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It was common knowledge how after you had met your soulmate, their thoughts about you would form words on your skin; almost like temporary tattoos. No one knew why or how this could be, but it was as natural as losing your baby teeth or going through puberty.
Zon knew all of this, and he also knew he had met his soulmate, judging by how the words had begun showing up on his skin. He didn’t know who it was though, only that it must be someone in his school. Someone who was obsessed with his height and the dimples on his cheeks, which frankly, sort of annoyed him. To feel the distinct feeling of the words forming on his abdomen, only to look at it and read the word “ small ” happened far too often, and it made Zon feel so much contempt for whoever this “ destined lover ” were. How tall could they even be? Zon wasn’t even that short, he was 175 centimeters, thank you very much. Was it some sort of amazon girl, and if so, wouldn’t the two of them look very comical next to each other? Or , he thought to himself as he released his shimmy and let it cover the word underneath, was his soulmate a guy?
His speculation was cut short when he opened the door, and while walking out of the bathroom he collided with someone.
He stepped back at once, a hurried apology slipping out through his lips.
“Ah, sorry-”
He then abruptly cut himself short.
“Saifah”.
His features turned into a scowl, as he stared up at the tall guy.
Saifah raised an eyebrow at him, before he rolled his eyes.
“Out of the way, midget”.
Zon clenched his teeth.
“ Midg -? I’m not short?! You’re just tall!”
The smirk on Saifah’s face as he looked down at him made Zon want to punch him.
“Whatever makes you sleep at night, my Zon”.
Saifah then put his hand on his shoulder, and pushed him out of the way. For a moment Zon was frozen in place, feeling dumbfounded at being pushed aside so easily, but snapped out of it when the door slammed shut behind Saifah.
He bared his teeth in frustration.
“I’m not yours !”
He turned away from the door, and walked off in quick steps. When he passed the corner, out of sight from the bathroom, he slowed down. Another frustrated sigh slipped out through his lips, as he came to a full stop, resting his head against the wall.
He was so tired of that smug, tall asshole.
“Fuck that guy…”, he mumbled to himself.
He then felt a stirring on his abdomen once more, something he hadn’t noticed while busy being mad. He looked around him, seeing that he was alone, and pulled the shirt out from where it was stuffed inside his pants.
The sight of the word had his eyebrows shooting up.
Small. Cute.
He looked around him in suspicion, but there was no one there. This was almost a bit creepy - was his soulmate some sort of stalker? Watching him from behind corners? Or was this just something they thought randomly about throughout their day? He had seen it on his skin just a few minutes earlier, after all, but… usually the words didn’t appear this close to each other. Still, he didn’t like they thought of some tall girl calling him “ cute ”. That wasn’t manly at all. He preferred the term “ handsome ”.
When he heard steps approaching down the corridor he was forced to snap out of it, and he quickly pulled down his shirt. He didn’t want to be known as the guy who undressed in the hallways.
-
Zon didn’t thank his lucky star for the situation he had ended up in. Being paired with Saifah for concert? This was the worst! Sitting in the music room, trying to get the chords right while Saifah yelled “ wrong ” at his every try like some sort of dictator.
He was already over it.
“Hey! Shut up!”, he yelled after another reprimand over his off-key playing.
Saifah raised an eyebrow at him where he stood, watching him as he played on the sofa.
“No”.
Zon put down the guitar next to him, scowling.
“Yes”.
Saifah rolled his eyes at him.
“I will stop when you stop playing like shit”.
Zon bared his teeth at the tall boy, before he flew up from the sofa and turned on his heels.
When he was at the door, Saifah spoke behind him.
“Hey, where are you going?”
Zon didn’t spare him even a glance.
“Away from you ”.
He pushed the door open, and slammed it shut behind him, finding glee in the way it cut off Saifah’s sentence. Zon walked down the corridor in quick strides. He couldn’t help but notice that Saifah didn’t come after him, and somehow that made knots form in his stomach. He didn’t know why that made him feel that way.
And he didn’t notice the stirring over his abdomen as he fled.
-
“Tutor, I hate him so much”.
He heard his friend sigh over the line.
“ Hello to you too, Zon ”.
Zon had just made it home, thrown himself onto his bed, and called Tutor. He needed to vent, he was so done with Saifah at the moment.
He scowled.
“He’s an ass”.
He could almost see in front of him how Tutor rolled his eyes on the other side of the call.
