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this was beautiful omhshsjh the way renjun reassured and comforted mc in every single universe... the way he was so sweet to her no matter the circumstance... the way the both of them KNEW that they were made for each other the moment they laid eyes on one another... this is truly how soulmates work and renjun is just so soulmate core 🥹 i feel like he definitely believes in fate so this fic is basically canon no one can tell me otherwise.

my favourite universe HAS to be universe 5 and 9!!!

the brushstrokes, the colors, the way the girl in the painting seems to be waiting for something—it all feels like a message from the past. or maybe from him.

“you’re in my drawings,” he murmured, almost to himself. “you’ve always been.”

renjun being able to paint and draw mc simply based off his dreams and blurry memories breaks my heart HES SO 😭😭😭💛 this was so so well written... how theyre able to find each other in 10 universes and probably a million more makes me feel so warm inside. this is truly red string theory in its prettiest form

the threads of us

in every universe, through every lifetime, their souls are bound by an invisible thread, drawing them back together no matter the time or place.

(renjun x fem!reader ) ─── genre ⸝⸝ fluff / soulmate au ♫

word count. 7.3k ⋆.˚ library !

— universe one .ᐟ

the city always feels a little different in the rain. the usual hustle and bustle of people rushing from place to place slows down, softened by the steady patter of raindrops against the pavement. the streets shine, reflecting the neon glow of the nearby shops. it’s one of those days when everything feels peaceful, almost dreamlike, as though the world is in a quiet lull.

y/n is huddled under her umbrella, her pace brisk as she walks down the crowded sidewalk. her mind is elsewhere, lost in thoughts of work, plans, and the weight of the week ahead. the umbrella begins to wobble in her hand, the wind picking up in sudden bursts. before she can react, a gust blows it inside out. y/n lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to flip the umbrella back to its normal shape.

“careful,” a voice says, warm and familiar, though she can’t place it.

she looks up, startled, and her breath catches in her throat. standing in front of her is a guy about her age, his features soft but striking. his dark hair is tousled from the rain, and his eyes, bright and kind, shine with an almost mischievous glint. he’s wearing a navy jacket, the hood pulled low over his head, but his smile is wide and comforting.

“let me help you with that,” he offers, reaching out and steadying the umbrella with his hand.

y/n blinks, slightly flustered. “oh, um, thank you.”

he laughs softly, a sound that seems to warm the air between them. “no problem. i’ve got a thing for broken umbrellas.”

her chest tightens, though she’s not sure why. there’s something about him, something about the way his eyes look at her, like they’ve shared a million moments even though this is the first time they’ve met. she shakes the thought away, smiling awkwardly.

“i’m renjun,” he says, his voice light and easy. he steps a little closer to her, adjusting the umbrella so it shields them both. “do you need help getting somewhere?”

for a moment, y/n feels an inexplicable sense of comfort from his presence. it’s like they’re already familiar, even though they’ve never spoken before. maybe it’s the way his smile makes her feel like everything is going to be okay, even on a rainy day.

“i… uh, i’m just heading to a café,” she says, her voice uncertain. “it’s not far.”

renjun nods and grins. “great, i know the place. i’ll walk you there.”

they walk side by side through the rain-soaked streets, the sound of their footsteps blending with the rhythm of the city. the world feels quieter with him, even though they’re surrounded by people. their conversation flows easily, casual at first—talking about the weather, their favorite spots in the city, and their mutual love for coffee. but as the conversation deepens, it’s impossible to ignore the pull between them, like there’s an invisible thread tying them together.

“are you new here?” y/n asks, glancing at him curiously.

he laughs, a soft, melodic sound that makes her smile. “kind of. i just moved back to the city a few months ago. i’ve been wandering around trying to find the best cafés. guess i found a good one today.”

y/n laughs, her gaze drifting to the café they’re approaching. “i know a great spot just down the block, if you’re ever in the mood to try somewhere new.”

he looks at her with a knowing expression. “i’ll keep that in mind.” then, more softly, as if he’s just realized something, he adds, “you seem different.”

y/n frowns slightly, not sure how to respond. “different? how?”

“like… i don’t know,” he says with a small shrug, his tone uncertain. “like i’ve met you before.”

the words hang in the air between them, and y/n feels an odd tightening in her chest. she turns away quickly, feeling her cheeks flush. there’s no way he could have met her before, right?

