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Book Title: The Mole Theory (Non-idol!Park Sunghoon x gn!reader)

Genre: Fluff, reincarnation/soulmate-ish? AU, college AU (Valentine’s fic)

Proofread: No (if any inconsistencies, especially with pronouns, let me know.)

Word Count: 2.7k

Now playing: “Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex

Content Warnings: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to assume how any real, not fiction person acts in their personal life, gn!reader, 3rd person POV (they/them used to reference reader), fluff, slight angst, reader initially thinks they’re not meant to be loved (incorrect for reader and for you), Y/n not used but “____” in place of a name, reader has two moles (1 on lips, 1 on underside of their jaw) but they aren’t visible unless someone’s really looking for them, random character “Ash” is reader’s friend, awkward kiss scene right at the end.

Author’s Note: I’m really nervous abt writing this cus I’ve never written for a real person before😭then my irl pointed out that when I write, I should write what I want cus it’s for me and not anyone else. It’s a little late in the day but still Valentine’s Day where I am, so enjoy! (Also, this is the specific photo I’m using for reference for his lil moles.😽😽)

____ was convinced they weren’t meant to be loved in any life. But they came to terms with that a very long time ago. It wasn’t something to stress over for them. It was just one of those things that simply wasn’t meant to be. This was unknowingly confirmed when a friend told them about the “mole theory.”

“That doesn’t even sound like a real thing.” They gave Ash a look of disbelief as they took a sip of their drink. The cafe around them served as a comfy hang out spot the pair frequented before and after class — today’s case was the former. Ash got her usual of a simple hot coffee with a couple of sugar packets and a splash of milk while ____ got their favorite.

“I swear it is!” Ash laughs, setting her drink down and pulling out her phone to open Google. “Look,” she handed them the phone, “it’s this myth or legend-like thing that says wherever you have a mole is where your lover in a past life kissed you the most! Isn’t it romantic? I mean at this point-”

____ sort of tuned Ash out as they sat their own drink to the side and scrolled through whatever article Ash had opened. It said practically the same as whatever Ash was spewing — at least they assumed it did. They really weren’t able to listen to her drone on about her boyfriend while reading an article.

“Okay, so” ____ cuts Ash off before she can get too deep into a spill about how cute she thought one of her boyfriend’s habits was, “what’s the point of this again?”

They hand her phone back to her as she deadpans a little. “Did you not hear the first half of what I said?” When met with a blank stare and a small shrug from ____, Ash sighs and repeats a summary of what she’d been saying. “I said, if this legend is true then it basically proves the existence of past lives! I mean, everyone has moles. Plus, it’s just so romantic to imagine that you were loved so deeply in a past life that it left a permanent mark on you in the next,” she practically swoons.

“I don’t have any moles,” ____ points out. They look down at their arms, twisting them side to side a bit to reveal skin with as many moles as a block of concrete. They go over their body in their mind, not recalling a single one that they’ve been able to see.

“I can almost guarantee you have at least one mole somewhere on your body,” Ash says with a confident expression, her arms crossed over her chest and her body leaning back in the booth.

____ just shakes their head with another shrug. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen one. Guess love wasn’t meant to find me in this life or the last.” They say it so casually and with such honest belief that Ash can only stare at them with a lightly incredulous look. But before Ash can rebuttal her friend’s self-deprecating words, ____’s phone buzzes and chimes with an alarm. “That’s my alarm to head to class. See you later?” they say, grabbing their drink and their bag without another word.

However, as much as they don’t want to admit it, the thought that they weren’t loved in this life or the next weighed on them a little. They thought back to the times they could’ve used a partner’s shoulder to cry on and the holidays they’ve been missing out on couple activities during. They would always tease Ash about her being excited to celebrate things like Valentine’s Day when her and her boyfriend could just show that same appreciation for each other every day (not that the couple didn’t anyway).

Then their mind wandered back to the mole theory in specific. They realized just about everyone she knew had at least one mole on their arm, leg, or even their collarbone. But they can’t recall a single one on their own body and face. The other people must’ve been loved lots in their past lives. Park Sunghoon, for example, has at least three just on his face. ____ wouldn’t be shocked if they were scattered all over the guy. What’s not to love?

Sunghoon and ____ were friends. The two weren’t as close as he was with the boys he grew up with, but they were close enough that they would sit next to each other and have idle chats if either one of them were in the same place without any of their other friends. It didn’t happen often. However even with their interactions being as rare as they were, it wasn’t hard for ____’s feelings to be affected.