“ You know Saifah is my friend as well, right? ”
Zon rolled his eyes too.
“Yeah, that’s why I called you. You should be able to relate”.
Tutor replied after a few seconds, sounding slightly muffled.
“ I think you’re- you’re overreacting, Zon… ”
Zon furrowed his eyebrows.
“You ok there, Tutor?”
He heard a shuffling in the background, and Tutor came back.
“ Yeah, I’m fine, just- ”
This time Tutor stopped in his sentence, letting out a moan.
“ P’Fighter, I’m on the- ”
Zon’s mouth fell open.
“Are you for real? Are you having sex while on the phone with me?”
Zon heard Tutor pull away the phone from his ear, reprimanding his soulmate. Zon heard Tutor let out a sound of protest, and then a voice spoke into the phone again.
It was Fighter this time.
“ Zon, it’s very interesting to hear you whine about your crush, but maybe you could call back sometime later and allow me to go back to sucking my boyfriend off? ”
Zon sputtered.
“He is not my crush, P’Fighter! Bye!”
He heard Fighter chuckle through the phone, as he hung up. Zon felt flushed when he let his phone drop on the mattress between him. That hadn’t been his plan. He didn’t want the image of his childhood friend being sucked off on his retina. Also, P’Fighter was scary, and no matter how many times Tutor would tell him about how his soulmate really was a teddy bear, that opinion wouldn’t change. He was a bear , alright, but no teddy .
Zon closed his eyes. The time wasn’t even 7pm yet, but he thought he deserved some rest after this day. He was getting into a comfortable position, when he felt a stirring on his abdomen, and his eyes flew open again grudgingly. Not now.
Zon groaned and sat up. He released his shirt from his pants, and lifted the fabric. When he looked down at the black words against his pale skin, he blinked. The he felt his face flush at once. What. The. Fuck.
Want him. Between my legs.
Zon pulled down the shirt over the words at once.
“Holy shit”, he hissed out.
Not only did his soulmate seem to know his identity, they also seemed to have fantasies, lewd fantasies about him. Zon swallowed, and then lifted the fabric slowly again, reading the words again. Was he actually someone to be desired like this? His soulmate might be annoying, but this… this was almost a bit hot. He swallowed again.
When new words appeared, covering the old ones, Zon almost flinched.
Do you like this?
He pulled the shirt down again. He changed his mind. Nothing his soulmate could think or do would ever be hot. He rolled over on his eyes and slammed his eyes shut, trying to force himself to fall asleep. When he felt words on his abdomen again, he firmly ignored it.
-
To sit in front of Soda and Luktarn while posing for pictures together with Saifah wasn’t the most enjoyable situation Zon had been in. The two girls had made them sit close to each other, almost hugging as they held a guitar between them. Zon’s head had started hurting just a few moments in, Soda and Luktarn were so loud . By the way they squealed at every second made you think that it was Saifah and Zon himself who had decided to pose the way they did. When the girls finally was satisfied with the photos, Zon felt as though they had been there for hours, even though judging by the light coming in from outside the windows it couldn’t have been more than half an hour, tops.
Soda clapped her hands together.
“Well, I think those turned out very good!”
Luktarn nodded, eyes shining.
“We’ll let you know which one to use for the event”.
The two girls beamed at them and waved before turning to the door, leaving him and Saifah alone in the room. For a moment they both just sat in silence, not moving, but then they turned to each other at the same time. Upon realising how close their faces were, they at once scooted apart.
Zon flew up from his chair, looking down at Saifah who was still sitting in his chair, guitar on his lap.
“I…”, he said, ignoring the slight crack in his voice. He swallowed. “I’m leaving!”
He turned to the door. When he was about to pass it, he heard Saifah put down the guitar behind him and stand up.
The tall boy spoke to him.
“Hey, Zon”.
Zon stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Yeah, what?”
He heard how Saifah stepped closer to him, stopping just behind him. Zon swallowed, but still didn’t turn.
The voice behind him was hushed.
“I’m just thinking…”, he heard Saifah swallow, before continuing. “I’ve come to realise I might’ve been a bit too… harsh on you, when we were practicing your playing. If you, well, if you’re still willing to learn, I can help you. And be more fair”.
Oh?
Zon swallowed, thinking over the offer. He did want to learn, and Saifah was a talented player, and if he on top of that promised to be kind? Zon bit his lip and made up his mind.
