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She inwardly snorted. The teacher took a moment to fix his tie, the student’s attention solely on him.

“The notion is very simple, exactly one year after you get the first dream, you’ll meet your soulmate. For that entire year, the dream will repeat itself every single time you fall asleep, it’s inevitable, so don’t try to fight it. You can go talk with the counsellor or even get a therapist if the dream gets too hard for you to handle, so please, if you don’t think you can get by on your own, reach out for help, you’re not alone, we all go through this at one point in our life, and it’s better to talk about it than to suck it up.”

The bell rung.

“We’ll be talking about the history of soulmates and the process of dreams in more depth next class, you’re all free to go.”

She hugged the book closer to her body, walking through the university hallways with practised ease, having already spent two years there.

She slowly made her way to the bus stop, sitting on the little bench to wait for her bus to arrive. Her mobile started ringing, and she fished it out of her bag, instantly smiling the second she saw the familiar name in the caller ID. She answered.

“Hi love, where are you right now?” The deep voice made her shiver.

“I just got out of my last class for the day, I’m waiting for the bus to go back home. You?”

“I’m picking you up so we can go home together, I’m done for the day. Look up.”

She did exactly that and, indeed, she saw the familiar tall figure on the other side of the street.

She smiled, instantly ending the call, and looking both sides before crossing the street and launching into his open arms, him easily hugging her body and picking her up until she was a good 20 centimetres away from the floor.

“I’ve missed you so much.” She whispered in his ear, feeling him smile into her shoulder. “Now that I’ve grown used to always having you around, I never want to go another full month without seeing you, it’s too long.”

“I agree, next time I’m taking you with me.” He let her go and set her back on the pavement, taking his scarf off and wrapping it around her neck, making it cover the entire lower half of her face. “Your nose is freezing, let’s go home.”

She smiled, taking the hand he was offering her without any doubt.

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She had just turned 4 the night she had her first dream. Her parents always said it took hours to calm her down whenever she woke up from the dreams, she kept crying and crying, and she only calmed down when she tired herself enough to fall asleep again. She didn’t remember a thing, just a flash of a distinctive bright green colour, and that was it.

And one year later, that exact day, a tall, dark haired boy had helped her up in the park when she had fallen from the swing, fixing her hair and giving her a hug. She had seen a flash of white as her skin touched the boy’s. They broke the hug to see their mothers gaping at them, having seen all of the signs.

“I’m Choi Seunghyun. I’m ten, and I’m your soulmate.”

He was eleven years old when the two of them found each other. He did remember every single detail of his dreams, but never told her a thing about them, pretending they had never happened. Or that he simply didn’t remember them at all.

The two of them met every single day at the park, sometimes they played, sometimes they talked, most of the time they just lied down on the grass and tried to find figures in the cloud, making up stories about princesses that slayed dragons and princes locked up in castles, because he said that princesses weren’t the only ones that needed saving.

He took care of her, never letting her fall or get bullied, making sure she were happy and entertained, always with a loving smile and tender words, even if she  was too young to understand what soulmates were, more than the fact that she felt really happy and safe when she was with him.

She always asked him why he still hanged out with her, she had heard the boys in his class call him lame for spending so much time with a girl six years younger than him. He just told her he liked her a lot, and he loved to spend time with her most favourite person in the entire world. He never mentioned the bullying, or the way his weight started to climb from eating his concerns away. He only wanted her to be as happy as she deserved to be, without any worries.

Then, suddenly, when she was 10, her dad died. She could remember his arm surrounding her small body as she cried at the burial, her mum speaking to friends and family.

Her mum, devastated and alone with a ten year old daughter in a foreign country, decided to move back to her home country, and she had to go with her.

There were a lot of tears, from both of them went they were told.  Seunghyun was about to lose the think that made him happiest, and she was about to be away from the only person she had constantly had right next to her every day for most of her life. It wasn’t fair.

But, fair or not, it happened. They had a tearstained goodbye in the airport, and her and her mum almost missed their flight because they were unable to stop hugging and crying.

The next few years went by with big telephone bills for their parents, since they talked at least once every couple of days, trying to feel the other closer to them.

She struggled learning the new language, complaining about how everything was weird, the traditions and culture where different, the food was not as tasty, and she missed his comforting presence next to her.

He started to dedicate most of his time to his music, becoming a somewhat important underground rapper. People were still bullying him for his size, but since now he was cooler, the bullying wasn’t so bad.

