Falling in love with your soulmate is predetermined. Like a rush of tingles that run down your spine, like a river that flows smoothly and steadily in the right path. This is Jung Jaehyun to you - expert street racer and your destined soulmate.
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It's hazy but you can feel it clearly. You're on top of Jaehyun, seated on his lap, grinding against his bone through his denim. Your fingers are digging into his back and his moans are lower than usual, coated with occasional grunts and swear words.
"You're my baby girl," he tugs at your ear lobe, guiding you as you grind on him. "There, there. That's perfect."
"Jaehyun— Argh, fuck." Your head tilts back, fingers running through your hair as you dry hump the man before you. You push your hair to the side, letting it cover your face occasionally, while you rest your hand on his chest, firm and planted.
"Y/N," you hear the calling but this isn't the baritone voice you were so familiar with. It was gentle, and something you had so very well categorised in your head as annoying. The figure of Jaehyun before you gets hazier, like a fog and you feel yourself snapping out of this.
If this is a dream, please, can this just continue?
"Y/N, Y/N."
"Please let me stay in this dream land; please. I don't mind astral projection either. Let me not wake up from this." You're mumbling to yourself, trying to hold onto the fading Jaehyun and the laughter from the faraway is clearer and you know you'll snap awake anytime soon.
"Y/N, wake up. I swear to God, like honestly, what did I ever do to deserve this?"
You throw your pillow at him as soon as Jaehyun fades away in your head and you are aware of your surroundings.
Fucking Mark Lee, argh.
"Stop cockblocking me even in my dreams, Lee," you whine and Mark groans in disgust.
"You are horrible," he mumbles. "Can you sit up already, Y/N?"
You whine loudly, kicking Mark's thighs with your feet before sitting up and hugging the pillow by your side.
"What do you want?" You glare, eyes groggy as you rub it furiously.
"Besides the obvious concern that it's past lunchtime and you should perhaps eat something so that you don't starve," he raises an eyebrow questioningly but continues, "I'm going over to Hyuck's place for few days."
"What? Your sunshine?" You snap awake at that. "He's in town?"
"He came back to town two days ago," he shrugs, ignoring the teasing. "Thought I'd stay with him for a while and catch up."
"Oh," you smile. "Tell him to wire me the payment. The arsehat hasn't done that yet."
"For the three paintings he bought?"
You nod, "And for that monochrome self portrait."
"Ah, yes, that one," Mark claps his hand. "Like honestly, Hyuck wouldn't shut up about how good it compliments his new house. Says that something finally at par to his face value is in the building."
