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It was a rather slow morning, one filled with freshly brewed coffee, crisply fried eggs and a side of still-sizzling bacon. To a casual observer, it seemed like a normal Saturday morning, however, it was anything but.

The eggs, while looking rather at its peak perfection, were burnt at the edges, and the bacon, while still sizzling, had a layer of oil still sitting on top, looking rather unappetizing. Moreover, the bread that currently occupied the slots in the toaster had already begun to char.

It was anything but a picture-perfect morning, and it seems like Yeonjun, who had woken up to the smell of his ideal breakfast, had noticed the moment he stepped foot into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, the toast is burning,” he said, looking rather concerned. yn, who stood in front of the toaster, still looking quite dazed, said nothing back to even acknowledge what was happening.

Worried that she might hurt herself, Yeonjun made his way over to her side, softly shaking her. And it seemed to have worked, as the look on her face changed to that of a look of recognition.

“Oh, no, what was I doing—“ soon, her face slowly contorted to a look of frustration, all while still gripping hard on the spatula that was in her hand.

“Sweetheart, baby, what’s wrong?”

Soon, the smell of burnt toast would make its way into the air, and almost overbearingly so, all the while the two people living in the apartment looked on frustration on her, and deep concern on him.

“yn, is everything okay?” Yeonjun tried once more, all while trying to ease the spatula out of her hands. “Here, let me get rid of this for you…”

And she let him.

He sat her down on the couch and took a seat next to her, all while holding her hands, gently stroking it, hoping to ease her out of whatever it was that had plagued her mind.

“Sweetheart?”

For the longest time, neither of them spoke.

“I’m just—“ she tried, the thoughts completely jumbled in her mind. “Just lost in my thoughts, I don’t know, just kind of lost in general, and—“

And she tried so hard.

There was just a sense of guilt, betrayal, but the familiarity of it all made it seem all-so natural to her. The dreams she had been having, the one singular man who had occupied her thoughts, and the age-long list of lives she had lived as had made it seem so normal.

You found your soulmate, the one person who harbours the soul of the person you’ve spent countless lives with—why are you still struggling?

Because life wasn’t easy to start with, as each and every struggle signified the life that she lived. Wasn’t that the case?

So why, why are you struggling, why are you still looking for a way out—why are you still hesitating?

Because Yeonjun existed, that’s why. If it had been anyone else, then she would have not hesitated, then she would have been determined to be with the one who owned half of her soul. But Yeonjun had her heart from the get-go, so how could she just leave him at the sight of a promise that was only made through lingering memories of what once was?

Because it’s your soulmate. The perfect fit for the shape of your soul. The missing piece.

The more she reasoned, the less sense it made, and—

—why was she still arguing?

“Hey, hey, take your time, sweetheart, I’m here,” he whispered, as he pressed a firm kiss on her knuckles. “We have all day, love.”

After a moment of silence on her part, she finally opened up, carefully testing out the words as she spoke them.

“I’ve…been having dreams…” she mumbled, resting her forehead against his chest. What kind of expression would he make if she had told him what her dreams were about? She hoped that he would understand, but in a situation like this, who would?

If the roles were reversed, would she believe him? Or would she look on at him in betrayal?

She definitely would—what kind of lunatic would talk about having past lives and then immediately tell their loved ones that they found their other half?

Or maybe he would, but that was wishful thinking. How could she expect him to forgive her when she wouldn’t do the same for him if their roles were reversed?

No, definitely not.

“…bad dreams…” these words were mumbled against the fabric of his shirt, and she could feel him move slowly to wrap an arm around her. How could he love her so unconditionally?

She could only chalk this up to bad dreams—because how else would she describe them? Ever since they started manifesting, the feeling of uneasiness never left her. So was it wrong to call them bad dreams?

Because they definitely weren’t nightmares.

“Then,” she heard him say, a little after, “let me chase your bad dreams away.”

Her eyes widened as she felt his hands gently holding her arms until she could see him—and she did. What she saw was him, his whole being radiating with such unconditional affection, and his eyes filled with love and compassion, so much so that unshed tears gathered so quickly that her vision became misty.

“Yeonjun—I—“

He shushed her in the most loving way possible, and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against the corners of her two eyes, carefully kissing away her tears. Moving down, his lips ghosted over her cheeks, casually pressing oh-so gentle kisses along the way.

