When You Feel It Too

The Unseen Bond

The hospital room felt sterile, cold, despite the warmth of the sun streaming through the blinds.

I shifted uncomfortably on the examination table, my foot still aching, but a part of me was more preoccupied with the guy I had just met.

There was something unsettling about the whole situation—like a puzzle piece I couldn't quite fit into place, but it was staring me in the face.

I glanced around the room, trying to distract myself.

The nurse had given me some standard instructions about elevating my foot, but I was too focused on what had happened earlier.

When she finally came back in with the X-ray results, I was still lost in my thoughts.

"Nothing broken, just a sprain. You should be fine in a few days if you rest it," she said, flipping through the paper in her hands.

I nodded absentmindedly, still processing the strange sensations that kept invading my mind.

The pain had come from nowhere, and yet, it felt like it belonged to someone else.

The guy—whoever he was—had felt it too.

The nurse left, and I was left alone in the room, staring at the ceiling, replaying the encounter over and over.

What were the odds that someone else could experience the exact same physical sensation at the exact same moment?

It didn't add up.

I had chalked up my aches to fatigue, to overexertion from dance rehearsals and the constant pressure of auditions.

But this?

This wasn't fatigue.

I reached for my phone, needing a distraction, and scrolled through my messages.

Most of them were from Yeosang, asking about my status for the next rehearsal.

I responded with a quick "I'm fine. Just a sprain. Be there tomorrow." I didn't mention the other part—the weird, surreal connection.

It didn't seem real.

A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.

I glanced up, expecting the nurse, but instead, it was him—the guy from earlier.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, startled.

gave a small, awkward smile as he stepped inside. "Figured I'd check on you. You looked pretty out of it earlier." He paused, almost hesitating before adding, "Plus, I didn't think you were actually going to admit it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Admit what?"

"The whole 'we're connected' thing," he said, sitting down on the edge of the chair near my bed.

"You seemed pretty unsure when we first talked about it. But I know what I felt. And I know you felt it too."

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to dismiss him again.

There was no logical explanation for what had happened.

But the more I thought about it, the less I could deny the truth of it. "It's just... impossible. It doesn't make sense," I muttered.

He shrugged. "Tell me about it. I've spent years trying to figure this out, and I still don't have answers." His expression softened. "But maybe we're meant to figure it out together."

His words hung in the air, heavier than I expected.

"I'm Wooyoung," I said, extending a hand. "And you are?"

He shook my hand firmly, his grip warm despite the tension. "San. Choi San."

A silence stretched between us, and I could feel the weight of something unspoken hovering just out of reach.

San had been experiencing the same thing for years, just like me.

But how could that be? And why was it only now, after all this time, that we'd met?

"So... what do we do now?" I asked, my voice small, uncertain.

San exhaled slowly, as though considering his next words carefully. "I don't know. But it seems like we don't have a choice anymore. We're connected, whether we want to be or not. I don't know if it's fate or coincidence, but this... whatever this is, it's real."

I swallowed, a sense of unease curling in my stomach. "You think we're soulmates?"

San's gaze met mine, and for a brief moment, I saw a flicker of something—something that almost looked like fear.

But he quickly masked it, shrugging again. "I don't know. It sounds crazy, right? But how else do you explain it?"

I didn't have an answer.

Before I could say anything else, the door opened again, and a nurse stepped inside. "Mr. Wooyoung, your X-ray results came back. It's just a sprain. You're free to go as long as you take it easy for a few days."

I nodded, standing up slowly and feeling the sting in my foot as I moved.

The pain wasn't as bad now, but the memory of what I had felt lingered.

The pain, the connection—it was too real to ignore.

San stood up with me, his eyes still focused on me as if he were waiting for something.

"So... what now?" I asked, unsure of what he meant by 'we're connected.' Was it just the physical pain? Or something deeper?

San seemed to think for a moment. "Maybe... we figure it out. Together."

I couldn't argue with that. As much as I hated not having answers, something in me—something in the way our fates had collided—told me he was right.

It was only just beginning.