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soulmate!au

In where people are born with the first words they hear from their soulmates written somewhere on their bodies. The place they are written is the place of their first touch.

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Y/n stood in front of her mirror in the bathroom. Whenever she took a shower she would be reminded of the ugly words written on her butt.

You smell that? Mark probably farted again.

What the fuck kind of soulmate were you meant to have that the first words you were supposed to hear from that person were about a fart? And why would the first place they touch you be your ass? They just sound like a sick pervert.

Being super embarassed that those words were permanently written on your body, you'd hide them at any cost. With longer shorts, makeup and when you went for a swim you always had to wear a swimsuit instead of a two piece.

You had never revealed those words to anyone. In fact, you made sure to convince every one in your life that you were simply born without any words on you.

"Impossible!"

"What are you talking about? Everyone has words on them."

"Maybe they are hidden somewhere."

Your friends would tell you, but you would just keep on lying and telling them that there simply wasn't a soulmate for you. The first person ever to not have one.

You pulled the skin to see them more clearly in the foggy mirror as thick beads of water still dripped down your naked body. Everything was beautiful except for that little section of you.

Rolling your eyes for the nth time, you covered your body with a towl and walked back to your bedroom to quickly get dressed and greet the new neighbours that were moving in that afternoon, making sure to wear pants so that the stupid words were as well cover as they could be.

You walked into your living room with your hair up in a towel while brushing your teeth to look for your phone when you heard someone opening the main door to the building and then let it shut with a loud sound. Wondering if whoever just came in were your new neighbours, you started hearing a few boys speaking.

"Yeah, I think in little to no time we can get everything up there." The first boy spoke.

"How much is little to no time?" The second one spoke.

"It's little to no time." The first one spoke again.

"Can you stop talking and start carrying these boxes upstairs? I thought you were the one moving in." Another voice joined in.

You were pretry sure they were your neighbours. Quickly cleaning your mouth and letting your still damp hair loose, you decided that, after brushing it, you'd help them out. Meanwhile, you could hear them already making their way up the stairs.

As your hand touched the doorknob and got ready to twist it to open when they reached your floor, you heard the most dreaded words of your life.

"You smell that? Mark probably farted again." A much softer voice than the ones you'd had heard before spoke.

With reality hitting you like a bitch, all you did was shout.

"What in Mother Mary's name!" but you were quick to cover your mouth with your hands.

You knew they had definitely heard what you had said for the walls weren't the best sound proof ones and quickly fisically cringed at the thought of those being the words that were in your soulmate's body.