quem popular do campus, pegou seu situação fiel no meio de uma pegação bem intensa com outras duas calouras. 

Não permitiu que ele chegasse até você, foi rápida ao se esconder entre as pessoas. Doyoung também não insistiu muito, não valia a pena. 

Mesmo com vontade de chorar, engole as lágrimas junto com uma mistura poderosa num canto qualquer. Pouco distante dali, na sala, estão Renjun e Jaemin, haviam chegado há pouco, quando o primeiro decide procurar pelo banheiro. 

— Eu já volto, não sai daqui. 

Jaemin revira os olhos. Até parece que encararia essa avalanche de gente sozinho, obviamente esperaria o amigo no mesmo lugar. 

Renjun se espreme entre os espacinhos que sobram para a passagem, bufando ao levar esbarrões que o atrapalham de tomar a direção que procura. Na verdade, já não reconhece mais em que parte da casa está. Fica na ponta dos pés para se localizar, batendo os olhos diretamente em você. O sorriso que estica os lábios se desfaz ao notar o olhar perdido, a expressão decepcionada e copos vazios por perto, além do meio cheio que está em uma das mãos. Boa coisa não pode ser. 

— Junnie! Oi! — a voz esganiçada denuncia o estado no qual o álcool te deixou, nunca o cumprimenta assim sóbria. — O que você tá fazendo aqui? 

— Que bom te ver também, coisinha. — implica, refrescando o paladar com o seu drink. — Qual foi dessa cara de bunda, hein? 

Inúmeras possibilidades de resposta passaram pela cabeça de Renjun, menos a sua reação de fato. Parece que a pergunta era a gota que faltava para que você quebrasse, não é capaz de conter as lágrimas. Vergonha, decepção, humilhação, todos os motivos se combinaram. Cobrindo a face com as mãos, se permite botar para fora por uns minutos. 

— Vou pra casa, Jun. Desculpa tomar seu tempo assim. 

Por mais dramática que a bebida te fizesse, desta vez realmente se sente culpada de ter dado um banho de água fria na diversão do amigo. 

— Eu levo você. 

— Não! 

Ele leva um susto com a sua rispidez, até afasta o braço que estava prestes a entrelaçar-se ao seu. 

— Não precisa, Jun. Aproveita a festa, é sério. 

— Para com isso. Te levo e volto, o máximo que vai acontecer é eu nunca mais ver esse dinheiro do uber, e… — você o belisca para retrucar a brincadeira, ele ri. — talvez o Jaemin fique meio puto. 

— Jaemin? Quer ir procurá-lo? 

— Deixa ele aí rapidinho, a gente não vai demorar. O seu dormitório não fica tão longe. — finalmente engata os braços, já direcionando os dois para fora do caos. 

— Renjun, eu posso ir a pé. Dez minutinhos não é muita coisa. 

— Exatamente, por isso mesmo, não é nada, eu já vou voltar. Fora que ir a pé agora é sinistrinho, não posso deixar.

Os dois se dirigem para fora sem que Jaemin veja, apesar de Renjun tê-lo procurado pro alto. Realmente não sente tanta falta do amigo assim, acaba encontrando dois colegas de sala por coincidência e não demorou muito para que ele retornasse. 

Esta foi a última vez que um quase separou você de Jaemin. 

Um dia antes 

Renjun espera Jaemin chegar em casa pulando um pouco de frio pela brisa surpreendentemente gélida esta noite. A jaqueta e a calça jeans não estão dando conta do frio, e o garoto reza para que o amigo chegue logo. Suas preces foram atendidas rapidamente, pois a figura forte do garoto se aproxima da porta de casa com um olhar curioso e um sorriso no rosto. 

— Tá com saudade de mim, Junjun? — ele provoca, causando um revirar de olhos no outro. 

— Abre logo essa porta, tá frio pra caralho. 

Entrando no apartamento quentinho, Renjun suspira de alívio e se joga no sofá na primeira oportunidade que tem enquanto Jaemin larga as sacolas de mercado na mesa da cozinha. 

— Ao que devo a visita? — Jaemin indaga ao retornar para a sala e fazer companhia ao amigo. 

— Amanhã você tem compromisso? 

Na parece pensar, e logo sacode a cabeça negativamente. 

— Ótimo. Minha amiga vai se apresentar e você vai no recital comigo. Não reclama, eu já comprei seu ingresso. 

— Eu nem disse nada. — ele lança uma das almofadas bem no abdômen do amigo. — Tá bom, ué. Se é pra ir, eu vou. Ela toca o quê? 

— Piano. 

— Ihhh, qual foi esse sorrisinho? Você gosta dela? 

O silêncio sepulcral segue a cara de horror de Renjun.

— Não?! 

— Sei… — faz uma expressão desconfiada só de sacanagem. 

— Definitivamente não, para de graça. — ele suspira, não querendo dá-lo o gostinho de cair em suas provocações. — Enfim. Amanhã às sete da noite, a gente se encontra no Centro e pede um uber, pode ser? 

Jaemin concorda, e eles seguem conversando sobre qualquer coisa. Ele concorda sem saber que absolutamente tudo faria sentido a partir daquele encontro. 

O dia

Apesar do trânsito caótico da cidade, chegaram com antecedência ao evento e, uau, está lotado. O burburinho toma conta do teatro enquanto os dois procuram o lugar privilegiado que Renjun havia conseguido, onde a acústica favorece e a visão não deixa a desejar.

De repente, após já sentados, o silêncio é pedido e atendido imediatamente. O primeiro solista entra sob aplausos contidos e inicia sua apresentação belíssima, Jaemin parece vidrado. Vez ou outra sentia choques de realidade do porque amar tanto música, e este momento se classifica assim. O violoncelo é um de seus instrumentos favoritos, por isso se deixa tocar pelas notas tão únicas e refinadas, quase não percebe quando termina o número. 

— Ela já é a segunda. — Renjun sussurra com discrição, acordando o amigo de seu transe. 

Os holds já haviam trazido o instrumento pesado até o palco quando Jaemin abre os olhos novamente. Na coxia, você respira fundo algumas vezes e dá os primeiros passos em direção ao banco com graciosidade, os aplausos estão abafados aos seus ouvidos. 

A quietude preenche o recinto outra vez ao passo que um zumbido perturba seus pensamentos, mas logo se vai ao pressionar as primeiras teclas com os dedos trêmulos. Renjun sorri em apreciação, orgulhoso da sua primeira composição sendo mostrada ao mundo. No entanto, Jaemin não sorri. 

Tudo que consegue ver é você, rodeada daquela mesma poeira dourada que ele conhece. Só que agora, há uma quantidade extravagante dela. Ele tampa a boca em formato de O, mas sua mão também está brilhando. Será que todos podem ver? 

