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Min Yoongi, age 25, was surrounded by lovebirds. All his life. His parents were met- they had heterochromia iridum with each other's natural eye color that sorted itself out when they had eye contact for the first time- his brother has met his match- matching birthmarks- and during highschool, his friends began to find theirs too.
It had started with Kim Namjoon, his first friend. Namjoon's palm had always been dark and rich black, like he'd put it in tar with the intent to make a handprint. During homeroom in second year, he shook hands with the new kid Kim Seokjin without even thinking, and when they pulled their hands away, their palms were coated in vibrant colors. Jin had since been pulled into their friend circle. He'd been awkward at first, and everyone gagged at the way Namjoon made eyes at him all the time, but Jin found his place eventually. He began brought lunches for everyone and made sure they got their homework done and was narcissistic as hell (Not to mention the amount of times Yoongi'd be awoken from a well deserved nap to hear "I NEVER GET ANY HELP AROUND THIS HOUSE" in a shrill voice was devastating. It made Yoongi tired just thinking about it.). Like a new mom, complete with scolding if they failed a test.
Jung Hoseok, the friend that hadn't given Yoongi much choice in being his friend, liked to prank people about finding his soulmate, often making eye contact with someone random and gasping loudly, staring around the room as if seeing it in a new light and gasping,
"Guys. . .it's beautiful! So this is color!" In an almost convincing tone, considering his tendency to be extra. He'd then point at something that he knew was blue and call it red, earning laughs from the group, because then it was evident he was messing around. He was also partial to doing it to Jungkook just to make him angry.
It took until the last year for Jungkook and Taehyung to realize they were a match. Injuries or skin marks showed up on their skin when the other was injured, but the issue was that neither of them got hurt noticeably, and a couple freckles in similar places was nothing to jump to conclusions about. Once, Taehyung broke his arm, but how would that show up on Jungkook's arm if their was no skin damage? However, in the middle of the year, Jungkook had been being an idiot on his bike in front of the older crew of boys and wound up wiping out, earning himself a huge cut on his forehead. Taehyung had been the first to his side, and Jungkook looked up to see a concerning looking mark on Taehyung's forehead, exactly where Jungkook had come into contact with a rock. They'd been dating and being totally insufferable ever since.
Yoongi had no sign of who his soulmate was. Nothing. Not tatoos, birthmarks, nothing weird with his eyes, he didn't hear music in his head when his soulmate sang, he didn't have a red string tied to his finger. At one point he just became totally uninterested in finding them, decided that if they existed, he'd know when the time was right.
He didn't expect that time to be during his dreaded eight a.m. classes.
Bored and tired, and kind of hungry now that he thought about it, Yoongi was just minding his own goddamn business, trying his best not fall asleep during the lecture, as he saw something moving on his hand. Thinking it was a bug, he shook himself awake and slapped at it. After lifting his hand up and having made a fool out of homself he saw, printed on his hand in painstakingly neat handwriting,
"Hello?"
Yoongi nudged the person next to him, mumbling a request for a pen and getting an odd look, but he got one and immediately wrote back in a shaky scrawl,
"Hi." Ever the man of many words.
"OMG YOU ANSWERED!!!!!" Came the answer on Yoongi's wrist, and Yoongi smiled faintly. The person- his soulmate- must have worked really hard to make their handwriting neat for a good first impression, because their handwriting was far messier now.
"Was I supposed to ignore the sharpie showing up on my hand?"
"It's actually felt tip marker but I didn't expect it to work!!" Yoongi glanced around at his classmates. Nobody was writing on themselves, so unfortunately, Yoongi would have to get up to find his other half. God forbid.
"Well it did. Hi there, oth soulmate"
"what were you gonna write lol"
"Nothing"
"No, you just scribbled out, I can see it on my forearm"
"I did nothing of the sort. What's your name?"
"I'll tell you if you tell me what you wanted to write"
"Then perish"
"Ooh, a meme. My name is Park Jimin."
"I don't know a Park Jimin."
"Whar's your name?"
"Min Yoongi"
"I think my friend knows a Yoongi!!!!!"
"You use too many exclamation points for 8:30 a.m., Jimin." Yoongi couldn't wipe the grin off his face, though, as he talked with his soulmate. HIs name rolled around in his head. Park Jimin.
He liked him already.