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It all started way before Yunho’s 18th birthday.
Mingi and Yunho had met each other under what one could say were unappealing circumstances on their first year of school. Mingi had just perfectly landed face first in a puddle of dirty water and mud thanks to the rain and Yunho had torn off his shirt in his haste to arrive at school on time.
So they were both late to class, and were made to stand in the hallway, next to the door of their respective classrooms, in front of each other. Yunho’s big round eyes scanned Mingi top to bottom and up again, while Mingi checked how badly torn the shirt was.
“Are you grounded too?” Yunho whispered, quiet enough so they wouldn’t grab attention. Mingi nodded and Yunho flashed him a beautiful smile with one tooth missing. “I guess we were both unlucky today,” Yunho looked side to side, checking if anyone was actually watching them, and took the two steps that separated him from the other boy, holding out his tiny hand for the other to shake. “I’m Jeong Yunho!”
“Who’s talking out there?” one of the teacher’s voices boomed in the hallway, startling both of them and making Yunho quickly go back to his spot. But as soon as it seemed their teachers had calmed down again, Mingi was the one who approached the other. “I’m Song Mingi,” he whispered as he took the other’s hand, probably with the intention of shaking it, but it remained still as Mingi saw Yunho’s face lit up with happiness and a beautiful smile that made his chest warm up.
So obviously, they had become best friends after that. Yunho and Mingi had stuck together like glue through their school years and all the way through highschool. They shared classes, friends, group projects. But mostly, they shared lunch.
It was a sort of tradition they had installed during their primary school years. Since when they met they had been in different classes, they made a ritual to take lunch time to be with each other. They didn’t even share it with anyone else, they just enjoyed the food while being in each other’s company. Mingi loved their small tradition, and even when they shared classes in highschool, they still always went to the roof to have lunch by themselves. Those were some of the most precious moments for Mingi, having Yunho just for himself to talk about video games, comic books, films, anything.
Sometimes, Mingi would bring some bungeoppang, Yunho’s favourite; and sometimes Yunho packed an extra juice from the brand he knew Mingi loved. Mingi always felt so special when that happened, and the smile with which Yunho gave the little food tokens to him was brighter than the sun. Mingi wished they could stay in high school forever, just like that, forever.
Their last year came by so quickly, Mingi had to stop for a moment and take a deep breath. They were deciding about their futures, and that’s when it hit Mingi that nothing could stay put forever. He wanted to study music and Yunho wanted to major in veterinary, and for the first time they were going to be separated from each other by more than a couple of walls. They were going to attend different faculties, maybe even different universities despite being in the same city. And Mingi was scared.
He was scared for several reasons, one of them was how difficult it seemed to be for him to get any friends. He was scared he wasn’t going to be able to make new friends, unlike Yunho who had a nice personality and some sort of magnet for people. He was so nice, it was not something that surprised Mingi. But that meant Yunho was going to make new friends, and potentially, forget about Mingi.
When he had conveyed his fears to his older brother, he had just shrugged and told Mingi he also got estranged from his highschool friends at university, but that he made some new friends and he still hung out sometimes with his highschool friends. That wasn’t the answer Mingi was looking for, none of the reassurance he needed. “Why is it so important, though? It’s not like any of you is dying,” his brother had said before ending the conversation.
It was very important for Mingi, and not because either of them were dying.
Mingi was in love with Yunho. It wasn’t such a surprising thing, given how dear Yunho had been to him for all those years, Mingi one day realised that what he felt was more than your usual friendship. It wasn’t what he felt about Jongho, even though he loved him dearly as a friend his heart didn’t flutter the same way it did when he saw Yunho, when his best friend brushed their knees together while sitting on the couch, when he took Mingi’s hand to walk around the city.
Mingi didn’t dare say anything, though. Because he knew what everyone would say; you’ll forget about him when you get your soulmate mark. But Mingi didn’t want to hear about that, he didn’t want to let Yunho go. He loved Yunho despite what the soulmate marks could say, was he so crazy?
But time kept going on, and soon, they were both starting at the same university, but in different buildings. Mingi was relieved to see that he and Yunho could still go together most of the days when their schedules paired up, and their buildings were pretty close to each other. So, they still arranged to meet during lunchtime in the cafeteria of a building in the middle of campus so both of them could arrive there on time and eat. Yunho had even offered to go to Mingi’s building, knowing what a slow eater his friend was, but Mingi had declined, even if he had felt thankful. Yunho also needed to go back to his own building and Mingi didn’t want to make him lose even more time.