Ele procura algum sinal em volta e não encontra nada. Fitando os próprios dedos, ele vê que há um fio reluzente amarrado no mindinho, que se estende de cadeira em cadeira, sobe ao palco e… Ele só pode estar ficando maluco. 

O outro lado do fio está atrelado ao seu mindinho. 

A sua mente gira. O que é toda essa luz? Mal consegue enxergar as teclas de tanto dourado, suas digitais também parecem estar sendo puxadas para fora do palco, especialmente onde está o nó brilhante. A ansiedade de errar na frente de tantas pessoas desregula a sua respiração por uns segundos, até que você fecha os olhos e confia na própria memória. Por trás das pálpebras vê um sorriso desconhecido que acalenta o desespero, e sem perceber, imita o gesto. Assim, nem parece mais você a tocar o piano. A melodia sai tão naturalmente e leve que nem sente esforço nenhum sendo feito. 

A melodia cessa, e as luzes se vão também, os aplausos e as exclamações de “bravo!” assustam você e Jaemin, os trazendo de volta para a realidade. Para ele, tinha acabado ali, só conseguia pensar em você nas outras três apresentações. Ao final, Renjun tira da mochila um pequeno arranjo de flores que havia guardado com cuidado e convida Jaemin para seguí-lo até o corredor, onde você estaria. 

Ao ver Renjun, seu sorriso nervoso se torna um sincero, e vocês se abraçam em celebração. Ele te entrega o singelo mimo com alegria, rasgando elogios sem fim. 

— No meio da música, parecia que você tinha se desligado completamente e só existia o piano. Foi lindo, lindo, lindo. 

— Obrigada, Jun. Eu realmente me desconectei, não sei… foi estranho, mas tão bom. — você confessa animada, notando uma segunda presença por perto. 

Hipnotizado é pouco. Jaemin está encantando, vidrado, nervoso, completamente focado no seu rosto, nos seus trejeitos. Chega a ser esquisita a forma que ele está se comportando. 

— Ah! Esse é o famoso Jaemin. Jaemin essa é a… irmão, acorda! 

Jaemin chacoalha a cabeça, completamente desconcertado. 

— Eu tava, hm, é… distraído. — limpa a garganta e estende a mão para você. — Prazer, viu? 

No aperto de mãos, você nota certa dormência em volta do dedo mindinho e, obviamente, ele também. Não só isso, ao reparar mais detalhes do rosto do menino, você confirma que o sorriso que vira durante a apresentação pertencia a ele. 

Isso só pode ser loucura, não é? 

Parecia cada vez mais real. 

Mesmo tendo decidido seguir suas vidas, a curiosidade não findava. Especialmente depois de uma série de encontros aleatórios, quase diários. 

Uma vez na esquina do trabalho, trombou com Jaemin, e a dormência nos dedos apareceu de novo. 

Depois no metrô, entraram ao mesmo tempo, um de cada lado, e quase caíram um em cima do outro. 

Outra vez foi em um domingo ensolarado, se encontraram no mercado comprando exatamente os mesmos sabores de sorvete, pistache, chocolate belga e baunilha. 

Era sempre meio estranho, risinhos simpáticos para disfarçar aquela vontade absurda de perguntar se o outro tinha sentido e visto as mesmas coisas. Aquela saudade inexplicável na hora de se despedir, quando algo dentro de si pedia aos berros para que ficassem. 

As coincidências ficaram insuportáveis, e Jaemin decidiu tomar uma atitude e testar sua teoria. Ele calmamente passeia pelo parque mais vazio e distante do Centro da cidade, escolhendo um dos bancos de madeira pintados de verde para sentar-se. Se você aparecesse ali, realmente seria um sinal, e não poderiam mais ficar quietos sobre o que vinha acontecendo. 

Impressionado, aliviado, mas pouco surpreso, o garoto sorri ao te reconhecer de longe. Você está ouvindo música, dançando pelo caminho e se aproximando devagar. É costume seu vir ao parque quando precisa espairecer sem ser incomodada. 

Jaemin se levanta e te espera chegar, ainda não tinha sido visto. As mãos enterradas no bolso da calça entregam o nervosismo, o estômago está revirado de borboletas.

Ao avistá-lo ali, seus pés travam, porém não consegue esconder o sorriso. Era o sinal que havia pedido ontem à noite, antes de dormir. Você se aproxima cheia da coragem que havia se permitido sentir e o abraça forte, tão forte que ele se perde por alguns momentos. Os braços fortes, no entanto, envolvem sua cintura com uma intimidade familiar, apesar de ser a primeira vez que se tocam assim. 

Jaemin é o primeiro a se afastar, bem pouco, deixando que os rostos se admirem bem de perto. Ele ajeita seus cabelos e você acaricia as bochechas macias dele com certa devoção. 

— Eu preciso fazer uma coisa. — sussurra como um pedido, encarando seus lábios e depois seus olhos. 

Você assente, novamente tímida, mas se entrega, cerra as pálpebras e espera a próxima ação do garoto. Com delicadeza, ele repousa os lábios sobre os seus e inicia um beijo doce, lento, repleto de carinho. 

Ao mesmo tempo, como uma miragem, vocês se veem crianças, correndo numa pracinha da cidade natal. Na sua cintura e na dele, o fio dourado se estica e se contrai conforme os movimentos da corrida entre os vários brinquedos. 

A cena não se demora, avançando no tempo. No mesmo ponto de ônibus para ir à escola, você e Jaemin quase se cruzavam todos os dias. Um subia no transporte, o outro chegava. E, mais outra vez, o fio os atrelava, como uma promessa. 

Depois, as cenas ficaram mais recentes. Jaemin era o menino atrasado na sorveteria e também o qual seu padrasto não parava de tagarelar sobre, você descobre. No dia da festa na qual descobriu a traição de Doyoung, no meio de toda aquela gente, o fio reluzente continuava a conectar vocês dois até que, finalmente, se viram pela primeira vez e chegaram até aqui. 

— Você também viu? — você pergunta baixinho, separando o beijo com alguns selinhos. 

— Vi. Demorei a vida toda pra te ter. — ele ri, sem acreditar que esse tipo de coisa é real. Depois de tanto tempo achando que tinha tomado decisões erradas, ele percebe que tudo colaborou para que vocês dois se encontrassem. 

— Eu nunca mais vou te deixar. — sua promessa remenda todas as mágoas e dúvidas no coração de Jaemin, que te toma nos braços de novo. 

