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Soulmates (Meme) (HSAU) Pt.2 (unfinished)

(Genuinely I'm disappointed in myself for the last chapter like)

(Choco you could've wrote it better smh)

(But I'm glad people like it despite the lack of...somethings.) 

(This is purely a bonus chapter, so uh don't expect much? Especially with my bad writing :')) 

(Also credit to DarkWo1f8 for the idea! :D)

(But uh, hope you enjoy it!) 

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"(Y/n)! I told you that eating scones for breakfast is probably one of the worst choices to eat for breakfast!"

You rolled your eyes hearing that, continuing to eat your beloved scones anyways. "Yeah, right. Where did you get that? From google results?" You quirked your eyebrow. The male in front of you sighed, before biting into his bagel himself.

Currently, the two of you are in Meme's dining room. Ever since you two found out about the whole soulmate thing, perhaps it was best to take it slow and one step at a time. After all, it takes time for trust to set in and things to get used to. Starting from knowing each other better would be a good start.

"Of course not. I learn it myself and do research on it. After all, I'm going to have a medical degree soon anyways." He puffed his chest out in a dramatic gesture. "I'll go to Harvard, graduate and then I can be an even better doctor!" Meme grinned. You chuckle lightly at his antics, grinning to yourself about it. "Alright, alright. Whatever you say, I guess."

The breakfast session went by fast, with the two of you talking and discussing about random topics that came up to both of your minds. The sun has slowly crept up, halfway towards the peak of the sky. The warm breeze quietly slid in through the open windows, causing the thin curtains that were set aside to slightly move from the contact.

Half an hour later, the two of you had left to go and do your own things two of you have had in the list of things to do. Your surroundings were mostly crowded by people. Some with families, some with friends, some with their own soulmates.

"You're meeting up with your friends today?" You asked as the two of you walk down the sidewalk with the bustling life surrounding the two of you.

The male beside you nodded. "Yeah, gonna do some stuff." He paused. "You?"

"Probably go home, and occupy myself with something." You awkwardly smiled. Meme acknowledged your respond, taking his phone out of his pocket and seem to type something before looking up back to you. "That's great, man. My stop is just the same direction with your place. I can stop by and drop you off as well."

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Now that you're all alone, you glanced around your place, trying to find something to do while time passes. Maybe something fun? Productive? You never really are the most productive person, but maybe an appreciation for those you cared for seems like a rather random yet thoughtful idea.

Yeah, probably that.

Without much of a thought or process of elimination on probably other things you could've done, you started working on it. You dug around your shelves, tables, and every nook and cranny for materials to make those gifts. After all, you didn't join the art club for nothing. Maybe some thing or two that you learn might be useful.

Upon reaching to a the top of your shelf, your hand seems to have located a box, and a rather heavy one as well. Carefully and slowly, you positioned the box within your arms and carefully pull it inch by inch, before climbing down the chair you were standing on before with the box securely within your arms.

It was rather dusty, but if you recalled correctly, these were some of your old art supplies. You're pretty sure some of the paint and glue must've dried off from years, but you're also sure that maybe there's some left that are still usable. Lifting up the dusty lid reveals more clouds of dust, which caused you to sneeze several times from it.

Once the dust was gone, you proceeded to peek in the box to see its contents.

Old art supplies like glue, tape, threads, a few beads, scissors, origami... the list goes on. You took out a scented glue stick that you use to use and unscrew the lid, only to find it dry. Yet the scent remains, although just a little.

Placing the glue aside, you rummaged through the other old items. Some of the origamis were wrinkled, and some of their colors have faded from age. There were a remaining good origamis, glues, and tapes, including a few beads with a letter spelled on them.

As you set aside the still useful and good-looking art supplies and the broken or faded one, underneath all of those stuff you found an old bracelet you used to have. It had your name spelled on it, with beads similar to the ones you've found before.

Out of curiosity, you tried wearing it, as you gently slid the thread of beads called 'homemade bracelets' to your wrist. Although it looked small before you wore it, it managed to stretch just enough for your wrist to fit in.

It was silly, but cute nonetheless. 

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(Also note: I didn't change a single word from the early notes up there since last year (mid 2022). This kinda just sits here with the draft status and I decided to publish it.) 

(Basically if you haven't got it: Reader attempts to make a matching bracelet with Meme. Fluff and stuff. That is all.) 

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