#sam-tsuki

"Will you just tell me what it means!" Hyukjae exclaimed as Siwon's eyes dropped, his hands folding in prayer.

Finally giving up and dropping the shirt over the tattoo that had seared itself along Hyukjae's side that morning, he stomped off towards his class, irritated. Everyone that had a romantic/sexual soulmate received a tattoo in red somewhere along their body of the first words that would be spoken to them. Hyukjae already had a couple of the standard black tattoos of platonic soulmates - he'd actually just stomped away from one. Siwon drove him absolutely batty at points, but without fail, they still understood each other on a deep level. Siwon was also unfortunately the one one that could speak Chinese too, and Hyukjae would just try again later to get his deeply religious friend to translate the characters in red. He had really hoped that his romantic/sexual soulmate spoke Korean, knowing a few people had to suddenly learn different languages just so they would be able to understand their soulmate.

Moving through the crowded hallway, he spotted a head of somewhat bushy hair and bleary eyes. "Yah, Kyuhyun," he called.

"What?" the younger man grumbled at him, still not even bothering with polite forms.

"What the fuck does this say?" he asked, pulling up his shirt to expose his ribs.

He didn't expect Kyuhyun to blink for a second before collapsing against the wall in laughter.

"What?" he bit out, getting angrier.

"You would have a soulmate that calls you a motherfucker right off," Kyuhyun snorted.

Hyukjae frowned. "Please tell me you're joking."

Kyuhyun was still smiling as he shook his head. "Ta ma de," he repeated, pointing at the characters. "The basic connotation is motherfucker."

Hyukjae sighed. That would be just his luck. "How do you say it again?"

"Ta ma de," Kyuhyun repeated. 

"Fuck. Thanks."

"Yeah thanks for the laugh," Kyuhyun said as a farewell.

Sighing, he decided to get to class, wondering when in the next 18 hours he was going to meet his new soulmate since they always appeared within 24 hours of a new tattoo appearing.

He didn't expect it to be in five minutes, the young man sprawled out on the ground glaring up at him. 

Hyukjae rolled his eyes upwards. "You have got to be kidding me." He did enjoy the sudden stillness from the other man. "Red tattoo with 'you have got to be kidding me' on you? Because I'm pretty certain not many other people have motherfucker in Chinese on them in red," he said, stretching out his hand to help the other man up. 

The other man tilted his head to the side and pulled down the collar of his shirt. Sure enough, Hyukjae's exact words stretched across his collarbone. Hyukjae smiled and lifted his shirt to show the characters along his ribs, feeling a little giddy.

Thin lips compressed into a smile. "So what's your name so I'm not just calling you motherfucker all the time?"

Hyukjae laughed. "Lee Hyukjae. What's yours?"

"Lee Donghae."

"Donghae," Hyukjae breathed, testing the name on his tongue. "Do you have a class now Donghae?"

A flush was stealing across Donghae's cheeks. "Nothing I can't skip. You?"

He grinned. "Same. Want to grab some food?"