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Jeremy has had his soulmate bond open for only two weeks and in that time has only listened to the 2012 Les Mis movie cast recording.
He would feel bad but he got cast as Marius in his school's production of Les Mis and it's a good fucking musical okay?!
"Ugh," Michael groaned, collapsing beside Jeremy on his bed.
Jeremy looked at Michael, who despite his face being smushed into the bed and his glasses askew, was fucking beautiful. Yeah, the lighting in Jeremy's room was horrible, but Michael looked great in any lighting.
"So you know how I got my soulmate bond two weeks ago?" Michael asked.
Jeremy nodded, remembering when Jeremy called Michael at 1am to tell him that he got his soul bond. Before he could say anything though, Michael shrieked that he got his soulmate bond. And like the coward he was, Jeremy never told Michael that he got his too.
"Yeah so, they've been playing this one song over and over and it's so sad, like are they okay?" Michael said, head still buried in Jeremy's sheets.
Jeremy thought for a bit, "Do you know the song at least?"
Michael shook his head, "No, I think it's about this guy whose friends are all dead or something. My soulmate is not okay."
"Wait," Jeremy said, trying as hard as possible to quash any inklings of hope sprouting in his chest, "Does it go like There's a grief that can't be spoken, There's a pain goes on and, Empty chairs at empty tables, Now my friends are dead and gone?" Jeremy sang, having practised every single rehearsal since they started 3 weeks ago.
Michael stared at Jeremy, eyes sparkling in awe. "First off, you are literally so good at singing, I mean I knew you had talent but damn you have got some pipes."
Jeremy blushed because of the positive attention, "Umm, I'm not really that good actually," He stated, doing whatever he could to brush off compliments.
Michael stared at Jeremy, mouth slightly open, "Well your wrong because you bet your ass you're gonna end up on Broadway with Christine, but yeah. That's the song."
Oh, oh shit,
Michael immediately sat up and took hold of Jeremy's hand. "Hey, are you okay? Is this because you haven't gotten your soulmate bond yet? You know it's random, nothing about you." He said, rubbing Jeremy's knuckles with his thumb.
Jeremy shook his dead, throat still stuck from his realization. "No," He started, taking a shaky breath, "I-I did get mine."
Michael gasped, "Jeremy that's great! When?"
Jeremy swallowed, nerves knotting up his stomach, "You know when I called you at midnight when you were just about to call me because you got your soulmate?"
Michael nodded slowly, seeming to consider something.
"Yeah well, the reason I called was because I had gotten my soulmate bond too." Jeremy finished, using the hand that Michael wasn't holding to fidget with his cardigan.
Michael's eyes widened, his hand tightening its grip on Jeremy's. "That means... We got our soulmate bonds at the same time."
"Yup," Jeremy said, popping the p.
"So..."
"I've been listening to Les Mis on repeat because that's one of my songs," Jeremy replied, staring at his blank wall.
"Jeremy," Michael began, letting go of his hand, "If you don't want to be my soulmates we can just pretend we're not," He sounded close to tears.
Jeremy whipped his head towards Michael, "No, no it's not that! Not at all. It's just... my parents were soulmates you know?"
Michael took a breath, trying to gather his thoughts. "Okay, that makes sense. But, can we at least try,"
Michael was looking straight at Jeremy, eyebrows rising in a question.
"Yeah, yeah we can try. We can do that," Jeremy said.
Michael beamed, reaching over and pulling Jeremy into a tight hug. "Fuck yeah, we can try. We can fucking do that."