#sihoon

“Alright now that all of the groups have been chosen, please take a seat with the people you have been assigned to,” your teacher says, gesturing to the dance class to make their way towards you guys.

As other groups started moving desks together, you sat there nervously as you waited for Dongpyo to make his way over to you. ‘Of course, it just had to be Dongpyo,’ you thought to yourself, ‘I mean, now I don’t have to worry about Minjin telling me to stay away from him. I should probably apologize for what she did though.’

Once the person sitting next to you had moved to their group, Dongpyo started making his way over to you. And considering you were in a classroom, that wasn’t a very far distance to walk. Soon enough, Dongpyo is sliding into the seat next to you, giving you one of his cute smiles.

“Hi y/n!,” Dongpyo chimes, scooting his desk so we’d be right by each other, “It’s been a while!” You nod shyly. “U-uh I’m sorry about a few months ago, I really didn’t mean for Minjin to drag me away like that,” you say, looking down in embarrassment.

“That’s in the past y/n,” Dongpyo says, “You and I have a chance to get to know each other now!,” he finishes happily, grabbing one of your hands, “So come on, don’t look so down! We’ll show both classes that we’re the best duo!”

After he grabbed your hand, you looked up in surprise, seeing that Dongpyo was still smiling brightly. You blushed, you don’t understand why you keep forgetting how cute he actually is. “We sure will!,” you say excitedly. You couldn’t help it, his energy was contagious.

You swear, Dongpyo’s smile got wider and you weren’t even sure that was possible. He takes his hand off of yours, instead reaching to grab the paperwork with all of the requirements on it. “Let’s discuss what kind of concept we’re going to go for, okay?,” he says as you nod, “I can already tell we’re going to have so much fun!”

~~

You guys had decided on an interesting concept, it was going to be about a cute boy trying to show off his sexier side. You both thought that the image suited Dongpyo pretty well, and you were going to aim to make it a style of music that you enjoyed as well.

And so, you were currently sitting at one of the picnic tables at the local park. The park was known for its bright and colorful scenery, especially the flowers, which were everywhere you looked.

Since Dongpyo couldn’t make a dance until the song was finished, you guys knew you had to get that done first. Your teacher had said that the goal of the song was that it should be able to be performed easily.

“I’ve never sang and danced at the same time,” Dongpyo confesses, “I suppose I can practice that while you work on the song.” You nod, looking back down at your paper filled with miscellaneous ideas about the song. Lyrics, what it’ll sound like, etc.

Suddenly, Dongpyo gasps, reaching forward to grab both of your hands. Startled by the sudden action, you abruptly looked right up into his sparkling eyes. “What if you sing and dance too y/n?? We’d look so iconic together!,” Dongpyo says excitedly, his classic smile appearing again.

Your mind is screaming at you to not listen to him, as you don’t have any dance experience plus you’d have to make a rap part, as your voice isn’t exactly fit for singing.

But your heart just can’t resist his smile.

“I-I mean I don’t have much dancing experience,” you say as Dongpyo nods, “And that means we’d have to add a rapping part, I don’t sing very well,” you finish as Dongpyo thinks over it.

He then nods. “That’s totally okay y/n! I can help you with dancing and I guarantee that your rap part will be awesome! Let’s do it!!,” he says excitedly, his eyes glistening brightly. 

“Okay!,” you say, “Then let’s get serious!”

~~

Even though choosing the concept was easy, the rest of the song was proving to be challenging for you. Once the instrumental of the song had been completed, you had no idea where to start or where to go with the lyrics.

It was currently nearing midnight and you had only finished the first verse. You knew Dongpyo was relying on you to get this done, but you had no idea where to start. As a few tired tears started slipping down your face, you knew you were nearing defeat. 

Normally, you’d call one of your friends and maybe ask them for help or advice, but all of them didn’t care about you anymore or you hadn’t heard from them in forever.

I mean... you could always call Dongpyo right? He was your friend now technically, wasn’t he?

‘But he should be asleep,’ you think to yourself, ‘With all the work we’ve been putting into this, he should be getting lots of sleep.’

You sigh, knowing that you should be getting sleep too. But the stress from not being able to finish the lyrics isn’t allowing you to get the rest you needed or wanted. Your mind suddenly wanders to Dongpyo. The more that you thought about him, the more you realized that you weren’t so stressed when you were around him.

