Yunho • Soulmate •

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* This is a specific Soulmate AU - the plot was not originally my own and this is a rewrite of the original. The request to have this rewritten was by the original author and I have their permission to upload here <3 *

Whatever appears on one's skin appears on the other's - ink, lacerations, bruises, anything physical. The day that someone begins to find unexplainable markings on their skin is the first sign of having being paired to their soulmate.
Not everyone has a soul mate and nobody is obligated to find theirs, though most will.
Soulmates can and often do communicate this way, using it to their advantage to locate one another. Its rare for any pain to accompany the appearance of cuts, burns and bruises provided they are minor though on some occasions soulmates have been said to experience a brief flash of pain before finding the marks.

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I can remember the day that it clicked; the day that I knew there was someone else, something else missing and that I wasn't going insane like everyone insinuated.
After I officially hit 18 years of age, weird and random marks would appear on my skin. Bruises, paper cuts, smudged ink - all these things would casually emerge on pale stretches of my skin without my notice.
For a while I brushed it off, telling myself that I was so busy during the day that I was just happening to miss these little incidents occurring. That changed on the day that I watched a small cut, the perfect size for a paper cut, appear on the tip of my finger whilst I tapped it against a decisively sharp edged free tabletop.
There was no pain, not stinging sensation accompanying its appearance, though the small red drops of blood splattering onto the glassy tabletop below my hand did create a small mess to clean.
Talking to anyone about it was useless, more often than not everyone just cooed excitedly that it must be a soulmate bond whilst others simply pet my back with false praise of my 'comedic' humour. Anyone who had anything genuinely interesting or informative to say about the soulmate bond were often only around for brief conversations that left me with more questions than before.

2 months. That's how long ago I started feverishly listing every little appearance on my skin, down to specs of dirt that I was pretty sure couldn't be an affliction caused by the bond. And then one day it wasn't a cut, bruise or burn that marred my skin; it was a list.
Astounded I stared down at my wrist as the cold water that I had been washing my hands in ran in rivulets past the blue ink bled into the skin.
The letters appeared hastily one after the other in a messy scrawl, writing out what I could only assume to be a shopping list, though a small one.

Sugar
Milk
Flour

At some point in the past two months that I had been recording the developments on my skin, the shock factor had begun to ebb away - replaced only with a burning curiosity.
I flicked the tap off and lifted my wrist closer to my face, inspecting the writing intently. This was the first time that a bunch of random words had shown up in place of a blemish of some sort. Regardless of whether I'd just seen them appear in front of my eyes, I would have known without doubt that I didn't write this based simply off of the fact that I would never write on my wrist; I would write on a piece of paper like a normal person.
I pursed my lips at my wrist, tongue tapping against my teeth. What kind of person was my soulmate? Why was he writing such a tiny shopping list on his skin at such a late hour?
Was it messy because he was messy? Or because he was rushed?
I attempted to wash it off as never ending questions about my soulmate ran through my head like a hamster on a wheel and soon gave up when the ink refused to budge.

Another month passed of me trying to both record and ignore the ridiculous marks that gave me no clue on the whereabouts of my mysterious soulmate. And then miraculously and by complete chance, I found him.

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