March was such a busy month for both of them in terms of adapting to university life, making new friends and doing all the necessary paperwork for their first year, that Mingi didn’t have much time to think that Yunho’s 18th birthday was getting closer. Well, of course he was aware, what kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t know the birthday of his best friend and crush was coming up? He just didn’t have much time to dwell on the fact that Yunho was about to get his soulmate mark and he’d have to wait for a little over four months to get his.
Nevertheless, he thought about doing something special for his friend. On the day of Yunho’s birthday they didn’t have the same schedule, but instead of joining his new friend Hongjoong in the library for an upcoming paper they’d have to hand in in early April, he opted to prepare Yunho a little surprise. He only needed to text his best friend that they’d see each other in the morning in their normal meeting place to receive an excited reply back, reassuring Mingi that Yunho would be there.
So, on the day of Yunho’s birthday, Mingi tried to stay as positive as humanly possible and pushed all thoughts about soulmates off his mind. He bought a small cupcake and a single candle and went to wait for Yunho at their usual spot. Mingi had asked his mother for a lighter so he could lit up the candle and sing ‘ Happy birthday ’ to his friend.
Yunho appeared on the other side of the street and Mingi hurriedly lit the candle, putting on his best smile. Yunho saw him and smiled back as he approached Mingi, his smile getting bigger and bigger as he got closer and Mingi started to sing. Yunho closed his eyes and clasped his hands together, silently making a wish before blowing out the candle between Mingi’s cheers and his own giggles.
“You didn’t need to do this,” he told Mingi, gently taking the cupcake and brushing their fingers together. Mingi’s heart skipped a beat. “But thank you.”
“It’s not everyday that my best friend turns eighteen,” Mingi replied, happy that Yunho had liked his little surprise. He had a Spiderman comic book also purchased as the actual gift for his friend, but he still wanted to have a little detail with him.
Yunho smiled sweetly, looking at the cupcake he was cuddling in his hands. He seemed to be admiring the cupcake, but also, like he was restraining himself from bursting from happiness. “What happened?” Mingi asked, making Yunho look up to him. “I know I’m the best friend, but I guess this isn’t only because of the cupcake.”
Yunho giggled and nodded. “You know me so well sometimes it’s scary, Mingi,” he laughed, and Mingi couldn’t avoid smiling. “Yes, this isn’t only about the cupcake, even though I loved it,” Yunho’s cheeks went deep red, as well as his ears, and Mingi’s gut churned. No, please , he begged internally, don’t say it . “I got my soulmate mark, Mingi,” his voice sounded so full of emotion, so happy, that Mingi felt like he could vomit at any second. “I got it on my wrist, do you want to see it?” Yunho asked Mingi excitedly, but he was already going for the sleeve of his jacket to pull it up.
“No!” Mingi shouted, maybe too harshly. Yunho froze, his hand still midway to pull up the sleeve. “I mean, it’s something personal, I don’t need to see it,” Mingi tried to fix it, trying not to notice Yunho’s dejected face. “I, uh, need to go with Hongjoong for a project now,” he said, trying to run away before the lump in his throat got any bigger. “See you on the weekend for the party,” Mingi smiled weakly. “And happy birthday again,” and with that, he ran away.
Soulmate marks were supposed to represent your love with the person destiny had prepared for you. Mingi had been a coward because he didn’t want to look at Yunho’s and realise it had nothing to do with him. He knew that running away and hurting Yunho was wrong. He didn’t need the lecture Hongjoong gave him, nor the one Jongho also gave him when Mingi walked to him that night. Both of his friends were aware of his feelings for Yunho and how he felt about soulmates. If not being soulmates was what was going to keep Yunno and him apart, destiny then could fuck it.
“ Then, don’t let your stupid head be the one keeping you both apart ,” Jongho had said over the phone. “Look, Mingi,despite my own opinion on this, if you wish to keep Yunho close you can’t just hit and run on him.”
“I know,” Mingi said, “I’ll apologise tomorrow,” he added in a small voice.
“ Good boy ,” praised Jongo, making Mingi huff, but Jongho ignored him and went on to talk about other things.
