#dami fluff

A soulmate is like a spark that appears in your life and never dims. It's a warmth that guides you together, again and again in each life. Or so that's what the people said. There was so little proof out there in the world that soulmates do exist it was pretty much a joke to you each time you hear of it. How many times have you watched your dear friends claim that they’ve found their soulmates but with it ending up to just a night out drinking to forget and numb the pain?

It was to the point where your friends actively avoided the topic with you, knowing that you were right each time, but the prospects of possibly having someone that was literally born to make your soul whole was always on their minds. They knew that you cared for them, seeing as to how no matter how much they had made you mad with the whole soulmate thing, you would always be there to help catch them when it all falls to ruins. It wasn’t as if it’s a handful of times in total, but watching each of your friends having to go through what they thought was their perfect story genuinely made you slightly angry. Who thought that it would be fun to have to search the world for someone that completes your soul? There are so many couples out there in the world who gave up on that thought and instead choose to live a normal life with the one that brings them happiness instead of with the one fate determined them to. Soulmates was just a word. The one who decides if you were complete is yourself. You would repeat that every time. This was no exception.

You were at a new bar, a little ways out of town. Usually your group would have flocked towards your usual bar in town for a night to help forget but seeing as to how that was where your friend and their supposedly “soulmate” met, going back was not an option. It was a slight shame, seeing as to how their house cocktails were not too bad. This new place though? You would hold your opinions until you have had a taste. Sighing behind the group as you all slowly made your way in and settled down at a table, you took a look through the menu placed at the table, mentally ordering down in your head the snacks to try to go along with the long night of drinks. Looking up, your friends had already went ahead to place an order for the first round of shots and with a chuckle, you placed the menu back down on the table and picked up a glass, awaiting the first toast.

A few drinks and half a plate of large fries in, you leaned back into the side of your sofa, taking a little breather while the rest of your group migrated over to the bar, eager to pick out their poison and watch it mixed right in front of them. The music in the bar was hypnotizing and along with the buzz of the alcohol pumping through your body, you could feel your heart thumping along to the beat. Throwing a glance over to the bar behind you, you did a quick head count to ensure that none of your friends had been kidnapped in the midst of all the drinking. Your eyes then slowly drifted over to the bartender who had their back turned. There was a moment where everything else was silenced in your head and you turned around more to observe them.

The moment they turned around, you felt all air rush out your lungs. There was this undeniable pull towards that woman and it felt so warm and familiar to you but you were sure you’d know if you had seen her before. With short wavy brown hair styled to frame her round face, you stared at the concentration she gave into every action. Her nimble hands tossed and caught the multiple bottles that she spun around to give your friends a show and with a few more shakes, she elegantly poured a colorful mix into a small cocktail glass. She of course, wasn’t looking at you. She was focused on making the multiple concoctions that your friends had ordered but before you know it, a call of your name tore your attention away from her.

Darting your eyes to your friend, you found yourself in the middle of walking towards the bartender. “Do you want a drink too?” Frozen on the spot with everyone’s attention including hers now on you, you stuttered when your eyes met with hers. Her half lidded eyes held a small smirk as any sense of words flew out of your head. “(Y/n)? You alright?” Shaking your head and blinking to pull yourself away, you waved your friend off with a hand signaling that you were fine. Has it been that long since you drank so much? Chuckling as you turned back to your original seat, you could feel the atmosphere of the bar slowly flood your senses again. Taking a peek back behind you once again as you sat back down, you found her gaze still on you so you shot her a small smile while raising your nearly empty glass, giving a toast to her.

Dami was her name, according to your friends who decided to poke their noses into your business after seeing how the both of you couldn’t tear your eyes away from one another. You laughed it off with yet another drink but keeping the name to the back of your mind for another night if you decided to be less drunk and flirt with her more. Seeing how you made no moves set off a chain of groans and teasing words but yet, you still waved your friends off claiming that it wasn’t meant to be your night. You were merely there to accompany your group and drink away the pain. Yes, that must be what happened. It must have been the alcohol in the system mixed along with the undeniable attraction you felt towards Dami that made you want to get closer. Throughout the night, drinks after drinks, you could feel a gaze on you even as the last of your friends who trickled out by pairs to escort one another home. Groaning as you ran your hand through your hair, you tried to shake off the pounding that was growing in your head and slowly lulling you into slumber.

“Hey.” Your eyes shot open and the first thing you saw was a glass with clear liquid in your face. Slowly moving back a little, you focused your blurry vision to the owner of the hands to find the bartender. Looking back down skeptically at the glass, you frowned. “It’s just water.” Nodding, you accepted the glass over to take a small sip and letting the cold and refreshing water do its job. Fidgeting around with the glass in your hands, you studied the woman before you. She was in a neat striped suit, probably the standard uniform of the bar and matched with fitting black pants that brought out her lean stature. Tracing your gaze back up, you found that she had been looking at you too, and you quickly take a gulp of the cold water although it did nothing to help the heat that was slowly rising to your face at being caught checking her out.

“You drank quite a bit, do you need me to call a cab for you?”

Blinking blankly while you tried to process what she just said, you nodded mutely and gathered your things as she signaled for another waiter to make a call.

“You’re like... A white knight, you know, Dami.”

She let out a hum of amusement at your sudden comment and shrugged with a small smile.

“Maybe I am one, so let me sit with you until your cab comes?”

