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Park Woojin Soulmate Au

I wasn’t sure what to put on the collage, so it’s a bit make do, heh. Here’s Woojin~

• Your soulmate key is one of the rarest there is,

• Hundreds of years ago everyone was attached to their soulmate with a red string, their pinkies tied together,

• Only a few people could see the strings, and that’s where the trouble set in,

• Because there’s no fun if there isn’t any drama right?

• (That’s a lie, there’s plenty of fun in peace kids),

• The people who could see the strings where often forced to cut them and tie the wrong ones together by people who found someone who thought would be better than their soulmate, which always ended in heartbreak,

• Or to tell people who they were connected to, which cursed the couple,

• They were people considered as powerful as Royalty,

• But then fate caught on and decided it should mix things up,

• Children began to be born with no red strings, but other soulmate keys, ones that can’t be tampered with,

• Evolution at its best really,

• But there’s still a small amount of people who still have red strings, and one of those people happen to be you,

• In theory it’s the best soulmate key right?

• I mean it should be but nope,

• There still seems to be some people out there that cut the strings,

• You where in a maths class in your last year of school,

• I mean you where begging for a distraction from trigonometry,

• But you did not mean this,

• You where copying an equation when your hand jolted suddenly then the slight tension that was always there disappeared,

• You watched in horror as your string shrunk to just a frayed end tied to your finger,

• Either a complete douche had gotten bored and cut a random string,

• Or even worse, your soulmate had found someone they thought they could love more than you,

• (You don’t realise until later but maybe you don’t want a soulmate who’s that selfish),

• Your stomach felt like it does when you go into roller coasters, but there was no joy in this,

• Your throat seemed to close and you couldn’t breathe,

• All you could think was that you where never going to meet your soulmate,

• You’d heard stories of people like you, but it seemed so unreal,

• The person who was perfect for you, the person who you where made for, you where never going to meet them,

• Yeah, you didn’t go to school that week,

• You only went the next week because your friends told you there was a huge test, and you weren’t going to let your now non existent soulmate get in the way of good grades,

• Maybe you didn’t ace the test, but when word got around of what had happened, your teacher gave you some extra points,

• It was the first time you cried over it because it finally sunk in,

• When everyone would be growing old with their soulmate,

• (Or those people who don’t grow old until they meet their soulmate would be living life young)

• You’d be growing old alone, maybe with a few cats or a couple of dogs, and small army of hamsters,

• Okay maybe not totally alone,

• This would be the part when you would slip into a long depression, and start to live life as a recluse writer that only published heart break stories,

• As much as that seemed appealing to you, you literally couldn’t despite how much you tried,

• And you tried,

• (A girl’s allowed to feel sorry for herself okay),

• Your friends where always taking you to see a new film or to walk their dog or to go biking together,

• Or they’d sit silently in your room with you and simply reassure you with their presence,

• In a world that centers around romantic love, you found the magic in platonic love,

• Although there may be no key, you became a firm believer in platonic soulmates, because you’d definitely found yours,

• So yeah, you didn’t get to be a mysterious recluse, you carried life on like normal,

• Although you felt happy for 2 soulmates when they met, you couldn’t help but be envious as well,

• How could you not though?

• Don’t we all want things we can’t have?

• Everyone always does this thing where they apologize although they’ve done nothing wrong?

• It always makes you feel awkward and a lil sad,

• You just need to keep thinking that if you didn’t get cut off you wouldn’t have found the beauty of friendships so amazing,

• But one day you’re at a cafe waiting for a friend and you spot him,

• A boy who also has a red string,

• The first time you’ve ever seen someone with the same key as you,

• And that string is also frayed and snapped,

• You almost scream,

• Are you all cursed or something?

• You contemplate starting a support group but then you realise you’d have to attend and it puts you off,

• You sit yourself down in the chair opposite him, no plan at all,

• You would panic but it seems you’ve lost your mind so there’s no use,

• “So, how many times have you lied about your key to avoid questions and condolences?”

• Yeah you’re straight forward, but you’ve always craved to not have to tip toe around the subject,

• To talk do someone like you with no barriers,

• So you’re projecting your feelings into others, that’s totally healthy. . .