“maybe you just have one of those faces,” she jokes, but even as the words leave her mouth, they don’t feel right.

renjun grins again, but his smile is softer this time, more contemplative. “yeah, maybe.”

they reach the café, and renjun holds the door open for her, stepping aside with a flourish. “after you.”

y/n steps inside, the warmth of the café enveloping her. the rain outside continues its steady rhythm, but here, in this little haven, the world seems different—softer, quieter, as if time slows just for a moment.

as they sit down at a table near the window, sipping their drinks, y/n can’t shake the feeling that something significant is happening, something she can’t quite put into words. there’s a familiarity to the way they speak, to the way they laugh, to the way he looks at her. it’s all so natural, as if they’ve known each other far longer than a few minutes.

“i’m glad i ran into you today,” she says softly, her voice almost a whisper, as though speaking too loudly might break the magic of the moment.

renjun looks at her, his gaze intense yet gentle. “me too. maybe i’ll see you again.”

the words feel like a promise, and y/n can’t help but believe them. she smiles, but it’s bittersweet, like she knows this moment won’t last forever, even though she wants it to.

when they part ways outside the café, renjun waves goodbye, his figure disappearing into the rain. y/n watches him go, feeling an overwhelming sense of loss, as if something is slipping away. she turns, heading back to her apartment, but that feeling doesn’t leave her—it follows her, lingers in her chest, gnawing at her.

— universe two .ᐟ

the kingdom of thalrith is a land of vast forests, ancient ruins, and sprawling castles. its people are proud, resilient, and deeply connected to the magic that flows through the land. but in recent years, that magic has started to fade, and the kingdom has found itself on the brink of war. y/n is a knight-in-training, one of the last few defenders of the kingdom. she’s young, determined, and always eager to prove herself, though the weight of the world seems to press against her shoulders with every passing day.

it’s late afternoon, the sky painted in soft hues of pink and orange as the sun begins to set. the forest is quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves as y/n checks her gear for the journey ahead. she’s been tasked with a dangerous mission: to retrieve an ancient artifact from the ruins deep in the forest, one said to hold the power to restore the kingdom’s magic. the mission is perilous, and y/n knows she can’t afford to fail.

she adjusts the straps on her leather armor, her thoughts focused on the task ahead, when a soft melody drifts through the air, catching her attention. she freezes for a moment, wondering if the sound is just the wind. but as she listens more closely, she realizes it’s the faint strumming of a lute.

curious, she follows the sound through the trees until she finds him—a young bard, sitting on a stone outcrop with his back against a moss-covered pillar. his fingers move deftly over the strings of his lute, producing a song that feels almost… familiar. the melody tugs at something inside her, something she can’t explain.

the bard looks up as y/n approaches, his eyes sparkling with amusement. there’s something about his smile—warm, inviting, as if they’ve known each other for years. his appearance is striking, with wild, dark hair and an effortless, carefree air about him. he’s wearing simple clothing, a tunic and trousers, nothing like the heavy armor she’s wearing. but the way he holds himself is different from the others—he’s calm, confident in a way that makes her feel strangely at ease.

“ah, a knight-in-training,” he says with a playful grin. his voice is soft, almost musical, and it seems to blend with the quiet rustling of the forest. “are you lost, or are you here for a bit of entertainment?”

y/n frowns, a little startled by how comfortable he seems in this strange, dangerous place. she’s used to being on her own, to the weight of her responsibilities, but something about this moment feels… different. almost as if she’s been here before.

“i’m on a mission,” y/n replies, her voice steady, though there’s a hint of hesitation. “i need to find something in the ruins.”

the bard raises an eyebrow, his smile never fading. “a mission, you say? sounds like you could use some company.”

y/n opens her mouth to refuse, but something in his gaze stops her. there’s a pull between them, something deep and unspoken. it’s not just the song—there’s something about him that feels… destined, as if their paths were always meant to cross.

“how do you know i’m not just trying to get some peace and quiet?” she asks, unable to hide the curiosity in her voice.

“because,” he says, standing and strumming a few more chords, “i’ve heard that the true path to success always comes with a bit of… unexpected help.”

y/n watches him closely. he’s not like the others—he doesn’t look like someone trying to prove something. there’s no agenda behind his words, no pretense. just a gentle, unwavering presence.

“i’m renjun,” he adds, offering her a soft, almost knowing smile. “and i think the forest would be much more pleasant if we traveled together, don’t you?”

for a moment, y/n hesitates, unsure of whether to trust him. this is a dangerous journey, and she’s been trained to trust only herself. but something about him—his warmth, his calmness—makes her wonder if perhaps this is a sign that she doesn’t have to shoulder everything alone.