The journey home was a blur, but all you knew was that sleep came to you the instant you rested your head on your pillow. You would have said that it was a good sleep had it not been the weird dream you had. You remember waking up in your dream with a hand shaking you up, and lot of hushed whispered conversations. From what you understood, it was a familiar voice telling you that it was “Tonight or never.” It wasn’t as if you had control over your body, it was more of watching a movie through someone’s eyes. You felt yourself being pulled into a warm embrace despite the cold metal that was covering the soft skin. Glancing up, you saw shadowed heavy brown eyes through the eyepiece of the helmet and all confusion melted away. What replaced it was hope for the future, and a yearning that made you give in; to give all your trust to this knight like figure. With that, you nodded.

“Then let’s go, my lady.” Next thing you knew was that you were running. There was a loud sounding of a bell echoing around you and once you passed through a small hole in the wall showing a forest, you heard shouting from behind and heavy thuds of countless footsteps. It was as if like every cliché scene in a movie where the protagonist trips but this hurt. You could feel the burn of your ankles and the scrapes on your knees and arm but the thumping were getting closer. Cold, dark fear ran as a shiver through you as you struggled to get back on your feet and look around for the knight who was ahead. “Playtime is over, Princess. Your father has had enough of your little tantrums.” Sharply turning back, you spot countless guards surrounding you, slowly enclosing in on you. Hobbling away from them slowly, you started shivering in fear. “You’re not supposed to leave me, you promised me!” Screaming a name that you could no longer remember when you woke up, a gleam of silver was all you saw as the knight rushed out from behind you and with a quick swing of a sword, your view was blocked by their back. Hearing the gasps from the rest, you could guess what happened but as you tried to take a peek around the knight, you heard them whisper to you once again. “There is too many of them, my lady. We need to run.” That was all the warning you can get before they turned you around and bolted, leaving their sword behind. Wind blew wildly in your face as they held you close and navigated through the woods. Shouts were heard from all around the both of you but the knight never once faltered in their steps. Only when they jerked to a stop, you were jolted in their arms and they slowly placed you on your feet. Looking down, you could see another part of the forest separated by a bridge, now snapped into two. Curses slipped the knight’s mouth, as they looked around for another way across frantically all the while so, the shoutings got louder. You felt your hand move to grip a gloved hand of the knight, grabbing their attention to you, as you reached up to remove their helmet.

Dropping it, one of your hands reached up to brush the red fringes back behind her ear, and the other to gently caress her soft face. “It’s okay.” You could see how her hard eyes soften at your words, how much this knight trusted the simple two words that you spoke. Slowly pulling her closer to you so that her forehead rested on yours, you whispered to her again. “As long as you keep your promise, at least our last breath are taken together.”

Ignoring the crowd that were approaching, you leaned up slightly and pressed your lips against hers. “Till we meet again.” With a leap, the both of you closed your eyes.

To say that the dream was terrifyingly realistic was a huge understatement. You woke up drenched in sweat, gasping for air as questions ran through your head in an endless loop. Adding onto the hangover that was from the night before, it was a complete nightmare. Rushing to your bathroom, you emptied your stomach’s contents before attempting to continue on your day by starting with a large glass of water. There was so many question that clouded your mind but one thing that stood out the most to you was the reason why you washed up, and started your long journey through pubic transport to out of town.

By the time you reached the bar, it was close to evening and there wasn’t a line into the bar just yet. Checking the time, you made your way in and looked around frantically to spot for a familiar face as you approached the bar. There already was a bartender but she was much taller, with blonde hair tied up into a ponytail behind her. “Can I get you anything?” Her voice was cheery, a stark difference to the lower tone Dami had. “I’m looking for Dami...?” The woman stared at you before looking to the back covered by a silk curtain in thought and back at you. “I don’t think she has a shift today, maybe you can try again tomorrow?” Sighing, knowing that you have no choice but to wait for another day to answer the question in your head, you gave the tall bartender a smile and nod before you left the place, preparing for the journey back home.

It was frustrating, not being able to get the answers that you wanted. The dream you had that night only made things even more confusing. It was in a dark bedroom and the only source of light there was, was the slow sunrise across the horizon. This time, it was as if time was as lazy as you were feeling, and barely moving. The figure next to you was sat up on the edge of the bed, watching the sun rise silently and you were slowly tracing your eyes on the tattoos on her back.

“Do you believe that we rebirth, my love?” She broke the silence as she turned her head towards you, sheets barely draping over her figure, covering her up.

“I suppose I do.” Stretching as you answered, you lazily rose up, letting the sheets pool down to your waist as you moved yourself behind her, embracing her from behind while she went back to admiring the view.

“Then promise me, you’ll find your way back to my side each life.”

“Of course, my love.” There was no hesitation in your answer to her. You both knew you kept your promises. That was all the confirmation that was needed.

Tears were already streaming down your face the moment you woke up. Pushing yourself to sit up, you wiped away the stains, realizing what it was. Those weren’t dreams. Struggling out of bed, you forced yourself to move to repeat the same motions you did yesterday. Pushing your way into the bar, all eyes locked onto the sudden intrusion as you once again, scanned the entire bar for her. The tall bartender from the day before was there once again, staring at you. This time, the silk curtains split to reveal the person that you were looking for, that was appearing in your dreams- no. Your memories again and again each night. Storming right up to the bar, you locked eyes to find her in a similar state as you were. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen, probably from tears shed a couple hours ago.

“It’s you. Dami- no. Yubin.”