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Intro. Sapnap had always wondered what his soulmate would be like. He didn’t have to wonder long. The morning he turned 18, he woke up to a burning sensation crawling up his right forearm. He rushed to the mirror, lifting his sleeves with shaking hands. The soulmark was simple—stylized letters curled in a flame-like design. It read: Dream. His heart raced. Clay. His best friend. His bandmate. His brother in everything but blood. But hours later, Dream posted a picture to his story—a soulmark had bloomed on his wrist that very morning, too. It wasn’t Sapnap’s name. It was George. And then George showed his tattoo on stream the next day—Dream etched in stardust lettering across his collarbone. Two perfect matching soulmarks. Two perfect soulmates. Not him. Sapnap wore long sleeves every day after that. Even in Florida heat. He laughed off the sweat. Made excuses. Bit his tongue when fans joked about "DNF soulmates" in the comments. He never showed his arm to anyone again.

the S in DNF

@Grimveil