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Prompt: unique myungjong soulmate au

The reflection in the mirror is your soulmate’s.

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The mirror in the room seemed almost uncomfortably big. It had a silver framing and was a large, rectangular mirror. His father and mother had always made him play with mirrors as a small child, though Sungjong didn’t know why. Soulmate reflections had a specific time where they’d show, and subjecting your child to mirrors wouldn’t speed it up at all.

Now it was his time, as he stood in his room alone, staring at the unfamiliar reflection. The boy in the mirror seemed to be a bit older than him and stared coldly back. Sungjong couldn’t help but take a few steps forward, trying to get a good look at the other.

His hair was black and shorter than Sungjong’s, and his eyes were a similar shade. His reflection had a strange handsomeness to it, and Sungjong briefly wondered if others wished for such a handsome person to be their soulmate.

He also couldn’t help but feel somewhat proud as he realized just who he was bonded to. Although though eyes seemed cold and icy at first, Sungjong could see them soften up, just a bit, as he kept looking at them.

A couple of soft knocks hit his door. “Sungjong-ah, how is the mirror we got you?” How is your soulmate?

The door opened softly, to reveal his mother. Her brown eyes were wide with worry, and her fingers rubbed together in that way they did when she was nervous.

Sungjong smiled.

“He looks nice. I… have a good feeling about him.” Instantly, his mother’s eyes watered, and she moved forward to embrace Sungjong.

“That’s great, dear. Now, how about we eat dinner and tell the rest of the family?”

--

Myungsoo woke with a start. His head tingled with the beginnings of a headache, and he quietly groaned, sitting upwards. He switched on his bedside lamp, sighing when he caught a glance at his alarm clock. 3:29 A.M. Looks like I’ll be tired all throughout school.

His eyes watered with an annoying itch, and he stumbled out of his bed to go to the bathroom. His hand grazed along the side of the wall, making sure he wouldn’t trip over anything.

Once he finally directed himself through the much-too-long hallway and into the bathroom, he flicked on the lights.

Only to see another boy in the mirror.

“Wha-?” Myungsoo fell backward, hitting his head on the bathroom wall. The boy mirrored his actions, his small and feminine face contorting in pain. Myungsoo almost felt guilty when he saw it.

He stood up to examine the mirror once more. His soulmate.

The boy was obviously younger than him, with dark hair but contrasting honey-brown eyes. They seemed to glow with joy, and Myungsoo couldn’t help but smile back at the reflection.

Big mistake. The younger boy’s pink lips curled into a cute smile, and Myungsoo could feel his heart beat faster, almost making him dizzy.

He stared up at the red, dusty clock in the bathroom, stumbling in shock when he realized he had spent almost 20 minutes looking at his soulmate. He couldn’t blame himself; his soulmate looked basically perfect to him.

There was a problem, though.

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“A boy?! Your soulmate is a man?!” Myungsoo’s father’s hands roughly grabbed at his shoulders, stopping him from turning around and going back to his room. The hands constricted him, and he could tell that his father was going to leave bruises.

He shouldn’t have told them. He knew his father was going to act like this.

Luckily, his mother did not have the same sentiments.

“Honey, stop! Myungsoo-ah didn’t choose this, it’s not his fault! Don’t be like this, dear,” his mother pleaded, her frail hands holding her husband’s forearm desperately.

His father swung his arms, knocking his mother to the ground as she shrieked. “Don’t be like this? Are you saying you want our son- no, this person to be with a man?!”

Myungsoo couldn’t help but yell out, hot tears escaping from his eyes, “Be quiet! He’s my soulmate, don’t talk about him like that!”

His father sneered. “Your soulmate? Figures, you must like that freak. I thought you’d be an honorable son and marry a beautiful young lady and make your parents proud, but I guess you won’t.”

His father grabbed his keys from the key rack, ignoring how the rest of the keys fell to the ground with a clinking noise.

He was at the front door now, and Myungsoo could barely hear his mother’s pleadings over his loud, messy thoughts.

“You’re a waste of a handsome face. You’re not my son anymore.”

His mother sobbed louder. “Honey, no, don’t, calm down!”

The front door slammed shut, causing Myungsoo to break from his thoughts and flinch.

He turned to his mother, who was unexpectedly silent. Her eyes were cold and empty, and she stared at him.

“Leave.”

His heart shattered even more, and he felt so empty that even the cold Seoul air didn’t cause him to flinch.

--

“Taepyo-nim, do you mind if I move into the dorms a bit early? Earlier than next month.”

“Hmm? When then?”

“Like… right now, sir. Please. I don’t have anywhere else to go.”

“Myungsoo-ah… This isn’t a safe haven, you know that, right?”

“Of course, sir. I’ll work hard.”

“...I’ll see you, then.”