But Jongho was right. Hurting Yunho wasn’t going to play in his favour in any scenario, so it was better to suck it up and apologise before the damage was too big. The next morning, he went to their usual meeting place and was surprised to find Yunho already there. He looked small and fragile, like he wasn’t sure he was making the right choice by waiting there. But when he saw Mingi, relief washed over his features and Mingi felt his heart hurt. Yunho didn’t deserve this.
“Yunho, I’m sorry…,” he started when he got next to his friend, but Yunho cut his sentence by shaking his head first and then hugging him tight. Mingi froze momentarily before wrapping his arms around Yunho too, hugging him back.
“I’m sorry, you’ve told me many times you don’t like the idea of soulmates, I should have been more careful,” Yunho murmured, still hugging him. Mingi could have punched his own face.
“No, I should have been happy for you, I know you were looking forward to it,” Mingi said.
They finally broke the hug and Yunho smiled, that beautiful and pearly smile Mingi loved so much. “I’m sorry, Yunho,” Mingi apologised again, but the other took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Do you like it at least? Does it make sense to you?”
Yunho looked him in the eyes, his silence carrying some importance Mingi didn’t know how to interpret. “Yes, I like it,” Yunho finally said, his voice soft and caring while he caressed the wrist where the mark was. “And… I think it makes sense? I can’t say for sure,” he looked a bit troubled, so Mingi rolled his eyes and tried to make his mood lighter.
“That’s the bad thing about destiny, can at least the universe be clear? No need to be so mysterious and mystical,” his words had the desired effect and Yunho giggled, looking more relaxed, and Mingi smiled too. He took the taller boy’s hand and tilted his head. “Shall we go?”
For the rest of the semester, Mingi tried his best to act as normal as possible. He still had lunch with Yunho, although they weren’t alone anymore. Yunho had asked Mingi if he could bring a friend he had made in class, Seonghwa, because he was alone during lunch breaks and of course, being the big hearted puppy he was, Yunho couldn’t leave him alone. So Mingi had agreed, and had also brought Hongjoong in hopes he could still get some alone time with Yunho if he was able to talk to Seonghwa and keep him entertained. It turned out the two of them clicked very well in a weird way, because they bickered and pulled at each other’s strings, but always seemed to gravitate back towards the other.
Once the weather got better, Mingi discovered that Yunho always wore a wristband around the wrist he had meant to show him, so he was covering his soulmate mark consciously. When Mingi asked about it, Yunho just told him it was because he knew Mingi didn’t want to see it, and he had no trouble putting it on in the morning. Mingi had blushed and murmured an apology, but Yunho had laughed and told him it was okay. “You didn’t force me to do this, Mingi,” Yunho had said, with the kind of confidence that made him even more attractive. “I did it because I care about you.”
Mingi could have kissed him right there and then, but somehow managed to control himself.
“You really need to do something with this one-sided love of yours,” Jongho said. He had gone to Mingi’s house, it was summer and they were on their summer holidays.
“I don’t need to do anything,” Mingi huffed, but Jongho rolled his eyes.
“Yes you do,” Jongho said, more firm this time. “Your birthday is not that far away, and once destiny inevitably marks you, you won’t be able to get past it. So I advise you that you go to the birthday party to which your crush has so nicely invited you, and try to make your feelings known.”
That was easier said than done. Truthfully, Yunho had invited him over to one of his classmate’s birthday party. The guy was called San and Yunho had befriended him quite easily, and he thought San and Mingi could become good friends. Or at least, that was the reason Yunho had given him to invite him over. Mingi felt Yunho was worried his only friends were himself, Hongjoong and Seonghwa, but Mingi honestly didn’t mind. He had a small circle, but he liked it like that. But maybe Jongho was right and he needed to make a move.
So he dressed up a bit nicer than usual and went to the address Yunho had given him when the day approached. It was a late barbecue and swimming pool party, not like Mingi was going to swim. But he’d be there.
He was greeted by a couple dozen people, most of them dripping wet from the swimming pool, and Mingi felt out of place. He thought about turning around and leaving, but a voice he knew too-well greeted him enthusiastically. “Mingi!!” Yunho smiled at him and ran to where he was standing. Yunho was shirtless, clearly just out of the pool and Mingi felt the sudden urge to jump in it, clothes and all. “I’m so happy you could come! You didn’t bring a swimsuit?” Mingi just shrugged, but Yunho still smiled. “It’s okay. Come here! I’ll introduce you to San, and Hongjoong and Seonghwa are also here.”