Desde sempre, e para sempre, conectados para que se achassem, se cuidassem e amassem. Muitas vezes os dois se questionaram sobre o amor, sobre as circunstâncias de tantas mudanças, porém tudo passou a fazer sentido por causa do outro, e nunca permitiriam que isso escapasse.

[k-femdove]

First Love: Prologue || H.RJ

pairing :: sub!renjun x afab!reader (+ a hint of chenle x reader but not really)

warnings :: first love au, sexual banter (it’s just chenle moaning as a joke), light profanity

word count :: 1k | not beta read

sypnosis :: In a world where your family can see who their first love is going to be, you are unable to love anyone until you end up with that person. Not a big deal, right? The only problem is that your first love is moving and you only have a week to make him fall in love. 

or; my take on the soulmate au

playlist link here! or listen to ‘fall for you’ by sarah kang

prologue

First loves have always been essential to romantic classics. Some weren’t concerned- marrying your first love was rare. To others, there was nothing more special.

Not to sound corny, but you were different. With romance, you stand out from the crowd. It was something straight out of fanfiction.

You could tell when you met your first love. It was an indescribable feeling. A small heart would appear on your wrist and theirs, which they rarely noticed.

The ability came with a couple of drawbacks. There was no avoiding the relationship. Fate would bring the two of you together.

However, this never guaranteed a good relationship. If you were being honest, the so-called talent wasn’t very beneficial. In reality, not one person in your family stayed with their first love. That was another downfall to the ability; you weren’t supposed to stay together, which was different from having a soulmate. The moment fate changed, their heart would turn into a mole.

Most of your family had their experience when in their teens, the perfect age of experimentation. Then there’s you come in.

Here you were, 22 and loveless, but you didn’t worry about it. You lived an ordinary life.

After years without a lover, you began to believe that this whole “first love” thing wasn’t true. Besides, it’s not like your life was a cheesy romance drama. A gift like that seemed nothing short of preposterous.

Startled by a sudden loud noise, your thoughts had been disturbed. You turned and saw your friend, frozen in shock, standing above a pile of shattered glass.

“Jesus christ, Chenle.” You breathed out, looking around the cafe. “You’re lucky that there’s no one in here right now. I’m surprised that you’re not fired yet.”

Chenle rolled his eyes and went to grab a broom. “Whatever, y/n. You know you love me.” He said with a smirk.

You laughed at his antics. What he said was true. No matter how stupid Chenle acted, he was still your best friend.

After Chenle nearly slipped on the glass, he shot you a dirty look.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?” He asked, beckoning you over.

While the two of you cleaned, it was only natural for a conversation to start up. It started slowly at first, but eventually, your family came up.

“Say, y/n, have you fallen in love yet?” He questioned teasingly. You narrowed your eyes, ready to respond, but he cut you off. “Yeah, yeah. You’ll know when you see them.”

You pushed him playfully, resulting in an exaggerated whine.

“What about you, lover boy?” You inquired with a sly smile. “What about your roommate? The one that’s moving out next week?”

“Oh, Renjun?” He responded, scrunching his nose.

“That’s the one. When do I get to meet him?”

Chenle was about to deny your requests, but paused in reconsideration.

“Actually,” he started, “He’s stopping by soon.”

Surprised, you looked at Chenle. “Oh, for real? Have fun with that.”

Annoyed, he sighed. “You can have him. He’s cute and all, but so not my type.”

“And what makes you think he’s mine?” You asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a seat.

“Dude, I dunno-“

The bell rang as the cafe door opened, and a cold gust of wind blew into the cafe.

That’s when he walked in. The prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. It wasn’t love at first sight, but something close to that. The boy had soft brown hair and dark eyes that sparkled in the light. His bangs lay lightly against his forehead and down to his eyes. He wore a little fur hat and a small smile that pulled you in. His cheeks were pink from the cold weather.

The rest of the interaction went by quickly. You watched as the boy hugged Chenle before making his way over to you. As soon as you locked eyes with him, you felt a strange wave of warmth wash over you. Your fingers grew numb and your wrist began to burn.

“So you’re y/n? I’m Renjun, Chenle’s roommate.”

The rest of the meeting went by quickly. You exchanged a couple of words, and then he was gone. As soon as the door closed, you turned to Chenle, your eyes wide.

“That’s him.” You gasped.

“What?” Chenle asked, confused.

“He’s the one.” You said.

“Y/n, what are you talking about?” Chenle began, but then looked into your eyes and down at your wrist. “No fucking way.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight. There’s a heart permanently tattooed on your wrist because you saw some dude that just so happens to be my roommate that’s literally about to move away. Now you have to date him before he’s gone or else nothing in your love life will work out until years later when you run into him, but you’ll never actually end up with him so your heart is broken either way? And it’s gonna crush you so your love life will suck anyways because fate will make you fall in love with him even though you aren’t in love with him now? And it’s not supposed to be a big deal?”

You thought about it before saying, “well when you say it like that… I don't really know what to do.”

“Why don’t you just seduce him or something?” Chenle suggested, walking over to you. “Try pinning him against the couch.”

“That’s cheesy as hell.” You said, crossing your arms.

“So? Renjun’s never dated someone before. He probably loves that kind of shit.’’

You rolled your eyes and pinned Chenle down, his head hitting the cushion.

“Have you fallen for me yet?” You asked jokingly.

He laughed before putting on his best Renjun impression.

“Oh god y/n,” he moaned as you snickered, “you’re soooooo hot.”

You heard someone walk into the living room, and you and Chenle jerked your heads towards the intruder.

Renjun’s eyes widened, and already red ears grew even redder. He was already concerned when he heard the moan, and now his fears had been confirmed.

“I- uh- you guys can continue what you were doing.” Renjun stuttered before running back to wherever he came from. You head the front door slam shut. 

You looked down at Chenle's just as shocked face before slowly getting off of him. He got up and the two of you sat in silence before Chenle finally broke the ice. 

"...I don't think it worked."

a/n: hey! i’m back ig. I had this weird idea and i just had to write it. I may complete this series before my other ones, but im not abandoning the other works! my taglist for this fic is open so don’t be afraid to ask :). 

[chvrrycola]

soulmates! au x johnny suh

you could handle the fact that your soulmate got tattoos, you had always planned on getting tattoos as well and would’ve done so already if you weren’t so broke. the thing that did annoy you though, was that whoever this person was, they clearly did not follow the hygiene advice each time they got a new one.

the sting on your skin at random times of the day as you watched little lines etch into your skin was kinda nice, definitely not painful, and reminded you that your soulmate was out there for you to find. the irritation and itching that bubbled across the area was far less pleasant, and your friends frequently asked you what was up when you had to put your weight on the wall, clutching at your arm. not only did it hurt, but it didn’t get you any closer to finding them. 

or so you thought.

then, as you were strolling up the corridor, you saw a tall guy wearing a flannel with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows chatting to one of the girls in your biochem lab. what caught your eye most, though, was the plastic wrap adorning his right forearm, redness blooming on the skin underneath. 

you walked over to the girl, not a particular friend but close enough to warrant a conversation, and gave her a look that suggested you wanted an introduction. apparently the guy picked up on this before she did, and held out his hand to you, offering you a closer look at his new ink. 

johnny (his name, apparently) noticed your interest, bending his arm to give you a clearer view. 