“fine,” she says, her voice quiet, as if the decision has already been made for her. “but we’ll need to move quickly.”

renjun’s smile widens. “lead the way.”

they journey deeper into the forest together, the trees growing thicker, the air growing cooler as night begins to fall. the melody from his lute continues to echo in the distance, a soothing sound that contrasts with the ominous feeling in the air. despite the tension of the mission, y/n finds herself growing more and more comfortable with his presence. it’s easy to talk to him, to laugh at his jokes, to share stories of their respective lives. with him, the world feels just a little less heavy.

as they reach the ruins, a sense of foreboding settles over them. the structure is ancient, crumbling, with vines creeping over the stone like a living thing. the air around the ruins is thick with magic—wild, untamed magic that seems to pulse with life. y/n steps forward cautiously, feeling the weight of the artifact’s power drawing her in.

but before she can take another step, renjun’s voice calls out to her. “you know,” he says softly, “you don’t have to do this alone. not everything has to be a fight.”

y/n pauses, turning to look at him. his gaze is soft, filled with understanding, and for the first time in a long while, y/n feels a sense of peace. the mission still feels important—critical, even—but somehow, with him by her side, it doesn’t feel so daunting.

she takes a deep breath and smiles. “maybe you’re right.”

together, they step into the ruins, the weight of the world forgotten for just a moment. the connection between them is undeniable, like the magic of the land itself is guiding them forward. and though they’ve only just met, y/n can’t shake the feeling that they’ve been here before—together, in this same place, at this same time.

the mission may be dangerous, but for the first time, y/n doesn’t feel alone. and that, she realizes, is the greatest gift of all.

— universe three .ᐟ

the school bell rings, signaling the end of another long day, and y/n can feel the weight of the day pressing against her shoulders. she quickly gathers her things, slipping her books into her bag with a practiced hand. high school has been a whirlwind—studying, grades, the constant pressure to fit in—and as much as she’s tried to get used to it, she feels like an outsider more often than not.

she’s been a part of the drama club for a while now, but something’s always felt missing. the people, the performances, the pressure—it’s all so… fleeting. even though she loves acting, something inside her always feels like she’s pretending to be someone she’s not.

as y/n walks toward the drama club room, she hears the familiar sound of laughter and chatter spilling from the doorway. the club is getting ready for the next big performance, and the tension in the air is palpable. she’s almost there when someone stops her.

“hey!” a voice calls out.

y/n turns to see a familiar face: renjun, one of the stars of the drama club. he’s standing by the lockers, his usual bright smile lighting up his features. he’s always been charming, effortlessly so, with his easy-going nature and the way people gravitate toward him. he’s popular in a way y/n has never quite been—friendly, approachable, and always in the center of everything.

“hey,” she replies, her voice a little quieter than usual. “what’s up?”

renjun’s smile widens, and he takes a step toward her. “i was just about to head into the club room. you coming in, or are you going to hide behind your books again?”

y/n rolls her eyes playfully, but her stomach flips at the mention of the club. she’s not as involved as she could be—she likes being backstage, observing, but the idea of being in the spotlight has always made her uncomfortable. renjun, on the other hand, thrives in it, and she’s always admired that about him.

“i don’t know,” y/n says, glancing at the club room door. “i’ve just been… busy. a lot of things going on.”

renjun raises an eyebrow, sensing the hesitation in her voice. “you’re not getting cold feet, are you? you’ve been in drama club longer than most people. we’re all waiting on you to take a bigger role.”

y/n feels her cheeks heat up, though she can’t tell if it’s from embarrassment or something else. renjun’s words have a way of getting under her skin, making her both nervous and excited at the same time.

“yeah, well, i’m not sure if the spotlight’s for me,” she admits, her gaze drifting down to her shoes.

renjun’s expression softens, and he steps a little closer, his voice quieter this time. “you don’t always have to be the center of attention to make a difference. you know that, right?”

y/n meets his gaze, startled by the sincerity in his eyes. there’s something about his presence that makes her feel seen, in a way that she doesn’t often experience. it’s like he’s always paying attention, always noticing the little things about people—things that others might overlook.

he shrugs, as if to ease the tension between them. “but, if you ever do want to take the stage, i’ll be right there to support you.”

there’s something comforting about his words, a sense of safety and reassurance that y/n hadn’t expected. it’s easy to get lost in the noise of high school, to feel like she’s blending into the background. but with renjun, there’s a strange pull—a feeling that she’s meant to be seen, to be understood, just as she is.

y/n hesitates for a moment longer before offering a small smile. “maybe i’ll give it a shot.”