It turned out Mingi hadn’t been the only one extra guest to the party. Seonghwa had invited Hongjoong over too, so Mingi at least felt somewhat relieved. San was indeed a very nice person and someone Mingi would really enjoy having a conversation with when he wasn’t soaking wet. Yunho seemed elated that they both were getting along and Mingi felt happy, maybe this hadn’t been a bad idea after all.
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It had been a terrible idea. After talking to San, Mingi had started talking with Hongjoong while the others went to the swimming pool again, explaining to him about what he intended to do that night. Hongjoong agreed with Jongho that Mingi needed to do something, so he was especially proud of Mingi for finally putting some active action into his one-sided love to get it moving forward.
So after getting himself hyped up from Hongjoong, he went to the kitchen to get something to drink and finally gather the courage to talk to Yunho, when it happened. There were already people in the kitchen and they were gossiping, which wouldn’t be that bad if it wasn’t for the topic of their gossip.
“Did you see him?” said one voice.
“Jeong Yunho? Yeah, hard to miss! San’s got taste, I tell you,” said another. Mingi’s stomach clenched, but he tried not to jump into conclusions.
“He’s planning on telling Yunho how he feels today!” said the other voice enthusiastically. Mingi felt like vomiting.
“But doesn’t him have a soulmate mark?”
“Yes, but San said it matches his, so they’re most likely soulmates!”
Mingi had to go out in that second. Yunho and San’s soulmate marks matched? Had San seen Yunho’s mark? Mingi was feeling positively dizzy even though he hadn’t had any alcohol, and he went out to the garden again. There, his eyes looked for Yunho, he needed to talk to him, he needed to ask if what he had heard was true.
He found his best friend in the swimming pool, wrapped in San’s arms while he whispered something in his ear. Yunho was laughing, clearly comfortable with the situation, and Mingi’s heart dropped. Suddenly, Yunho took out his hand to put away a strand of hair from San’s forehead, and his mark flashed in front of Mingi’s eyes. He closed them and turned his face away. He didn’t want to know, he didn’t. Mingi was aware that the fact that he didn’t know what the mark was didn’t erase the fact that it was still very much present in Yunho’s arm and showing him who his potential soulmate was.
But Mingi had seen San’s soulmate mark before, a phrase in pretty handwriting over his left knee, and if Yunho had the same thing written on his wrist, Mingi didn’t think he would be able to recover from that.
So, even though he knew he’d have to face the consequences later, he ran away. He didn’t say goodbye, he didn’t text anyone. He just ran and cried, hating soulmates, hating the universe. But more than anything else, he hated himself for not trying to confess before.
As days passed, the distance between them became palpable. Yunho had messaged him the next day, apparently Hongjoong had seen him running away and had told Yunho he had to go suddenly.
But Mingi didn’t have energy to reply back to Yunho. The pictures of the party attacked him on social media, Instagram being particularly harsh as he put San’s profile on his feed with a picture of him hugging Yunho, both smiling and happy in the pool. Mingi had felt sick and had to log off Instagram.
Yunho didn't seem to realise that Mingi was ignoring him until a couple of days had passed, when he finally showed up at his house and Mingi's mother told him that he was sick and didn't feel like having company. Yunho knew him way too well to know that was a blatant lie, and tried messaging him again on Kakao, but Mingi wouldn’t even open the chat.
His behaviour wasn’t only affecting Yunho. Since he wasn’t replying to his best friend, he had gone to his other friends, and Hongjoong and Jongho had now the uncomfortable job of telling Yunho that Mingi was hurt but they couldn’t say why. Jongho was particularly salty about this, since he had always told Mingi that hurting Yunho wasn’t the way to do things.
“I’m the one who got hurt,” Mingi had murmured, wrapped in his blankets. Jongho had gone to visit him with Hongjoong and Seonghwa, all of them were worried about the both of them since it had been some weeks and they still hadn’t talked about it.
“And you think Yunho is coping better than you?” Hongjoong asked sharply, earning himself a hit in his ribs from Seonghwa’s elbow. “You just ran away and shut him out of your life, no explanation. How would you feel?” Hongjoong kept talking.
