Canvas | Taekook

Chapter One

Kim Taehyung walked through the wooden door that lead him from his previous lesson and began to head towards the school cafeteria where his friends usually resided. Walking in, he was quickly flagged down by Park Jimin, his best friend since kindergarten, who was clad with his usual smile.
"TaeTae! How was class?" Jimin happily chirped once Taehyung came into earshot, springing onto him and clasping him in a tight hug. Taehyung shot him a weary smile before sitting down onto one of the flimsy plastic chairs.
"Oh, It was fine. That guy kept staring at me though, Sehun I think his name is." He responded, leaning back into the chair as he rummaged through his backpack before pulling out a tasty cookie to eat, sighing when Jimin took a bite out of HIS gooey snack.
"Oh? Perhaps he's your soulmate and he sees all the drawing you do on your arms! You need to stop, by the way, it's a bad habit!" Jin said, smiling at the two as he adjusted his black-rimmed glasses.
"When will you stop complaining, hyung? I get bored!" Taehyung whined, hoping the elder meant the drawings of flowers and animals that normally lined his wrists and not the normal self-deprecating words that lay secret in the palms of his hands.
"When you stop drawing! Your poor soulmate has to put up with that!"
"How do I know I have one? Surely they would have responded by now!" Tae sighed, sadness filling his face, "There might not be anyone for me, I can't help it if there's nobody meant for me."
"There is! Just because you've had a bad past and are feeling sad at the moment, that doesn't mean you have no happy future!" Jimin interjected, a worried look filling his handsome face when he saw that Taehyung was slightly offput. He simply shrugged it off and silence filled the trio's table as they all stared down at their food.

"What class do you have next, hyung?" Jimin said, breaking the everlasting silence, "Me and Tae have Math together." His eyes wandered up to look at Jin as he sloppily ate his sandwich. Jin sighing in disgust at the younger before responding, "Drama class," Jin said rolling his brown eyes, "It's full of annoying people with no acting skills."
"Are you not one of the bad actors?" Taehyung teased, earning a light slap from the elder boy.
"This handsome face can not be bad at anything,"
"Except maybe dancing?" Jimin piped in, leaving the three in a fit of laughter. As the trio had finally calmed down from their laughing fit, the loud pitchy bell rang; it was the end of lunch. The lunch hall filled with groans as teenagers scamped from their seats, bidding goodbye to their friends as they started to walk out in different directions.

"Lets go, Tae." Jimin said, grabbing his baby blue backpack and starting on ahead on the way to math class. Finally he came to a stop as he reached the pair's math room,the two entered and made their way to their desks. The teacher looking at the two grumpily at their late arrival before continuing to teach the class.

Boring! Boring! Boring! Taehyung pondered. as he moved to sit behind his graffiti-covered plastic desk, ignoring the goofy faces Jimin was shooting him from the front of the deodorant-scented classroom; he did this often, to try and make the younger laugh. He looked out the window that lead onto the large school field, rain had began to dribble miserably splashing in deep, murky puddles.

Taehyung allowed his smalll, slender body to slump onto the desk as he groaned. Math class was always boring and most of his lessons he spent either doodling and drawing on his hand or waiting for a mark to appear on his skin from his soulmate. A line, dot, note, anything. But nothing appeared, nothing ever did. Maybe Jin was wrong and he didn't have a soulmate.

He remembered when Jin had gotten his first sign on his hand from Namjoon, his current boyfriend of two years, it was simply a self-help note on how to cook pasta but it excited Taehyung's small group of friends so much. Soulmates were a big deal, especially to people like Taehyung who didn't really believe in them that much and were waiting to be proven wrong. Every lesson Taehyung had decided he would experiment, scribbling a rather badly-drawn small heart in a sharp black fine liner onto his hand, wishing for a sign that somebody was there, staring at the heart and thinking about how that was the person destined for them but he had no hope that anyone was truly there for him. His face fell a little, he really longed for a soulmate, wanting someone to love him and make up for all his years filled with sadness and love deprivation. A small, lonesome tear dribbled down his face and onto his dry and chapped lips, the bitter taste making him cringe a little but he was fine, right?
He pulled the pen back out once again and wrote "You have no purpose." onto the palm of his hand, making sure to press down as he continuously wrote it in the same place over and over, hoping it would engrave into him forever and remind him of how little he means. He finally stopped when he realised something on the side of his hand. Scruffy, pink gelpen now staining what was the only clean part of his hand.

"Find it then."
Somebody was there, somebody was reading, somebody cared.