He could always tell when you were stressing out, even just a little bit. Of course, he’d flash you a smile that could melt anyone’s heart, and gently calm you down. He’d always knew where you could look for inspiration, and secretly, you knew that most of the time, you found your inspiration in him.

Without realizing what you were actually doing, you were pressing the call button on Dongpyo’s contact. What startled you out of your thoughts was of course, the sound of your phone ringing, and then the name of the contact on your phone screen.

“Hello??,” you jumped up, surprised that he actually answered, “What are you doing up so late y/n? You really need to be getting sleep.” You can imagine Dongpyo’s upset face perfectly. He’s pouting, but his eyes show concern.

Shaking yourself off from the strong mental image, you say, “I-I was just getting stressed out from the project,” you answer, “A-and you were the only person I could think of to call. But... you should be getting sleep too Dongpyo, we’re both working on the project together.”

He sighs and says, “Yeah, I know... but I just had a feeling that I needed to stay up tonight,” he finishes. “Wait, stay up for what?,” you ask curiously. “I didn’t know why,” Dongpyo says, “But I do now.”

“Yeah, so what’s the reason?,” you ask. “To comfort you of course!,” he says happily. You’re sure your face had every possible shade of red across it, not that Dongpyo could see, of course. “I-I mean, I’m fine,” you stutter out, “You don’t need to do that, Dongpyo.”

“But I want to comfort you,” Dongpyo starts, “I can tell you’re stressing way too much. Just listen to me y/n... I’ve had so much fun getting a chance to know you and work on this project. I know you’re a really talented producer and musician, and that even when you're stressed, you work till everything you do is absolutely perfect.”

“I always heard about you from Minjin,” he says, “I was sad because she was taking advantage of your kindness, even from the beginning. She always picked on me because I was apparently better than everyone else, and she always made fun of you behind your back because you apparently weren’t good enough for her. I always hoped that someday I could find you and tell you everything.”

“And then I finally found you, and Minjin took you right from my fingers. And then I saw you slowly disappear from the bright you I had met back at the convenience store. I never approached you because I thought that maybe you were still friends with Minjin. But then we got assigned to be a group for this project, and I’ve seen you brighten up again.”

“And even though I don’t know that it’s because of me, I’m glad that you’re smiling again y/n. So don’t stress out, as you said, we’re in this together! I know the song is going to be perfect. And I know that’s because you made it,” Dongpyo finally finishes.

Your face is as hot as a wildfire, and your face and ears are super red. Why had Minjin lied to you about him? He was more supportive than she or Sihoon had ever been. And he truly believed in you too.

“T-thanks Dongpyo. I-I didn't realize how much I needed to hear that,” you say shyly. You can practically hear him smile through the phone as he answers, “Anytime y/n. I really mean that now.”

“Now, you really should be getting some sleep y/n,” Dongpyo says, yawning a bit before continuing, “We both need to be in good spirits if we want the project to come out good!”

You yawn in agreement and Dongpyo giggles a little bit. “Goodnight y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, another yawn coming out of his mouth. “Goodnight to you too Dongpyo, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” you answer.

“I can't wait either,” Dongpyo says, “Goodnight y/n.” You smile softly as he finally hangs up.

And as you start to fall asleep, you can’t help but think you just might have a crush on Dongpyo.

~~

You know it wasn’t good for you, but you woke up early the next morning and started working on the lyrics before you left for your classes. You definitely made more progress than you did last night, and you were proud of yourself. 

Soon enough though, you did have to head to your classes, but you were still proud of the progress you made. As you’re walking to class, you start thinking about Dongpyo and about how you’re going to get to see him soon.

Your face heats up a bit at the thought of him. Your eyes stray down to your tattoo, the little butterfly almost lighting up at the thought of Dongpyo. ‘If only he could be my soulmate,’ you think, ‘But he definitely doesn’t have the same tattoo as me, he definitely doesn’t even have a tattoo on his hand.’

You sigh to yourself, knowing that you’re practically helpless. As you head inside your campus and towards your first class, you see Sihoon and Minjin hugging before they go their separate ways, and as you walk near the west entrance, you see Eunsang give his soulmate a kiss before walking inside the campus.

You can’t help the next few sighs that escape your mouth as you finally approach the door of your first classroom. It felt like the world was full of soulmates but yours was just dancing around you like a butterfly.

And what about your crush on Dongpyo? Isn’t it wrong, since he isn’t your soulmate, to like him in that way?

You shake your head, trying to rid yourself of those thoughts. There’s no use dwelling on them. Class is going to start soon and you need your head in the right place.