And then, his old middle school friend Jinyoung contacted him, talking about being an idol trainee, and debuting, and fame.

Seunghyun told her about it, and she encouraged him to do it, saying she could hear it in his voice how much he wanted to do it, and that she was going to be there for him every step of the way, even if she couldn’t be there with him.

They saw each other face to face for the first time in eight years in a practice room in the YG building. Seunghyun, now known as T.O.P. By the entire world had already established as one of the biggest Kpop Idols, having debuted with Big Bang and gotten famous and well loved by fans during those years.

Her mum had kept her promise: the second she was done with secondary school, she had booked her the plane tickets for her to go back to Seoul.  And that night, as soon as Seunghyun’s Skype changed from red to green, she called him. He could see the excitement in her face, and that made him smile.

“I’m going to Korea!” She said as soon as he said hello, making him smile in joy.

They had been counting the days since that Skype call, finishing details and smiling at the other’s happiness.

His manager had picked her up from the airport, because as much as he’d wanted to put up a fight and pick her up himself, he knew that wouldn’t be sensible, and driven her to the building, taking her to the room where the group members where rehearsing for their comeback.

T.O.P. had turned around the second he heard the door open, and the both stood there gobsmacked, staring at each other for a several seconds, before reacting and running for the other, meeting in the middle, his arms enveloping her, and her face smashed against the fabric of his shirt. The other members had whistled, and everyone had left the practise room laughing to let them be.

T.O.P. broke the hug first, really taking the way she looked in.

“You’ve grown up so much!” He said with a smile, reaching to push her hair away from her face, caressing her cheek. “But you’re still as tall as when you were 10.” She punched his arm and he laughed.

“And you’re so tall! And skinny!” She saw something peeking out from under his beanie, and jumped up to rip it off. “Your hair is blue!” She exclaimed, dropping the beanie to the ground.

“You don’t like it?” He run his fingers through his hair, self-consciously.  She shook her head.

“I love it, it suits you.” They both smiled at each other, and the next second, his lips where on top of hers, kissing her with all the pent up love and passion he’d been saving for her and only her.

“I’m so in love with you.” She whispered, her eyes still closed. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time now, but I didn’t know exactly what it was.”

“I love you too.” T.O.P. said, pecking her forehead. “I’ve been in love with you ever since you were 5 and you fell from that swing.”

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They were laying together on the couch, some movie neither of them was watching playing on the background, both too occupied with each other to pay attention to it.

He was playing with her hair, twisting it and the letting it go, before doing it all over again, and she was playing with the fingers of his free hand, both of them staring into each other’s eyes, talking without saying a word. It always drove everybody crazy, how the two could have full conversations without letting out a sound, so in tune with each other one look was all it took to convey a message.

“We’re planning a comeback for next month.” His voice broke the comfortable silence. “Jinyoung has some really cool stuff for this record, and I can’t wait for you to hear it.”

“I trust his musical genius.” She smiled, and he leaned down to kiss her softly.  “I can’t say the same about wardrobe, though, it always looks like the stylist was smoking something before deciding your outfits.” He snorted.

“Are you still waiting?” His voice sounded, and she turned around to see his tall figure standing by the door, removing his shoes.

“Your hair is green!” She exclaimed, sitting up and instantly running to him, making him lean down so she could run her fingers through it, making him shiver from the feeling. “It’s still as soft as ever.” He kissed her lips.

“Of course it is, you won’t let me not take care of it.” She rolled her eyes, hugging him.

“Want to go out for dinner?” She nodded, and instantly run to change.

Walking hand in hand on the street was a second nature to them now, after so many years together. They were softly talking about their days, when suddenly, someone jumped in front of them, gun in hand, and T.O.P. instantly hid her smaller body behind his.

There were no words said, no explanations given. One second they were laughing happily and, the next, he was falling to the ground, his attacker running away swiftly.

She gasped in shock, and instantly cradled his body between her arms.

“Seunghyun Oppa! Oppa!” She cried, trying to put pressure onto the gaping hole in his stomach, blood staining her hands. She could hear people around screaming for help, one person calling for an ambulance. “Please, Oppa, please, hold on, please, I love you!”

He coughed, some blood dribbling through his parted lips.