Without turning, he replied to Saifah.
“Yeah… sure”.
Saifah was silent for a moment, and when he spoke Zon could hear the smile in his voice. For some reason it surprised Zon. So, he could smile? Not only look smug? Too bad Zon’s pride stopped him from turning around to see it for himself.
Saifah’s voice was enough to give him the idea of it though.
“Nice! No, I mean, cool. That’s good, for the concert, you know…”
Zon nodded. He swallowed his pride and allowed himself to throw one glance over his shoulder, and found Saifah with a genuine smile on his lips. Without meaning to, he smiled back. He saw Saifah’s eyes widen at the sigh, and how the tall boy lifted his hand to rest against his upper arm while doing so. Zon he dropped the smile at once and turned away, facing the door again. He felt as though he had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.
He cleared his throat.
“Well, I- good talk”.
He cringed at himself.
Behind him, Saifah replied, a small chuckle slipping out between his lips.
“Yeah, good talk. Let’s meet up in the music room tomorrow, after classes are over? Would that work?”
Zon nodded.
“Yes, that’s fine”.
He glanced back at Saifah one last time. The smile was still on his lips, and it made Zon feel weird.
He turned forward.
“Well, we’ll talk tomorrow then!”, he simply said, and begun walking.
He heard Saifah say the same thing to him behind him. He didn’t like the way his emotions were all over the place. He just hadn’t realised that Saifah could act like a decent person? That was probably while he felt a bit shaken up. He nodded to himself, as he climbed down the stairs, heading for the exit. It was natural.
The hundred butterflies in his stomach made him miss the slight stirring on his abdomen; that his soulmate was thinking about him in that moment.
-
Saifah kept his promise. He was being less strict in his teaching, and that helped Zon in his willingness to learn.
His playing was still off-key, though.
“Zon, you have to press down your middle finger harder on the G-string”.
Zon furrowed his brows, tongue sticking out between his lips while he did so. He felt like he was just about doing it right, when he felt the distinctive sensation of a soul mark forming on his abdomen. It interrupted him, and he once more played a false tune.
Zon groaned.
“I’m never gonna get this right! And it’s all thanks to my dumb soulm-“
Zon shut his mouth, cutting his words short. He turned his eyes from the strings to Saifah, who was sitting on the other sofa. He looked a bit taken aback.
Zon felt his face heat up.
“Never mind! Forget I said that!”
It wasn’t as though he wasn’t allowed to talk about them. It was up to him. He just didn’t like the questions to come, if he knew who they were, what gender, etc. When he had confided in his friends about what he knew, they had all laughed at him, joking about him being so short even his future girlfriend was taller than him. It sucked. Zon pulled his gaze away from Saifah’s face, looking down at the guitar in his lap. It was silent for a few seconds, and Saifah got up from his seat, and Zon heard him moving to stop in front of him. It was silent for another moment, Zon refused to break it, until Saifah sighed. He got down on the seat next to Zon, and when he glanced at the taller boy he found himself unable to decipher his expression. More so, since Saifah wasn’t looking at him, eyes downcast and focused on Zon’s hands on the guitar.
After another moment of silence, Saifah raised his gaze and met his eyes.
“Well”, the tall boy said. “Let’s continue?”
Zon still felt as though it was something he was had missed, but instead of asking about it, he just nodded.
“Yeah…”
Saifah’s eyes turned down to his hands again, as he nodded as well. Zon still couldn’t understand the guarded look on the tall boy’s face. Thinking about it made his head hurt though, so he pushed it aside.
Saifah seemed to do the same.
“Try to play a C-chord again”.
Zon nodded, and put his fingers back against the strings. Again, it sounded off-key.
Zon let out a frustrated sigh.
“I can’t do it!”
He looked up at Saifah. The taller boy seemed to be contemplating over something.
When he finally spoke, Zon almost missed it, eyes focused on the way the taller boy was biting his lip.
“Can I… can I maybe help you?”
Zon raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“How?”
Saifah hummed, scratching his chin before speaking again.
“Well, if I, you know, held you hold the chord?”
Oh . For some reason unbeknownst to Zon, that made his stomach flutter slightly. He averted his gaze for a moment, before looking back into Saifah’s eyes.
He nodded.
“Yeah, that… that’d be fine”.
Saifah seemed a bit taken aback by his agreement, as though he hadn’t believed Zon would, but then he nodded.