And right as class started, you took a look outside. The sky was dark and you weren’t surprised when rain started to fall, creating a steady rhythm on the window next to you. And as you turned back to class, you felt despair gripping at your heart.

~~

Your first class had gone by slowly, and the only thing keeping you going was the steady rhythm of the raindrops on the window next to you. You swear, you’ve never heard the halls so quiet as you walked to your next class. The sound of your shoes echoes throughout the hall, and you thought it was a fitting representation for how lonely you felt.

You continue walking, keeping beat with the rain as you do so. But then...

“Y/n!,” a familiar voice calls, “Wait up for me!” You turn around, and see Dongpyo walking towards you. He almost has a halo of light around him as he walks towards you, and when he finally stops in front of you, the world around you brightens.

You notice how outside, there wasn’t even evidence of rain, when you had heard and saw the rain just a few seconds ago. ‘Did I imagine it was raining?,’ you think, ‘How is that even possible? What is he doing to me?’

“Hey don’t look so surprised to see me, y/n,” Dongpyo says, grabbing one of your hands , “Let’s go to class together from now on.” You stare up at him with widened eyes, a few tears bubbling up in them.

“Let’s g- Are you okay y/n?!,” Dongpyo says worriedly. You shake your head and say, “It’s nothing Dongpyo. Let’s just get going, okay?” Dongpyo nods, but you don’t miss the slightly worried look in his eyes as you start walking towards your class.

~~

You had finally finished all of your classes for the day, and it was now time to head back to your dorm to fix it up before Dongpyo came over. Since you were having trouble with the lyrics, Dongpyo suggested he come over and maybe try and help.

You frantically run around, making sure everything is in place and nothing looks weird. You were lucky you got a dorm to your yourself. You also set up your computer on your dorm’s small kitchen counter, and set out two glasses of water. 

You had also changed into one of your favorite outfits, a pair of light colored jean shorts, and a slight crop top with pretty flowers decorating it.

Glancing at your phone’s clock, you knew that Dongpyo would be at your dorm any minute now. You were nervous, for sure. What if he thought your dorm was weird or something?

You sigh as you hear the faint sound of footsteps making their way down your hall. By now, pretty much all of the other students who lived in the same hall as you had returned from all of their classes by now. 

And a few seconds later, you hear a knock on your dorm’s door. “Coming!,” you call out, walking over to your door. Opening it reveals Dongpyo, of course, and not without his classic smile. Seriously, at this point, he should be famous for them. 

“Hi y/n!,” Dongpyo chimes, stepping in and giving you a surprise hug. Your heart pounds even faster than it already was, but you relish in the small moment nonetheless. The two of you part, and Dongpyo immediately goes over and sits at your kitchen counter, ready to work.

You knew you guys wouldn’t be working for too long, you had most of the lyrics done, meaning Dongpyo could start working on the choreography and you both could start recording your parts. 

The song sounded really good, you had to admit, so you were proud of yourself. You were proud of Dongpyo too, he had been practicing a lot. In the beginning, you two silently worked at your table as you typed out lyrics and Dongpyo thought of formations for your dance.

Soon enough, you were working on the last verse of the song, and as you typed in the last word, you jumped up in victory, scaring Dongpyo. “Woah, hold up!,” Dongpyo says, giggling slightly, “What are you so happy about?”

“I finished the lyrics!,” you say excitedly, grabbing his hands, “Now we can finally work on everything else!” Dongpyo smiles and says, “That’s great y/n, let’s get started right away then!”

“What do you mean?,” you ask, misunderstanding him, “We gotta get recording equipment set up and all that.” Dongpyo shakes his head and says, “I meant dancing wise silly, you don't have any experience, so we gotta work on that first.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, “So where do we start?”

~~

Due to time constraints, you and Dongpyo worked quickly on developing your dancing skills. According to Dongpyo, you were making really good progress for someone who didn't have much expenience.

Recording for the song also went by easily, as you two had listened to the song way too many times for your own good, so singing it wasn’t too hard.

Of course, the hard part was combining the two. Singing and dancing at the same time.

And then your teacher just had to put more pressure on you.

“So class,” you teacher started, “One week until the final project is due. I’ve been listening to some of your songs and they all sound quite good, I’m proud. Anyways...,” your teacher says, trailing off for suspense.

“What is it?,” someone in the back of the class yells, everyone else nodding in agreement. Your teacher grins before continuing, “I have a surprise for all of you!,” he rubs his hands together before saying, “We all know the next season of Produce 101 is coming up soon of course.”