“He doesn’t need me, he’s got San now,” Mingi replied pitifully. His three friends looked at each other in silence before Seonghwa spoke up.
“Even if that was true, do you think you’re that easy to replace for Yunho?” Seonghwa always spoke so softly and sweetly, but his words hit Mingi like Hongjoong’s hadn’t. “You’re his best friend, that’s something that no one can take away from you, but you’re taking it away from Yunho.”
“I don’t know what happened at the party,” Jongho added this time, “but if it was you the one who had found his soulmate, would you stop hanging out with Yunho?”
“I don’t believe in--,” started Mingi, but Jongho cut him promptly.
“I don’t care what you believe in or not at this point, Mingi, you’ve got a beautiful brain and you can use it to imagine it,” Jongho said, clearly fed up. “Would you or would you not stop hanging out with Yunho if you found your soulmate was another person?”
Mingi paused for a second before replying. “No, I’d still hang out with him.”
“Then, why are you being like this to Yunho?” Hongjoong asked.
They were right, but Mingi was ashamed to admit it. His friends left, leaving him with his thoughts and even more troubled than when they had arrived. Mingi realised the truth in their words, and it was making him miserable not having Yunho in his life. But Mingi truly didn’t feel strong enough to see him hand in hand with San, being happy, being in love. Mingi felt that if he saw them kissing, he’d throw up right on the spot. He couldn’t even bear the thought.
However, the same way time had inevitably passed when they were in their last year of highschool, summer was finishing and soon they’d start the new semester. And Mingi didn’t know if he was going to be able to go back to classes knowing maybe Yunho wasn’t going to be there for him.
So, on the last Sunday afternoon before the semester started, Mingi dressed himself and went out. His mother shouted that he should get an umbrella, but he flailed his hand and kept on going. The sky looked clear and he didn’t intend to be out for long, it was starting to get dark, but he had waited until the heat had lowered enough for him to walk.. Mingi walked to Yunho’s house instead of taking the bus to give himself enough time to think about what he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it. He didn’t want to hurt Yunho further and he needed his friend back, even if he didn’t deserve him.
However, when he approached Yunho’s house, he saw Yunho and San talking at the front door. Yunho was looking sad, but San said something to him and Yunho smiled. Mingi gasped audibly, taking a hand to his chest, and effectively drawing their attention on him. Yunho looked at him as if Mingi was the Ghost of Christmas Past, and San seemed to be surprised as well. “Mingi…,” Yunho started, taking a step towards him. But Mingi felt the hot tears falling down his cheeks. No , he thought, I can’t do this .
Mingi turned around and started running away again, crying in the same way he had done back on the day of San’s birthday party. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was headed, nor was he listening to anything around himself. That’s why when he stopped in the middle of a crossing with the red light on for pedestrians, he didn’t have time to react upon seeing the car going directly towards him.
“Mingi!!” a strong arm grabbed his own and pulled him backwards, out of harm’s way while the driver honked angrily at him. He looked back to find Yunho looking exhausted, pale and out of breath. He had run after him and had also saved his life. “Are you crazy?? Do you want to get killed?”
For all response, Mingi’s eyes watered again and he started crying, apologising over and over again. Yunho hugged him close, soothing his back with his gentle touch. They stood there for a while, the sky turning dark with heavy clouds. Soon, it started raining, but neither of them seemed to mind. Yunho took Mingi’s hand and guided them both to a nearby park, where they took shelter from the rain under a tree. They were still getting some rain on them, but not as much as being in the open.
Mingi wasn’t crying anymore, but Yunho had still his hand laced with his own, soothingly caressing it with his thumb. His other hand, with the soulmate mark on the wrist, was inside his pocket, out of Mingi’s sight.
Mingi looked at Yunho. He was completely drenched, and he looked sad and exhausted. But he was there for Mingi, he had gone after him. “Yunho…,” he started softly, with his friend’s eyes soon fixating on him. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a terrible friend,” Yunho was silent, as if he was either waiting for Mingi to finish or he feared that, if he said anything, maybe Mingi would run away again.
“The day of San’s party,” he continued, fixing his gaze on the ground, “I overheard a conversation in the kitchen between two people. They were talking about how San liked you and your soulmate tattoos were matching and when I went out, I saw you two being so… intimate,” Mingi swallowed, still feeling the pain from the memory. “I couldn’t bear it, and I ran away.”
