Hey guys, so uh, im a piece of shit of a writer. Lets just get that out of the way, grab the flyswatter i deserve it. The first part of this chapter i wrote ages ago. Im just kinda picking up where i left off on it. I didnt finish it to be honest, and i dont think ill be finishing the rest of the series. Its thursday and i promised end of the week, but i wanted to at least give you guys the rest of whats been written. Im sorry, alot of you seemed to really be enjoying this, but i just dont have motivation to do this project anymore. Maybe someday if i get hit by an idea and random writing urge, ill make another few chapters, but if that happens itll probably be in a few years. Thank you for the support you gave me while this lasted. Smitten ink had a shortish run, but i consider it a good one. If yall want i can post the storyline notes i had written up before i started writing. And if anyone reading would like to, you can continue the story. I would appreciate being told so i can read it and make a post here for anyone else who wants to read but its not necessary. If you want to write it and i dont post the story notes, youre welcome to them, just dm me.(oh and uh, i went back and fixed that lil thing i forgot to replace in chap 4, sorry, i missed one)

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You take one last deep breath, take the final steps to the table, and sit across from him. "Hi, I'm y/n. Your soulmate."

You clamp onto your lower lip with your teeth. The man on the other side of the table looks at you first with excitement that quickly shifts to apprehension. "Can you show me?"

You nod and quickly uncap the pen Seungwan gave you with your teeth and doodle a small crab on the underside of your forearm. It's a matter of seconds before it shows on Namjoon's in the same place. He pulls the face mask off and looks at you in awe, his full lips forming a loose o shape. He takes your hand, treating it with the delicacy of fine china, and compares the small crab doodle on your arm to the one on his. You start nibbling at your lower lip again, eyes flicking between his expression and your arms. When he looks up at you and smiles, the anxieties that had been stacking up and rattling in your brain, dropping into your stomach, melt away. You see a flash of dimples on each of his cheeks.

That's it. Your heart is sold. Gone. Taken. Stolen. You're never getting it back. "You said your name was y/n?"

It takes you a second to process his words, much less the fact he was talking in the first place, but you nod. "Yes. Yes, thats my name. Sorry, that beautiful smile made me forget it for a second."

Namjoon looks taken aback for a second before breaking into a laugh. You groan at your own dumb line and bury your face in your hands. "Oh god, I'm sorry, that was really bad."

You feel fingers run softly through your hair and look up. Namjoons hand moves from your scalp, over your cheek, and to just under your chin. "Maybe, but I thought it was cute." He has a soft smile on his face and you feel the mild humiliation you had brought on yourself, wash away. Whos life did you save in a past reincarnation.