soulmate au.
a alternate universe in which everyone's eyes are a dull grey, the only persons eye colour you can see is your soulmates. when you make eye contact with your soulmate, you cry tears of blood and instantly see their eye colour from that...
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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* orange ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
i swallowed my saliva down my dry throat. i blame jimin for my illness, making us go to the beach almost everyday after work and college despite the weather being miserable.
the orange glow from the candle was the only thing lighting up our table, minus the lights that were on the lowest setting. i twiddled my thumbs, was jimin going to stand me up? never in our two years of dating had he ever stood me up. but it's been twenty minutes and people in the restaurant were starting to stare.
"sorry i'm late." i heard a small whisper, i peeled my eyes away from the mesmerising flame and over to jimin who was pulling out his chair on the other side of the table. a huge breathe that i didn't know i was holding in escaped past my lips as i loosened up in my chair.
"ah that's okay. i thought you wasn't going to come at all." i chuckled emptily to myself, not knowing why.
"never."
after about two hours we had finished our food and drank all of our wine, our cheeks flushed a shade of red as we exited the fancy and way too overpriced restaurant. but anything for jimin.
"thanks yoongs." he giggled as he laced his fingers into mine and i gladly accepted.
"yoongs?"
"it's cute." he giggled once more, lifting his arms out like he was pretending to be an aeroplane.
"someone's had a little too much wine."
"not me. never."
i was too focused on jimin that i didn't even see a figure come crashing into us, well him. the same mop of messy red hair catching my eye under the dimly lit street.
"oh god i'm so sorry." the strangers voice called out, who i've now learned is hoseok after many people telling me and for some reason his hoarse voice sent shivers down my spine.
papers scattered all over the floor, some blowing away with the wind as i watched an orange watery paint spill on the stone path.
"ah shit." hoseok mumbled to himself before falling to the ground and gathering all the papers that had fell from his hands, the orange paint now soaking the sheets. jimin freed himself from my hand, running after the papers that had flown away, coming back shortly after with them bundled in his hands.
"no i'm sorry. i wasn't looking where i was going. hoseok right?"
"uh yeah." he mumbled as he got up from the ground, pushing the black thick frames up the bridge of his nose and running his orange hand along his jeans, the silver studs with chains coming from them in his ears catching the light and making them glisten.
he collected the papers from jimin, thanking him and i quickly took a hold of jimin's hand as soon as possible.
"you really are beautiful." hoseok said confidently under his breath, but loud enough for me and jimin to hear. my grip around jimin's hand tightened, could he not see me here? he hasn't once looked at me, what's his deal?
"excuse me?"
"oh not like that!" hoseok said, both of them getting flustered. i was really getting pissed now.
"i mean um like, you would be really nice to draw. you have nice facial features." i could practically feel the smoke coming from my ears at this point, but at the same time jimin smiled so i didn't want to interfere with their little conversation.
"thanks?" they both laughed awkwardly and i almost died from second hand embarrassment.
"well we'll be going now. bye red head!" i cheered, and before he could even look at me i stormed off with jimin, leaving him standing on the puddle of orange paint.
