꒰ ◦✩ ❝ His Bright Side ❞ ✩◦ ꒱
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" Aren't you guys too different to be soulmates? "
" Of course not. We're perfect together, she's my bright side in life. "
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A soulmate au in which two college students realize they have a unique bo...
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Slipping into the canteen with sunglasses and a medical mask on; Y/n tiredly trudges past the tables it takes to get to her brother's and his friend's table.
She inevitably hears them all before she sees them, however, when she does they appear to all be in high spirits and chipper moods.
She smiles beneath her mask at the sight, now making her way over to her usual spot beside Namjoon and greeting everyone a good morning.
Only, she notices that as she does this the laughing and shouting they'd all been taking part in prior to her arrival has faded.
She feels responsible and confused, and glances up in question to see seven sets of widened eyes glued to her.
"Ah-what..?" She mumbles, "Did I do something? Should I leave?"
Namjoon half-smiles at this and promptly drags Y/n into her seat gently by the wrist before shaking his head no.
"It's not that, it's just-"
"What's up with all this hon?" The man's soulmate cuts him off as he peaks over his shoulder.
Y/n watches as Jin gestures to the mask and glasses she wears and instantly she realizes what now seems like an obvious attention grabber.
"Oh-sorry..." quickly, Y/n reaches up and removes her glasses, keeping the mask on. "It was bright out this morning, I didn't sleep very much last night so the sunlight hurt my eyes."
"Yah," Jungkook shouts from his seat, promptly pointing an accusing finger at the girl's dark circles. "I can tell! Look at your eye bags!!!"
Reaching up and touching the underneaths of her eyes, Y/n feels slightly self conscious.
"A-are they bad?"
Taehyung now harshly shoves an elbow into her twin's rib cage as he leans over the table and hold out a Starbucks cup of coffee to Y/n.
"Hear Y/n, drink some of my coffee. It'll wake you up!"
Frowning behind the fabric of her mask, Y/n waves her hands dismissively, choosing to ignore the Lang of hurt that comes when she notices the brand.