Everyone nods and my teacher says, in a rush almost to confuse us, “The song that gets the highest grade will be featured in the next season as one of the final songs!”

No one says anything for a long while as we all just stare in shock. As if we’re all on cue, everyone starts screaming at each other, still in shock. Your teacher just stands at the front of the room, practically grinning at the chaos that ensued.

Nothing more was said of it, but everyone worked harder than ever before.

~~

And finally, it was the nerve-wracking day before the final performance. You and Dongpyo had gone over the recording many times to make sure nothing was wrong with how sounded or flowed already, now it was just time for final dance rehearsal.

You had most of the song down, there was just this one part that you were having trouble with. You knew how to visualize it and you had watched Dongpyo do it too, but you still weren’t quite catching on.

And that’s why you and Dongpyo were currently practicing. As the song went along, the part was approaching and you were getting nervous. It didn’t help that you came in right after, meaning the timing had to be perfect. 

The part was then upon and you had no time to react as you... messed it up again. Of course, then you stopped and sighed in defeat, making Dongpyo run over and turn off the music. 

“S-sorry Dongpyo,” you say, looking down, “Whenever I mess up, I just kinda freeze up.” Despite the number of times you’ve messed up, Dongpyo still smiles at you and says, “And that’s okay. We’ll work through it, okay? This time I’ll guide you through it.”

Dongpyo walks back over to the computer and slows down the song a bit and presses play. He then darts back over to you, and says, “Just trust me, okay y/n?” You nod, not knowing what he meant.

As the part started approaching, Dongpyo puts his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. As a massive blush erupts on your face, Dongpyo says, “Alright here we go y/n!”

He guides you through the movements easily, his hands never leaving your hips. It definitely made more sense now, but the feel of Dongpyo’s hands on your hips had practically been imprinted into your mind, and your face was definitely a dark shade of red by the time you finished.

As the part ended, Dongpyo ran back over to your computer to make sure the song didn’t play again. He also readjusted the speed of it. As he walked back over to you, a look of concern crosses his face.

“Are you okay y/n?,” Dongpyo asks, “Your face is really red.” You nod your head and say, “I-I’m fine! I just need a drink of water that’s all,” you finish, your eyes darting everywhere but never landing on Dongpyo. “Are you sure? You seem really frantic y/n,” Dongpyo says calmly.

“Don’t worry about it,” you mumble semi-quietly as you grab your water bottle and take a couple sips from it. However, as you turn around to face him again, you see him cock an eyebrow at you.

“What is up y/n?,” Dongpyo asks, “You’ve been so jittery recently. And don’t tell me nothing’s wrong because something’s definitely wrong,” he finishes firmly.

You sigh. He was right, you had been quite jumpy lately. Freaking out whenever he hugged you, stuttering out of control whenever he complimented you, and even just blushing at the sight of his smile.

Not to mention, he can instantly brighten up any day, and even take away what you thought was a rainy day. 

What was wrong with you? You were so clearly falling for someone who wasn’t your soulmate and it was breaking you in so many ways.

Getting out of your thoughts and back into the real world, you see Dongpyo still patiently waiting for an answer to your strange behavior.

“It’s because of you,” you mumble quietly, barely audible. Dongpyo tilts his head and says, “What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that.” At that point, you’re really feeling every emotion that you had bottled up for him come up to the surface, along with the bubbles of tears forming in your eyes.

And you know you shouldn’t have exploded on him like you did... but it just kind of come out unwillingly.

“It’s because of you!,” you shout, startling Dongpyo, “I can’t stop thinking about you and you’re affecting me in ways that you shouldn’t! I can’t be falling in love with someone else’s soulmate!”

You don’t know what compelled you to storm over to Dongpyo, but you did. With tears practically blocking your vision, you grabbed his right hand, your index finger accidentally covering where the tattoo would be and held it up, trying to show him the lack of the dark blue butterfly on him that appeared on your right thumb.

But as you lifted your index finger off of his thumb, you felt something come off with your finger. As you looked at your finger, what looked like concealer now coated it. And when you looked back at Dongpyo’s thumb...

The little dark blue butterfly had appeared.

Not believing what you were seeing, you went into hysterics. First looking up at Dongpyo’s face, you saw an emotion almost like regret coating his features, his famous smile nowhere present. You then released his hand again, like it was on fire, and looked at your own tattoo, almost as if you didn’t want it to be there.

