stilljunhui (Ao3)
His soulmate, Taeyang concluded, was a bit of a brat. He was shy and blushed way too easily, but a brat nonetheless for making him go through all the trouble of finally meeting him.
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I'm bored.
The words first appeared on Taeyang's skin in the middle of class.
Normally, the first words you got from your soulmate was a big thing. Mainly because the words that appeared on your skin meant you actually have a soulmate; someone you're destined to be partnered with for the rest of your life. Someone who was made to love you, no matter what, whose heart is matched with yours for all eternity. True love. Destiny.
Soulmates are able to contact each other by writing on their skin. Whatever is written on your own skin will appear in the same spot on your soulmate's skin, which usually meant that finding your soulmate was pretty much made to be easy. Considering there aren't any language barriers then with a few quick scribbles, you can know everything about your soulmate and more, arrange to meet up, live happily ever after, all that jazz.
At least, that was usually the case.
Taeyang stared at the back of his hand with mixed feelings. Was he happy? Well, he can't say he wasn't at least a little bit overjoyed. He had a soulmate, which was great, of course. He was definitely happy about that. The only thing that was getting in the way with his happiness was how he had tried contacting his soulmate several times over the past few years and never got a single reply, ever.
He remembered the first thing he wrote out, too: Hi! I'm your soulmate Yoo Taeyang.
He had expected a reply right away, but instead got none. Still, Taeyang dutifully wrote out good morning and good night greetings on his hand everyday since he was 16, waiting for the moment his soulmate would finally reply. He knew he had one. It wasn't like he was writing to no one in particular— he had to have one, he felt it deep inside of him, and there's no way he was giving up. If anything, right now a huge part of him wanted to ignore the writing on his hand for a few years to see how his soulmate would like it.
A few seconds later, he was already uncapping his pen and writing on another area of his hand.
You made me wait three years. I should be mad at you.
Taeyang wondered if maybe that was a bit too harsh to say. It was followed by a feeling of worry, that maybe his soulmate would end up not replying all over again. He couldn't have possibly messed it up before it even started, right?
His negative thoughts disappeared when he felt a tingling sensation on his hand, watching in awe as the black marks began to form.
You should be, but here you are replying to me anyway.
Taeyang fought back a laugh as he had to agree, eagerly writing back now that they were finally conversing.
Okay, good point. Will you introduce yourself, then?
He stared at his hand expectantly— he was going to find out his soulmate's name. Everything else would follow smoothly after that. He'd figure out his soulmate's gender, too, probably. Boy or girl, did it really matter if it was your fated love? Surely by then they could go on dates, hold hands, do all the cute couple stuff. They would do as soulmates do. Well, considering they do meet up, Korea was a big place after all and—
Taeyang blinked as the two letters, bold and black, appeared.
No.
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