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First glances - Chapter three 🥀

~Jin~

Everything was going badly from the moment I woke up that eventful morning; my alarm hadn't gone off, I'd stayed up late playing games. In addition, I had completely forgotten to check my email to confirm the time call of when to arrive on set.

So when my agent Namjoon was banging on the door, I jolted out of bed, fearing being robbed. Admittedly the most expensive item I owned was a limited edition Mario collectable. But that was safely locked away in fear of such an event.

My hair jostled. Eyes barely open. I furiously blinked the morning dew from my eyes darting to the door, quickly checking my face in the mirror near my door; of course, still handsome.

"Seokjin! We're going to be late!" Namjoon banged on the door, jolting me back to reality. I opened the door with an innocent grin, "What do you mean late? What day is it? Why are you here so early?" I yawned.

Namjoon looked as if he'd seen a ghost when he glanced at my attire; freshly out of bed, hadn't washed my hair and was certainly not ready in the 3 minutes it would take for us to be mildly late.

"Change... please..."Namjoon begged as he quickly turned me around and shoved me back towards my room.

To avoid putting my poor manager through any more stress, I obliged, throwing the outfit I intended to wear on the bed. When I first hired my manager, he labelled all my clothes in what their actual colours were. But, for a colourblind, soulmate-less man, I still wanted to remain fashionable.

A lot of people who lacked a soulmate often dressed in dull black and white tones. I didn't want my new uprising of fans to suspect anything. Therefore, dressing this way created the illusion I had a soulmate and could enjoy the colours I had never seen before in my life.

I held them up on their hangers and called Namjoon over, "Looks good! Now please put them on already. We should have left 20 minutes ago!" Namjoon pleaded.

I draped the hanger over my shoulder and rested my hand on my hip, giving Namjoon a playful wink."Of course, just give me an hour to get my mani-pedi, and I'm all yours." I teased.

"Seokjin, please no jokes, now really isn't the time." Namjoon sighed as he fled the room. I smiled as I began washing up, admiring the smooth feel of the clothes upon my skin.

Every detail in my patterned shirt was dull to my eyes. The beautiful array of roses often associated with red; lust, romance, and passion were all foreign concepts to me.

It was ironic, really; I classed myself as a hopeless romantic. I sang sad songs on cold and rainy, miserable days. Old fashioned romantic films always brought me to tears. I even cried at animated films that touched the stolen childhood, which forced me to grow up too soon. I often took roses to my mother to see that loving smile only she truly blessed me with, with a slight hope I'd do the same for my future soulmate.

The first purchase I brought when I turned 18 was two alpaca keychains. The store assistant was the one to help me pick out different colours. One yellow, the other purple. Holding onto that shred of hope we'd meet soon.

I was naive then.

A decade had passed, but my mind was still filled with that same naive innocence that clutched onto the hope I'd meet them soon.

But there are only so many months I could flip through, wondering if tomorrow will be the day. Likewise, there are only so many New Years Eve's Countdowns; I can stare out the window. Thinking if they're counting down the last ten seconds of another empty year.

Are they next door?

Are they on the other side of town?

Are they even in this galaxy?