𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 || 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

➢𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

A/N: This oneshot is converted, credits to the rightful owner, i hope u like it and happy halloween :)

A childish, naive grin marked your face at night as you dreamily moved your pinky, tugging at the string tying you and your soulmate, head fuzzy as though cocooned in cotton candy, hoping the syrupy, yet warm and welcoming feelings could reach your fated one at the end of the string. Sometimes you longingly caressed it, cherished it as if it's your most prized possession, it was certainly your most precious.

After meeting your fated, however, innocent, unexpectant grins turned to strained smiles. thin, weary, and cautious. You were however persistent enough to maintain them at night, for you were persistent to maintain your soulbond, to one day reach her heart, to sit nestled there comfortably. Hoping her guarded walls would lower to allow you to peek through. To caress the rough ridges and the soft spots, to get to know it all. If only she'd let you.

And eventually, you thought she did.

Like the late-night kitchen runs where you thought you bonded together.

"You like spicy noodles too?" You questioned curiously, somewhat desperate to find a common ground to converse on with your soul mate.

"Why would I make it if I didn't like it?" She answered you, arching up her perfectly shaped brow. You couldn't help how your heart jackhammered at how pretty she looked even when she was looking at you judgmentally.

"I'm just surprised you got good taste is all. It might be too spicy for you..." You were trying a different approach today.

As if she swallowed a sour plum, she turned to you with a ferocious look, like a threatened bear.

"You think your soulmate is a loser who can't handle it? idiot, I'll show you who can't handle it."

You two ended using all the chili in the dorms, unwilling to relent to the other. It was awkward to explain the situation to Jisoo who walked in on you two with flaming faces and snot-filled tissues.

But you let your guard down.

Because you thought this was it.

You didn't think she'd shred your heart to pieces, not when she had your body close, her arms caging you to her as she cried and shed her pains and sorrows. Not after she let you kiss her tears away and promise to allow you to be there for her.

Now, here she stood, your other half, with a knife in her hand, stabbing your heart unrelentingly, mercilessly. Did your feelings not reach her? Did she not know that if she were the sun, you'd be willing to burn just to touch her?

"Useless" the word rang in your head like a mantra. Why would such a hurtful thing come from your one true love unprovoked? You didn't even do anything to warrant such poisonous wrath.

"You keep clinging to me, as if you think I actually want to be with you." All the memories you shared with her became tainted with doubt, did you really mean so little to her? You tried your hardest, so why is it that Jennie Kim is always out of reach? Why is it that she let your fingertips graze her enough that you'd be filled with hope for more?

"I didn't even want a soulmate, but to be mated to you is humiliating. Go, leave, and don't speak to me again." This wasn't anger. This was bone-chilling, frozen hate. She found it revolting to even be around you. If this is what it means to have a soul mate...then you never want to experience it ever again. You wish you never had a soul mate, never got to know Jennie Kim, only to have her tear your heart like this.

The silky, red ribbon tied at your pinkies slowly strained in the middle, and when you turned away and left, the ribbon no longer stretched infinitely. It tore, and Jennie looked in horror as the red ribbon that was now more loosely than ever wrapped to her pinky slowly but painfully darkened to pitch black as the end of it laid severed in front of her. Jennie had single-handedly torn her soul in two, and now there would be a million things left unsaid, even though her mouth never seized its assault on you.

She sank to the floor, brown orbs wide in disbelief as they glistened, but Jennie paid no mind to the tears as she brought the string to her, regretfully caressing what she destroyed. It would be a testament to her hate, but how can that be when she loves you as much as her cold heart can love?

And for you? Well, childhood filled daydreams of your other half were no more.