a/n: if you don't remember bolded italics is what happened last time. and italics is thoughts when stated, and large paragraphs with italics is flashbacks. also i went ham on the details. so have fun.
pairing(s): yugyeom x reader, bestfriend!(oc)hyun x reader, *soon* platonic!mark x reader, *soon* platonic!jackson x reader
warnings: none?
words: 2.6k
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"You know, since you were talking I was wondering, and thinking like- for real if Yugyeom, and I didn't work out, because I am those semi-rare cases like you. Like, could I be one of those cases? For example, like the handwriting, I had sort of a similar hand writing like Yugyeom, and we clicked. Of course, there were some differences in our hand writing, but duh! We're dumb, and didn't know how the actual system worked so you know, like I said we clicked. Oh, my gos-. Maybe he's not my actual soulmate, and I have another one, and I have a crazy case of having different connection to my soulmat-."There was a moment of sadness then, Hyun said "oh my god, Yugyeom, you and- what the- oh m-." He stopped himself. Then everything clicked.
"Explain, right now."
Something needed to be explained, and Hyun wasn't the only one that was hungry for knowledge at this point. The moment she had talked about having anything related to Yugyeom, Hyun, had stopped thinking rationally. It couldn't be possible- the fact that she's was in a romantic relationship and mere almost soulmates with him. He didn't believe in soulmates, and with Y/N spilling slightly that she knew them previously made his head swirl like a smoothie inside a blender that Y/N was controlling. He did believe that she went to Hanlim since she was crazy talented, but the part with Yugyeom seemed so far from real. He looked at her before she started talking. It was almost like she had him in a trance that he broke when she opened her mouth.
"Okay, let me break it down for you. I got accepted, and transferred to Hanlim from my mediocre high school. It was really cool, like the first day of school I saw a lot of potential idols, and self-made idols. It was cool. You know I really didn't fit in. I was just another transferee that was still a trainee." Hyun laughs. "Why are you laughing?" Hyun then reminds Y/N that she never debuted. "Oh, shut up, at least I was close to. No one liked you enough to even look at you." "Lies, I was hottest." Y/N scoffs as she resumes her story to her friend who was listening with intent. "Yugyeom and I were both from the same class, when I was a Junior high school, he was too. This explains why I had him in almost of my classes. I mean I would've never guessed that I would have something with him, especially because they don't go to school like we do. They only show up in certain days. But, ooo baby were those days wild. It was a great first week of school, but it was because I haven't met Yugyeom formally yet. I was still the same me." "Oh my, were the cocky girl I know today?" Y/N scoffs. "No, I was worst. I-was-I was innocent." He screeched as Y/N started to tell him about the first time they met.
Y/N looked at the cafeteria in front of her and sighed, she hadn't made any friends because she had transferred to this school without her friends knowing. There were faint looks at her direction, being impulsively scared she moved away from the view. And decided she didn't feel like eating lunch that day. It was the same pattern that whole week. She wanted to find a seat in lunch, but the lack of friends she had was making it hard for her to even look in the direction of them. Sighing, she fixed the uniform she was wearing and walked in melancholy to the piano room. Or as she called it, her safe room. The view of the hallway that contained her safe haven appeared, and Y/N's walking was becoming more faster with longer steps as the excitement bubbled in her. The thought of not having friends was no longer lingering her mind. She had a piano bench, and a grand piano all to herself. If she really wanted to, she could catch up on homework. Or other duties. The girl's thoughts were enhanced when she opened the door, and saw no one. A deep exhale left her lips, as she clutched on to her backpack that slung from one of her shoulders. Moving into the tiled room, she saw her favorite black grand piano. The sounds of her school shoes hitting the ground, and making a simple beat with her walking. Placing the backpack down, she sat down on the decently cold bench in front of the beauty she called "grand." It seemed like Grand was her only friend in the school. Her fingers touched the keys and it sent goosebumps down her spine into her body. She warms up her fingers with simple and intricate exercises she has taught herself. The song that she wants to play is always Chopin- Nocturne OP.9 NO.2, since it was the song she always had in her head, but this time she wanted to play some Beethoven. The one she had in mind, that she wanted herself to play was the most common among everyone. Moonlight. The iconic piece of music, that she was proud enough to say she learned in a week with long days and nights of practicing till her sleep took her over.