“Ok, cool”.
Saifah swallowed, and scooted a bit closer on the sofa. Zon felt himself tense up when Saifah’s arm came to touch his, but forced himself to relax again.
He looked up at Saifah again, when the other spoke.
“So, I’ll… I’m gonna put my arms around your shoulders, is that fine?”
Zon nodded, not trusting his voice to come out without cracking. Saifah nodded to, before he raised his arm and put it over Zon’s back. His touch felt warm and when Zon took a breath to gather himself, he breathed in his scent. He smelled like detergent and something fully unique, something that was just him . Zon allowed himself to pull the scent into his nostrils once more, before he let his gaze cast down at his hands.
Saifah spoke in a hushed voice, hot breath against his nape.
“Okay, I’m gonna take your hands, ok?”
Zon swallowed, nodding in reply but still looking down at the guitar in his lap. A big hand came to rest upon the one he had on the throat of the instrument, and another against his fingers resting over the strings. Zon found himself hoping he didn’t have hand sweat. Zon swallowed.
He felt Saifah’s breath against his neck again, when the taller boy spoke to him softly; he had to refrain from shivering at the sensation.
“Okay, press your fingers like this, okay?”
Zon swallowed, throat suddenly dry, but he tried to press down with the help of Saifah.
Saifah hummed, blowing air at his neck once more.
“Now, let the other hand strum the strings while I count from one to four, okay?”
Zon hummed in reply, still not trusting his voice. It was a still moment before Saifah began counting, when Zon was just sitting almost as if in Saifah’s embrace. Zon’s face heatened up.
When Saifah began counting it felt as though an eternity had passed.
“1...”
Saifah pushed lightly at his hand, and he let it strum down over the strings. This time it sounded less off-key.
“2...”
Saifah’s breath was still a distracting sensation against his skin, but he let his hand move together with the taller boy’s help.
“3...”
Zon allowed his face to turn slightly, and his gaze flickered over Saifah’s eyes, that were focused on their hands on the strings. He had pretty eyes. Zon couldn’t help when his sight travelled down Saifah’s face, coming to rest on his lips. Zon felt almost frozen, as he watched those full, pink lips.
He was still looking, when Saifah parted them.
“4...”
Together their hands played the chord, but Zon barely heard it. He was mesmerized by Saifah’s face, being so close to his. He was handsome. When Saifah then turned his face and met his eyes, Zon’s heart skipped a beat in his chest. They were so, so close, noses almost touching. Zon couldn’t help but flicker his gaze between looking into Saifah’s eyes and at his lips, and he saw Saifah having the same dilemma. When Saifah bit his lip, Zon involuntarily did the same. They looked so soft.
When Zon realised Saifah was leaning in, his heart began pounding really quickly. How would his lips feel? Would they feel as soft as they looked? His eyes fluttered, and he tilted his head slightly in anticipation. A kiss.
But then Zon was snapped out of this, when he felt a stirring on his abdomen, reminding him of that he had a soulmate, and he had no business kissing someone else, especially not a boy . Zon let out a gasp, and he shot away from Saifah. He pushed the guitar over to the taller boys lap, and flew up from the sofa. Saifah looked taken aback, cheeks flushed. The skin on Zon’s abdomen was still tingling, reminding him of that he was unfaithful. They were out there, thinking about him, and he was with someone else?
He stuttered when he spoke.
“I need to go”.
Saifah’s face fell, but Zon continued.
“The van leaves at 8 pm, so I…”
He faltered in his words, and bent down to pick up his backpack from the floor. He threw one last glance at Saifah, ignoring his crestfallen expression, and then leapt out of there. He almost ran down the corridor to the exit, palm against his abdomen. He felt so confused.
-
The word was still visible enough to decipher when he made it home. He couldn’t understand what his soulmate meant.
“ Closer ”.
-
It wouldn’t be weird if he asked, right? Zon was sitting on his bed, he was about to leave his house to go out to buy a pick. He had to get one, his nails were getting worn down by playing the hard strings. He was fiddling with his phone in his hand while he looked at it. He could go by himself, it wasn’t as though he’d never been on his own in town, but… there was no reason he couldn’t check in with Saifah, right? The taller boy could probably help him out, right? Them meeting up in town didn’t mean anything, even if it was just the two of them. Why would it?
