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Yeonjun had always wondered what he’d feel like the moment he saw them. It was in his second year of high school in which the name scribbled its way into the skin of his forearm, embedded there forever like a tattoo. It was a reminder and a promise, bringing him hope that someday he would meet the only person destined to understand him like no other. He’d always wondered what it would feel like- everyone saying the cheesiest things like sparks flew and the butterflies ate you up. For the most part, this was true- but Yeonjun was left with nothing but confusion when faced with a reality he hadn’t expected.
“So you’re not Choi Soobin?” The blue haired boy questioned, completely dumbfounded as the beautiful male right in front of him with dimples stared back at him with wide doe eyes and a panicked expression. He was clutching the strap of his messenger bag that was hanging from his shoulder, looking ready to bolt away any second.
“I am.” He spoke barely above a whisper, his eyebrows furrowing just the slightest as he cleared his throat. “Why?” Soobin’s grip on his bag tightened, seeming to be a bit stressed as Yeonjun had taken a step closer.
“You’re my s-“
“I am not!” Soobin raised his voice higher as he denied the declaration once again, making Yeonjun step back into his previous spot. The last thing he wanted to do was scare the other away although there was a misunderstanding. “I’m unnamed.” He stated quickly but timidly, breaking their eye contact and averting his gaze elsewhere, anywhere but at him.
Yeonjun was in complete shock. For all he knew, he saw Soobin, the name engraved in his skin did the sparkle thing like everyone else’s does around their soulmate and apparently the man is unnamed? Being unnamed meant that you never got a name written on your body and you’re left to find your soulmate all on your own amongst other unnamed.
“You’re unnamed?” He asked, tilting his head to the side in disbelief. He pushed the sleeve of his sweater back up, taking a glance at his arm. The same look of confusion was still etched into his features. He only received a nod in response before the taller boy with the fairest skin threw him a wave before taking off at the speed of light with the excuse of having to get to class.
“Well that’s a relief.” Yeonjun muttered to himself. A strange thing to say considering what had just happened, but the fact that who he thought was his soulmate was in fact a boy made Yeonjun breathe a little easier. He was worried that Choi Soobin would be a girl, and he had been attracted to males his whole life the last time he checked. However, this wasn’t his Choi Soobin- so could he really be relieved? “I don’t buy it.” He shrugged, still watching the figure of the dark haired boy as he disappeared from his eyesight.
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“And then he just ran away.” The bluenette huffed, crossing his arms on top of the table in front of him before resting his head on them. “He’s so pretty.” He muttered, pouting softly. “What if he’s straight?” Yeonjun blinked once, gasping and coming to the sudden realization that this could be a very high possibility. “Oh my god, my soulmate is a het!” He groaned, stuffing his face into the sleeves of his sweater. “This is tragic.”
“Wait, but dude- what if /you’re/ straight?” Beomgyu posed before taking a bite out of his food.
Yeonjun immediately sat up, sending his best friend the look, restraining the urge to bop the back of his head. “That makes no fucking sense.”
Beomgyu paused for a moment in thought before nodding in agreement. “I guess you’re right… unless-“
“Beomgyu, please tell me you are not serious.” Yeonjun slapped his palm to his forehead, a headache bound to simmer in.
“We have to consider all the possibilities. Just like how the Earth could very well be flat.” Beomgyu stated matter of factly, no hint of humor in his tone.
He scoffed. “You know what? I’m straight. I’m heterosexual.” Yeonjun agreed, sarcasm leaking in his voice as he shook his head.
The blonde shot him an amused grin. “That’s the spirit!” The two broke off into laughter Beomgyu nearly choking on his food resulting in Yeonjun slamming his fist into his back and Beomgyu wincing in pain. “No, but on a serious note,” Beomgyu sputtered, still catching his breath. “You should try to talk to him again.”
Yeonjun had considered the idea already. The semester had just started and there were new faces everywhere. But there were always new faces on this campus- so that didn’t help him whatsoever. “Yeah, if I can find him.” He sighed.
“Oh, I don’t think it’ll be that hard for you.” Beomgyu snickered. “Choi Soobin?” He questioned. The older rolled up his sleeve, the name exposed to the blonde who quirked his eyebrows up and smirked. “Dont worry Hyung, I’m sure you’ll see him again real soon.”