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A ten-year-old Taehyung was quietly sitting in his room, drawing in his coloring book. His parents had left a few minutes ago to buy furniture for a celebration. The “soul-marking” celebration, to be exact.
The little boy didn’t really understand what it was but, ever since he was really young, they had told him it was an important day for everyone; the day he'll know what words his soulmate would have to say to make him fall in love.
The ceremony occurred once a year, in a big theater, where children of the same age, along with their family, gathered. In alphabetical order, the children were called in order to write words on their left arm , sometimes sentences.
The symbols could look random but, it wasn’t the case. The elders, known as the « réunisseurs » chose thoroughly what they were going to write on the children's arm. Different words for each person and yet, they had the same purpose : a romantic union.
Taehyung could still remember how much his mom had laughed when he told her he « didn’t want to get a tattoo ».
When she had finally calmed down, she sat on the floor, not really caring about if her blue dress would get dirty, and invited the young boy to sit on her lap. She needed to go to work but this was more important.
« Soul-marking isn’t like getting a tattoo, baby cub, » his mother loved to call him a baby cub, because she found him as cute as a kitten and yet she knew he'll grow up as strong as a lion. « It is far more important. »
« But, why ? » he crossed his tiny arms, puffing out his still baby-like cheeks.
« Are you against that ? » she softly asked him.
« No, not really, but… »
« If that’s what scares you, don't worry, it doesn't hurt. » Since he stayed silent, she carried on. « Tattoos and soul-marks seem alike, but the second doesn’t hurt your skin and only brings happiness. The day you'll meet your soulmate will be amazing. I promise, so don't worry, dear. »
His mother words comforted him a bit. He hid his face in the bridge of her neck, breathing into the scent of her regular perfume. Her new necklace bothered him slightly but it was a recent gift from his father so he didn't complain. Taehyung was still really young and love didn’t have a meaning for him, he was amazed, however, to see how much his parents « loved » each other. He desired to be as happy as them with his future lover.
He looked at his mother’s left arm, where her soul-mark was and she instantly knew what he was going to ask.
« How did you and dad meet ? »
He already asked her countless time, but she didn’t mind.
« Well, how did we meet again…? » she pretended to search in her mind, but the memory came to her as if it were just yesterday. « I overslept that day and thought I was going to be late. Therefore, I asked around me for the time… »
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“Excuse me, do you know what time is it ?”
“Of course, it’s time for you to fall in love with me.”
Straightforward, precise and cringy, it was indeed another soul-meeting. The tenth fvcking soulmate meeting within a week. Earlier, when Taehyung saw a young girl, maybe around fifteen, running to the bus stop with a panicked expression, he hardly reacted. He had just left Namjoon(one of his favorite people in the world)’s house and when he saw the sky, the beautiful blue sky without a single cloud and felt the slight wind that caressed his face, he knew he needed to walk a bit.
To go to the bus stop.
Believe him or not, he had one of the best moments of his life whenever he was with his hyung and in addition to that, the weather was so nice. He knew that if he took the risk to walk and, maybe trip or ruin the outfit he had carefully chosen, it would also ruin his day. And nothing could ruin his day.
... Or that’s what he thought.
Therefore, he was at the bus stop… waiting for the bus before this young girl had come. When she had started to ask around her for the time, he simply thought that she was late but as soon as she had come to ask him (almost no one had answered her) and he answered right away that he didn’t know, even though his phone was in his hand, he knew something was odd. And there he was, witnessing another soul-meeting.
He didn’t mind people meeting their soulmate, after all, love was “something everyone needed to be happy” and “a world without love is a lost world” and blahblahblah. Ok, maybe he did mind. But why did this teenager’s lover have to be next to him ?
The black haired boy had no other choice but to clap along with the other people and fake a smile.
The bus had finally arrived and he went in, thinking about what had just happened. Putting his phone back into his pocket, he looked at his left arm. It was covered by the sleeve of his blue jacket (he was thankful that it was still a bit fresh during spring, he could wear jackets without looking strange) but with what was written in it, more importantly, what wasn't, he was sure that he'd stay single for his entire life.
He sighed internally and looked at the sky. It seemed to read his mind and now, the previously light sky was becoming greyish.
‘I can't wait to get home..’
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‘My-freaking-mother-on-a-tricycle, what the heck ? It was sunny like, two minutes ago!’ the silver haired man frowned, his dark brown eyes sending glares towards the sky, as if that was going to change something.
