𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗

chapter 1

A/N: yEs yes i am aware wooyoung and moonbyul are nOt friends (or are they :o) in real life. I was listening to mamamoo whilst writing this and was like lOl let's add byul and solar cAuse i caN.

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Tracing the black ink with his finger tips, he observed the delicate patterns on his wrist. The intricate letters, each curve looped and every stalk slashed or dotted, lay, buried deep into his skin, but still visible- as if the letters were apart of his veins.

𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂

Such sorrowful words. Wooyoung expected something different, perhaps a compliment, a sign of astonishment, hell even the bold 'i love you'. His curiosity itched away at him along with pity for his soulmate. What had he done wrong? Wooyoung prayed for when he ran into his mate, he would be able to stop him before he did anything stupid and apologise. Perhaps he could rewrite his tattoo.

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"Are you able to close up for the night?" Moonbyul called out, slipping away a receipt into the register, "I need to head off if I'm going to catch the train."

"Oh yeah, go ahead noona." Wooyoung smiled as he tidied away all the remaining cups and plates into the cupboard.

"I owe you Woo." She grinned before slipping her apron off.

"Yeah yeah. Hurry and go see Yongsun!" He laughed at her flushed face.

Moonbyul ran out of the small coffee house, cursing him on her way out. She had found her soulmate at the bright age of 15, whilst in a jewellery shop, looking for a new ring. Wooyoung found their story cute, and craved for his own run in soon with his soulmate. Whistling whilst stacking the final few cups, Wooyoung changed out of his work shirt and replaced it with a loose plain t and a baggy hoodie. Taking out his contacts, he put on his circular glasses, grabbed his pair of coffee house keys and walked out.

"Hand the rest over!"

"And why should I?"

"Because if you don't, I'll gut you."

"As if. You're all kids. You don't know anything."

"Hand. The rest. Over"

"NOW!"

Wooyoung's breath hitched as he heard the screams coming from the alley behind the shop. Trying his best to be quiet as he tried to pass without gaining attention, he heard another shout before he was grabbed by his hood and pulled up against someone.

"You kids can walk away with the money you got, or this," the man pulled down Wooyoung's hood to identify him, "boy gets a mouthful of dirt."

"You release him and pay us the rest, or YOU get to taste my gun."

"You think I'm scared of you, shorty?" The man's booming voice echoed, making Wooyoung cringe underneath him.

"Release him whilst you still have your hands"

At that, the man violently shook Wooyoung, before gripping his hair and wrapping a hand around his stomach. Wooyoung hissed in pain, willing himself not to make any more noise.

"Go ahead and sh-"

A loud banging sound was heard, before Wooyoung felt the grip on his hair loosen and the arm around his stomach fall. The thunderous sound rang in his ears. Slowly turning around, he audibly gasped when he saw the scene behind him.

The man, from before, was on the floor, hole through his forehead and lying in his own puddle of blood. Wooyoung felt like he couldn't breathe, words stuck in his throat as he slowly turned his head back up to the people before him.

"Y-you killed him!" His voice cracked, swallowing hard as his wide eyes peered up to a man with dark hair. He saw one of the men beside him jolt up in surprise, eyes darting up to look at Wooyoung, whilst clinging to his own wrist like he'd been burnt.

"It was either him or you" the dark haired man replied, deep voice making Wooyoung shiver.

Realising the situation he had been put in, Wooyoung quickly whipped around, trying to bolt from the crime scene. Before he could move much, he felt a pair of arms secure themselves around his body, before his head was forced up to meet the eyes of the tall stranger.

"San" he called out, not breaking eye contact from Wooyoung.

"I'm sorry" the last words Wooyoung heard before he was struck across the head, knocking him out cold.

𝓲'𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂

wait,,