renjun grins, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “that’s the spirit!”

they walk into the drama club room together, the chatter of the other members fading into the background as y/n feels the weight of the moment settle into her chest. renjun guides her to the center of the room, where the group is gathered around, discussing lines and stage direction. his presence beside her makes her feel grounded, as if she’s not facing this world alone, no matter how intimidating it seems.

as they rehearse for the upcoming play, y/n starts to realize something she hadn’t quite put into words before: she’s not just here for the performance. she’s here because of him—because renjun makes everything feel more real, more meaningful. every time he smiles at her, every time he says something that makes her feel like she matters, she can’t help but feel a deeper connection to him.

they spend the rest of the afternoon rehearsing, and renjun doesn’t let her hide in the background. he gently encourages her, nudges her when she hesitates, and always makes sure she’s part of the action. by the end of the rehearsal, y/n feels a sense of accomplishment she wasn’t expecting. it’s not just the lines she’s learned or the character she’s brought to life—it’s the bond she’s beginning to form with him, a bond that feels like something she can’t ignore.

later that evening, as y/n is packing up to leave, she finds renjun waiting by the door, leaning casually against the frame with a playful smile.

“you did great today,” he says, his tone easy and warm. “see? i told you that you had it in you.”

y/n blushes, her heart fluttering at the compliment. “thanks. i didn’t expect to have so much fun.”

he gives her a soft, knowing smile. “you never know until you try. and next time, we’re going to make sure you have even more fun.”

as she heads out of the club room, she feels a little lighter than she did when she first arrived, as if the world isn’t quite as heavy as she thought it was. the connection between her and renjun has started to deepen, and though it’s still new, she can’t shake the feeling that this—this chemistry—is something real.

for the first time in a long while, y/n feels like she might just belong.

— universe four .ᐟ

y/n is sitting in a quiet café, sipping her coffee, as she scrolls through her phone. it’s a regular sunday afternoon, the perfect time to unwind and relax. the café is warm, cozy, and bustling with the hum of quiet conversations and clinking mugs. she loves the atmosphere here—everything about it feels like an escape from the chaos of life. the soft jazz music playing in the background, the smell of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft murmur of patrons all add to the sense of calm that fills the space.

today, however, she’s feeling a little more restless than usual. she’s been putting in long hours at work, and her mind feels foggy, overwhelmed by the constant pressure. there’s a part of her that just wants to forget about it all, but the weight of her responsibilities keeps pulling her back. she exhales slowly, rubbing her temples in an attempt to ease the tension.

she’s lost in thought when the sound of a chair scraping across the floor interrupts her. looking up, y/n is startled to see a man standing in front of her, his hand resting on the back of the empty chair next to hers.

“i’m sorry, is this seat taken?” he asks, his voice smooth, calm, and surprisingly familiar.

y/n blinks a few times, unsure of why his face seems so familiar. he’s tall, with dark hair and bright eyes that seem to sparkle with mischief. his smile is easy, almost contagious, and it sends an unexpected rush of warmth through her. but there’s something else about him—something that feels like a pull, as if she’s been waiting for this moment, even if she didn’t realize it.

“no, it’s free,” y/n replies, offering a polite smile and gesturing to the chair. “i’m just here for some peace and quiet.”

the man sits down with a soft chuckle, clearly at ease in the quiet atmosphere. “i can relate. sometimes, all you need is a little break from the world, right?”

y/n nods, relieved that he’s not trying to start a lengthy conversation. she’s not in the mood for small talk, but there’s something about his presence that doesn’t feel intrusive—more like a gentle comfort.

“i get it,” y/n replies. “it’s hard to find time for yourself these days.”

the man glances at her over the rim of his coffee cup, and for a moment, their eyes meet. there’s a spark there, an unspoken understanding that neither of them says out loud. it’s like they’re both on the same wavelength, even though they don’t know each other.

“i’m renjun,” he says, breaking the silence, his voice casual yet sincere.

y/n smiles, a little shy. “i’m y/n.”

“nice to meet you, y/n.” he leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “you come here often?”

y/n nods. “yeah, i do. it’s one of my favorite spots. quiet. comfortable.”

renjun grins, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “well, if you come here often, i guess i’ll be seeing you around. i come here a lot too. it’s kind of my escape from... everything else.”

there’s a playful energy in his voice, but it doesn’t come off as forced. in fact, it feels genuine, like he’s not trying to impress her—just trying to make her feel comfortable in this little moment.

