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ix. jaemin x reader

"Fuck. Fuck!"

You will your legs to keep running, every muscle aching under the exhaustion that threatens to freeze them if you so much as take a second to breathe. You pull down a stack of crates as you zip pass, creating a flimsy barrier as they noisily collapse in the alleyway.

Just your luck. Bumping into your soulmate here at this time, of all places. Visiting another country would be fun they said, it'll help you clear your mind they said.

You barrel through a couple of stragglers, cigarette smoke burning through your lungs. They yell but are quickly cut off by someone else that vaults over their shoulders with ease.

"What's your deal?!" You scream, cutting the night air with your voice, fog gracing your cheeks before disappearing.

Why is it so cold?

The alleyway ends here and you stomp your foot in frustration, whirling around just in time to see your soulmate turn the sharp corner.

"You sure know how to run, darling." And you roll your eyes at his words, his shock of pink hair standing out even in the darkness. There's a light in his eyes that twinkles mockingly, dilating in the moonlight when he steps closer, you take a step back. "As expected of my beloved."

You click your tongue, stepping back again but your back hits the wall, recoiling at its dirty surface. But your chest hits something firm in front of you and you inhale sharply at the cool caress of a blade against your neck.

"Is this your way of greeting your lover?" Fear doesn't course through you like it's supposed to, the words coming easily caked in sarcasm. You exhale, feeling the knife lower until its side hits your shoulder, the boy in front of you dragging the tip down to your collarbone.

He steps closer, breath fogging the distance between your heads and you wonder if he feels the warmth that's starting to bloom in your chest. You have the sudden thought that knife play could be a kink you just discovered, your soulmate now sliding it to the other side of your neck.

You wonder if he's feeling this heat too.

"You're talkative for somebody who's close to death." His eyes narrow dangerously, his stare sharper than the blade and you feel something hot tug in your gut and by the way his lips twitch you can tell he felt it too. "Aren't you afraid of me?"

He takes a sharp inhale when you step closer, hand following your bold movements and satisfaction pools in your gut when he looks momentarily taken aback. "Why would I be afraid of you?" Your eyes follow the movement of his tongue swiping his bottom lip, the glint of metal flashing in the moonlight as a brief reminder of why you should be scared.

And you throw caution to the wind, reaching out for the soulmate bond you know exists somewhere and you tug hard, hand finding and running down his side. You eat up the way he shivers, teeth bare and he growls, his grip on the knife loosening and tightening again.

You take one more step closer to him, lips a breath away from each other and you refuse to drop eye contact as your fingers hook around the waistband of his pants. "Go on, lover," He releases his breath at your words and the way his Adam's apple bobs in his throat is too tantalising to see. "Kill me."

His lips are on yours before you hear cool steel hit the ground, your breath knocked out of you when your back hits the wall.

Oh.

Oh.

Everything's electric. From your lips moulding together into a searing kiss full of teeth and hot breaths, to your soulmate's body shoving you onto the wall behind you.