ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴜʟᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ? [ ʟ.ᴍʜ + ʙ.ᴄ ]

4

Chan was still confused as why he suddenly started tearing up but he insisted he was fine. Infact, he visibly seemed much better. They even ended up talking comfortably for a long while afterwards. He even asked Chan to tell him how the end of the book went.

He was right it was good

Chan was actually a year older then him. And after teasing him about being a hag and Chan teasing him in return for being a fetus, he learnt Chan had just transferred here only last month from Australia, which Minho found cool. He was now the second Australia Minho happened to know but it turns out Chan didn't know a Felix so it was oure coincidence they both ended up in the same college.

After telling Chan about his majors and dancing which he kinda already figured out already since that was basically their first meeting. Chan on the other hand was a music major, doing production and song writing. Minho felt like he was watching at himself as Chan talked about his music, he basically glowed delivering each bit of information with a bright smile. He could tell he truely did love what he did.

They went on talking about random things, teasing each other every now amd then which just seem to come natural to the two. The sun soon looked like it was about to se when the two boys decided to part and returned to their dorms but not before exchanging numbers vis Chan's request.

"Minho?" Woojin called from across the across the table.

"yup?"

"Is everything alright." he asked and after slurping down his noodles, Minho raised an eyebrow, "everything is good. why?"

"... nothing... never mind." Woojin wasn't exactly worried at this moment, he was actually always worried prior to now. Minho had beem acting weird for weeks, he just seemed so down and no matter how much he offered the younger a ear to listen to whatever was bothering him, he just kept to himself.

Just this morning he seemed miserable and lost in thought but suddenly after returning a while ago. He seemed like his normal bubbly self.

It's like Minho went on vacation and finally returned after weeks. But he couldn't tell for sure. It's obvious he's been avoiding their normal group of friends a bit. Whether that stops or not, he'll just have to wait and see. For now he was really happy to see Minho looking genuinely in a good mood after so long.

Though he was a lot curious as to what happened to turn his world back around.

.....

2 months had passed and Minho spent most of it coincidentally with Chan just hanging out after and between classes and especially when Minho went to the auditorium to dance, more then happily letting Chan watch his performance, or just texting each other when they both couldn't find time to meet up. Chan especially seemed have to work alot.

Minho also getting to observe display his talents in the art. Minho thought he was amazing honestly. He dabble in so many different styles of music and he practically played every instruments he could name.

"Can you play the harp too?"

"yup." Chan replied almost smug. They had both just finnised practicing in the auditorium, well technically Minho Finished a while ago but stayed back to watch Chan. They were now walking back together.

"then how about one of those giant cello things— wait never mind your properly to short to play those anyway." Minho taunted with a mischievous smirk skipping past the older.

Chan gasped faking being  offended " Ok first of all they have different sizes and second of all WE'RE ONE CENTIMETER APART!"

"one centimeter higher in the air i can reach then you!"

"My arms are longer!" Chan defended.

Minho pouted "... that's fowl." he replied earning a hearty laugh from the older.

Besides teasing each other Minho often liked to asked Chan about soul mates, He loved hearing Chan's perspective on it. The older never asked why he was so interested but he seemed to enjoy telling Minho anyway.

"By the way, Chan about the soulmate strings theory?" Minho started" how would that fit into your little way of things."

"You make it sound like it's some elaborate plan, it's just a point of view Chan laughed. "I know but i find you point of view interesting!" the younger Chimed.

"Ok okay then what would you like to know young  Padawan."

"Hehehe hag."

"what?"

"nothing anyway, what if people thought they were in love but they suddenly broke up, or fell outta love or something? does the string, snap? or was there no string in the first place?"

Pausing near a small pole light, Minho automatically stopping too Chan took a short moment to think before suddenly reaching into his bag and pulled out a long peice of red ribbon, why he had it he didn't know.

*cough* plot *cough*

Chan then tied one end of the ribbon to his hand and the next end to the pole infront of him. "let's say I'm in love with this pole—"

"a pole? well ok I guess if that's what your into I can't judge you-" Minho teased flashing an innocent yet mischievous smile but Chan just playfully rolled his eyes and continued.

"Anyway!—I like to think of the string or ribbon as more of a sign then a guide. Your choses as a person, life guides you towards people. The string is simply a sign of your established bond."

"mhmmm then what happens if you lose your bond or you fall out of love with a person." Minho questioned.

"Simple you lose your connection." Chan answered untying the ribbon from the pole. "and when or if your lucky enough to find someone else to bond with—"

moving towards Minho, Chan gently lifed the dancer's hand tying the ribbon to his wrist, Minho eyes lingering on their connected wrist before their eyes met. Chan's voice suddenly felt so velvety in that moment.

"— when you find that special someone to love, you'll be connected with them, might be instantly, might not but when the two do realize their worth to each other that moment will be the most magical."