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soul mate
ˈsōl ˌmāt/
noun
noun: soulmate
1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.
In this world, almost everyone is born with a soulmate, it is very rare that someone does not have a soulmate, whether it be a close friend or a romantic interest. At a certain age a simple bracelet around your wrist, no one knows how it gets there and although many have tried, no one ever knows for certain how they are given out.
The bracelet will be a color with a singular charm on it. If you obtain your bracelet at a young age, the accessory will most likely be brown, black, orange, or yellow, as the bracelet coloration will match your soulmates hair color. No one’s hair color is precisely the same, the twists and turns in the simple strings may be different shades of yellow, or lighter blacks and browns, just like your soulmates hair. If your soulmate dyes their hair, the strings will change its color to match your soulmates. The charm is something that defines your soulmate. It may be what they’re interested in or how they act. Most people have two to three charms on their bracelets as those are the most important things about their soulmate. Once you’re in the general area of your soulmate the charms will begin to glow and pull towards your soulmate’s own charms.
Min Yoongi was in high school in Daegu when his bracelet appeared on his wrist. He was the latest kid in the grade, but he really didn’t care. The color was, as he expected it to be, black. But it seemed a different shade of black compared to all his classmates. The charm was a sun, no one that he could think of reminded him of the sun. But he already figured it wouldn’t be anyone in his class. Many people dyed their hair so their soulmates could find them easier, Yonongi would do so as well, after his soulmate did it.
Park Jimin was ecstatic when he finally got his bracelet. It was a black as well, but with a moon charm on it. That morning he ran downstairs to his mother,
“Mom! Mom I got my bracelet! Can I dye my hair now pleaseee? You promised I could!” Jimin’s mother sighs, “Sure Jimin,” but she smiles at her son, happy that he has finally gotten his bracelet, she remembers what it was like when her bracelet appeared as well, even though it was many years ago and she was young. “After school, we can get your hair dyed, okay Jimminie?” He nodded his head quickly and proceeded to get ready for school, “Bye Mom, love you!!”
Yoongi’s bracelet became cherry red after school.
He smiled slightly to himself, put his book down, and went to the hair salon.
Jimin watched as his bracelet slowly became a burgundy-like hue. It looked much like his own hair color but with purple undertones. He smiled to himself, Jimin couldn’t wait to see his soulmate one day.
Throughout high school, Yoongi’s and Jimin’s bracelets changed colors, it was drawing near winter break and neither of the two boys have met one another yet, they still had no idea how to contact one another other than platinum blonde and light blue strings around their wrists, as well as Jimin having his moon charm and a music note charm on his bracelet.
Yoongi decided to go visit Busan, he needed a break from his grueling music production class. Currently his own bracelet was a bleach blonde, with charms of the sun and dance shoes on it.
Yoongi grabs his bag of luggage and goes on the subway.
Jimin didn’t plan to drop by the coffee shop today, but it was surprisingly cool outside even in his loose sweater so he decided, why not indulge in a pumpkin spice latte? He’s done pretty decent in his classes so far so he deserves a “congrats you haven’t pulled all your hair out of your head!” Drink.
He walks into the store, the bell chimes signifying a new costumer entering. Jimin walks up to the counter and orders his drink
After Yoongi dropped his luggage off at the nearest, cheapest, yet wouldn’t be infested with rats, hotel, he carried forward to exploring more of the city. Absentmindedly walking the busy streets, not even paying attention to where he was at this point, simply taking in the city. Looking up from his phone to see he has inevitably made it to a quaint coffee shop. Yoongi walks in.
Jimin looks up from where he was sitting, in a booth near the back of the coffee shop. He feels a slight tug at his wrist, looking down he realizes the charms are glowing, eyes now widened he looks up to meet the eyes of a man with the same hair color as to that of his bracelet, the male wearing the same expression as himself. The blue haired boy walked closer to the booth Jimin was sitting at with their arms involuntarily meeting together, their wrists touching as the charms touched.
Jimin beams at the other boy, “Care to sit? My name is Park Jimin!” the other boy nods in acknowledgement and softly smiles as he sits, “I’m Min Yoongi, nice to meet you.”