(Requested)

i lov him :)

Soulmate and Modern AU hehe

You and your soulmate both have a unique number on your wrist, special to only you two.

let's see if you can find all the wording innuendos i've put so cleverly in here

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Out of all the numbers in the world -- ten billion, one million, nine hundred seventy one thousand, and six hundred thirty three, even just one. The pinnacle of my existence depended on one stupid number, and it could've been something super cute, like eighty eight or twenty two, maybe even eight, so when you flipped it, it looked like an infinity symbol.

Why, of all goddamn numbers did it have to be the ungodly sex symbol itself.

69

Sighing, I looked at my wrist again as my friend, who stood in front of me tried to stifle their laughter, tears nearly bursting out of their eyes. A smile crept onto my face, breaking their facade and Claudia exploded into a fit of giggles, her arms wrapped around her stomach.

"Oh, oh I can't!- (Y/N)!-" she cackled, barely able to breathe, "That's so funny- I'm gonna die!" While she kept on wheezing, I rolled my sleeve back down, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I couldn't help but feel bad for myself, and my soulmate that had to endure the same ridiculing as I did.

Or maybe they enjoyed it -- who was I to think for them? But at least I knew I didn't enjoy the treatment. Sure, it made me laugh, but sometimes I just really wanted to erase it.

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"Corvus, now that you mention it, you've never shown us your soulmate tattoo." The curly-haired male stopped in his tracks, nearly choking on his own saliva. Corvus cleared his throat, plastering a false smile on his face, turning towards the confused ginger.

"I never mentioned anything, Gren." The freckled boy cocked an eyebrow, staring at his comrade in speculation, trying to figure out why he was so tense. "You must've been imagining things."

"Man, why are you so uptight about it? It's just a tattoo." Corvus chuckled bitterly, scrunching up his nose in a mocking and condescending face. A wicked smile was curled upon his lips, sarcasm being the literal definition of his expression for that moment.

"You wouldn't get it." Gren's eyebrows furrowed and he crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly.

"C'mon, just show me. I'm sure it's not that bad. If it's four-twenty or something I'm not going to judge you." Corvus groaned and lifted up the sleeve of his jacket, hesitantly turning his wrist over so his friend could see it. The ginger that stood in front of him suddenly wheezed and doubled over, hands on his knees, coughing.

"I told you."

"Look, I'm sorry man-" Gren apologized, trying to squeeze out words in between his gasps of air, "I didn't think-" The top of Corvus's lip made its way up as his hazel eyes began to roll, his expression snarky and screaming 'I told you so.'

"Damn right you didn't think. What else could it be?"

"I feel bad for your soulmate, man."

"And not for me?"

"Well-"

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After the small interaction with Claudia, she had to leave for a shift in the library, and bid me farewell. I sighed, adjusting my well-fitting jacket and tucking in my shirt to make all the wrinkles go away, and took out my phone. Tapping in the directions to the nearest coffee shop, I put it away, and stuck in my wireless earbuds, listening to the automated voice.

In the background, soft music played as I tried my best to distract myself from the topic. It hadn't always bothered me, but now that more and more people were trying to engage in a conversation with me specifically about my soulmate tattoo, I found myself more and more inclined to wear long sleeved shirts and outerwear. I anxiously gripped on the hem of my coat and thought about what might come next.

If I were to meet my soulmate, would we just be famous for having a sex symbol on our hands? Would everybody immediately assume that we were sexually active? Would everybody just communicate with us in various forms of "nice?" God, this was so frustrating. I clicked my tongue, the GPS route finishing as I walked into the doorway of a cafe.

The atmosphere was quiet, and only a few people littered the stands and seats of the quaint place. Plants and various greenery hung from the walls and ceiling, fairy lights strung across the frames of the windows. Bookshelves presented themselves the more I looked around, and next to them were bean bags, in which a few figures resided on. Paintings and artwork done by the community surrounded the area, giving off a more homely vibe.

As I peeled my eyes away from the setting, I just noticed the cashier waving to me.