“Love, love, please.” He grabbed her hands as tightly as he could. “Don’t do it. Please don’t do it. I know it’ll be hard, but you can’t do it, okay?” He was gasping for air. “Promise me. Promise me you’ll try, promise. I love you”

She let go of his hand to run her fingers through his hair, cupping his face and kissing him with all the love she had. And when she let go of his face suddenly the paramedics where loading him onto a gurney and yelling at each other, one of them guiding her into the ambulance.

Once in the hospital, she run next to the gurney as far as the let her before stopping her, and she took a last look at him before falling to the floor in shock.

That’s when it hit her. Bright red blood, on his bright pale skin, and his bright green hair.

She knew he was gone.

For the second time in fifteen years, she was in a funeral, arms holding her body against another warm one. Seunghyun was holding her tightly as she cried, patting her back and trying to comfort her as best as he could. But it wasn’t enough, not this time.

Because the arms were not the right ones, and his height wasn’t right. And it wasn’t her Seunghyun, not this time.

“Seungri, we need to get going to the press conference.” Daesung told the maknae, who let go of the hug, rubbing her arm up and down.

This time, her Seunghyun, the light that shone brightly on her life, the stable figure that had always been there for her was laying on a wooden coffin. He would never be there to hug here close, to play with her hair. He would never be there to pick her up and spin her around. He wouldn’t be there to get married to her, they would never have children. He wouldn’t be there to grow old with her. He would never be there to kiss her every day, and hug her every night, and tell her he loved her every single moment.

Because he was gone.

She tried, she really tried to live her life.

Seunghyun had left everything he owned to her, so she had enough money to live comfortably without working for the rest of her life, if she wanted, but still she kept her job as a library assistant, working quietly every morning, going home, and then going to classes every afternoon.

She finished her last two years in university, graduating as top of her class, and getting showered with job offers.

She went to visit his grave every single weekend, leaving trinkets for him every single time.

She really did try to live her life.

She tried so hard.

But one day, she got tired of trying, and understood his words.

“I know it’ll be hard, but you can’t do it, okay?”

She bit her lower lip, hugging herself tightly, her body wrapped in one of his old jumpers.

“I tried. I really tried.” She whispered, taking a step forward.

And then she flew.

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“No one really knows how it came to be, what caused the genetic modification that started the dreams. The only thing we know is, about 100 years ago, people started to see their soulmates in their dreams, and one year later, they met them. Some people say it’s cruel, some say it’s not fair.” The professor stopped once again to sigh.

“But some time in your lives, you’ll all have a dream where you’ll live your soulmate’s death.  And that death can’t be cheated, even though many people have tried. Nature normally makes the dreams occur when you’re this age so you’ll remember them, just imagine meeting your soulmate when you’re really young, but then having to live your entire life not knowing your soulmate’s fate, just because you were too young to remember it.”

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She buried her face in the pillow as soon as she had crawled onto the bed, biting her lip to stop the tears from falling.

That day she’d seen two soulmates find each other for the first time ever, both clocks dinging the second their eyes met. The boy had been in her class since kindergarten, and his soulmate was a transfer student from another city that had started school that very day. They’d hugged instantly, and she’d been able to catch a glimpse of their white numbers.

She looked at her wrist, black numbers mocking her: It read 25 years.

She spent more time that she’d like to admit thinking about her soulmate. Would they be a boy or a girl? Who tall would they be? Would they have short or long hair? Would they like music and have no problem with her playing the violin at really early hours in the morning?

She’d see the girls in her class show each other their timers and giggle, going on and on about how awesome meeting their soulmate, and she’d keep her wrist covered at all times, too embarrassed to let the other see it and know she was a freak.

She couldn’t understand what the point of having a soulmate was, if she’d meet them when she was over 30 years old.

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“Good job, guys, the choreography looks really nice and clean. Kyuhyun, you look incredibly awkward when you dance, please practice your faces in front of a mirror for the next couple of days, okay?”

“Yes, teacher. Thank you!” Everybody answered, and Donghae dropped to the ground, plopping his head onto Eunhyuk’s lap.

“I’m dying, Hyukie. I can’t feel my legs.” He whined, to everyone’s amusement.

“You’re being a drama queen, Hae.”

“Am not. I’m just extremely tired and can’t wait to go to sleep. Besides, we’ve been up since….”

“OW!”

The loud, pained sound made everybody turn around, and see Kyuhyun on the floor, on his knees, holding his wrist tightly to his body, eyes closed in agony. Leeteuk quickly run to his side.

“What is it Kyuhyun? What’s wrong?”