• He looks up at you with complete confusion first, eyebrows scrunched adorably,

• But he looks so tired and lonely and your heart aches,

• But then his eyes drift to your pinky, where you’re swirling the snapped piece of string around your other fingers, something you always did you ground yourself,

• His eyes light up a little and he half smiles, you take it as a breakthrough,

• “I’ve lost count, you?”

• Not gunna lie, you nearly always do,

• But who tells the truth nowadays anyway?

• Not you, nope,

• The conversation doesn’t exactly flow, with brief gaps and silences, but it’s so refreshing to find yourself completely free to talk and relate to someone,

• You find out Woojin just woke up one day with his string broken,

• And he did take the recluse lifestyle,

• But you won’t let him continue no matter how easy it is to let him,

• You become someone your friends where to you,

• You constantly ask him on ice cream dates or to sleep round because you’re lonely,

• You found your tactic -

• Woojin will do anything to make sure you don’t feel the same sadness as him,

• So if you say you’re lonely or feel lost

• (Which is only a lie 50% of the time)

• He’ll head straight over, and both of you benefit,

• You slowly manage to bring Woojin back to life,

• You remember the first time you got him properly laugh,

• You had begged him to go 2 person kayaking with you for weeks,

• (You said you had no one to go with and he gave in quickly enough),

• You guys where floating along until you thought you saw something in the water, leaned over to look and capsized the both of you,

• You Remember scrambling to get back into the small kayak, but stopping dead when you saw Woojin,

• He was clinging onto the boat opposite you and he just cracked up laughing,

• He has a snaggletooth?!?!?

• What is this angel music? Why had it been blocked for years?

• You’re ready to fight whoever cut Woojins string because his soulmate is seriously missing out,

• You feel awful, but your kind of glad his string was cut,

• From that point on you’re sucker,

• You bring Woojin back to earth and you discover he’s just a huge dork, not some mysterious figure,

• You’re sat on some swings, waiting to watch the sun rise because you’ve always wanted to and you dragged Woojin along,

• You watch the pink glow mix with the orange and blues and -

• “Hey Y/N, I’m not glad I got my string cut, but sometimes I think it’s not so bad anymore,”

• You cry and he panics and doesn’t understand but that one phrase means the whole world to you,

• It means you’ve brightened someone’s world to the point they don’t feel alone anymore,

• And it kind of knocks the breath out of you,

• The falling feeling you had since your string was cut decreases significantly and you feel happy,

• Well and truly happy for the first time in years,

• He wraps his arms around you as you cry with happiness, his warmth a comfort you slowly get used to,

• You don’t know what the love for a soulmate feels like, but if it’s anything like what you feel for Woojin it’s overpowering and incredible,

• You two never discuss a relationship but you just fall into a conventional couples routine,

• You move in together and sleep in the same bed so you two never feel lonely together,

• You always tell each other you love each other, it isn’t labeled as which sort of love but it doesn’t matter,

• You snuggle under blankets and kiss each other sweetly, a physical contact that makes butterflies float in your stomach,

• You both aim to cheer each other up even when you need it yourself,

•Both total dorks together that joke and act like kids and although you had an old heart at a young age, you make each other youthful again,

• (Because you both deserve the happiness this soulmate au deprived you of),

• Sure you’re both a type of broken, but you’re broken in such a way you fit together anyway,

• Things aren’t perfect, you disagree and occasionally argue, but from this you get to enjoy the happy moments in a way people who never have downfalls wouldn’t understand,

• You may not be soulmates, but you still hold pieces of the other in your hearts,

• Maybe you have a different red string, one that tangles and knots, but is still there,

• You’re unconventional with no solid lines on what things mean or what you are to each other, people often don’t understand your relationship,

• But none of it matters when you no longer feel the loss or loneliness,

• Because you have someone to grow old with,

• And whether that’s romantically or something else entirely, doesn’t matter in the slightest

((I actually had a different version of this written up but then I deleted it all and started again, so here we are, hope you enjoyed~))

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