“i’m sure i’ll be back,” y/n says, taking another sip of her coffee. she can feel the tension in her shoulders ease just a little. the conversation is simple, yet something about it feels right. like she’s found a moment of peace in the chaos of life.

for the next few minutes, the conversation drifts between light topics—how they both enjoy coffee, their favorite places to relax, the latest books they’ve read. there’s no pressure, no heavy topics weighing them down. but as the conversation continues, y/n starts to notice something—there’s an undeniable pull between them. it’s not just the fact that they’re having a pleasant conversation; it’s the way they connect, how their words flow effortlessly, as if they’ve known each other for years.

renjun seems to notice it too. he leans in a little, his eyes twinkling. “you know, i don’t usually talk to strangers like this,” he says, his tone teasing but also genuine. “but something about you makes it easy.”

y/n feels her heart skip a beat, and for a moment, she’s unsure of how to respond. it’s not often that someone makes her feel so at ease, especially with how closed off she’s been recently. but with him, it feels like the world outside the café doesn’t matter. it’s just the two of them, sharing this quiet moment.

“i feel the same,” she admits, her voice soft but steady. “i don’t usually talk to people like this either.”

renjun’s smile softens, and there’s a quiet understanding between them. it’s as if they’ve both found something in each other, something unspoken but deeply felt. a connection that goes beyond just this moment, beyond the words they’ve exchanged.

as the conversation continues, y/n realizes that, for the first time in a long while, she doesn’t feel like she’s carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. with renjun, it’s like she can just be herself, without any expectations or pressures. it’s simple, comfortable, and more than she ever imagined she’d find in a chance encounter at a café.

when it’s time for y/n to leave, she feels a sense of reluctance. the connection between them is still new, but it’s already starting to feel like something real.

“thanks for the company,” she says as she stands up, her hand resting on the back of her chair.

renjun stands up too, his smile warm and sincere. “it was really nice meeting you, y/n. i’m sure we’ll run into each other again.”

“i’m sure of it,” y/n replies, her heart fluttering in a way she doesn’t quite understand.

as she walks out of the café, she can’t shake the feeling that something has shifted. maybe it’s just the coffee, or maybe it’s just the conversation—but somehow, she feels lighter, more hopeful. like this was the beginning of something worth waiting for.

— universe five .ᐟ

y/n has always loved art galleries—the quiet hum of whispered conversations, the scent of oil paints lingering in the air, and the way time slows down when she stands in front of a beautiful painting. tonight, the gallery is hosting a special event, showcasing the works of an up-and-coming artist. she isn't sure why she decided to come alone, but something about the invitation had pulled at her.

the moment she steps inside, she’s enveloped by the soft glow of warm lights illuminating the paintings. people move around her, murmuring about brushstrokes and color palettes, but her focus shifts as she catches sight of a single painting across the room.

it’s a portrait—of a girl standing under a cherry blossom tree, her eyes gazing into the distance. there’s something hauntingly familiar about it, as if she’s seen this moment before. the way the girl’s hair flows in the wind, the tilt of her chin—it feels like looking into a mirror of a memory she doesn’t fully recall.

“that one’s my favorite,” a voice says beside her.

y/n turns her head and meets the eyes of a young man with paint-stained fingers and a quiet, knowing smile. his gaze flickers between her and the painting, something unreadable in his expression. he’s handsome—effortlessly so—but what catches her off guard is the strange sense of familiarity settling in her chest.

“did you paint this?” she asks, her voice quieter than she intended.

he nods. “yeah. it’s part of my collection.” his lips curve into a small smile. “i call it familiar strangers.”

something inside her stirs. “why?”

he hesitates, studying her face carefully before speaking. “i don’t know. it’s like i’ve been trying to paint someone i’ve never met before, but i know her. like i’ve seen her in my dreams, in the faces of passing strangers.” he lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it?”

y/n’s heart pounds in her chest. “no,” she whispers, her gaze returning to the painting.

for some reason, she can’t look away. the longer she stares, the more a strange sense of déjà vu washes over her. as if she has been in this exact moment before, in another time, another life. the brushstrokes, the colors, the way the girl in the painting seems to be waiting for something—it all feels like a message from the past.

or maybe from him.

“i’m renjun,” he says, his voice breaking through the spellbinding moment.

y/n turns back to him. “y/n.”

his eyes light up, as if the name fits perfectly into a missing space he’s been trying to fill. he nods, like it makes sense. like everything makes sense.

for a moment, neither of them speak. they simply stand there, in the middle of a crowded gallery, staring at a painting that seems to hold all the words they don’t know how to say.

and somewhere deep inside, where logic and reason don’t quite reach, y/n knows—this isn’t the first time they’ve met.