“The clock.” Kyuhyun muttered between clenched teeth. “It’s shifting, It hurts so much!” Teardrops started making their way down his cheeks. Leeteuk grabbed his body, forcing him to lean onto his chest as he tried to stop him from injuring himself.

After about ten minutes, the pain stopped as abruptly as it had arrived. Everyone was looking at them intently. Kyuhyun let his eyes wander to his wrist, his face falling immediately, and he started sobbing as Leeteuk hugged him.

“I don’t understand, hyung! Why!?? Why me? I don’t get it! Why?”

It took about half an hour for Leeteuk to calm Kyuhyun enough for him to stop crying and fall asleep. And only when Leeteuk signalled it was okay, the other members started to move.

Siwon instantly walked to them and covered Kyuhyun’s sleeping form with his jacket, softly carding his fingers through his hair.

“What happened?” Ryeowook asked. “Is it… red?” Everyone tensed. The clock only went red when the person’s soulmate had died. Leeteuk shook his head and everyone relaxed a little bit.

“It went up by ten years.” Leeteuk whispered, and the rest of the members looked at Kyuhyun’s relaxed face, pity showing on their features.

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She looked around the airport, taking everything in. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She must’ve been out of her mind. Sudden, strong arms hugging her made her panic for a second, but she relaxed as soon as she saw a face she recognised from pictures.

“You’re so much taller in real life!” The woman hugging her exclaimed. No, she wasn’t. She was only 1.60 meters tall. “And so much skinnier! You look just like your grandma!”

She smiled softly as the woman let her go, instantly bowing to them.

“Hello Uncle and Auntie, please take care of me.” Her words sounded slightly accented and awkward, not having spoken the language since her grandmother passed away ten years ago.

“Oh, we’re so happy you’re here! Let’s go home so you can some sleep, you look really tired” Her uncle took her bags and they started walking.

The apartment was really nice, spacious, bright and homey. She removed her shoes and followed her aunt.

“This is the living room, and that’s the kitchen. Our bedroom is that way, and here is your bedroom, you have your own bathroom, so you can be comfortable. Min Ah doesn’t come home very often… or at all, really, so we redecorated it for you, I hope you like it! I’ll leave you alone so you can shower and start unpacking, I’ll call you in a couple of hours for dinner.”

Her aunt closed the door, leaving her alone.

The room looked really nice. A single bed against the wall, a sofa underneath the window, which had a wonderful view of the Han River and the park. There was a desk for her to study at and a closet for her clothes. The bedding and the curtains were pink, but the walls had been left bare for her to decorate. She sighed, opening her biggest suitcase and taking out a picture, setting it onto the desk.

Coming here for university was the right choice, she tried to convince herself. Getting in touch with her grandma’s culture was a good thing. She sighed, getting her toiletries and going to take a shower, quickly drying her body, and changing into comfortable clothes. She was brushing her hair when a quick pain on her wrist made her drop the brush. She looked at it and smiled at the change.

5 years, 147 days.

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Kyuhyun stared at his clock, thinking that maybe, now he understood his friends when they had counted the hours until they met their soulmates. He only had 3 years until he’d meet his soulmate, 2 of them he would spend in military service, and he was getting more and more nervous. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the window, listening to the others bickering in the van, making their way home from a music show.

Out of nowhere, the van began to swerve, and suddenly, he blacked out.

When he came back to consciousness, he was laying on the side of the rode. His entire body ached and there was something wrong with his breathing. He tried to turn his head, but couldn’t move at all.

“Oh god, please let everyone be okay.” He felt the burning pain in his wrist. “I hope they’ll be okay. I’m so sorry I won’t be able to meet them.” He could hear Eunhyuk screaming in the distance, but he was too far gone to stay awake.

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She suddenly woke up to a sharp pain in her wrist. She knew this pain, this had happened once before, almost ten years ago. She bit her lip and instantly turned on the light, clutching at her arm, and staring at it in horror.

All she could read were red 0s.

How? How could that be? Just a couple of hours ago it red three years, two months and seven days. Something had gone horribly wrong.

Then, the numbers went back to black, and started climbing up.

1 day, 2 days, three days.

Red.

Again, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.

Red.

10, 15, 21-

0.

“”C’mon!” She yelled at it, desperately. Every time the clock went back to zero she felt a pain in her chest. She saw it climb up to 30 before going back to zero. “Don't you dare die, you idiot!” She was crying, and could hear her aunt asking if she was alright, but couldn’t pay attention to anything else.