The call ended with a sharp click of the landline phone, and Myungsoo took out his wallet and flagged down a taxi.

--

His parents didn’t call him from that day onward.

They didn’t come to see him once.

The CEO was, fortunately, understanding, and he let Myungsoo stay in the dormitory with the other debuting members of their idol group. He even let Myungsoo borrow some of Dongwoo’s clothes, even though they were a bit big for him.

He spent the rest of his time studying and practicing endlessly, making sure to overwork himself so he wouldn’t think about his soulmate or his parents.

He didn’t look at mirrors anymore and relied on Dongwoo to assess his looks. Dongwoo didn’t ask about how he looked away from mirrors and looked down whenever he washed his hands.

“Myungsoo-ah. I forgot to tell you until today, but there’s going to be 2 new members added to our group. Don’t worry though, because we’ll be debuting in 2010 regardless, so they’ll just have to catch up,” Sunggyu said from behind him, patting his shoulder. Sunggyu’s soulmate was Woohyun, and Myungsoo felt something akin to jealousy when he found out Sunggyu and Woohyun’s parents didn’t really act negatively when they revealed it.

How long would it take for Myungsoo’s own parents to do that?

Sunggyu squeezed his shoulder softly, which shook him from his thoughts. “Okay, hyung. Thanks for telling me.”

Sunggyu looked a bit worried as he walked away, but Myungsoo ignored it.

--

Lee Sungyeol was the first trainee.

He was loud and childish, but Myungsoo quite liked him.

Sadly, Sungyeol did not change Myungsoo’s ‘maknae’ status.

Lee Sungjong did, though.

“You’re- you’re him, aren’t you?”  Sungjong’s shocked voice made Myungsoo bite his lips. He sent an alarmed look at Sunggyu, who understood it immediately.

“Guys, guys, let’s leave them alone, okay? Got to let the 2 youngest talk it out, okay?” Sunggyu stammered out, and Woohyun nodded, catching it as well.

As Dongwoo passed by, he patted Myungsoo’s shoulder comfortingly.

The room was once again empty, with just the two of them.

Him and his soulmate.

Myungsoo approached him with light steps, admiring how his dark hair seemed to be dyed a dark brown, and how his sweet, brown eyes were as the same as ever.

“Your hair, it’s different,” he murmured, for lack of anything else to say. Sungjong smiled at this and nodded.

“Yours is, too. I dyed and cut my hair before my audition… Did you not notice it before?”

No, because I’ve been avoiding mirrors all this time.

Sungjong seemed shocked, and Myungsoo realized that he had said his thoughts out loud. “You… have? Because it’s me?”

Yes…

Myungsoo shook his head violently, hitting himself mentally as he saw tears well up in Sungjong’s eyes. “No, definitely not! It’s not because of you.”

Sungjong looked like he didn’t believe it, but nodded quietly anyway. “Then… why?”

He took Myungsoo’s hands in his own, and Myungsoo realized that this boy must have been looking for him, thinking about him for comfort, looking up to him as his soulmate.

“My parents. I told them, and they didn’t like it,” Myungsoo whispered, and Sungjong’s eyes widened a bit in disbelief before he nodded his head in understanding.

“I get it… My mother was okay, but my father and brother didn’t quite understand. I’m sorry that your parents are… you know,” Sungjong said, rubbing his fingers softly over Myungsoo’s palm.

He then took his hands away, and smiled innocently, before saying,

“You know… there’s something I’ve always been wanting to do.”

And then there were warm, soft lips pressed against his, and a fluttering, comforting feeling bubbling in his stomach.

And at that time, he realized he loved his soulmate. He would never let him go, not even if his parents disowned him for the rest of his life.

--

Myungsoo and Sungjong were on the couch together, as Myungsoo laid his head in Sungjong’s lap. Sungjong’s long fingers ran through his hair as they sat together, watching TV.

Myungsoo could feel himself slowly fall into a slumber, at least until Sungyeol entered the room.

“Geez, guys! Warn a guy, won’t you? I just got back from the We Got Married set, I don’t need to see any more making out couples,” he said, complaining while he jokingly covered his eyes with his hands.

Sungjong and Myungsoo laughed, causing Sungyeol to pout. “I’m serious! I thought I would go blind after seeing one of them!”

Myungsoo sat up and connected his and Sungjong’s lips together teasingly, making Sungyeol groan. “Not again!”

He stomped over to his room, closing the door with a soft shut.

They separated over a chorus of snickers, enjoying the misery of his hyung.

Myungsoo looked into Sungjong’s eyes, feeling his heart pulse quicken as he looked into the eyes he loved so much. “Hey, Sungjongie?”

“Hmm, hyung?”

“I love you, no matter what.”

Sungjong smiled endearingly, cheeks reddening as his lips moved to respond,

“You greasy hyung. But... I love you too.”