‘i went swimming after i got it, which maybe wasn’t the best idea, but it isn’t as bad as it looks.’

you had no idea how to tell him that you knew exactly how it had felt the second it was submerged in the chlorinated water, so you just held out your own arm to trace it, hoping your loose sleeve would fall and your identical tattoo would do the talking for you.

[intothegenshinworld]

1k event post || 1k event masterlist

Original ask: HERE

Note: Thank you so much for requesting Kaeya! Don’t really know if it’s hurt/comfort cause there’s no real ‘happy’ ending but no ‘bad’ one either. I guess both reader and Kaeya never get that full feeling of closure here. But I hope you still enjoy this!!

A few months before your 17th birthday your neighbour Draff had found your unconscious body near the lake of Springvale.

Your body had been in bad shape when he found you. 

You were covered with burn marks and there was a slash covering your right eye. Without wasting time Draff carefully brought your injured body to a healer, but unfortunately the damage had already been done. 

You lost your sight in your right eye and the burn scars would remain as well. 

Many people had been worried, not only for you, but your soulmate too.

When Draff found you there’d been no sign of fire or danger. The only reasonable explanation for you accident would be linked to your soulmate, the one you hadn’t met yet.

Whatever happened to you, it had happened to your soulmate first.

Were they an adventurer? Did someone attack them?

In all honesty, you’d be lying if you never blamed your soulmate for your scars. The burn marks weren’t big, if you dressed well they’d go unnoticed. But the scar across your right eye?

You tried to hide it, but when you used an eyepatch it only attracted more questions from strangers.  So you decided you were better off without one.

Springvale was a small place. Everyone knew your story and you’d only get stares from outsiders, people you wouldn’t speak to anyways.

And so,

after a few months of recovery,

you decided you could live with this.

The first Weinlesefest after your accident a knight similar to your own age approached you for help.

You take a moment to take in his appearance.

He was a tall young man with a lean build and a tanned complexion. He has navy-blue hair and it has a streak of lighter blue in it. There’s also a lock of hair longer than any others, falling over his shoulders and onto his chest.

As a knight, he wears the same armour as the others. He has a sword strapped to his waist, interestingly there’s a cryo vision hanging from the belt. What’s most noticeable about him is the black eyepatch covering his right eye.

Wait. Eyepatch?

Immediately you were drawn in, looking for more information. Could he be your soulmate?

But with his rolled up sleeves you got a good view of his arms.

No burn marks in sight.

Your hands move over to your own arms, ghosting over the area where your skin was scarred. And although he wasn’t your soulmate, he’d been the first person to treat you normally.

It’s a nice change of pace from the pitiful looks you received after your accident.

So, you helped him.

You drew the general layout of Springvale onto a piece of paper, and with his problem resolved – he thanked you before he left towards his destination with your map in his hands.

The following days his blob of navy blue hair stood out between the crowd.

You wanted to say you’d been surprised, but you somehow anticipated the knight showing up again.

But instead of asking for a map, he asked for help with navigating the boar areas near Springvale. As usual, the animals had sensed the harvest season and appeared to come closer and closer to civilisation.

As you circled the parts on his map (he finally got a good one) he introduced himself as Kaeya, a knight in training. He’d been tasked to help with the organisation of the festival, along with the general task of safety, including fighting off boars.

You teased him about his lack of knowledge of Mondstadt’s layout as a knight, but he shrugged it off.

“Aren’t you glad to be helping out a knight like me?”

You’d smile before rolling your eyes at him. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around, Kaeya? Knights are supposed to help civilians.”

You marked the areas with boars on his map and had suggested he’d take Draff, your neighbour and a popular hunter, with him.

Similar to last time, he’d thank you before scurrying off to his destination.

Only this time, right before he disappeared into the crowd, he’d yell out a promise. Next time he’d act like a proper knight and chat with you instead of asking for help.

You’d have a hard time hiding your smile for the rest of the day.

Before the Weinlesefest would end, you saw Kaeya again.

He had pushed through the crowds to say hi, and as promised, he chatted with you instead of asking for help and then running off again.

He asked you to join him for a drink.

“I don’t know… There are a lot of people here.”

The people in Springvale didn’t stare, but the masses from Mondstadt city coming to the Weinlesefest would.

“Oh? And here I assumed you were avoiding me for these past days. If you want we could always search a quiet place.”

“I’d like that.”

The whole evening you’d wait for Kaeya to ask you why you avoided the crowd.

He never did.

There’s a knock on your door. You don’t expect anyone but a nagging feeling in the back of your mind screams; Kaeya.

You abandon your previous task of folding your laundry and walk over to the door, and surely, the familiar blue haired Knight stood in front of you.

In the last few months it’d become a routine for Kaeya to show up at least once a week, but never like this.

His head hangs low, eyes evading yours. He doesn’t seem upset, but he doesn’t seem alright either.

When you ask him what’s wrong he seems to have trouble gathering the right words. He opens his mouth only to close it right after.

Without further questions you’d open the door wider, inviting him in.

That day would be the first time when Kaeya opened up to you. Perhaps because of your silent understanding for whatever he was going through.

You’d later find out that he’d been one of the Ragnvindr sons, and although he’d been adopted, you couldn’t imagine the pain he felt.

You had heard the news of Crepus Ragnvindr dying. It had been around the time where you got into your own accident, so you’d been in recovery when you first heard it.

Kaeya had told you he became the Cavalry Captain earlier that day. It should’ve been something to be proud of, he knows, but apparently his brother had been the Cavalry Captain before him.

When you’d ask about Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya would fall silent once again.

At first, it seemed that Kaeya took some distance from you after opening up.

You wondered if you’d pushed too much, maybe your question about his brother had been insensitive.

But alas, after a few weeks he knocked on your door once more.

In his hands had been a wine bottle, in his other he’d have chocolates.

“I thought we’d spend Valentine together.”

“Valentine?” You laugh shortly. “Are you okay with that? – Most people tend to save these days for their soulmate, whether they found them or not. You definitely seem like one of those people.”

He’d hesitate for a moment,

“You don’t have a soulmate?”