— universe six .ᐟ

soft notes drift through the air, weaving an invisible thread of emotion through the dimly lit concert hall. y/n sits in the audience, her fingers gripping the edges of her coat as she listens to the music that fills the space. the grand piano at the center of the stage gleams under the spotlight, and at the keys sits a young man, his fingers gliding effortlessly across the ivory, painting a story without words.

there is something achingly familiar about the melody.

it isn’t just beautiful—it feels like a memory she can’t quite grasp, like the ghost of a song she’s heard in a dream. the music swells, then softens, and a shiver runs down her spine. it tugs at something deep inside her, something unnamed, something known.

she watches the pianist’s expression as he plays. his dark eyes are closed, his lips pressed together in quiet concentration. he looks completely lost in the music, as if he’s searching for something in the melody, trying to reach out through the notes.

as the final chord lingers in the air, the audience erupts in applause. y/n claps along, but her heart is racing, her mind spinning. she has to know.

after the performance, the hall buzzes with murmured conversations as guests slowly make their way out. y/n hesitates before slipping backstage, following the faint sound of a piano being played once more—softer this time, more hesitant.

she steps into the practice room and finds him there, seated at the piano, absently pressing down on a few keys. up close, he looks even more familiar.

“you played beautifully,” she says before she can stop herself.

he looks up, startled. then he smiles—soft, almost hesitant. “thank you.”

for a moment, there’s silence. then, he tilts his head slightly. “do i know you?”

y/n’s breath catches in her throat.

because that’s exactly what she was about to ask him.

she swallows, shaking her head lightly, but she knows the truth in her bones.

“no,” she says softly. “but it feels like we’ve met before.”

the pianist watches her for a moment, his fingers idly pressing down on the keys. the melody he plays is the same one from the concert—but slower, gentler. like an echo of something lost and found again.

he exhales a quiet chuckle. “strange.”

she takes a step closer, drawn in by the invisible thread between them. “why?”

his fingers pause on the piano. “because this song… i don’t know why, but every time i play it, i feel like i’m looking for someone.” his gaze meets hers, and it’s filled with something she doesn’t quite understand—but she feels it. deeply.

he lets out a small laugh, shaking his head. “maybe i’ve been playing it for you all along.”

y/n’s heart stutters in her chest.

because suddenly, the melody doesn’t just sound familiar anymore.

it feels like home.

— universe seven .ᐟ

the observatory is quiet at this hour, save for the occasional beeping of computers and the soft rustle of paper as y/n flips through her notes. above her, the massive glass dome stretches toward the sky, revealing a universe full of stars.

she’s always loved the night sky—its vastness, its mystery, the way it makes her feel both small and infinite at the same time. but tonight, there’s something different in the air. a strange anticipation hums in her veins, though she can’t quite explain why.

“still here?” a familiar voice says from the doorway.

y/n turns, already knowing who it is.

zhong renjun leans against the doorframe, hands tucked into the pockets of his lab coat, a smirk playing at his lips. he looks effortlessly at ease, like he belongs here among the stars. like he was meant to stand beside her in this moment.

“you’re still here too,” she points out, raising a brow.

he chuckles, stepping inside. “couldn’t sleep.”

y/n smiles knowingly. “thinking about the theory again?”

renjun hums, crossing the room to stand beside her. his gaze flickers to the telescope, then to the endless sky beyond the glass dome. “yeah. you ever wonder if the stars remember us?”

she blinks at him. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs, turning his head slightly to meet her gaze. “like… what if we’ve been here before? you and me. what if, in another life, we stood under these same stars, asking the same questions?”

a shiver runs down her spine. because that thought—it doesn’t feel impossible.

it feels true.

she doesn’t know why, but when she looks at renjun, it’s like she’s known him forever. like the universe has been pulling them toward each other across lifetimes, across galaxies.

“that’s a pretty wild theory,” she murmurs, but her heart is racing.

renjun grins. “and yet, you’re not disagreeing.”

she exhales a soft laugh, shaking her head. “maybe because it doesn’t feel so crazy.”

for a moment, silence stretches between them, filled only by the sound of the stars breathing beyond the glass. then, renjun lifts his hand, pointing toward a bright star near the horizon.