Zon nodded to himself, and unlocked his phone. He pressed on the icon for the Facebook Messenger app, and scrolled to Saifah’s user. When he had the page before him, he paused. They had never chatted before, the screen was a blank, and he didn’t know what to say. He bit his lip, and moved his finger to start typing a message.
“ Hi. I was thinking about going into town to buy a pick, if you maybe wanted to come along? If you’re free ”.
It was quite short, but he found it was good enough, as he sent it. At once he saw Saifah’s icon come up, showing that he was online and had read the message. The reply came through almost immediately.
“ Sure. I was thinking about buying new strings anyway. What time? ”
Zon couldn’t help the smile that came over his features.
“ I can be there in half an hour maybe ”.
Saifah’s message of agreement came through, and Zon got up from his bed and pocketed his phone. His smile was still wide on his face. When he walked to his door, he realised that the stirring he felt wasn’t only nerves, but a soulmark forming on his abdomen. His hand flew to rest over the spot as his smile faltered, but he didn’t check it. He didn’t want to. Zon opened his door, hand still on his abdomen, as he walked down the hall. He didn’t want to think about why he didn’t want to either. All in all, things were confusing. The stirring stopped, and Zon let go of his lower stomach and tried to lose those thoughts as well. It was no reason to overthink.
-
Zon was a bit early. He sat at a bench outside the music store as he waited for Saifah. For some reason he felt a bit nervous, which was weird. It wasn’t as though this was a date or something? Zon didn’t know a lot about playing the guitar, and since Saifah apparently already was going to the music shop, it was natural that they would meet up. Wasn’t it?
His eyes were on his feet, when he saw a pair of sneakers come to stop in front of him. He turned his gaze up, and found Saifah standing there.
The boy had a smile on his face.
“Hi, did you wait long?”
Oh, he looked nice. Zon wasn’t used to seeing him in normal clothes, and he looked nice. He was wearing a striped shirt and a pair of blue jeans.
When Saifah raised an eyebrow at him, Zon realised he had taken a moment too long before replying, so he swallowed and cleared his throat.
“No, I just arrived”.
Saifah smiled at him, and Zon tried to ignore how that stirred up feelings inside of him.
“Let’s go, then”, the tall boy said.
Zon got up from the bench.
-
“It’s just a pick, why is it so expensive?”
Zon moved his gaze from the small pick, to Saifah.
“Put it into your wallet so you don’t lose it”, the taller boy said.
Zon looked down at it again, humming.
“But it might fall out still, right? Where should I keep it?”
Saifah paused a moment, before replying.
“You could make it into a bracelet?”
Zon looked up at Saifah. He got an idea, and felt a smile light up his features. Saifah raised an eyebrow at the sight of it, and even more when Zon got up from the fence he had been sitting on, walking to stop in front of the taller boy.
Zon reached out to Saifah, pick in hand.
“You can make it for me”.
Zon’s smile grew wider at the sight of Saifah trying to suppress a smile of his own.
The tall boy coughed before replying.
“I… I don’t have any equipment”.
Zon beamed at him.
“I’m gonna take you to the store”.
Saifah seemed amused at that, but when he was about to reply, a high-pitched noise interrupted him from behind Zon’s back.
Zon turned around to see two girls coming up to them, looking excited.
“P’Zon and P’Sai! Are you guys on a Valentine’s Day date?”
Zon felt his eyes widen. Wait, that was today?!
“No-”.
Saifah interrupted him.
“Yes, we are”.
Zon’s gaze snapped to him immediately. The tall guy wasn’t looking at him, but at the girls, smile on his face. Zon felt a tumult in his stomach. What was he playing at?
The girls squealed, and then one of them spoke.
“We’re expecting a good performance from both of you”.
The other girl nodded and continued.
“We’ll keep voting for you!”
Zon still felt taken aback, couldn’t do anything but give them a tense smile.
“Thank you!”, Saifah said next to him.
The shorter one of the girls reached into her small bag, and picked up her phone.
“Can I take a picture of you?”
Zon swallowed, glancing unsure at Saifah who just shrugged.
“A bit closer, please”, the girl said.
He felt Saifah’s body against his arm, as the taller boy let out a “ sure ” at the girl’s request.
A snap went off on the girl’s phone, and she spoke again.
“Can’t you do some fan service please?”
Zon swallowed, and looked up at Saifah. He couldn’t decipher the expression on his face, when Saifah put his arms around him. Saifah intertwined his fingers around him. The touch was hot even through his jacket. Zon looked away.
