#my grandma is feeling guilty and logically I know it was just a freak accident

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you know what’s fucking hilarious??? the fact that the evening of my last post where I lamented that no one would let me rest, I slammed a 5 gallon (42-pound) water jug into my knee and dislocated it, had to go to the ER in an ambulance in excruciating pain, was given a knee brace / immobilizer, and now I actually HAVE to rest, in the most ironic instance of “be careful what you wish for” I have ever experienced in my life

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62&91 DK ANGST. Can you please make in an open end?? Please make me cry. Thank you so much!! 💕💕💕 Also congrats on your 2k!!!

62. “How are you so pretty?” (Very Nice)

91. “If you can hear my heart, please come back to me.” (Don’t Listen Secretly)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY I NEVER MEANT TO HURT SUNSHINE AND UNIVERSAL SOURCE OF HAPPINESS LEE SEOKMIN BUT YOU ASKED ME TO MAKE YOU CRY SO MY ANGSTY WRITING ENGINES TOOK CONTROL OF ME IM —- ;; PLEASE FORGIVE ME

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Genre: Soulmate!AU, angstWord Count: 997Warnings: description of injuries/bloodshed

You fell in love with him the moment you heard his voice echoing through your head on the day of your eighteenth birthday.

It had been a simple, tentative “H-hello?”, the sound of a silvery voice causing you to shoot up from your covers in bed, reeling from a rush of delight and pure adrenaline. It is truly a feeling to behold, when you first discover a telepathic connection with your soulmate.

It was a phenomenon that seems to transcend science and logic, the concept of it all baffling even the most decorated of neuropsychologists. Most just accept it as a marvelment of destiny.

You wrinkled your eyebrows as you try to get used to the unfamiliar (yet strangely pleasant) sensation of having someone present in your thoughts. “Are… you my soulmate?” you nervously project into your head, and you wait with bated breath for his response.

His subsequent reply was so bright, the sun could have risen up at the sound of his voice.

“I’m Seokmin! I’m so happy to finally meet you, soulmate!”

Months have pass since your birthday, and even in that short time, you’ve established such a strong connection with your soulmate, both mentally and emotionally. You didn’t know that you could ever feel this close to someone you’ve never met face-to-face. Your relationship with Seokmin is one to be desired, your friends often whining about how they wished to be in your shoes.

You’ve exchanged numbers on the first day, but that ceased to be of use quickly when you both realised how much more convenient it was directly talking through your mind. Seokmin is nothing short of sweet, checking up on you ever so often to make sure you’re okay, always respecting your privacy, never crossing any boundaries to make you feel uncomfortable.

You have lost track of the number of late night telepathic conversations you’ve had with Seokmin. To others, you’d look like a lovestruck fool, grinning giddily to yourself alone on your bed. But between you and Seokmin, you’d talk about everything under the sun till daybreak: his favourite music, your hobbies…

There are times where he’d sing to you too (by god, those were your favourite nights), his soothing voice reverberating through your head in the most beautiful of ways. You love him so much already. You can’t wait to meet him.

It was a Saturday afternoon when it happened. You were on your way to your weekend classes. Seokmin too, was going about his average schedules. You both promise to chat later over lunch, planning his visit to your city when winter break rolls around.

“So, later at one?” he asks while you sweep a glance across the busy road.

“I’ll try to be on time, I have to make a trip down to visit Grandma Song at the park. She usually forgets her meals when going about her cleaning duties…” you told him.

It was silent for a moment, and you frown in concern. “Seok?”

Then a sigh, “How are you so pretty?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, earning some confused, others knowing, glances from passers-by. “What would you know, you never even seen me. Dork…”

“You’re so pretty,” Seokmin continued as you stepped off the pavement to cross the road. “You have such a pretty heart and soul. Gosh, I’m so lucky to have you…”

You were halfway across the road, smiling.

“… to call you my soulmate…”

A screech hit your ears, and you whipped your head to the left. The sight of what greeted you drains all colour on your face, rendering you rooted to the ground.

“CAR!”

That was the last word Seokmin would ever hear from you.

Hurts… Everything freaking hurts.

You couldn’t move. Each miniscule shift of your body sent a thousand superheated knives stabbing through your skin. A weight on your chest crushed any breath left in you. You can only lie there, your body shattered like the glass around you, in a pool of your own blood. It flowed… and flowed…

“Baby… Baby! Please!” Seokmin cries, voice shrill and cracking with panic, “You’re scaring me! Please answer me!”

Seok… you wanted to call out to him, to soothe him. But every attempt to connect with your soulmate subjected your head to excruciating pain, like having an axe hacking through your skull. The more you tried, the more it seemed harder to reach him.

“BABY!” Seokmin was beyond hysterical. “Please! If you can hear my heart, please come back to me… Please give me a sign that you’re okay!”

Panicked voices surrounded you, and along with the incessant ringing of your ears, Seokmin’s voice became barely audible.

No… Seokmin, no…

Everything grew fader and morphed into a blur before your eyes. You black out, Seokmin’s heart-wrenching sobs pulsing through your head.

It’s your third week since you’ve woken up from the accident. You’re not quite recovered, but the bandage around your head still proves to be an uncomfortable pain in the ass. You sit up on the hospital bed, immediately going about your morning routine.

You’re not well enough for visits yet. The doctor did allow your parents to see you a few times a week during your physical therapy sessions, but even then they hardly spoke to you.

Not since the day the doctor asked you for the year. Not since you’ve replied, “2016” with difficulty.

You still wonder why your answer made your mother break into tears.

Your doctor kept your friends at bay, insisting that he’d stop once he’s certain you’re ready. Your phone had been crushed beyond repair during the accident, cutting off any connections to the outside world.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been feeling like you’re missing something in your life, the hole in your heart potent and irreparable.

It’s always too quiet for your comfort in the room, and you can never quite explain why.

Oh well, maybe things would change once you found your soulmate.

You can’t wait for your eighteenth birthday.

IM SORRY GUYS IM SO SO SO SORRY GAH I FEEL SO DAMN GUILTY