They trailed further down, along her jaw, and up to her earlobe—she couldn’t help but blush as his lips caught a sensitive area behind her ear.

It ended up being overwhelming, but she kept her voice at a minimum, despite being in the comfort of their own home.

“Yeonjun—“

He smiled against her skin, and moved down along her neck, and finally, resting at the crook of her neck, where he left lingering butterfly kisses. He pressed one last kiss on her shoulder before he looked up at her.

Although still dazed, he figured that it was for a totally different reason, this time.

“Feeling better?”

yn nodded, not trusting her voice to say what she wanted because damn, that was seriously intense.

His smile only widened. “I’m glad.”

He pressed one final kiss against her lips before wrapping her up in a hug.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

With those words still fresh in her mind, she could ease away from the miasma of uneasy thoughts.

She would think about that later.

“Mmm, I love you, too.”

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

𖥔 NOTE jdfasdjf I tried my best with the tender moment ahhh, I don't write a lot of fluff and it SHOWS. //////////

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A vague morning—there were still pieces of her dreams lingering in the back of her head. It was an odd feeling, one that made her a little more skeptical than usual. Though most of her dreams were mellow and left her feeling rather fond of the sequences that played through, this morning’s dream left her with a strange taste in her mouth, and a sense of uneasiness.

Despite the strange sensation, she managed to go about her day. Her boyfriend, Yeonjun, greeted her in the morning before having breakfast together, and for a good portion of the early morning, the two had spent it giggling about, frankly, nothing. That time of the day was reserved for just the two of them, and it had been routine for a good portion of their co-habitation.

What had started off as a non-frequent morning greeting at 7am from a loving boyfriend who gave amazing back hugs and butterfly kisses became something more frequent and a precious moment for them.

It was a scenery she was familiar with—the scent of roses, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. From around her, she could see an endless sea of wildflowers growing among the brightly-coloured grass, and the garden that surrounded her seemed to go on endlessly.

It was like a scene in a movie, a noblewoman making her way among the flowers in the garden that was gifted to her by her husband, no less, as a wedding gift. She remembered reading those outrageously-romantic novels in her spare time and wondered if any of this was inspired by her habit of reading when things got boring.

But the familiarity didn’t stem from a sense of acknowledgement—it wasn’t like the scene was familiar because she read about it, no. It was a familiarity that was gained through experience. She had lived through this before, she thought.

Behind the garden was a tree, one that had stood there for hundreds of years. The husbands of the family would, year after year, pay their respects to the tree because of the magic it bestowed upon the family when their ancestors rescued the little woodland fairy from danger, or so the legends said.

And yet, she had vivid memories of this exact tree being burned down not long after they reached their late 40s, and it had caused the family everything. Her husband, though devastated, promised that no matter what happened, he would love her, and they spent the rest of their lives as common folk and promised that they would find each other in the next life.

Or something along those lines. But those scenes weren’t in the dream but in her memories.

This was just one of many dreams that she had experienced in the past year. In others, she was a poor peasant, only to stumble across a nobleman by some good luck and ended catching his attention. Years later, they ended up getting married and had two kids who were the pride and joy of her family.

It was only later on that she realized that he was a duke—being a duchess wasn’t that bad, and it wasn’t like she was not smart enough to manage the entire duchy, but still…

They lived a happy life, and passed away in their sleep on their 80th birthday, together, promising to find each other again.

Perhaps the fondest dream was the one of the rather frail artist who had fallen in love with his muse. His paintings were the subject of a wide range of debate because even though everyone knew that he had a muse, they had never seen her in real life. He spent most of his life hiding her because he was afraid of what the world would do once they found her existence.

But unfortunate would befall them, as his muse, the love of his life, would fall prey to an overly jealous artist who wanted his muse for himself, and she ended up drinking the very poison that was meant for him.

He swore that he would find her once more…

There were more, many more, and each time she woke, the feeling of loneliness would linger…

Even though she knew she wasn’t alone. She felt as though she was invalidating her own relationship with her boyfriend by having vivid dreams about another man, but every time she woke, she would remind herself that the lives she dreamed of were someone else’s.

She was having dreams about someone else’s life, despite all the familiarity.

She looked over at her boyfriend of five years, sound asleep beside her—he looked so peaceful like that. Every smile he offered her made her heart swell with happiness. He was such a loving boyfriend, and she loved him for it.