The girls took another photo.
“A bit closer, please!”
Saifah hugged him closer, their chests being pressed together. When Zon looked up at the tall boy and met his gaze, he this time found himself unable to look away. It was as though time stopped, nothing existed but Saifah’s eyes and his arms, holding Zon close to him.
He barely noticed when Saifah spoke to him.
“Zon?”
His voice was soft.
“Zon”, Saifah said again.
Zon hummed, still focused on his face.
“Zon!”
Zon blinked.
“They’ve already left”.
Zon’s eyes widened, and turned his head to see that the girls indeed were gone. In a swift motion, he shook Saifah’s hands off him and stepped back.
He cleared his throat and looked away.
“Well, let’s go looking for equipment for the bracelet, should we?”
He heard Saifah let out a chuckle, but he agreed to it. When they begun walking down the street to find a shop where they could buy the things needed, Zon tried his best to force down the flush on his cheeks. He really wanted to finish up so he could go home. His mind was in chaos and he was tired. The walk to the shop was silent, even if Saifah tried to strike up a conversation several times. Zon didn’t know what would slip through his lips if he parted them and spoke, so instead he kept his mouth shut. He felt so confused, but then again he often did nowadays. And it was even worse when he felt the stirring of his soulmark when they came to the shop, reminding him again that he was with someone other than his soulmate. He was an idiot. Why was he here with Saifah? They weren’t even friends? How had he managed to forget that it was Valentine’s Day?
By the time Saifah had gathered the things he needed for the bracelet, he had stopped trying to make conversation. When they walked through the exit the silence was almost tense. It didn’t make Zon feel better in the least, but he still didn’t want to risk anything slipping out.
When they made it to the spot where they would part, they both came to a stop. Zon turned to Saifah, but it was hard to look at him. His emotions felt all over the place.
Saifah was silent for a moment too, but then he spoke.
“Well, I’m… it was nice meeting you today”.
Zon almost cringed at the tone of Saifah’s voice, sounding something akin to sad.
He swallowed.
“Yeah, thanks for helping me out”.
Saifah cleared his throat.
“Well, I- I guess I also should thank you for the date”.
Zon’s face snapped up at once.
“It’s not a date? I didn’t know it was Valentine’s Day? What are you implying?”
Zon didn’t realise he had exploded like that until Saifah visibly flinched. His voice had apparently been loud too, judging by how some people surrounding them were looking.
Zon swallowed and looked down at his shoes.
“I- I didn’t mean-”
Saifah interrupted him.
“It’s whatever, it was a… a bad joke. Sorry”.
Zon bit his lip.
“I’m sorry for lashing out…”
He glanced up, and the sight of the solemn look on Saifah’s face hurt a bit. He looked into Saifah eyes, and they just stood there in silence for a moment, before Saifah averted his gaze.
The tall boy coughed.
“Well, I guess I’m gonna head home…”
Zon nodded.
“Yeah, me too”.
Saifah glanced at him.
“I’ll try to get the bracelet done as quick as possible, but don’t expect too much of me”.
He ended his sentence with a small smile. That had some of the tension sip out of Zon’s body, and he dared to smile a small one back.
“Noted”.
Saifah tilted his head, and as he watched Zon for a moment, his smile turned a bit sad again.
But then he visibly snapped out of it.
“Well”, he said. “I’ll see you”.
Zon nodded.
“Yes, bye”.
Saifah waved, before turning around. Zon stood and watched his retreating back for a moment, before he too turned and begun walking towards his bus stop. He still felt weird, but it was a bit better.
When he finally got home about twenty minutes later, he checked his abdomen as soon as he was inside his room. The sensation he had felt had indeed been the forming of a mark, and he was just able to read the faint letters. Like many times before, he had a hard time to figure out what they meant, and it caused a furrow between his brows.
“ He can’t know ”.
Zon read the words a few times more, but then he gave up and let his shirt fall over his stomach again. Trying to decipher those cryptic messages did nothing expecting giving him a headache, so he forced himself to put it to the back of his head. One small thought slipped past before he could fully put it away though: what can’t I know?
-
“So, what’s the deal with you and Saifah lately?”
Zon’s head snapped up at the sound, and found three pairs of eyes on him. He had gotten lost in his thoughts again, totally forgetting that he was in the cafeteria with three of his friends.