You’d joke about your soulmate ruining your life and for the first time you’d show Kaeya the scars the burn wounds left behind.

His hands would gently graze over your arms, tracing the spots you’d been carefully hiding under coats and sleeves.

For the full duration of his visit he’d talk about his new job – being the cavalry captain. And although he never apologized for the few weeks he’d been absent from your life, you understood his way of making it up to you.

Once again, his visits became a routine.

Kaeya would drop by after work. Depending on his free time to spend, it’d be a quick check-up, helping you prepare dinner, or spending the whole afternoon with you.

You’d gotten to know his favourite songs, food, colour, topics, and more.

Previously you’d felt like an outcast ever since your accident. You were unable to leave Springvale without anxiety taking over, you couldn’t do any more exploration quests, and you had started to isolate yourself without knowing you did.

Kaeya brought out the best out of you.

There was a time where you hoped he’d be your soulmate. But whoever your soulmate was, they’d be covered with the same burn marks and scars you have.

Maybe if you never had a soulmate at all you wouldn’t have these wounds.

And maybe if you didn’t have a soulmate, you’d be able to say the words ‘I love you’ to Kaeya.

He’d be the first person to take you outside of Springvale after the accident.

You’d drink a few glasses of wine before he’d walk you back home.

You now know why the staff of Angel Share seems to know him so well.

And as routine continued for a few years, the day came for Diluc Ragnvindr to return to Mondstadt again.

Kaeya showed up less often after that. He’d still send letters, saying his job was occupying him more than before, but you knew better.

He’d never told you what happened between him and his brother, but you assumed both became distant from each other after the death of their father.

You’d walk to Mondstadt alone to search for Kaeya.

Two weeks had passed since his brothers return and you hadn’t seen him since. It had been the longest time you hadn’t seen him in years.

While searching in familiar spots you walk into Angels Share, but instead of the blue haired Ragnvindr brother, you found the redheaded one.

The tavern had been busy, but you still rushed out when you made eye contact with Diluc Ragnvindr.

“I heard you met Diluc.” Kaeya smirks and you turn your head away.

“Hmm. Not exactly what happened.” You roll your eyes. “I ran away when I first made eye contact with him. I doubt that counts as ‘meeting someone’.”

You hear Kaeya chuckle and you can’t help but smile. He’s on your right side. You have to fully turn your head for him to be visible.

The both of you had decided to plop down in the grass near the lake of Springvale. His sword is somewhere next to him and his horse is tied to a tree a bit further away.

He came straight from the Favonius Headquarters after he ran into his brother. While he wouldn’t share what the redhead told him you assumed it had something to do with either their fight or your awkward introduction.

“I was worried about you.”

Kaeya sighs dramatically, easing the tension in the air. “I’m fine. Diluc can be a bit dramatic but I can handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

He hums.

Earlier that day Diluc had approached Kaeya. And as the person who’d given Kaeya the scar across his right eye, he had easily recognised the same one on your face.

Kaeya doesn’t have any burn marks. Somehow the gods decided to give him a cryo vision to save his life and to save his body from the flames Diluc casted so long ago.

But you hadn’t been as lucky.

Days – or rather years – Kaeya had wondered why he’d been the one to receive the cryo vision.

You hadn’t known him at that point, you’d been a bystander, and yet the gods decided to save him and to leave you behind.

They rejected a beautiful person like you and favoured the filthy person he was.

He initially thought you knew he was your soulmate, until you confirmed you didn’t.

You thought your soulmate had to have the exact same wounds. A scar on your right eye and burn marks covering your arms, but he didn’t. And so you never realised the person closest to you was your soulmate.

For years Kaeya had decided to enjoy your company as much as you’d let him.

He didn’t deserve you after all that had happened. How could he ever tell you the truth?

But with Diluc back in Mondstadt it’s bound to be a ticking time bomb.

Kaeya moves his head to face you. You’re both still laying in the grass. Your eyes are closed and your hair moves with the soft breeze that flows across the meadow.

Maybe he’d tell you next time.

But for now he’d enjoy these last moments of peace with the only person that can ever understand him.

His soulmate.

You.

© intothegenshinworld. Do not copy, repost, translate or take heavy inspiration from my content. Thanks for reading.

[yutafrita]

Me!!! Request enquiry: fic title 'Senseless'. Member Sungchan or shotaro. Lol im requesting by title.

Thank you for the request!! I'm gonna play with the literal word in the title so I hope ya like it <3

Word Count: <800 Genre: Soulmate AU

Senseless

You were in your late twenties, and you had to sit with a fake smile on your face as your younger sister gushed over finding her soulmate. In between gushing over them, she kept talking about how great the food smelled, how crazy it was to feel the wind blow through her hair, and how good potato chips tasted.

“I had no idea smell and taste were this amazing,” Karina whined as she quickly devoured her sandwich from the cafe. She was a sophomore in college and you worked down the street. When she called crying an hour ago you immediately called out from your job to meet her at the local cafe only to then learn that was crying was tears of joy.

“I’m so happy for you,” you smiled, hoping it didn’t sound forced.

Karina placed her hand over yours on the table, and her eyes bugged out, “sis, you need to wear moisturizer!”

You had tried all of the dating apps in an attempt to locate your soulmate. While casual dating was a thing, most people didn’t get married to someone who was not their soulmate unless they felt either really desperate or just did not care. You were starting to feel the former.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You sighed, leaning back in your office chair and stretching your back. Shotaro raised his eyebrows in a do you want my help or not way.

“There’s more to life than just having a soulmate!” you countered.

“You’re right, buuut maybe just having a friend around our age who hasn’t found theirs might be…. Nice? Plus my partner and I could really have another person join our dungeons and dragons games,” Shotaro lowered his voice on the last part, and you playfully shoved his shoulder.

Shotaro decided to act as the intermediary between the two of you. It's extremely rare for a soulmates senses to come alive via just texting, but a few cases have come about. Shotaro had instructed you to wear a red top to the coffee house, and he said his friend will also be wearing one.

You were perched in the coffee house, your unflavored coffee set in front of you (why pay for sweetness when you can't even taste it?), your fuzzy red long sleeve sitting on your figure awkwardly. Your sister and her girlfriend had only been together for barely a month now, but they could not stop obsessively posting each other for everyone to see. You must admit- they were cute together.

You put your phone down, sighing as you lifted your coffee cup to your lips. You looked towards the door, watching as a tall man entered, a red shirt hanging loosely off his shoulders (It was obvious that, like you, he didn't have a lot of shirt options- thanks Shotaro). Gosh, this coffee tastes terrible- wait. You jumped in your seat, covering your pants in hot coffee.

Tastes. Heat.