Sunghoon was easy to be around. He was easy to talk to, very calm (with the exception of being around his friends), and was a great listener. Although ____ could’ve sworn he might’ve been spacing out several times prior, staring unblinkingly at different points of rooms and at different people. (They would bet their life on catching him staring at their lips once in a class the two shared, but it was more than likely a coincidence.) They shook the thought of Sunghoon out of their mind as much as possible as they walked to their class.

Valentine’s Day rolled around a couple days after Ash and ____’s cafe conversation. Ash and ____ had exchanged the small valentines they’d had a tradition of giving each other since childhood, Ash and her boyfriend going out for the rest of the day afterwards. ____ had exams coming up soon, so they decided to head to the library for a few hours to prepare.

It was quiet, as per usual. There were some simplistic, non-distracting valentines decorations scattered around. ____ nodded in a polite hello to the librarians as they made their way to their favorite table. They could count on one hand the amount of people in the library on the love holiday, excluding their self and the librarians. Even if they were included, ____ wouldn’t need ten fingers to count the current capacity of the building.

____ had been reading over notes and copying them down a couple times each for about an hour before an unexpected voice softly spoke up.

“Can I sit with you?”

____ jumped a bit at the voice, not expecting anyone to approach them. What was even more unexpected — but currently happening — was to see that the voice belonged to Sunghoon.

They quickly composed themself, giving a small smile and a polite nod. Sunghoon mirrored the smile and took the seat opposite ____. They had to admit to themself that a slight feeling of surprise fell over them at seeing him here instead of him being out with someone. With who, they weren’t sure, but they certainly didn’t expect him to be with them in the library.

The curiosity scratched at their mind for a while before they finally decided to quietly ask, “No holiday plans?”

Sunghoon looked up from his own notes and shook his head a little. “No one I felt like going out with. You?” His tone matched theirs, the softness in his voice giving them butterflies.

____ copied his head shake with a slight smile. “No one felt like being with me.”

Sunghoon seems to consider their words for a moment before muttering, “I felt like it.”

This surprised them a little. He’d just said there wasn’t anyone he had wanted to go out with, but he admitted he felt like being with them. The admittance, no matter the intended meaning, brought a wave of flustered heat to their face. They quickly looked back to their notes, a small “oh” escaping them in response.

The pair went back to their respective note taking, working in silence. At least, Sunghoon had returned to working. ____ couldn’t help but repeat his words in their head, sneaking a glance at him after a while. Their eyes were quickly drawn to the trio of his most prominent moles, darting between them as if studying them more intently than the notes for their tests. Their eyes started at the one just to the side of the bridge of his nose, on his right side but on their left. It was probably the darkest of the three, yet the second was the most prominent. It rests on the opposite cheek from the first mole. It would be one of the first details of his face that anyone would notice. Their gaze then traveled to the third mole. It was the lightest and the smallest, under the same eye as the first one. It was also closest to his lips, probably the second feature anyone’s eyes would be drawn to.

The mole theory rushes to the forefront of their mind. The first mole had obviously been the place Sunghoon’s past lover had kissed the most of the three, the darkness making this evident. They imagined their own kiss making the spot even darker in his next life, this thought making way for the thought of his lips leaving a love mark on ____ in their own next life. They tried to force the thought out of their mind, but it only evolved into them trying and failing to not think about how his lips would feel on theirs. Would that be a place he preferred to kiss often? Would it be often enough to leave a mark after this life comes to an end? The swirling of these thoughts in their mind made ____ practically rip their gaze away from him and make an attempt to pretend to focus their attention on their notes for another half hour.

They eventually give up with a small sigh, leaning back in their seat. They let their head fall back, and their eyes close. Sunghoon takes this as a sign of frustration with studying and lifts his gaze to them.

“Frustrated with notes?” His voice reaches them, but they don’t let their eyes go back to him knowing they’d get flustered and warm all over again. Instead they decide to let him believe that and just offer a slight nod. A few beats of silence pass between them before the scraping of a chair being pushed away from a table and back to it sounds out. ____ thinks he just decided to leave, until they hear the chair next to them make the same noises. They open their eyes and see Sunghoon being exceptionally close to their side, moving their notes close to him and reading over them.

