Changbin x Reader
You stared at the chalkboard during a college course. Your pen twirling in the air, black ink slowly dripping off.
A drop splashed onto your head, a black dot growing in size on your palm. That's when your attention shifted away from the lecture and to your hand.
A blank canvas.
Using your pen you started to doodle on your hand. The small drop of ink, turning into the center of a flower. Using the pen, the vision of a flower started to come to life.
A smile forming on your face, you uncapped more different colored pens. Blue, green, purple. All of them joined blank in a beautiful sketch on your hand.
Vision to reality is something you loved to do. You loved the feeling of power and joy that came with creating something. You were an art major, often using your own body as a canvas.
Not that your soulmate minded. He'd always respond with little messages next to the drawings. He'd often write lyrics on his arms if he suddenly had inspiration for something.
He would always say they were for music projects as he apologized over and over again. You would always say it was totally fine, after all you doodled over you body during the day. You never seemed to have paper to draw on.
A bit awkward since you majored in art.
Next to the flower you just finished filling in was a message forming. 'The flower looks amazing.' A smile formed onto your face as you wrote above the message.
'Thanks, I got bored during class. Sorry about it.'
'Don't apologize for something you're good at.'
'Thanks :)' A large smile bloomed on your face and your soulmate's response. He was always so sweet and considerate.
"Ms. Y/N." You jumped in your seat to see your professor staring at you. The classroom now empty. "Class ended five minutes ago, we have a quiz tomorrow so I hope you are prepared."
You hastily packed up your stuff, bowing to the professor. As soon as you left the classroom you bumped into someone, your books scattered all over the floor.
"Oh I'm so- Mina." You glared at the girl standing over you. She was the typical bully, and of course this year you were the target.
"Well well, isn't it miss hasn't found her soulmate yet." She scoffed from above you. Saying nothing you tucked your hair behind your ear. Standing up, you hurriedly grabbed your things hoping to avoid a conflict.
People in your school that hadn't found their soulmate were typically looked down upon. This was because people in college usually found their soulmates by then. You were probably one of the five in the school that hadn't found their soulmate.
As you started to walk away, Mina latched on to your left wrist. Lifting it into her eyesight she observed the flower drawn on your skin, along with the little messages written across. You swiftly tried to tug away your wrist, but Mina's grip was like iron.
"These are some pretty sweet messages. Not meant for someone as worthless as you." Tears began to well up in your eyes.
Fishing a red pen out of her skirt pocket, Mina uncapped it between her teeth and spat out the top. With one hand on your wrist and the other holding the pen, Mina began to scribble all over your flower and messages.
Tears began dripping down your face. They couldn't seem to stop, your light makeup getting ruined.
Finally releasing your wrist, everything was coated in red ink.
Mina smirked at your tear stained face. "Perfect, you don't deserve those messages. Your a worthless, pathetic, little artist. You won't get anywhere in this world. And you don't deserve whoever your soulmate is."
Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked away.
That's when you ran. Ran as far away as you could. You sprinted through the streets weaving through people.
Were you really that worthless?
Did you not deserve your soulmate?
Were you just completely pathetic?
All of a sudden you collided with someone in the middle of a park. Hastily apologizing you stood up, wiping the tears from your eyes. You gave the stranger a hand and took a quick look at him.
He had dark brown hair, and a mask adorned his face. He wore an oversized black hoodie paired with black jeans and some sneakers.
"Im so sorry." Your arms fell to your side as you bowed to the stranger.
The boy tilted his head to the side a bit as he glanced at you. Staring at your hand a moment. "Are you okay? You've been crying."
You sniffled a bit. "Just going through a rough time." You confessed to the stranger as you moved to sit next to a tree. "I probably don't deserve whoever the are. They would be so unlucky to have me as a soulmate." You buried your face into your hands, hair cascading around you.
You heard a sharp intake of breath and felt the stranger sit down next to you. "Why do you think that?" Came the curious question.
Your eyes shifted to the stranger who had pulled down their mask."It's just like Mina said, 'I'm a worthless, pathetic, little artist. I'm never going to get anywhere in this world. And I don't deserve whoever my soulmate is.'"
A small smile emerged onto the stranger's face. "I'm sure your soulmate will love you with all your flaws."
You barked out a miserable laugh. "How do you know that? You don't even know me."
The boy laughed a bit. "I should probably introduce myself. I'm Changbin." He held out his hand to shake and his sleeve came up on his arm revealing red scribbles on his hand alongside words. "And I'm your soulmate." Your eyes widened, almost comically as you stared at his hand.
A shaky smile formed on your lips as you lifted you hand to shake his. "I'm Y/N. Looks like I'm your mess of a soulmate."
Changbin smiled, shaking his lightly. "You're perfect. Mess and all." He quickly pressed his lips to yours and pulled away. He slipped his mask up. His eyes were twinkling with amusement. "How about a date?"
You stood up alongside him. "Coffee?"
"Coffee." He agreed.
And just like that you found your soulmate. Ink and all.