The coffeehouse smell permeated your senses- the coffee beans, the cologne of the other patrons all assaulted your nostrils. You were overwhelmed, slapping stacks of napkins onto your thighs in an attempt to take off the liquid and not embarrass yourself any further.

"Holy shit," was Sungchan's first words to you as he quickly ran to your side and helped dab the coffee off. "Wow it's... hot."

Your eyes met at the realization. You lifted a free hand, meeting his gaze to squeeze his cheek, feeling his skin against yours and wow it just felt right even if it was just a squeeze. He smiled, his hand moving to meet yours on his own cheek.

"Huh, that feels pretty nice," he admitted before pausing, "wait, you're Shotaro's co-worker, right?"

"Yep, and apparently your soulmate."

He furrowed his eyebrows, a sly smile on his face. “I can’t believe Shotaro got us together by accident.”

“Let’s torture him by not telling him anything. While I’m in the office I’ll mention how good coffee tastes and offer him no explanation.”

“You really are my soulmate.”

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Nomin) lean on me (leave your mark behind)

Jaemin can confidently say that he peaked at age five.

"I can barely choose what I want to eat for breakfast, and now you tell me that I have to choose my own soulmate? That's crazy. That's too much responsibility for me."

[pickles-masterlist]

Listen I know it’s been YEARS, my AU’s live rent free in my head and I would love to make them. Unfortunately, the app I used got disconnected AND making the texts and everything takes FOREVER. If I could hire someone to make what I write that would be great, but idk if either of my stores would work as written ones. However, I’ve got a few random one shots that I’ve written that I’m working up the courage to post, so expect those eventually?????

[haec-an]

written in the stars

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47665627

“Shh.” The siren pulled Mark towards him, breathing onto his skin, almost embracing him in a hug. “I can feel you thinking. Don’t stress, I can point you in the right direction back, don't worry.” The boy let his lips brush against Mark’s neck, almost teasing him with his touch. “That is of course unless you’d rather stay with me.” He giggled again, the sound swinging in the air like a melody.

Mark’s thoughts came to an abrupt stop when he heard the siren’s voice so close, he sounded like he needed to be devoured and his presence consumed him. Like the sun when it’s high in the sky, warmth touching wherever it can reach. “You’re so beautiful, you’re like…radiating.”

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in which mark hears a beautiful siren song for the first time and finds out he can be so much more than just a boy working for a rich town household.

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so i wrote something and would love to share it with you all?!

it’s a fic about haechan as a siren and mark as a human :]

[nuoyipeach]

Five Senses

Yuta X Sooyoung X Seulgi X Taeyong

two love stories of soulmates two vampire brothers having trouble finding theirs they will know their soulmates, by the five sense if only it were as easy as it seemed as they discover hidden truths and unravel mysterious connections

cont.

Part 1 -> YutaXJoy

Part 2 -> SeulgiXTaeyong

[luumiinaa]

♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

Besties trauma-bonding together 😂

Jaehyun: Coming of Age

Characters: Jaehyun x female reader

Genre/warnings: soulmate au, body-switching au, college au, humor, fluff, slight angst, soulmate!jaehyun, best friend!mingyu, jaehyun’s best friend!johnny, every soulmate has a different ‘thing’, reader is celebrating her 18th birthday, jaehyun is a senior in college and reader is a freshman/sophomore, reader is shorter than mingyu, one mention of reader having her period but it doesn’t actively happen

Word count: 5,533

Summary: You knew everybody had a soulmate, and you knew what would eventually happen because of that. The way you find your soulmate is different for everyone, but the way you find yours has you thinking you’re in some 00′s teen movie because you wake up in the body of Jung Jaehyun.

a/n: a very, very, very, very late birthday present to one of my favorite people, @floodlitesc :] she gave me three options for people to write for, so I tried to incorporate a little bit of everybody somehow. but anyway, I hope you like it my lil sunshine!!! (also I apologize for any errors!!!)

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[k-femdove]

First Love : Day 1 || H.RJ

pairing :: sub!renjun x afab!reader 

warnings :: first love au, light kissing/making out, drinking, light profanity

word count :: 2k | not beta read

sypnosis :: In a world where your family can see who their first love is going to be, you are unable to love anyone until you end up with that person. Not a big deal, right? The only problem is that your first love is moving and you only have a week to make him fall in love. 

or; my take on the soulmate au

playlist link here! or listen to ‘lover’ by taylor swift

prologue, day 1

You looked up from the table. Sitting across from you was Renjun. He quickly avoided eye contact, looking down and fidgeting with his thumbs. You looked back down.

Despite your seemingly confident manner, you were never the most social person. If you were being incredibly honest, most of your friends were people that had been introduced to you.

Then there was Chenle. Chenle had been your friend for years now. You could remember the day he moved here perfectly.

It was a hot summer day, and your AC was on full blast in your home. Being a young teenager, you were more than bored. The older kids would play basketball under the scorching sun, laughing over god knows what. The small kids would play in the community pool, their colorful floaties and chatty parents crowding the area.

You had only moved a year before and had yet to make any friends. No one in your neighborhood was around your age. You were too old to play with stuffed animals, but not mature enough to hang out with the others.

You sighed, glancing outside the window and shielding your eyes from the sunlight. A loud ding suddenly interrupted your thoughts and you ran to the door.

When you opened it, you were met with the sight of a young boy, only a tad bit shorter than you. He smiled, reaching a hand out to you.

“Hi, I'm Chenle! I'm 13 and I just moved next door. I heard you were my age, so why don't we hang out?”

Ever since then, Chenle and you were stuck together like glue. Not only that, but he constantly dragged you to places with him, resulting in a lot of interesting encounters.

That's why you and Chenle had a very similar friend group. He introduced a plethora of people to you, and they just so happened to vibe with you.

You usually weren't awkward with potential friends because Chenle was there, which made interacting with Renjun even harder.

Your embarrassing cycle had been repeating for a good 5 minutes. The silence was painfully awkward.

You cursed under your breath. The day began when Chenle invited you over. He claimed that Renjun wasn’t home, and he wanted to talk. It’s fine, right? Wrong.

The moment you walked into the apartment, you knew Chenle had lied. He wasn’t even home.

So here you were. Renjun was sweet, so he couldn’t bring himself to chase you out. He regretted that decision now. After he saw you yesterday, he was hoping to avoid any confrontation.

Not only that, but he felt ashamed. He was looking forward to meeting you, but now he was acting like a child. So what if you were fucking his best friend? As inexperienced as Renjun was, he knew that wasn’t something to shame people for.

You could practically hear his thoughts from across the table. Sighing, you spoke up.

“I didn’t fuck Chenle.”

Renjun’s head shot up.