And finally, you ran right out of the studio’s doors, not even bothering to grab any of your stuff. Tears ran down your face like a flood as you ran down the street towards your dorm and darted up the stairs of your dorm building. You knew you were getting plenty of weird looks, but you didn’t care.

You just wanted to be alone.

~~

As you sat and sobbed into your pillow for hours, you weren’t really sure what your heart was feeling. On one hand, you were overjoyed. Dongpyo really was your soulmate, and that certainly explained why you had been attracted to him so easily.

But on the other hand, he hid his tattoo from you and the rest of the world. So many questions ran through your head.

Did he know we were soulmates this whole time? Why does he hide it in the first place? Is he afraid of getting hurt? What is even going on? Does he want to be my soulmate? Does he not like me back?

Ugh, why are soulmates so complicated for me?

Huffing into your pillow, you decide to get up and look in a mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy beyond belief, and your hair practically was a rat’s nest. You sigh in defeat, remembering that the final performance is tomorrow.

You had no idea what you should do. You both had to be in good spirits for tomorrow in order to pull off a good performance and to possibly win the contest. And speaking of tomorrow’s performance, you still hadn’t properly practiced the part that was messing you up.

‘It never hurts to practice,’ you think to yourself, ‘Even if we don’t fix things before the performance, I still need to be able to perform.’ You pull out your computer and then fast forward the song to near the part.

As the song starts, you start following along to the dance easily, and once the part arrived, you flowed through it seamlessly and ended the song powerfully. You don’t know why you were having so much trouble with that part, but now that it was over, you felt relieved.

Of course, you know it’s because of Dongpyo. If he hadn’t helped you like he had, you still would’ve been stuck.

And of course, you probably wouldn’t have found out that he was your soulmate.

‘I really need to stop,’ you start thinking, ‘But I’m definitely not going to be able to stop thinking about it. Ever.’ Sighing again, you figured maybe some sleep would do you some good.

Dongpyo was still the last thing you thought about before you fell asleep.

~~

*knock* *knock*

A large series of knocks on your dorm room door wakes you up abruptly. It was currently 1:37am and you had to rub on your eyes to be able to see properly. Staggering over to your door, you open it to reveal the Security Guard that stood downstairs every night. 

“Hello????,” you say in confusion, “What do you need?” The guard sighs before saying, “There’s a boy downstairs who’s claiming to be your soulmate, he says he needs to see you and fix things before he loses you. I can’t let him upstairs due to what time of day it is, but you’re welcome to come downstairs.”

He starts to turn from your door, but before he really walks away he says, “And if I were you, I’d go to him. I’ve never seen someone try so many different things to try and get in. He’s sitting on a bench outside if you’re up for it.”

He starts walking down the hall and as soon as you see him disappear around the corner, you close your door. ‘Should I really go to him?,’ you ask yourself, sighing, ‘I can’t just leave him out there like that, that’s not who I am.’

You decided it probably would be nice if you didn’t go out there in pajamas. Changing into just a plain pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then throwing on your nearest pair of converse, you were about to head out, but you stopped to look in your mirror. 

Everything but your face looked fine. Your eyes were puffy as all hell and your hair was still messy, your lip tint even smeared from you crying into your pillow. You quickly run into the bathroom and straighten out your hair and fix your lips, it’s the least you can do. 

You don’t know why you rushed down the stairs but you did, breathing a bit heavily by the time you got to the bottom. As you started walking towards the doors, the security guard was watching you and you swear you saw a small smile on his face. And as you looked outside, you saw Dongpyo’s familiar head of hair sitting on the first bench outside.

You also had your phone on silent, so you didn’t notice the frantic buzzing of your phone that would be there otherwise. Dongpyo had been texting and calling you in hopes that you would wake up, but he started to become discouraged because he knew you put your phone on silent when you went to sleep.

Standing right before the doors, you inhaled a large breath as you saw Dongpyo with his head between his knees, and by the little shakes of his shoulders, he was also crying.

He didn’t even seem to notice that someone opened the door, he just kept on crying. You stood there nervously, as you weren’t sure what to say but then he started crying out loud. 

“I-I can’t b-believe I-I screwed th-things up with my own s-soulmate,” Dongpyo stutters out, clearly distressed, “H-How was I-I supposed to know the m-most amazing g-girl in the world was a-actually my soulmate?”

You blush a little as more frantic sobs come out of Dongpyo’s mouth. You take in a deep breath, knowing that this is it. 

