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A/N: This imagine is a soulmate AU where you receive subtle signs that lead you to your soulmate! Enjoy~
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You stared at the canvas in front of you- partly in fascination, partly in horror. The piercing eyes of the painting made your heart skip a beat, and you wondered why your hands had painted this face and those mesmerizing eyes. His dark, messy locks looked so real.
If only he were, you sighed to yourself.
As a rising artist, you started receiving phone calls to feature your unique pieces in galleries. But this particular art curator demanded pieces of people's faces. He wanted to capture the beauty of expression. Though you'd never met the curator, you'd already formed an image of him in your mind- a tall, snooty man with a hot temper and wiry frames. With the paintings due later this week, you'd finally get the chance to meet him. And you could finally complain about his demands in person.
"Time to create another work," you groaned.
Slowly, your hands began sketching. The lead danced lightly across the canvas, and you quickly realized you'd drawn the same person but with a different expression.
"What's wrong with me?" you squeezed your hands together in frustration. "Why do I keep thinking of this face?"
Since you were a master of procrastination, you didn't have time to start over and create new faces to paint. Instead, you rolled with the handsome man, painting his face with different expressions. In one, he was angry. In another, he looked just like an adorable bunny. But your favorite was the eye smile as the canvas seemed to catch him mid-laugh.
A week later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of a truck that was hauling all your art pieces to the gallery. Finally, you'd be able to hang your work on the walls and hope your popularity would soar. But you were also looking forward to meeting that snooty curator. Hopefully his temper wouldn't be as a hot as you imagined. The truck stopped outside the gallery, and you hopped out, eyeing the building in wonder.
You noticed a few silhouettes. There was one guy with auburn hair and a spray of freckles across his mesmerizing face. His green contact lenses captivated you, and you reminded yourself to breathe as you forced yourself to look away. Was he the curator?
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While shifting your gaze, your eyes fell upon a different silhouette. Strangely, he felt familiar. Your eyes locked with his, and your heart leaped into your throat. His body jolted in surprise before he started taking long strides towards you. With each step, time slowed as you studied his face. Piercing eyes and delicate brows. His face morphed into a bunny-like smile as his body collided with yours in a hug. The gallery fell silent.
"You're beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I'm so glad I can finally meet you."
You squeezed your arms tighter around him. "Me too."