The numbers started climbing again, going past 30, and settled in 93 days. She still couldn’t relax, she had seen it drop so many times that night, and she wouldn’t be okay for a while.

She finally allowed herself to relax when she woke up the next morning and the clock still read 93 days. The rush of relief and happiness she felt was like nothing she’d ever felt before.

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“You know what the doctor said, Kyuhyun, you can’t be so active. Your lungs aren’t going to be fully functioning until your ribs are healed.” Heechul scolded Kyuhyun as he walked around the dorm slowly.

“But I’m okay, hyung, it’s not like the last time.” Everyone in the room went serious. “Argh, really, I’m okay, it’s just a couple broken ribs, I’ve had worst and I’m still alive.”

Eunhyuk helped him back to the couch, messing up his hair.

“You scared me so much, you brat, I can’t believe you flew out of the car again.” Eunhyuk muttered, and Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.

“I’m fine, really! Now c’mon, sit here and eat you fried chicken, hyungs, I’ve been locked up in the hospital for three months I need some relax.”

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“Auntie, did you get a package for me?” She asked, leaning her body over the kitchen counter to steal a piece of kimbap. Her aunt slapped her hand away, but she still popped it into her mouth.

“No, I didn’t.” The phone rung, and her aunt turned around to answer, as she sneaked another piece of kimbap into her mouth. “The neighbour called. They got your package a couple of hours ago, and he left home but just remembered, he said one of his dongsaengs is home now if you want to pick it up.”

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right there”

She opened the door, walked a couple of steps, and rang the doorbell. She suddenly remembered she hadn’t checked her clock today, and paled as she did so, watching the countdown: 12 seconds, 11 seconds, 10 seconds, 9 seconds…

“Hi! Teukie hyung told me someone was coming to pick up a package” A thin, tall man stood in front of her, holding her package. She couldn’t get any words out. Suddenly, he looked up and…

TING!

Both of them stared at the other in shock, down to their wrist, where their clocks sat, numbers completely white, and back at each other.

Kyuhyun had a huge smile on his face, but he was shocked when she began crying. He pulled her inside the apartment, hugging her closer to his body.

“What’s wrong? What is it?” He urged her, caressing her back to make her calm down.

“You died twice about ten years ago! And seven times a couple of months ago! Do you know how scared I was!? The clock went red too many times, and I couldn’t help you, I couldn’t do anything! I was so afraid I would lose you before I even met you!!” She fisted his shirt, trying to take everything in.

“I’m here, I’m right here now.” He guided them both to the couch, hugging her frame as tightly as he could without making his ribs ache. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m sorry. I’m right here”

And when his hyungs found them hours later, still hugging and in the same position, he gave them a glare with so many promises of death, wrath and pain if they interrupted, that they all scattered as quickly as they could.

Haruman naege sigani itdamyeon

Dalkomhan ni hyanggie chwihaeseo

Gonhi nan jamdeulgopa

Ppakppakhan seukejul saie gihoega itdamyeon

ttaseuhago gipeun nun ane mom damgeugopa

You gasped out loud as you heard the loud voice echoing inside your head, and half the class turned around to see what had happened. You blushed and looked downwards, trying to focus back on your notes, but you knew it was futile.

“So, what were they singing? Is it a boy or a girl?” Your best friend asked excitedly once you exited the classroom.

“I don’t know” you half sobbed, hiding your pout behind your hands as you dropped your head down.

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I couldn’t understand a word he was saying, it wasn’t any language I knew!”

“So it’s a boy! Oh, how wonderful. Was he on pitch? My soulmate sounds like he’s murdering kittens every time he opens his mouth. Last night he sung the Macarena for half an hour straight, I was starting to go insane!”

“Marie, focus! Didn’t you listened to what I just said?? He’s not from here? Or any country that speaks a language I understand!!” You pouted even more, tears gathering in your eyes. “What am I going to do? How am I supposed to find him?!”

“You need to keep an ear open, and try to get at least a few sounds to google and discover which language it is!” Marie answered, and got up from her seat. “I’m going home, see you later! Bye!” You half-heartedly waved her goodbye and started walking back home.

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“Let’s see” You wrote the couple words you were able to identify in the Google search bar and clicked search, pushed your chair back a little bit, closed your eyes and leaned your head back.