“It was so painful, thinking about you two together,” Mingi kept going on, feeling the tears welling up again but fighting the lump in his throat. “I couldn’t get over it, but I was missing you so much. That’s why today I went to your house, but again, he was there and… And I…,” Mingi choked but Yunho squeezed his hand softly. Mingi looked up to his friend, wondering why Yunho was still there with him, consoling him after Mingi had admitted to basically being so in love with him, he was unable to see him with anyone else.
Yunho had closed their distance, and was now almost shoulder to shoulder with Mingi. The taller one took his other hand to push away the wet strands of hair from Mingi’s forehead, and Mingi then saw it. Yunho’s soulmate mark wasn’t a phrase, but a drawing. And he blinked, surprised, looking at it and then to Yunho, who was smiling softly.
“San and I are not soulmates,” he said softly, those simple words washing over Mingi like a warm bath. “He’s a good friend who understands me and the position I am in,” he explained, his hand still lingering in Mingi’s cheek.
“What… what position?” Mingi asked, confused, but Yunho just smiled.
“You saw my soulmate mark,” Mingi nodded, but he still didn’t get it. However, Yunho didn’t seem to mind. “Do you know what day it is today?”
“Sunday?” Mingi asked. His watch beeped, startling him, and when he looked at it, he noticed the day had changed. Yunho giggled.
“Happy birthday, Mingi.”
Mingi looked at Yunho, surprised. He had been so caught up in his own head that he had missed that it was his birthday. He was going to speak when a sharp pain hit his wrist. At first, he thought he had been stung by a bug, but the stinging feeling transformed into a tingling one focused on his wrist, the one from the hand that Yunho wasn’t holding. Mingi held his breath as thin, dark lines started appearing, forming the drawing of a cute little fish.
He didn’t understand, why a fish? It didn’t make any sense. But Yunho had approached him. “Can I see?” he asked, looking at Mingi. Mingi nodded and showed him.
“I don’t understand,” he admitted, but Yunho seemed to find it very funny, because he giggled.
“Let me help you.”
Yunho took out his wrist again, this time letting Mingi take a good look at his tattoo. It was a small juice box with a straw poked in it. Mingi looked at it and then at his own and then gasped. His own wasn’t a little fish, it was…
“A juice box,” said Yunho tracing his, “and a bungeoppang,” he whispered, his thumb softly caressing Mingi’s new mark. Mingi looked up into his eyes, so overwhelmed that he didn’t know what to say, but it wasn’t necessary.
Yunho threaded his fingers on Mingi’s hair and pulled him close. Their lips met clumsily at first but soon they adjusted the position, Mingi grabbing at the sides of Yunho’s T-shirt for balance while the rain still tickled over them.
They didn’t care.
They kissed for what looked like years but also a second, before breaking the kiss softly to look at each other’s eyes. “You knew,” Mingi whispered, amazed. Yunho smiled softly.
“Not exactly, but it made sense that it was you, and I wanted it to be you so bad,” Yunho looked around his face until his eyes met. “I love you Mingi, I have for so long.”
Mingi kissed him again and Yunho giggled in the kiss, kissing him back nevertheless. “I’m sorry, if I hadn’t been so stubborn, we wouldn’t have had to go through this,” apologised Mingi, but Yunho shrugged.
“I knew you were like this when I fell in love with you,” he said, and Mingi pecked him again.
“I didn’t want to know about soulmates because I loved you,” he admitted shyly. “I didn’t like the idea of the universe potentially keeping us apart.”
“And how about the universe keeping us together?” Yunho laughed and Mingi smiled.
“That I like very much,” he replied, and Yunho kissed him again, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other now. “I have a question, though,” Mingi said timidly. “Why would San say your tattoo and his were matching?”
“Oh, that,” Yunho said. “It was because we both thought our soulmate marks referred to our best friends.”
“Only because of the drawing?”
“I guess you don’t know since you hated soulmates so much,” Yunho explained with a smile. “Apart from the marks, there is another way,” Mingi’s eyes were fixed on him, attentive. “Soulmates are born with a 139-day difference,” Yunho caressed his cheek. “It could only be you.”
Mingi kissed him again, whispering the ‘I love you’ that had taken him so long to say to the person most important to him.
His childhood friend, his best friend, his crush.
His soulmate.