“that one,” he says. “bet we made a wish on it before.”

y/n follows his gaze, staring at the distant light. and suddenly, she can almost remember—a night just like this one, a voice whispering the same words, the same warmth standing beside her.

she swallows. “what do you think we wished for?”

renjun turns to her, eyes glinting like stardust. “to find each other again.”

y/n’s breath catches.

because somehow, she already knows—

the wish came true.

— universe eight .ᐟ

the city is alive with the scent of rain, the pavement glistening under the golden glow of streetlights. y/n tugs her coat tighter around her shoulders as she rushes down the sidewalk, dodging puddles and people with umbrellas. she hadn’t meant to stay out so late, but something had kept her lingering—maybe the way the air smelled fresh after a storm, or the way the neon lights reflected off wet streets like scattered dreams.

and then—

she sees him.

standing at the edge of the sidewalk, just beneath a flickering streetlamp, renjun is drenched. his hoodie clings to him, raindrops trailing down his face, but he doesn’t seem to care. his hands are stuffed into his pockets, and he looks lost in thought—until his gaze lifts and meets hers.

time slows.

it’s ridiculous. she doesn’t know him. and yet, everything inside her screams that she does.

for a moment, neither of them move. the rain falls between them, a curtain of silver threads weaving them together. y/n’s breath is unsteady as she steps forward, drawn by something she doesn’t understand.

he watches her, eyes searching, like he’s trying to place a memory just out of reach. then, a soft laugh escapes his lips, barely audible over the rain.

“funny,” he murmurs.

y/n tilts her head. “what is?”

renjun’s smile lingers, wistful. “i feel like i’ve been looking for you.”

her heart stutters.

and maybe she’s crazy, maybe this is reckless, but she smiles back and says—

“i think you found me.”

and in the pouring rain, in the glow of the city’s heartbeat, something clicks into place.

like they’ve been here before.

like they’ll be here again.

— universe nine .ᐟ

y/n always loved quiet places. the kind where the world seemed to fall away, and all that remained was the peaceful hum of solitude. it was why she often visited the library late at night—when the fluorescent lights were dimmed and the shelves stood like ancient sentinels, guarding knowledge and secrets in their worn bindings.

she was walking down one of the quieter aisles, her fingers trailing along the spines of books she had no intention of reading, when she noticed him.

renjun was sitting at a table in the corner, the soft glow of his lamp casting a warm halo around him. he wasn’t reading, though. he was sketching.

y/n had never been the type to be drawn to artistic expression, but there was something captivating about the way his pencil danced across the paper. his brow furrowed in concentration, his lips slightly parted as if he was lost in a world of his own. it was like the world around him had fallen away, leaving only the soft scratch of lead on paper and the flow of his thoughts.

she didn’t mean to stare, but something about him felt so familiar—like she had been here before, in this exact moment, watching him create.

when he finally noticed her, a flash of surprise flickered in his eyes before it melted into something softer. a quiet smile spread across his face, and he gestured to the chair across from him.

“do you mind if i ask you something?” his voice was low, gentle, almost as if he wasn’t sure she’d answer.

y/n hesitated before nodding. she was curious now, drawn to the quiet intensity in his eyes.

“do you believe in connections?” he asked, his gaze never leaving hers. “in meeting someone, and just knowing them without words? like you’ve met before, but in a different time, a different place?”

the question struck her like a chord played just right. she felt the familiar pull in her chest, the same pull that had led her to him in every universe.

“i think i do,” she said softly.

renjun’s eyes softened, a warmth spreading across his face. “i knew it.”

for a moment, there was only silence between them. the kind of silence that was comfortable, like two souls understanding each other without needing to say anything more.

he reached for his sketchbook, and y/n couldn’t help but lean in a little closer. she saw what he had drawn: a simple line sketch of two figures under a streetlamp, their faces obscured but their connection clear. the lines were delicate but full of emotion, as if he had captured something unspoken.

“you’re in my drawings,” he murmured, almost to himself. “you’ve always been.”

y/n’s heart skipped.

“i think… i think you’ve been in my life too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

— universe ten .ᐟ

the scent of old books and coffee fills the air as y/n steps into the small, tucked-away bookshop. it’s the kind of place that feels like a secret, a little sanctuary for those who still loved the weight of a physical book in their hands. she always finds peace here, wandering the aisles, losing herself in stories both old and new.

today, though, there’s a difference in the air—a small, quiet hum, like the world is holding its breath.

as she turns a corner, she collides with someone.

“ah—sorry!” she says quickly, looking up at the person she’s bumped into.

it’s him.

renjun stands in front of her, a stack of books in his hands, his hair messy and his eyes wide with surprise. for a second, neither of them says anything. his gaze locks with hers, and y/n feels that same, unmistakable recognition.