Your soulmate was still singing the exact same song. Well, not exactly singing, it was more like a pseudo sing, pseudo rap kind of thing that, you had to admit sounded really well, except for the fact that it was three in the morning and all you wanted to do was go to sleep because you had a class in six hours, and he was still singing the same song over and over again, sometimes switching to other songs but always coming back to that one.

You opened your eyes and looked at the desktop screen. “Korean language: how to”, “Be fluent in Korean in 6 months” “what does haruman mean in Korean?”

“My soulmate is Korean?” you stared at the screen in disbelief. “Oh god, why do this kind of things always happen to me? Why couldn’t he be British, or Spanish, so at least we could understand each other?” You moaned and knocked your forehead against your desk. “Well, I guess I’ll have to learn Korean”

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The story of my life

I take her home

I drive all night

To keep her warm

And time is frozen

Suga groaned in frustration tugging his own hair.

“I guess you don’t like your soulmate’s song choice, huh hyung?” Jimin stared at him from where he was sitting in the waiting room.

“She’s been singing the same One Direction song for the last two hours. It’s driving me mad, I’ve already memorised the lyrics”

The rest of the boys snickered.

“Well, my soulmate’s been singing War of Hormone for days now, I guess she figured out my voice.” Jin said smiling. “She’s a terrible singer, though. Can’t stay in tune to save her own life.”

“At least she doesn’t sing at four in the morning. What is she even doing up at four in the morning?” Suga whined and closed his eyes to try and get some sleep.

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“That’s it for today’s lesson. Remember you need to turn in your papers on the importance of politics in business next Friday!” Your professor said as you started gathering your stuff.

“Thank you professor Park, see you next week!” You smiled, bowing from your waist as you left the auditorium.

After two years of studying you finally had enough comprehension of the Korean language to be extremely fluent in it, and if your lack of knowledge about some cultural things, or some slang words or phrases used by people your age, hadn’t given you away, most people would’ve thought you had been speaking Korean since you were a little child.

“HEY!! Are you ready for tonight” Ji Eun asked. She was your roommate, who had been on an exchange in your class during high school. You two had instantly clicked, and you didn’t hesitate to contact her when your transfer became official, and she’d instantly said you two could rent an apartment and move in together. You’d been living in Seoul for a week, so this’d be the first real outing you’d have with her.

“What are we doing, again?” You shook your head as you tried to concentrate, which was proving to be difficult since your soulmate was rapping in the background in your mind.

“I’m going to use you.” You stared at her in disbelief and worry, and she laughed. “It’s nothing bad or illegal, you idiot. Today one of my favourite groups is making their comeback, and YOU are going to pull the foreigner card and get us inside that filming studio.”

You weren’t actually sure how that was going to work for both of you, but didn’t protest as she dragged you towards the nearest underground station.

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“My soulmate’s been humming Hate by 4Minute the entire afternoon” Rap Monster said with a fond smile. “I guess that’s her response to our practise schedule.”

“Mine’s been unusually quiet this last couple of days.” Suga muttered, worry visible on his face.

“She must be really busy, don’t worry. It’s the start of the school year, everyone is still getting used to classes and stuff.” J-hope assured him, fixing his mic.

“Bangtan, you’re on in 5 minutes” a stage manager poked his head through the door, and everyone acknowledge him instantly, standing up and walking towards the door.

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“Oh my god, I can’t believe it actually worked.” Ji Eun whispered in your ear, shaking from excitement.

“I can’t believe you made me act like I didn’t understand a thing they were saying.” You answered with another whisper.

Ji Eun’s group was performing live on air, so you two were waiting for them to appear.

“What’s the group’s name again?” You asked.

“Bangtan Sonyeondan” She whispered back. “You are going to love them.”

Then, in a flurry of quick moves, seven boys stood on the dark stage as they got ready to perform.  The song started slow, and then picked up the beat. It actually sounded really good, and you were following the rhythm with your head when suddenly…

Today the moon shines brighter

On the blank spot in my memories

It swallowed me, this lunatic,

Please save me tonight

(Please save me tonight,

Please save me tonight)

Within this childish madness

You will save me tonight

You gasped, your mouth falling open as the voice you had been listening inside your head for two years started to sound through the speakers. You instantly found the person singing with your eyes, and your mouth dropped a little more, his greyish hair and stylish clothes, and his beautiful smile making you lose focus.

The song they were singing ended and a new one began, and you gaped as he moved his body through the choreography. He was insanely good, maybe not as fluid and ethereal as the black haired short guy or the tall one with dark hair that looked like he had escaped kindergarten, but he oozed charisma and confidence.