“It’s a long story.” You continued. “I know you’re thinking about it. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t have sex on your couch- I’m not that reckless.”

“Oh,” Renjun muttered, embarrassed. “If that’s not it… then why are you here?”

Well shit. You couldn’t tell him the truth. Racking your brain for ideas, you tried to remember what Chenle had told you about this guy.

“Uh…” you said, attempting to pull something out of your ass. “I heard you’ve never been to a proper party before?”

“Uhm, yeah, I haven't,” Renjun replied, a puzzled expression on his face.

“Well, one of my friends is throwing a crazy one tonight, but he says everyone has to bring a friend...” You explained slowly, gauging his reaction. When he didn’t show any signs of discomfort, you continued. “And I was wondering if you’d like to come with me? You know, just for fun”

He didn’t reply quickly, but you could hear his unspoken words. “Why me?”

You didn’t want to come off too strong, so you tried to clarify. “I would’ve asked someone else, but nobody I know is up for it.”

Luckily for you, Renjun believed your explanation.

“Are you sure? I'm not the biggest party person.” He explained sheepishly.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun! You don't even have to stick with me the whole time- I think most of your friends will be there.”

Renjun thought about it before hesitantly agreeing. Besides, he had nothing better to do.

The rest of the meeting went smoothly. Renjun thought you were just bored, and you grabbed his number.

Chenle called you around an hour later, your phone ringing for at least 5 minutes before you felt like picking up.

“God y/n. You need to pick up my calls!” He scolded. “Anyways, have you explained things to Renjun?”

“Even better,” you replied. “I got his number.”

You heard shocked silence on the other line before Chenle let out an odd but excited sound.

“Really? You're surprisingly good at this. Tell me what happened.”

Chenle laughed when he heard about the conversation, his dolphin-like laugh just as loud through the phone.

“You invited Renjun to Haechan’s party? You know those are crazy as hell.”

“Don't make fun of me!” You said as Chenle was practically busting a lung. “You're turning into Mark right now.”

“Oh, shush.” He said, still giggling. “Continue with the story?”

Once your story finished (and Chenle stopped laughing), he finally got a little more serious about it.

“I'm surprised that you got him to go, though. You do know that I would’ve gone with you, right?”

“I don't know about that,” you replied. “You wouldn't say no to Jisung.”

“I mean,” Chenle said, “that's different! Don't act like you wouldn't choose Mark over me!”

Then you heard another voice over the line.

“Ooo, would you choose me over Chenle?” it said, a teasing tone underneath the amusement.

The next thing you heard was Chenle’s exaggerated groan.

“Shut up Mark!”

You texted Renjun at 12 with the details for the party. 10 pm, casual. You insisted on picking him up; besides, you were already stopping by for Chenle, Jisung, and Mark.

It was only 9 when Renjun became annoyed. Chenle was chatting his head off and Jisung was dropping everything in their kitchen. Renjun always wondered how things turned out like this. He loved all of his friends, but they were all a little annoying sometimes.

Speaking of his friends- Renjun was shocked by the number of friends you had. He originally thought that you were only friends with Chenle and just a casual talker with the others. He was wrong.

When he mentioned that he was going with you, he was bombarded with questions. According to Mark, you were one of his close friends. Jisung knew you as well; you were so close with his family that they took you on vacation with them and a few other friends.

As if it were on cue, you rang the doorbell. Mark hurriedly answered the door and tried to dap you up, but was beaten by a hyper Chenle.

You let the others talk on the way back to the car, walking with Renjun.

The car ride itself was great. Renjun sat in the passenger seat as you drove, the other three squeezing into the back.

You turned on the radio and listened to their singing, which never failed to amaze you. Chenle’s voice was beautiful as always, and Mark’s Khalid impression was just as bad as the first time you heard it.

Street lights reflected on the windows as you cruised through town- Haechan’s parents’ house happened to be a little far from yours. They were out on a trip, so he was holding it there.

Due to the cool weather, the sky was already dark when you got there. There were tons of people; Haechan outdid himself this time.

He greeted you enthusiastically when you arrived, hugging you until it was hard to breathe.

“Renjun!” He exclaimed, jumping onto the boy. “You came!”

Renjun laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “Hey, Hyuck.”

You led the boys into the house as Haechan went off to socialize some more, dragging Mark off with him. Soon enough, Chenle had swept Jisung away, and you were left alone with Renjun.

The house was dark, the only light coming from bright and colorful lights. The ambiance of the place was strangely comfortable, complete with a pink tint.

It was crowded, people swarming the halls. Loud music blasted throughout the house, providing a pretty good dance floor.

Renjun looked at the crowd hesitantly and turned back to you. You could feel the awkward energy, so you led him to the kitchen, which was surprisingly empty.

“What do you want?” You asked, already rummaging through Haechan’s cabinets.

“What?” Renjun asked back.

“To drink.” You answered, already pouring your share of tequila and soda into a red cup. “I can check the fridge for soju too.”

“Oh, I don’t drink much.” He replied, leaning onto the countertop.

You hummed softly, sipping your drink.

Turning back to Renjun, you smiled. “Wanna get out of here?”

You led him into the main room, drinking with Kun. After mingling for a while and talking to your other friends, you spotted Renjun laughing with Doyoung. Doyoung saw you from across the room and flashed his sweet smile. Renjun made eye contact and made his way toward you.

He followed you through the crowd until you found a distant corner, away from prying eyes.

“This was… better than I expected.” He admitted.

“And you said you weren’t a party person.” You said, smirking. He laughed.

There was silence. Renjun looked into your eyes, admiring the way that they glowed. You looked into his. The noise was reduced to nothing but a quiet buzz. Soon enough, your gaze traveled to his lips.

You walked closer to him until you were only inches away from his face.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked quietly.

Renjun hesitated. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”.

“I’m serious.” You answered, inching closer and tracing his jaw with your fingers.

He looked at you, the blush on his cheeks barely visible in the dim light.

His heart began to beat faster as you cupped his chin and led him closer, lips meeting against one another.

Renjun’s eyes fluttered shut as he melted into your touch, back pressed against the wall. He pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss. You nibbled slightly on his bottom lip, slipping your tongue into his mouth lightly.

You tasted bittersweet, the peach-flavored tequila still lingering in your mouth. Renjun’s lips were soft and pillowy, melding against yours perfectly.

The kiss was sloppy and inexperienced, clashing in a somewhat awkward manner. Neither of you knew what you were doing, but everything felt so right.

It was short and sweet. You pulled away, heart hammering in your chest. Renjun looked bewildered by what he had just done, face flushing a deeper shade of pink, the taste of alcohol still prominent on his tongue.