Blame his luck, his father had come back the hour before and asked him to go to the market while he was out the whole morning with his wife at the mall. Even worse, he had the audacity to ask why he was sleeping in. Okay, it was almost 3pm when he had come back and, so what ? It was Saturday, jeez . Saturdays are precious.
At first, he had tried to refuse, saying that he was tired and it was the weekend. Let’s just say that his mother's glare had given him the urge to go for a walk.
And so there he was, exiting a convenience store and looking at the sky. Blame his luck, again as it decided that staying blue and pretty all day wasn’t cool. The young man knew that he only had a few minutes before he’d get soaked by the rain, whilst his parents were all comfy in their house, doing god knows what. Just thinking about it made him shiver in disgust.
Oh, he had an umbrella, it wasn’t the problem. He just knew that he was way too lazy to take it out because it was crowded by his groceries.
‘A bit of water didn’t hurt anyone, right ?’ or did it ?
Followed by nothing but droplets of water, and maybe a little younger man, our lazy silver haired man quickly walked to hide under the first bus stop he saw. He looked at the station name and cursed in his breath.
“Hagye ?! Damn rain, I don’t even live near Hagye !”
Well, it was true, but he didn’t say that out loud. He wasn’t alone.
“O-oh, Min Yoongi-hyung… hello.” And, this person knew his name.
Said Min Yoongi looked at his right and observed the handsome male next to him. It was perhaps the way he always managed to look astonishingly beautiful even whilst soaking wet , whereas he was probably looking like a grey floor cloth. Or, the way the youngest always pronounced his name (mostly both) but he instantly recognized him. It was Kim Taehyung. Even though his honey skin seemed a bit tern because of the weather and his usually fluffy hair were now stuck to his face due to the rain, he still looked like the annoyingly strange kid he knew by name. Since the black haired man was a bit taller, he had to raise his head to look at him in the eyes. Yoongi, however, wasn’t the intimidated one, more like the intimidating one.
Taehyung had no idea of what to say or do in front of the Min Yoongi, aka the guy that scared him as much as he was intriguing. He didn’t think he’d see him like that, outside of college hours, but here he was, staring at him with dead eyes. His stunning dark chocolate eyes that contrasted with his oh so pale skin. He could feel Yoongi's gaze on every inch of his body the whole time he was closely staring at his body up and down, almost as if he was analysing him, and his left arm began to itch. It didn’t hurt, but it was kind of bothering, too bothering to be normal in his opinion. He stopped thinking too much about it though when the older scratched his own arms, concluding that it was just because of their clothes that were glued to their skin because of the rain.
“I don't think it will stop raining soon…” he had speak a bit louder because the rain was covering his voice. “We could, I don’t know, talk ? I mean, if you don't mind, I don’t want be annoying…”
Taehyung smiled nervously. He wasn't even near his home – he took the wrong bus earlier because he just wanted to get away from the new lovers as fast as possible and hadn’t bothered to look at where that bus was going to – and he knew that he wouldn't be able to go back when it was raining that much.
Hence, he tried to have a little conversation with the man next to him, hoping to kill some time. He didn’t know if he was okay with that though, since he was still staring at him with no expression. It made him feel uneasy but, he didn’t give up.
“You know, well I’m almost sure you don't but, I don’t live here, haha,” ‘awkward laugh, check.’ “Something happened and I took the wrong bus.. but I guess it was worth it because I got to meet you, right ?” ‘Why did I say that ?’
Still no reaction other than a slight frown. He didn’t know how to feel about the situation. A breeze made our black haired man shiver and when he thought he was going to have one of the most embarrassing moment of his day, Yoongi moved.
He knelt down, not seeming to care much when his pants got even more wet (after all, it already was) and searched in his grocery bag. A moment later, he took out a little red umbrella and showed it to Taehyung without a word.
The latter took a while to understand what he was trying to do, and when he finally took the umbrella, “thank y-” Yoongi left quickly, walking under the rain without any protection.
Once he realised that he wasn't going to come back, Taehyung sighed and smiled a bit just after. He didn’t know if Yoongi did that to avoid him or to help him, but whatever. He had an umbrella now.
He opened it and began walking in the same direction as the silver haired one, not because he was following him, but because his house was in this way too.
‘Yoongi-hyung sure is a strange guy...’
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