Zon blinked.
“Sorry, what did you say?”
Junior spoke, a wide smile forming on his face.
“Wow, lost in thoughts? That’s a first, didn’t know you had those”.
Zon rolled his eyes.
“Shut up”.
Natee filled in.
“Anyways, Tanthai asked about Saifah”.
Zon bit his lips, but didn’t have time to say anything when Tanthai nodded.
“Yeah, you seem civil nowadays?”
Before he could reply, the chair was pulled out next to him. Zen took a seat at the table.
“Hey, what’s up?”, he asked, smiling at them.
Zon was about to reply, when Junior beat him to it.
“Zen, don’t you think Zon is getting cozy with Saifah?”
Zen looked taken aback by the question, a frown coming over his features, but before he could reply Zon beat him to it.
“Shut up, Junior! We’re practicing for the concert, of course we’re trying our best to be civil”.
Junior stuck out his tongue at him. Zon did it right back, and then they went back to eating. Zon noticed Zen glancing at him now and then, but he ignored it and focused on his chicken. He didn’t have time for questions for answers he didn’t have, and he especially didn’t have time to think about Saifah. He stabbed the piece of chicken with his fork.
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Zon was about to fall asleep, when he felt the sensation of a soulmark on his skin. For a moment he thought to ignore it, it was late and he had class tomorrow, but it seemed as though his soulmate didn’t care about what Zon wanted.
After lying there for what felt like an eternity, growing more awake by the second, he eventually groaned and sat up on the mattress. He reached for his lamp and turned it on, grabbing the fabric to see what his soulmate was getting at. When he could read the words, he blinked. Huh .
“ He’d look good on top of me ”.
Zon let go off the fabric as if burned.
“What the hell…”, he whispered in disbelief.
He felt it stir once more, and he swallowed and then looked again. Oh .
“ The noises he’d make ”.
Zon released the shirt again, falling down to cover the black fine letters. He laid down in his back, making himself comfortable, before he closed his eyes. When he felt it again, he made a split decision and allowed his imagination to run wild, and he slowly moved his hand down his chest. He hesitated just by where the marks were, and even though he knew it was impossible, it was as though he could feel the letters against his finger tips. He moved further down, stopping by the line of his boxers, pausing with a gulp. He’d never done this before. But then he felt his soulmates thoughts again, and he swallowed once more before letting his fingers moved under the fabric. What was the harm?
By the time he had his hand around himself, he was already half-hard. He let out a short hiss at the sensation, and tilted his head backwards on his pillow. His soulmate was seemingly thinking about him a lot in this moment, judging by the way he felt yet another soulmark appear on his skin. It helped him out, and he felt himself grow harder by the minute. He let out another sigh, and he started moving his hand along his length, feeling it thicken in his grasp. He hadn’t done this in a long time, and he found himself leaking almost immediately, slicking him up and making his pace quicker in the progress. He groaned lowly, and he almost involuntarily arched where he lied, as he felt himself get closer to the edge. When knowing they were in the same situation, it was as though his soulmate was there with him. He let out a few heavy breaths as he started imagining it; their hands on his skin. The pleasure became almost too much, as he let himself fantasise that the hand stroking him belonged to someone else, palms big and soft. Zon groaned again.
When he made it over the edge, almost too quickly, it was by thinking of his soulmate. It was hot, imagining that someone would grow aroused while thinking about him, and Zon’s whole body tensed up. The last thing on his mind before he spurted all over his fingers was once more that the one stroking him was that someone. Weirdly familiar, big hands giving him the pleasure.
For a moment Zon just laid there on his back, breathing heavily. He was out of breath. He had never done this before. He allowed himself a deep intake, before he got up in a sitting position. The stains on his stomach were growing cold in the chill of his room, and he wanted to clean himself up quickly. He tried to avoid getting cum on his shirt, and he looked down at his skin. He saw the new words that had formed there.
“ He came too? ”
Zon averted his gaze from the words at once, face hot in embarrassment. They had caught him. He wanted to hide his face in his hands, but stopped himself so he wouldn’t smear jizz all over. He groaned as he threw his legs over his bed, and reached for the top drawer of his bedside table, picking out the tissue box. He grabbed one of them, drying his hand and then his stomach. He avoided looking at where he knew his soulmates thoughts were, and when he was done he dropped the tissue on the floor and laid down again. He pulled the duvet over his body, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Shit.