“I thought you didn’t drink?” You teased, surprised by his eagerness.

“This is an exception.” He whispered breathlessly, still gazing into your eyes.

The moment was interrupted by a crazily drunk Jisung, falling on to you and knocking you off Renjun. Chenle was just as drunk, wrapping an arm around Renjun. You rolled your eyes, pushing Jisung off of you, but supporting his body.

You saw Mark hurry over apologetically, offering an awkward laugh.

“Sorry, y/n. Do you mind taking them home?”

“Yeah, sure.” You said, turning to Renjun. “Let’s get out of here.”

One car ride later and two wasted friends forced into bed, you bid yourself goodbye. Just as you slipped on your shoes, Renjun stopped you at the door.

“I had fun.” He said, hands in his pockets. The look in his eyes told a thousand words, but nether of you were ready to say them.

“Me too,” You replied. “I’ll look forward to next time.”

That night, you both went to bed with a smile on your faces, the kiss replaying in your heads.

a/n: day 1 is here! It’s a little fast paced. Renjun is very confused about his emotions rn so give him some time! 

tagging (taglist open): @canigetaglassoffullsun​ @cathy-1997 

[chvrrycola]

greek mythology! au x na jaemin

son of aphrodite! jaemin who just cannot stop flirting. kissing everyone’s cheeks to greet them, and to say goodbye, and to express any kind of affection whatsoever.

saying he’ll wingman for you when you go out even though it just means that anyone you approach will be making heart eyes at him for the rest of the night. 

not having the best concept of personal space but always doing everything he can to make sure other people feel comfortable around him cos he’s such a people person.

[nuoyipeach]

Five Senses - Part 1

Chapter Five

"Good morning, future mother in law." the man greeted smiling widely, much to the old lady's pleasure.

"Oh come now Sungjae, just call us mum and dad already. You're marrying Sooyoung in less than a month anyways." she exclaimed hugging the young man. "We were just preparing breakfast, why don't you go get Sooyoung."

"Of course." he smiled and walked straight up to her room, going in right away without knocking. "Sooyoung let's... PARK SOOYOUNG!"

Sooyoung and Yuta pulled away from each other, her eyes staring at Sungjae. They were already awake for an hour and both had just come out of the shower. She was wearing a simple dress shirt and some shorts, and sat on Yuta's lap as they kissed and simply spent some sweet time together, talking about themselves mostly.

She sighed and stood up, holding Yuta's hand, and stared back at Sungjae. "Don't you have any manners!?!" she scolded. "How can you come into another woman's room without knocking?"

"Well it doesn't matter if that another woman is supposed to be my wife!" Sungjae yelled back, angering her even more.

"We're not even engaged, and I never agreed to this so screw off!"

Before Sungjae could get in and argue back, he suddenly felt being pushed out and the door shut locked. Yuta's eyes widened and stared at Sooyoung, when she suddenly felt faint and started to fall. He got up and quickly caught her, sitting back down with her on his lap.

"You've already achieved power..." he said softly not to startle her too much. "Looks like anger really got to you." he kissed her forehead and stroked her head to calm her. Sooyoung took his hand from her head and held it tight in both of hers.

"Take me with you... Please."

Yuta pulled her chin up for her to face him and pecked her lips. "Anything to make you happy. I'll help you pack whatever you need, and we'll be out in no time."

Sungjae was in shock at what happened, but he wasn't going to sit there and do nothing. He ran down the stairs calling Sooyoung's parents out. "SOOYOUNG HAS A MAN IN THERE!" he yelled angrily. The couple both looked at each other, the elderly man obviously angered. He stomped up while his wife and Sungjae ran behind him.

The three stood in front if the bedroom door, which to their misfortune was locked. Not having any of it, he kicked the door open, breaking the knob in the process, crashing it down into the room. The three looked up and saw Sooyoung standing in the middle of the room alone, holding her purse and a suitcase.

The last suitcase.

"Park Sooyoung!" her father yelled and charged at her, when a figure suddenly appeared in between them out of thin air. The elder man stopped and stared at Yuta, who's eyes were red, and quickly backed away to the other two. "Who... Who are you... Sooyoung wh-" he stopped, seeing his daughter's eyes just as red.

Yuta turned, grabbed the luggage from her hand in one of his, while his other wrapped around her waist, and they disappeared. The three stood in awe, no words exchanged even as Sungjae slowly walked out and left, while the couple went into their room.

"What do we do..." the lady mumbled. But they both knew there was nothing they could do.

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Sooyoung looked out the window of her new bedroom, looking straight down at the rose garden. She could see Taeyong and Seulgi going through the bushes, each holding one hand of their toddler walking him along. She smiled seeing the two laughing at their baby as they helped him walk through the garden, exploring new things like the butterflies and leaves.

On the other side of the garden there were daisies and she saw Hina, Yuta's only blood sibling, laying on a blanket with her head on her soul mate's arm. She learned how Hina met hers earlier than Yuta, but being young they took their relationship slowly, like how she saw people back in her world. They would go on sweet dates, do group studies, and have innocent sleep overs.

This world, the vampire world, wasn't much different from her own. If anything the only difference was the people and the odd magic around them, but that only made things better. It had been a week since she came, and Yuta was always making sure she was OK with everything going on. Food, clothes, transport, people, he made sure she wasn't uncomfortable in any way shape or form. He also taught her how to teleport, which Sooyoung found too fun and would sometimes scare him on purpose.

She suddenly felt a presence next to her, and turned to see Yuta standing next to her holding a small box. She smiled and scooted over the couch to let him sit, and he tugged her closer so she sat on his lap. He opened the box and showed her, a shiny silver ring with a small emerald diamond in it. Sooyoung looked up at him in awe as he smiled at her, then kissed her cheek.

"You're mine now right?" he asked softly. Sooyoung shyly nodded and watched as he put the ring onto her finger. She felt wild butterflies in her stomach and wanted to hide her blushing face so bad she ended up hugging him and shaking her head in his shoulder from excitement. Yuta chuckled at her behaviour, then carried her up to their bed, laying down cuddling her.

Sooyoung kept looking at the ring, when something crossed her mind. She turned to Yuta and pressed her lips together. "Do you guys have weddings here?" she asked softly. Yuta hummed as he thought, one had petting her head.

"Not really. Many people just get married without making it a big celebration." he answered, and she nodded in reply humming. But he knew she wouldn't have asked it without a reason. "Would you like one?" he asked smiling.

"Not really a wedding but..." she went quiet as she chuckled a little embarrassed, "When I was young I loved watching princess movies, and how they'd hold a ball for their special day. More than a wedding, I always wanted to have a fantasy party."

"Then we'll have one."

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