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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 12: 𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚

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Months went by after the situation. Heerin has been ignoring Chanhee since then and would often visit her grandma.

"Grandma, who is my soulmate?"

A low, yet sweet voice responded, "Choi.."
It wasn't as audible as she thought it would be.

"Ah.." Then she remembered on her arm. On her arm were the lovely 8 letters, but what if she had wrote a message for him to meet her?

Heerin shot up from the idea and bowed to her grandma and ran down the stone steps.

*

Heerin wrote an address down on her arm and a date. She smiled and put a heart beside the message. "I'm going to meet themmm~" she danced around her house happily.

*

"Heol." Chanhee cursed.

"Huh what happened?" His friend, Jacob, asked.

"Look at what my soulmate just wrote." Chanhee showed his arm to Jacob.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Jacob raised a brow.

"No! I literally have a pimple!" Chanhee yelled and pointed at his pimple patch.

"It doesn't even look that bad stop overreacting."

Chanhee screeched in front of the mirror in his room. He didn't want to look bad in front of his soulmate. He slammed his head on his desk.

"OWW!"

"What is wrong with him?" Sangyeon asked from the living room.

"Oh his soulmate is meeting up with him."

"Finally, he's been crying for months!"

*

Chanhee waited at a table and heard the bell at the door ring. He looked behind himself and saw a couple walk in. He turned back around and sighed. He looked down and noticed someone sat in front of him. He looked up with a smile.

It was Jacob.

"Man you've waited for an hour but they're still not here. Just give up." Jacob said.

"I can wait hours okay?"

"Whatever you say. If you need a ride back give me a call." Jacob got up and sighed.

"I have my own driver's license you know!" Chanhee exclaimed at Jacob.

"Not your own car!"

*

Heerin folded her hands and took time to breathe. She looked at where the sudden noise came from and saw Chanhee. She scrunched her face but shook it off. Maybe I'm just seeing things? She thought.

Heerin watched as a guy had sat in front of her.
"Are you-"

"Can I have your number?" The guy asked. Heerin sighed.

"Sorry I broke my phone." Heerin lied and pulled out her old phone that she broke. She kept it around whenever someone asked her for her number.

The guy nodded understandingly and left. Heerin took out a pen and wrote on her arm. "Table 6."

She looked down, ran her fingers through her hair, and sighed. Then she heard the chair move. She looked up.

"Chanhee?"

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