As soon as it ended, you lost track of time, there was a ceremony of some kind and a guy with brown hair and a really pretty voice sang again while celebrating, and then it was over.

And somehow, when you next tuned in, you were home.

“What is wrong with you?  Are you okay?” Ji Eun asked. You nodded and stood up.

“I’m going to the park for a little bit.” Your apartment, courtesy of Ji Eun’s dad that had gotten it from a close friend, was located really close to a little park you had discovered during your second day in Seoul.

“Okay, but make sure you take your mobile, and call me if you need anything! I’ll be going out with my boyfriend so don’t wait too long for me.”

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Suga sighed as he walked back to the dorm from the convenience store, staring at the pavement, and worrying about his soulmate.

Here comes the sun, duh duh duh duh

Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright  

He smiled widely as he heard the words in his head. He had been missing that voice the last several days.

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here

He stared in surprise when he realised he could faintly hear her voice, that voice he’d been trying to find the last two years.

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun

And I say it's all right

He turned around and saw the source of the voice, a girl that looked younger than him, sitting on the park bench, hugging her knees to her chest as she softly finished her song.

“Your voice sounds even more beautiful in real life”

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You jumped up, startled by the sudden appearance of an unknown voice, and your eyes widened as you saw the grey haired guy from that group standing in front of you, a black plastic bag in his grasp.

“You!” You jumped up and run to him, pulling him into a hug as he dropped the bag to hug you closer, the impact almost making both of you fall. You sighed in happiness, but then remembered something, and pulled away from the hug. “You are famous, I almost died of the shock when I heard your voice in my head at the same time as it came from the speakers”

“You watch my stage on T.V?” He asked, surprised, but never taking his eyes away from your face. You shook your head.

“I was in the studio. My roommate dragged me, your group is her favourite, apparently.” You rolled your eyes and he chuckled. “And on second thought…” You started hitting him softly with your closed fists and he let go of you to protect himself. “Rehearsing the entire day and being a music artist? Do you know how many exams I was scared shitless I was going to flunk because of you keeping me up until 6AM with your rapping? And now you don’t even tell me your name, just start talking as if we’d met before” You huffed, and he laughed.

“I’ve known you for two years, though” You melted inside from his words, but rolled your eyes on the outside. “Okay, okay. Hi, I’m Min Yoongi, I’m 23 years old, and I’m in a boy group called Bangtan Sonyeondan where I rap and produce songs. And my stage name is Suga” He added as an afterthought.

“Hi Yoongi. I’ve been looking for you forever.”

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BONUS:

“Min Yoongi, since you obviously let them in because you’re the only other person besides my roommate and her boyfriend that knows the door code, care to tell me why there are 6 boys in my living room eating the cheesecake I made for my roommate’s birthday party?” You raised your eyebrow as Suga scratched his neck sheepishly.

“They wanted to meet you, and we were on our way home from the last schedule of the day, so I thought we could pop by and surprise you?” He said, a sweet “please-don’t-kill-me-smile” on his face, and you rolled your eyes, hugging him.

“Okay, you’re forgiven. But you’ll need to get me a new cheesecake for Ji Eun” He laughed at your statement.

“I’m sure Jin hyung will be glad to help.”

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“I’m home!!” Ji Eun yelled, removing her shoes and fixing them by the door, when she noted seven pairs of shoes. Seven pairs of male shoes. Seven par of male shoes that weren’t there eight hours ago. “Why are there a bunch of shoes in our…” She stopped abruptly when she reached the kitchen and found her roommate and all of the members of her favourite group sitting around the table, eating cheesecake. “… Entrance. What’s going on?? I thought you said it was an emergency, and I find you eating cake with BTS in our kitchen. Why is BTS even in our kitchen? Did I eat too much spice and I’m seeing things now?”

“Yoongi is my soulmate.” You simply stated.

“I’m going to kill you.” She glared at you. “Also, J-hope, I love you!” J-hope’s eyes widened, and stared at you in fright. You quickly stood up and walked to Ji Eun.

“Deep breaths. It’s okay, they’re people just like you and me only a bit messier and a whole lot taller, okay?” She nodded. “Okay, sit down and have a piece of cheesecake.” You patted her shoulder and sat on Suga’s lap to make room for her. “And don’t touch anyone. Or bite anyone.” Suga motioned towards J-hope who was still frozen in place and you nodded. “Especially J-hope.”