“Dongpyo?,” you say gently. He looks up at you slowly, almost as if he doesn’t believe you’re actually there. He stands up slowly too, walking towards you, almost as if he was in a trance. Tears were still running down his face, his eyes puffy like yours, his cheeks stained with tear tracks. 

“Y-y/n...,” he says softly, stopping in front of you, “Are you really there?” You’re trying to not let the tears form in your eyes, but they are anyways. “Yeah... I’m here,” you answer, trying not to let the tears fall from your eyes. 

Dongpyo’s eyes let out more tears as he suddenly embraces you. You stand there in shock, not hugging him back for a few seconds before you felt tears finally stream down your face. When you felt Dongpyo start to pull away, you then grabbed him and held him tight.

It was like that for what felt like forever. You and Dongpyo just softly cried in each other’s arms. But... there was still the wall of tension. You still needed an explanation from Dongpyo.

The two of you parted finally, and Dongpyo looks at you with tearful eyes. You’re sure you look about the same. “So...,” you start, your voice already sounding weak, “Why were you hiding your tattoo?”

Dongpyo sighs deeply, breaking away from the gaze you were holding with him. “My mom always told me I wouldn’t get hurt if I hid my tattoo,” he says solemnly, “My dad, her soulmate, cheated on her... and their tattoo’s disappeared afterwards. I was about 10 when they split and after that my mom starting covering my tattoo.”

‘That’s right,’ you think to yourself, ‘People can lose their tattoos if they’re not actually meant for each other.’

“And it’s just kind of became a habit for me,” he continues, “After my parents split I was always doubtful of the whole soulmate system. But then... I met you,” Dongpyo says firmly, “I fell for you instantly.”

“Thinking, maybe, just maybe, you could be my soulmate, I tried looking at your hands whenever I could, but it just seemed like every time I did, there was something covering that spot or I couldn’t even see it at all,” Dongpyo says, a wistful look on his face, “And then... you started yelling about how you were falling for me, and I was happy, I thought maybe I could secretly get away with being a jerk to my real soulmate like my dad was.”

He sighs, “I regret ever thinking that. Then, in a twist of cruel and amazing fate, you ended up being my soulmate. When I saw your tattoo, I almost felt like I was seeing things, and then of course, my disguise didn’t work, and you saw my tattoo.”

“I hated that I was the one who made you that upset. Seeing you like that broke my heart, y/n. I cried for hours after that, just for the fear that I had lost you forever, not just as a friend but now as my soulmate too,” Dongpyo says, a few more tears running down his face, “But I couldn’t give up. If there was even a chance of you forgiving me, I was willing to do anything to make you forgive me.”

Dongpyo stops then, moving his eyes to look back into mine. “So basically, I’m sorry. I couldn’t have wished for anything better than for you to be soulmate. I hope you’ll forgive me y/n.”

You didn’t realize how much you had been crying, but the tears were really pouring out now. Looking deeper in Dongpyo’s eyes, you saw his every intention and hopefulness in them. And you knew deep down, that he had told you the truth. 

Even though you weren’t far from each other, you took a couple steps to stand right in front of him. You grabbed both of his hands, and looked straight into his eyes. “Dongpyo... even though I was hurt... how can I not forgive you now? When you’ve now shown me your sincerity and told me the truth? It’s easy, and it’s not just because you’re my soulmate.”

“If you hadn’t come here tonight... I don’t know what I would’ve done. So thank you, Dongpyo,” you say, dropping his hands to embrace him again. “Y-you’re the best soulmate anyone could ask for y/n,” Dongpyo says, “I’ve never been so happy in my life.”

The two of you parted from your hug and Dongpyo grabbed your hands once again. “One last thing y/n,” Dongpyo says, a hint of a smirk forming on his face. “What?,” you ask.

“Oh nothing,” Dongpyo says teasingly, “Just this.”

Dongpyo leaned in swiftly, pressing your lips against his quickly.

He then backed up a bit before running over to the bench he was sitting on to grab the bag you had left at the studio earlier. He then gave it to you and then started running off. “Goodnight y/n!,” he yelled as he was running away, “See you tomorrow, you better be ready for the performance!”

“Yah! Son Dongpyo, where are you going you dork?!,” you yell after him, “You can’t just do that and then run away!,” you finish. You swear you hear him giggle off in the distance but you’ll never know.

And as you open the doors of your dorm to go back inside, wiping off the last few tears off of your face, you can’t help but smile.