“are you alright?” renjun asks softly, his voice filled with that quiet curiosity that always seems to pull her in.

y/n nods, a smile tugging at her lips. “i’m fine. i didn’t mean to—”

“no, i’m sorry,” he interrupts with a soft chuckle. “i wasn’t looking where i was going.”

he carefully sets the books down on a nearby shelf, then turns back to her. “i’m renjun,” he says, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

“i’m y/n,” she replies.

“i know,” he says, his smile widening with a knowing look. “i think i’ve known you for a while now.”

y/n blinks, confused for a moment. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he says, stepping closer, “i think we’ve met before. somewhere. maybe not here. but somewhere. maybe in the stories we both read. maybe in another time.”

her heart skips a beat. the way he says it—like it’s not just a passing thought, but something he’s carried with him, something he feels deeply—strikes her to the core.

“you’re right,” she whispers, barely above a breath. “it feels like we’ve been here before.”

renjun doesn’t say anything, but his gaze softens, and he steps closer again, closing the distance between them. he picks up one of the books from the shelf and hands it to her.

“it’s funny,” he says, his voice quiet but warm. “this book—i feel like i’ve read it with you. in another life. but you don’t remember, do you?”

y/n looks down at the cover. it’s a story she’s read before, and yet, it feels different in her hands now.

“i don’t,” she says softly, “but i think i want to read it with you.”

renjun’s smile deepens, and for the first time, she feels like she isn’t just part of this world—she’s part of something bigger, something that spans across time, across universes. and this time, maybe, she’ll remember.

their fingers brush as they hold the book together. and somehow, y/n knows—this is only the beginning of a story they’re meant to write together.

— universe eleven .ᐟ

the sky is painted with shades of gold and pink as the sun sets, casting a warm glow over the quiet park. y/n stands at the edge of the lake, her breath visible in the cool evening air. it’s one of those rare moments where everything seems to still, where the world is holding its breath in anticipation, and she feels… connected.

but to what?

to the land? to the water? to the stars above her?

to him.

she turns, the faintest smile tugging at her lips, as if the pull she’s always felt—an invisible thread that’s led her here—is finally tangible. there, standing beneath an ancient oak tree, is renjun.

it’s always been him.

no matter the time, the place, the universe—they have always found each other. but tonight, something about it feels different. deeper. more profound.

he steps toward her, his presence quiet and grounding, his gaze full of something she can’t quite name, but understands in every part of her being.

“i used to wonder if it was real,” he says softly, his voice a low melody that wraps around her heart. “this feeling. the one that says we’ve been here before. that somehow, no matter what life we live, we always find each other.”

y/n doesn’t answer. she doesn’t need to. the words have already been spoken between them a thousand times, in a thousand different ways. she feels the truth of it, pulsing between them, filling the space like a quiet symphony.

renjun reaches out, his hand gently brushing hers, and the moment their skin touches, the world around them seems to fade. the sound of the birds, the rustle of the leaves, the gentle lapping of the water—all of it is drowned out by the steady rhythm of their hearts beating in sync.

“i know you,” he whispers, as if the confession is both new and ancient. “in every universe, in every life. i’ve known you before the moment we met. and i will know you again.”

y/n’s breath hitches, her chest tightening with an emotion that feels too big to name. “you’re right,” she says, her voice breaking slightly. “i’ve always known you. i think i’ve always loved you, even when i didn’t remember. even when i couldn’t see it.”

for a moment, they simply stand there, hands tangled together, hearts intertwined in a way that feels timeless. the air between them is thick with something deeper than just love—it's like the very fabric of the universe itself has woven their souls together, stitching them through every existence, every reality.

“you don’t have to remember everything,” renjun murmurs, his forehead gently resting against hers. “you just have to remember this moment. right here. right now. that’s enough.”

her eyes close as she inhales deeply, the warmth of his presence filling her to the brim, the knowledge of his love surrounding her like a blanket. the world outside may shift and change, but this—this connection, this thread that binds them—remains unbroken, eternal.

“i will,” she whispers back. “i will remember. and i will keep finding you, no matter where we are.”

the wind stirs the leaves above them, and in the distance, a single star twinkles into existence, shining brightly in the twilight sky.

in this moment, there is no past, no future—only the now, and the feeling that everything is exactly as it should be.

because they’ve always been here, together. and they always will be.

the endless thread that ties them is never truly broken—it is woven through time and space, an unspoken promise, a love that never fades.

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