You sit down at a desk in the classroom, looking at the sky. It's grey colour boring but you're used to it everywhere you look is grey. Everything. You have never seen colour. No one has until you meet your soulmate. My mother sometimes tries to explain colour to me. Yellow is the warmth of the sun. Red is the colour of blood or love. Blue is the colour of the sky. Green is the colour of your eyes. Purple the colour of flowers outside your window. Colour. That's all you want to see.
The teacher walks in getting ready to start the class "Hello everyone we have 8 newsboys coming into our class today"
8 what why 8 like honestly like get a life it's not a party was there no other school you think grumpily I shouldn't have missed my coffee
You don't look up from your table as you hear the boys enter, you draw on your page sketching a flower imagining the colours you want it to be. "Hello my name is Felix," a deep voice says. You start to sketch harder each of the boys introduce themselves. Harder and Harder till the tip breaks "Hello my name is Bang Chan" a shiver runs through your body with the sound of his voice. You huff at your broken pencil. A hand suddenly appears on your book "here is a new pencil I noticed you broke yours" In that voice again you don't dare look at him afraid to burn at the sight of an angel. "Thank you" you whisper, you know immediately he smiled. He pulls out the chair next to you, the rest of his friends sit in the chairs surrounding you. You huff tossing the pencil back to Chan grabbing another and back to sketching. Throughout the whole lesson, you hear the boys laughing and talking as you draw and draw. The bell goes and you let go of your pencil stretching your hands. You look down at your drawing, you realize you were drawing a boy you have never seen before. When you draw you get under a drug you don't see your page till you're finished because you're so immersed in it. You study the boy you drew, not remembering who it is, you shrug. One of the boys that are sitting in front of you grabs your sketchbook, you try to snatch it from him but he stands you too short compared to him. "Wow, this looks like Chan-Hyung, your good girl" you look up at him in shock. You look in his eyes he smirks, you cock your head, look at his long hair. You mindlessly reach up and run your hands through his hair. "What colour is your hair" you stare at his eyes, letting go of his hair. Dropping your hands to your side "God I sound insane" you whisper to yourself you gather your stuff pushing past the boys leaving your sketchbook behind...
>Hyunjin POV< Her eyes look deep into mine, she reaches up running her hands through my hair. "What colour is your hair," She says, she can't see colour she hasn't seen the colour poor girl. She whispers something to herself running out of the classroom, without her sketchbook. "Look Hyung she drew you" I pass it to Chan
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(thanks to the original owner) "Wow, that's creepy," Felix says from behind Chan. "but she's really good, did she look at you at all Hyung" Chan still looks at the drawing "No she wouldn't look at me we have to give this back to her" he says picking up his stuff, we all follow him right at his heels.
>your POV< "The fuck is wrong with you" your best friend remarks. The thoughts run through your head a million miles an hour. "Hello, earth to y.n"
"Sorry I just" you let out a breath
"I just wanna see the colour you know you see the colour you have found your soulmate but I haven't" your best friend rubs your back, as sobs rack through your body. You thought you were in love last year, but you didn't see his colour. You would pretend to see a colour until his colour ran out, and he left you cold in the rain. You cry into your hands, you want to colour, you crave it. You sometimes see it in your dreams briefly and you crave it like a drug.
>Chans POV< I burst into the cafeteria with her sketchbook in my hand, I scan the room looking for her. I see the back of her head, I smile when I look at her, I see colour. She makes it so beautiful. Her eyes green, hair long black hair she's short but strong. I see her back shake with a sob, I frown when her friend rubs her back. She lifts her head and screams flipping her lunch everywhere, everyone looks at her silence she screams again
"I JUST WANNA SEE COLOUR IS IT THAT HARD, I WANT FUCKING LOVE YOU PIECES OF SHIT" she flips the table
"EVERYONE HERE HAS THEIR PRETTY LITTLE SOULMATE I HAVE SHIT, SHIT NOTHING I JUST WANNA SEE WHAT COLOUR ARE ROSES WHAT THE NEW KIDS HAIR COLOUR WHAT COLOUR ARE MY OWN EYES, WHAT COLOUR IS THIS TABLE" she points to a guy with green hair
"WHAT COLOUR IS THAT GUYS HAIR YA KNOW" she screams some security come and grab her arms dragging her out, she shakes their arms off
"I can walk dipshits" she walks past confidently she keeps her head high, she walks towards us we all move out of our way I stare at her beautiful green eyes bright with anger, she is so perfect. She walks past looking at me for a second. She stops her mouth open looking at me in the eyes, I cock my head to the side smiling
"you're so beautiful," she says
"your eyes their brown" she touches her fingers to her lips
"brown...BROWN??!?!" she shouts the security grabs her dragging her out as she shouting laughing like a maniac
"I can see his eyes their brown, omg her hair is blue and hers is blonde damn his eyes are blue those flowers are so pretty" she starts laughing all the while staring at me, our eyes locked. She suddenly stops she looks at the floor
"grey" she looks at me
"colour" she looks at the floor
"Grey" then she looks at me
"Colour... omg your my...soulmate" her mouth falls open. She walks towards me coming close to me, she goes up on her toes touching our noses together. I press my lips to hers, she kisses harder her lips move against mine. We pull apart breathless
"Hi soulmate I am glad you are my colour," I say to her.