“What are you doing?” ____’s whisper is full of shock as Sunghoon continues to read over their notes.

After a second, he looks over to them with another signature soft smile. “Helping you with your work. You said you were frustrated, right?”

____ has to force their mind to focus on his question instead of the scent of his cologne and the warmth of his arm so close to theirs. They only manage a soft nod, not trusting their voice to give out on them even in a whisper. They decide their mind is playing tricks on them when it sees his eyes flick to their lips for less than a millisecond before he turns to their notes again. ____ decides they might be going insane as they see the very tips of his ears glow a soft red.

Sunghoon and ____ go over the notes for another hour before they both decide to be done with work for the day. ____ has to beat another bout of butterflies down as Sunghoon suggests getting a post-study snack together.

They walk to the campus convenience store with light conversation filling the occasional silence. Nothing of major importance is said before or while they get their snacks. Until the two decide to eat their snacks in the park. They have a seat at one of the benches — the warmth and cologne ____ felt from him before returning even more intensely with how small the bench was — and eat their snacks in relative silence.

After a few minutes, ____ decides to bring up the mole theory out of sheer curiosity for his opinion. “Ash — my friend, I think you’ve met — told be about it the other day.”

“It sounds interesting. I like it,” he admits with a soft smile. “It’s romantic.”

“That’s what Ash said,” ____ nods, “but I kinda thought it was silly. It’s a less convincing argument than deja vu.” ____ continues their small rant while Sunghoon quietly gazes at them in listening. “I mean, practically everyone has that and can’t really explain it. At least not with a sure fire round of solid evidence. Not everyone has moles. For example, me. There’s not a single mole anywhere on my body.”

Sunghoon’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and he tilts his head with a confused expression. “What are you talking about? You have at least two.”

____ turns their attention to him with their own confused expression. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen one and I’ve kinda lived in this body for my whole life.

____’s heart nearly stops as Sunghoon reaches up and leaves the lightest touch on the underside of the left jaw bone. “That’s one of them. It’s darker than…” He moves his touch to the very edge of ____’s bottom lip, directly in the middle. “…that one.” His voice is considerably softer than it was moments ago, and his touch manages to be even lighter. It was almost as though he was afraid being too loud or too rough would break the very world around them.

____’s whole body feels like it’s on fire. Controlling their voice as much as possible (even though it still comes out weak and almost shaky), they ask, “How did you even see those?”

Sunghoon’s touch finally falls from their skin, and they miss it immediately. He turns his attention to a very interesting patch of grass between his feet. ____ notices the tinge of red on the tips of his ears again. “I… sometimes I space out. In the class we share together, you sit on the other side of the class, facing me but a couple rows back.” ____’s mind fries at the fact that he pays any attention to them at all besides when he spaces out. “One time, you’d switched seats with the person that does sit right in front of me. You were close enough now that I could see that one,” he points to his own lips this time, still not looking in their direction, “and now I can’t help but notice it every time I see you. Then earlier, in the library, I saw this one,” he points at his jaw where the mole would be on him.

Silence settles over them, a certain tension filling the air. ____ lets it linger before speaking up. “Do you believe it?”

That confused look raises to Sunghoon’s expression again, and he finally turns to them again. “What?”

“The mole theory. You said you liked it, and you thought it was romantic. But do you believe it?”

Sunghoon considers their words for a moment. “I guess so. Why?”

“Well… I’ve decided I believe in another theory. My theory is that whoever left the love marks on you from a past life is the same person you’re meant to be with in every life. I also believe that the kiss from your past — and destined — lover feels different in those places than if someone else kissed them.” It’s ____’s turn to be intrigued by a grass patch. The suggestion makes the air feel even heavier than before.

____ is considering imploding right then and there until they hear Sunghoon speak up. “Test it.”

They turn their gaze to him to see his usual calm expression returned to his face. “What?”

“Test it. Test your theory.” He leans a little bit closer, as if inviting the test. A small smirk grows on his face the more ____ stares at him in shock mixing with a feeling of being flustered. “Or should I test it for you?”

He lets ____ process his words for as long as they need, each other’s eyes glancing towards the other’s lips. ____ only gives a small nod and leans into Sunghoon’s kiss.

They think their mind must surely be playing tricks on them when they swear they can feel moles they hadn’t noticed before grow warm under his lips being on theirs and his hand gently grazing their jaw.