Trespass

Puzzle

Here's the thing about soulmates; everyone seems to have different ways of telling who their soulmate is. Some people don't see color until they meet their soulmate. Others can write on their arm to communicate with their soulmate. Some share the same feelings with their soulmate. And some have a combination of ways to tell, though those are rare. Sometimes, soulmates never know they're soulmates because, if for whatever reason someone doesn't want another as a soulmate, they'd never see it. Occasionally, some will fall under the allusion that they've found their soulmates, and they think they've found them. Except, it's never as true as it could be if they found their real soulmate.

There are stories. Stories about some soulmates being so connected that they are practically one. Once they meet and formed their bond, they were able to experience the same sensations, share thoughts if they so pleased, and so much more. You've always wanted to have that kind of bond, but you knew it was more unlikely than finding a unicorn. You only had the basic telltale sign of not being able to see color. It was a child's fantasy thinking you'd ever have more.

There is one thing in common between all soulmates; however, Everyone has a meter on their forearm, telling them how much danger their soulmate is in. Frequently, more often at night, you'd glance down and see your soulmate in danger as pain began to flare in your arm. It worried you. What did they do that put them in danger so often? It worried you that they'd die before you got the chance to meet them.

You've gone twenty-six years of your life with only black and white vision. You've grown used to it. You stopped wondering what colors looked like a long time ago, relenting the bland world around you till the time came for you to meet your soulmate.

As you walked out of your Psychology for Genders lecture, you heard shouting. You slowly walked towards the commotion, following the others wanting to see what was happening.

You heard the crack of bone, closely followed by a loud cry of pain. Quickening your step, you reach the problem. A tall, young man hovered over a scrawny looking kid, his fist raised to land another blow to the smaller kid's face. He had that typical bad boy look. A leather jacket clung to his frame, dark hair falling into his face. Another man stood next to him, with his arms crossed over his chest. He too was wearing a leather jacket. He seemed taller, more lanky and weak-perhaps that's why he was just standing there. His light hair fell over his eyes, hiding the deep, dark color in them. The two of them wore black face masks, making it impossible to see who they were.

You moved your gaze to the kid on the ground, blood gushing from his nose. The darker haired man must have broken it. Before you knew what you were doing, you threw yourself in front of him, taking a blow to the stomach. You grunted in pain, glaring at the two men before you. They both seemed surprised at the interruption, but before anyone could react, the light haired one grabbed the dark haired boy and pulled him away, walking quickly.

You turned to the kid, reaching your hand out to help him up. "What was that about?" you asked, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

He gave you a small smile, "I just got myself into some trouble, is all." He replied.

"Well, let's get you to the hospital. See what they can do for your nose."

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"Hey so uh..thank you for this. You really didn't need to stop them." The kid, who's name you learned was Youngjae, said.

"It really wasn't a problem." you answered, smiling at him.

"You're psychology major right?" He questioned.

You nod, wondering where he was going to go with this. "Could you help me with child development and understanding the brain? I'm a med student and I plan to go into pediatrics, but I'm struggling with the brain."