seventeen oneshots

red,white and peach (jihancheol)

LINK: 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12306939

Summary:

His heart was split in half: one half a brilliant red, the other half a bright white. This couldn't be happening. He knew what that meant. Everyone knew what that meant. But how was he supposed to deal with two soulmates?

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Jisoo is sitting in the quad, enjoying the soft breeze ruffling his hair as he did his homework. It sure beats the stuffy atmosphere of the university library and his dorm room. Besides, he's meeting friends here in about an hour. Yes, he got there early so that he could study a little bit more without having to worry about being late. Yes, he is a nerd. He's also a romantic who appreciated nature like a character in a romcom, but a nerd above all.

Like a dramatic romantic film scene, Jisoo's eyes drop to the palm of his right hand where it's lying idly on the table while he loses himself in his musings. The painted heart on his hand is showing blatantly, though no one can see it, the red and white halves meeting to form the pink in the middle.

When he had first gotten his heart, he had panicked. His heart was split in half . Not literally, but half of his heart was a brilliant, passionate red, and the other was a soft, creamy white. The two bleed together in the middle to a line of soft, pinkish peach. He knew what that meant. Everyoneknew what that meant.

Two soulmates. What was Jisoo going to do with two soulmates? He didn't think he could maintain one romantic relationship, let alone two simultaneously.

He has calmed down over time and gotten used to the idea, but his upcoming future is still daunting. He's done a lot of research beforehand on polyamorous relationships to prepare himself, but he still didn't feel ready for two soulmates right now.

Apparently the universe thought otherwise.

"Hello?"

Jisoo glances up at that unfamiliar voice. He met the eyes of an ethereal being. He is gorgeous, with warm, kind eyes, a beautiful, glowing smile, and long, silky hair tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. To put it simply, he is breathtaking. "Yes?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm in the same statistics class with you, and I just don't understand it at all," the gorgeous man says, rather sheepishly. "I heard that you've been helping a lot of the class with the homework and such, and I was wondering if..."

"I could help you too?" Jisoo finishes for the man.

"Yeah," he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay," Jisoo agrees readily. He's always ready to help someone if he could. The fact that the man is handsome is only a bonus. "When are you available?"

"Do you mind if I sit? My schedule's pretty heavy this semester, so it might take a while," the man asks.

"Not at all, be my guest," he gestures to the empty seat in front of him.

Gratefully, the man sits down, pulling out his phone as he does. After a few swipes, he hands over his phone to Jisoo. "Here's my schedule."

As he takes the phone, their fingers brush, and while that sounds extremely romantic and cheesy, Jisoo doesn't really think of it that way. He's too focused on the little burning sensation on his fingers where they made contact with the man's. This sensation was new. What's going on?

Then he takes in the schedule showing on the phone. "Oh my gosh, what is your schedule?" The man's schedule is jam packed full of classes and recitations and labs. "Do you even have time to live ?"