"(Y/N)!" My eyes brightened as I rushed to greet my friend.

"Gren!" The ginger gave me a warm smile and embraced me gently. The smell of warm cinnamon and apples engulfed my senses as I got closer. My eyes closed in content, my nose happily working to smell the lovely scent that radiated off him.

"It's so good to see you again!" I exclaimed, grinning like an idiot, "I didn't know you worked here!" He gave me a pat on the shoulder as we separated, smiling cockily at me. From the last time I saw him, he looked a bit more grown. His jaw had become more defined and his grip was definitely stronger. If I looked a bit closer, the small scars of an after-shave razor were present as fine lines along his cheeks.

"I just signed up for this job with a friend, though his shift starts in ten minutes. He's in the back." Gren jabbed a thumb behind him. I nodded slowly, eyes lingering to his uniform. A simple white tee, black pants, and a green apron. His little name badge was already decorated with smiley-faces, and I spotted a few enamel pins stuck to his apron. Huh. While I was busy admiring, Gren had taken an interest of his own.

"Say, (Y/N)...?" I hummed in response, eyes flitting up to meet his. "What's your soulmate tattoo number? I was just wondering." My eyes narrowed in suspicion as I leaned forwards.

"Why do you need it?" Gren laughed nervously, avoiding eye contact.

"My friend has a really weird number, and I now I'm kinda interested in what numbers everyone has." Still unsure of his intentions, I cautiously covered my wrist with a hand, ensuring that the private information stayed protected.

"Why should I tell you?"

"Uh... please?" Gren said meekly, after pausing for a few moments. His blue eyes were wide and unrelenting, practically begging for the information. I sighed to myself, unwrapping my hand from atop the symbol and rolled my sleeve up, showing him the number. Once his eyes glanced at it, they bugged out and he grabbed my hand.

"Gren?" I panicked, my words turning into mush from surprise, "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Come with me to the back!" he shouted, yanking me over to the other side, hurrying to the storing room.

"Wait! Gren! You can't just pull customers to the back!" While I was busy protesting, Gren had managed to find his friend and grab onto his hand as well.

"Woah, Gren!" they protested, suddenly crashing into me. Grunting as the impact of their body on mine sent a shock down my arm, I managed to regain my footing and pulled back, wriggling my hand out of Gren's firm grasp. The other guy did the same, casting a glare at our carrot-topped friend.

"Dude, that's not cool." The brunette suddenly turned to me, eyes apologetic and a small smile laced in his features. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to smash into you." I laughed a bit and waved it off, shaking my head.

"It's fine, it's fine. You shouldn't be apologizing." We both looked at Gren, who was still wide-eyed, pointing at our wrists. It took me a moment to realize what he was getting at. Immediately after I knew, my vision focused in on the number imprinted onto his friend's wrist.

Oh.

Oh no.

"Uhh..." A monotonous groan reverberated out of the back of my throat. I was at a loss of words. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Had I just found my soulmate? Apparently, the other guy also knew what Gren was hinting at, as his face erupted in a blush. We both stared at each other for a good ten seconds before starting to smile bashfully.

"This is so weird," I mumbled, looking away. "God, this is so embarrassing."

"Ditto on that," the figure in front of me muttered, hands stiffly clasped in front of him. Gren's groans of impatience finally broke the silence that ensued after.

"Sixty nine! Sixty nine!" he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air, "It's your number! How cool is that?" Corvus, who I figured out due to his nametag, and I quickly hushed our unusually loud friend, but alas, we were too late as most of the people outside waiting probably already heard us. And now came the first punch to the gut.

"Nice!" A male's voice rang out, as clear as day. Then another came, and another, and another.

"Nice!"

"Nice!"

"Nice!"

"Nice!"

"Nice!"

Like little seagulls, a wave of continuous "nice's" came to the back, projected from the previously quiet atmosphere outside of the storage room. Corvus and I both glared at Gren, who now wore a sheepish expression on his soft features.

"This is your fault."