Fated | Enhypen x Fem! Reader

Chapter 7

I laugh a little in disbelief, but still feel that lasting twinges of pain shoot through my wrist that causes a few cracks in my facade of trying to hide, "soulmate? What are you talking about?"

"What's so funny about it?" Heeseung questions with a more serious expression, a small pout on his lips seeing my reaction. The deep realization in my gut hitting hard as a brick knowing that he wasn't joking or trying to play any sort of prank on me. Suddenly he seems too close, everything feels too close to me and I have to take a step back from the counter he is leaning against. But- this can't be possible because he's a part of the infamous soulmate group. Sure, everyone knows it's not completed but there's no way that I-

"B-But obviously not since I'm a void-" I try to defend by showing my covered soulmark on my wrist but he just shakes his head in return with a coy smile that threatens to melt my slowly thawing heart. I glance down at my wrist still seeing the mark clearly covered, leaving me more confused than before. How does he know? Truly, what is going on? There is no way he could know unless I'm missing something plainly obvious here.

"Then explain this," he replies nonchalantly pulling his sleeve up to reveal his now completed soulmark with the moon completely filled in unlike the countless times you've seen it empty on Jake's wrist. Oh my god. There's no way. I can only stare in awe at his wrist at a loss for words, from the beauty and the encroaching fear settling into me. My mind struggles to wrap around the idea that I am their last soulmate, my brain trying to think of every way it could not be true.

It's now in this moment when examining his soulmark that I realize how similar or almost identical my own soulmark looks to theirs. I hadn't looked closely earlier at Jake's soulmark, having seen it countless times but now seeing Heeseung's soulmark up close, I can't help the gasp that escapes me. The counter quickly becomes an unwanted obstacle to my last resort to see what Heeseung is saying is true. I want to believe him, but what if he's wrong? I just need to see it with my own eyes. In my heart, I knew I wanted to believe him and that it's true but I couldn't completely let go of that nagging voice in the back of my mind refusing to believe.

Heeseung furrows his eyebrows, confused as to what I'm doing and proceeds to follow me around the store almost like a puppy. I try not to let it phase me, focusing on what needs to be done but the feeling of his eyes watching me and his feet following my every movement starts to make me anxious.

I immediately make my way to the part of the store with make-up wipes, a nervous feeling bubbling up in my stomach. I could care less about my job at the moment when something like this is happening. I can feel his every movement mirroring mine as he crouches down next to me when I go to grab the make-up wipes. I try to ignore the shaking in my hands when I reach out to grab them. But I curse quietly to myself when I can't seem to get them to stop, overwhelmed yet agitated that this is affecting me so much. What's wrong with me?

My heart beats faster against my chest as my breathing turns shallower and shallower by the second. As if every single breath is met with an invisible resistance trying to stop it. I attempt to ignore it to finally check for myself if what Heeseung is saying is true, but all I hear is a soft sigh from him next to me. Before I can even react he gently takes my hands into his own, he's holding them so gently it's as almost he weren't holding them at all, "H-Heeseung-"

"Just breathe first," Heeseung says, looking, no pleading with his eyes as he stares into mine, "please."

Heeseung carefully places one of my hands on his chest, taking slow long deep breaths and looking towards me indicating he wanted me to do the same. I have no idea how much time passes but with Heeseung's help I eventually feel my breathing become steady. The normal rhythm of breathing sets in now with ease without the unwelcome resistance. A small smile rests on my face at the kind gesture and I shyly remove my hands from his with a way too obvious flustered expression. Does he realize he just held my hand for that long? Does he even realize what kind of effect such a kind gesture has on my heart? Just what are you doing to my heart, Lee Heeseung?