Gayoon groaned as the sunlight streamed through her dormitory window, stabbing at her already throbbing head. She rolled over, her hand instinctively reaching for her phone, but the buzzing reminder of the world outside made her wince. Dragging herself out of bed, she nearly stumbled over a stray textbook she didn't remember leaving on the floor.
"Mornings suck," she muttered, making her way to the kitchenette. The cold water from the faucet was a temporary balm, soothing her parched throat as she downed glass after glass.
Her headache lingered despite the hydration and a long, hot shower. As she combed her damp hair and glanced at herself in the mirror, her gaze landed on the soulmate tattoo etched on her collarbone. Its healthy, vibrant hue stood out starkly against her skin, a constant reminder of her bond with him.
Gayoon frowned. "Empathetic connection," she murmured, recalling the rumored effects of soulmate bonds. They were said to link not only emotions but also physical sensations, sometimes amplifying them.
"Maybe it's him," she guessed, massaging her temples. "He's probably hungover." A wry smile tugged at her lips as she imagined Donghyuck's likely state—disheveled, groggy, and regretting life choices.
She tried to shake the thought away and focused on getting ready for her day. Tossing a sandwich into her bag—though she wasn't entirely sure why—Gayoon left her dorm, determined to keep the day as normal as possible.
Meanwhile, Donghyuck was anything but normal. He awoke to a cacophony of sounds—his alarm blaring, his phone vibrating, and the relentless pounding in his skull. Groaning, he buried his face in his pillow, hoping the world would disappear.
His stomach had other plans. The sudden lurching sensation forced him to stumble to the bathroom, where he heaved over the sink.
"Fuck my life," he muttered, rinsing his mouth and glaring at his reflection. His bloodshot eyes and pale complexion screamed wasted.
A cold shower did little to help, but at least it sobered him enough to function. He pulled on a white T-shirt and ripped jeans, letting the cold air from the AC dry his still-damp hair as he prepared a meager breakfast of toast and coffee.
Just as he took his first sip, his phone buzzed with a call. Seeing his mother's name on the screen, Donghyuck groaned again, his headache intensifying.
"Mama," he answered, his voice rough but steady.
"Mijo!" came the excited reply. "I'm sorry I didn't call yesterday. How are you?"
"I'm fine, ma. Aren't you busy right now?"
"Oh, not at all! In fact, I'm on my way back home!"
Donghyuck blinked in confusion. "Wait, what? You're in London, aren't you?"
"Yes! But I booked the first flight back as soon as I heard the good news."
His stomach dropped. "Good news?"
"Don't act coy, Donghyuck. I know you met your soulmate!"
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Fanfiction❝And I can see the sirens on his eyes, the poison on his lips, the burns of his touches, and yet I embraced him like a saint, ignoring how his fire is engulfing me❞ ▂ ❗️ reader discretion is advised includes strong language and mature context REVISI...