She reached out to him, and gently caressed his face. Yes, this was her life. Not those washed-up romance novel recreations she had been dreaming about.

“…yn...?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and stared down at her boyfriend, who blinked at her. She could see him struggling to blink the sleep from his eyes as he crawled up, rubbing his eyes vigorously.

“Jjunie?”

He languidly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his arms. “What are you doing up? Did you have a nightmare?”

She could feel her heart swelling at the sound of the gentle concern that was present in his voice, despite the sleepiness, and she sighed contentedly against his chest.

“No…I was just deep in thought, Jjunie.”

He hummed.

“Think later, sleep now.”

Yes, this was her life.

She couldn’t help but smile more at his soft demands, and the both of them fall back against their pillows.

“I love you, Jjunie.” It came out as a whisper, and despite it being rather soft, she could hear him reply back, just as softly.

“Mm…love you too…”

And she was lulled to sleep by his gentle snores.

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

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yn

A 26-year-old who works as an editor for an online magazine company. She enjoys reading, especially of the romance variety, and occasionally dabbles a variety of hobbies. For the past year, she’s been having vivid dreams of women’s lives she’s never met, and though she doesn’t voice it, it does bother her. She can be a little stubborn and hard to handle at times, but she does wholeheartedly love her boyfriend, whom she’s been dating for five years. They moved in together after dating for three years.

Yeonjun

A 26-year-old manager at a successful company. He’s a very hardworking individual who prides himself on his work but is also a very loving boyfriend to yn. They met back in middle school, but went their separate ways during high school, and finally reconnected in university during their first year. For most of his university years, he was hesitant to approach her, not knowing she felt the same about him, and finally got together after their final year in university. After spending three years together, they finally bought a small apartment together.

Sunghoon

A 27-year-old executive at a technology firm. He came from a modest background and worked until he was able to reach where he is currently. Though a stickler to rules, he’s not opposed to bending the rules for purposes that might suit the vast majority. Outside of work, he’s a pretty soft guy who enjoys lounging on his couch and watching old movies. His girlfriend lives with him, and they’ve been together for three years. He, too, has reoccurring dreams about random men’s lives, but they don’t bother him as much.

Ruka

Sunghoon's 25-year-old girlfriend. She’s the daughter of the man who owns one of the best wineries in the country. She wishes to marry for love instead of for economical reasons. Her father was initially very angry at her for running away from her appointed fiancé, but he grew to understand her. She doesn’t act spoiled and doesn’t take her wealth for granted, and is generally a very respectable young woman.

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

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It's a written fic this time! No social media posts involved c:

❛❛ Find You Again ❜❜ MASTERLIST

𖥔 PARING(S) sunghoon x yn, yeonjun x yn, sunghoon x oc

𖥔 GENRE angst, romance, bittersweet, reincarnation au

𖥔 SYNOPSIS yn has been vividly dreaming about the lives of women she's never met, and yet, they all feel oddly familiar, almost as though she's lived through them before. Odder yet, in every dream, a vision of a man she claimed to love also exists so fondly in the women's memories.

Upon a chance encounter with a young man, memories of her past lives flash in her mind, and those oddly familiar dreams she's been having suddenly make sense.

Life presents them with two choices: will they follow their fated path and fall in love, or will their end the chain of fate?

𖥔 WARNINGS angst, allegations of cheating, reincarnation

𖥔 FEATURING enhypen members

𖥔 STATUS ongoing

𖥔 NOTES

𖦁 please note that these are NOT the actual representations of the idols 𖦁 ages of members are adjusted for convenience

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𖥔 CHAPTER

01 Vivid memories 02 Found you 03 Insecurity ...

Sorry for the lack of updates, been trying to rework the plot to better fit the story because I kept on going off my plot plan. It's still in development. (I'm not going to revamp the story, but I will be making some adjustments to the characters to better fit the story, it's mostly just poor planning on my part.) I've also been struggling with writer's block because my brain's fried.

IRL has also been kicking my butt, so I'm going to be writing even slower orz

So while HYB is in renovation mode, "Find You Again" a reincarnation AU will be in the works. It will be a much smaller project to hopefully get me back to writing again. Each chapter will be short and manageable, and it will be completely written, no social media inclusion at all.