“Not even a little bit?” Ji Eun pouted, and Suga and you rolled your eyes, as the rest of the guys laughed.

Heechul was laying down on a couch backstage when the rest of them poured in.

“Are you okay, hyung? What happened?” Siwon asked, instantly going to him.

“Ledboardhurtlikeabitch.” Heechul said, trying not to move his face too much, since that only made the cut hurt worse. Siwon looked to the manager to try and get an answer.

“Someone threw a LED board at Heechul’s face. Luckily, it hit right under his eye. It could’ve been really bad if it hit two centimetres up.” The manager explained, and Heechul pointed a finger in his direction, as if to say that was it.

“M’soulmate’s going to hate me” He breathed out, and Kyuhyun snorted.

“She already went through a fractured leg and a metal rod, hyung, this is a walk in the park for her”

Heechul rolled his eyes, and moaned out loud when it made his cheek throb.

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He instantly knew something wasn’t right the second he woke up gasping for air. Leeteuk instantly woke up as well, hearing the pained scream Heechul emitted, and flew to his side.

“What is it, Chul, what’s wrong?” He asked desperately as he grabbed the phone to call the manager.

“Soulmate, hurt” Heechul gasped. “Can’t breathe” He grabbed his throat, feeling more and more lightheaded.

He could faintly hear Leeteuk desperately talking to someone on the phone, trying to get help, but the only thing he could do is try to get air into his lungs, not that it was working, and worry about his soulmate. Was she okay? Why couldn’t she breathe? Why wasn’t anyone helping her breathe?

Multiple hurried steps and loud, frantic voices could be heard, he thought he could recognise Kangin and Kyuhyun, and maybe Yesung, or was that Ryeowook? He couldn’t really tell, too far gone, too little oxygen making it to his lungs.

Suddenly, he grasped the right side of his face, still trying to breathe, as a sharp pain erupted all over it. Someone was trying to pry his hands away from his face, and he allowed them to, his strength starting to abandon him.

And then, as abruptly as it had begun, he suddenly could breathe again, and he did so in shaky gasps, trying to breathe in all the oxygen he could, face stinging and lungs burning.

“Heechul! Heechul, are you alright?” When he could finally breathe at a somewhat normal pace, and wasn’t feeling as lightheaded as before, he opened his eyes and angled his face a little to the side, finding Leeteuk’s worried face staring back, and he could see a teary-eyed Ryeowook standing behind him.

“Soulmate couldn’t breathe, something’s wrong with her.” He whispered, throat still burning from the effort and the swell that was slowly going away. “My face hurts”

“You have a really, really big bruise on your cheek.” Kangin said, as he and the manager helped him up, and back in the bed. “It’s getting a really ugly shade of purple, I bet it’s going to hurt like a bitch when you wake up tomorrow.”

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You were making your way down the hotel hallway. Your parents had left on an excursion, but you didn’t feel like getting stared at because of the huge bruise on the side of your face. You contemplated what to do, not wanting to spend the afternoon locked inside your room, finally deciding to go to the roof.

You sat on the roof for hours, humming a random melody and staring at the clouds as they made their way through the sunny sky, but turned around when you heard the roof door open, jumping a little from the shock.

“Sorry, I didn’t know there was someone up here already” a male voice said, and you turned around to find a tall stranger wearing sunglasses and a surgical mask standing there, frozen.

“It’s okay, I should be leaving anyway” You smiled a little, careful of your bruise, and got up. You were passing next to him when he grabbed your wrist.

“Are you okay now?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” You asked, puzzled.

“You couldn’t breathe last night. Are you okay now?” He said softly, your eyes widening as you suddenly understood, turning to face him, watching as he removed his mask and sunglasses, revealing an extremely handsome face that had a bruise that looked an exact copy of yours.

You stood there frozen as he stepped closer to you, softly grabbing your face.

“You look beautiful even with that ugly bruise. Are you okay now?” He caressed the skin of your cheek, and your heart jumped.

“Yes.” You hesitantly brought a hand to his face and caressed the soft skin as well.

Then he suddenly hugged you, tightly, warmly and lovingly, sighing.

“What happened?” He whispered in your ear, his breathe making you tremble.

“Anaphylactic shock. I’m allergic to cinnamon. Fainted and hit my face on the table. My dad found my epipen and everything’s okay now.” You simply explained.

“I’m so glad you’re okay. My beautiful soulmate.”