Destiny [MOONSUN]

Destiny

"Moonbyul, someone's asking for you at the desk. I think it's your girl."

She almost choked on the water she was drinking. In fact, she poured half a bottle over her shirt and slipped a little when she suddenly got up, earning the giggles of her friends, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered, just seeing Solar.

As she ran through the building to get to reception and she jumped down the stairs, she remembered the way the receptionist had referred to Solar. 'I think it's your girl,' 'your girl,' 'your girl'...

She tripped right on the last step, the one leading to the waiting room. Although she was able to hold on to the railing in time, it was still a little embarrassing. What was Solar going to think now? That she was a loser crazy for her?

However, hearing her laughing and seeing her so calm and happy to see her, sitting there on the agency couch, everything seemed irrelevant. Her knees loosened and she was afraid to fall again, but she was still holding on to the railing. 'Say hello, idiot,' she remembered.

"Hey."

What was wrong with her? 'Hey'? Who did she think she was, a soap opera stud? She started to think and think how silly she'd been, but Solar laughed again. Her eyes shone with excitement, though her laughter was a little mocking.

"Have you been swimming lately?"

Moonbyul didn't understand until she looked down at her shirt. Oh, of course, water bottle. She hadn't even noticed how wet she. She ignored it completely and approached her with determined strides, eager to have her even closer. Solar seemed happy, though a little intimidated. She put her hand over her eyes when she saw what Moonbyul was doing, and she yelled:

"What are you doing, cover up! I'm leaving!

Moonbyul had lowered her sports sweats on the right side to show her the tattoo they shared. It was so normal for her to have it there and she was so eager to show it to her that she hadn't even thought that it wasn't a very normal place and, of course, not at all public. There was a reason why no fan had ever seen her mark before. She heard the receptionist's laughter on her back.

She was making a fool of herself in front of Solar. What else is new.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, looking at the floor. "I wanted to show you my..."

"Don't tell me," Solar interrupted her, frowning.

Solar seemed to have an awful concept of her. What a horrible impression that must have been.

"It was my mark, silly, I... You know what?"

She looked up and put her eyes on the most beautiful girl in the world. She didn't want to waste a second of seeing her beautiful eyes. Her girl, her soulmate, her other half, in short, looked at her as if she thought had a screw loose. Maybe so, because she couldn't think straight with her around. There was one thing, though, that Moonbyul was clearly missing.

She extended her arm and held out her hand politely. Solar looked at her even more strangely.

"Let's start again," she decided, and introduced herself very formally. "I am Moon Byulyi. My favorite food is kimchi and, although I love rapping, I also love to sing. I know I'm clumsy," she acknowledged as she smiled, a bit awkward, "but I'd love to get to know you better. What do you say?"

Solar was speechless. She looked at Moonbyul with a very strange expression, as if she was seeing her for the first time and deciding whether she liked her or not. Perhaps it would be best for both of them to know from the beginning. Some soulmates decided not to be together, even if it caused them huge emptiness in their hearts. Some doctors who investigated that connection considered separation to be harmful to health, even.

Moonbyul didn't really care about that, but about Solar choosing her, telling her yes. Telling her that she was starting to love her, too.

She was already worrying about her silence when Solar shook her hand.

Her skin was very soft and warm. She had read a thousand times about the first time you touched your soulmate knowing that they were that, indeed. She had also learned about it at school, but nothing could have prepared her for that moment, for that feeling. It was neither fireworks, nor a hurricane, nor a roller coaster...

It was a magical sensation, but not as much as what she felt when Solar replied, suddenly very shy, still holding her hand:

"I am Kim Yongsun. I'm a tour guide from 9 to 5, and after work I sing because that's what I'm passionate about..."

She bit her lip and, just by looking at her eyes, Moonbyul knew that she too felt the magic that they shared. Her heart leapt when she crossed the distance separating them and put her free hand on her cheek tenderly.

"And nothing would make me happier than to be with you."

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