🍃March 14
Taking a long drag, I let the smoke fill the room. It smells terrible. Why do I do this to myself?
I sigh, smashing the cigarette butt into the ashtray. I look at the time. It's seven in the evening.
It's about time I leave for Jimin's performance. I tuck the silk shirt into my jeans. I hope they look well together.
I don't know what color both of them are. After slipping on dress shoes, I exit the house, grabbing the car keys.
This is a different rink, a twenty-minute drive from here.
I stop on my way to buy a bouquet. People say flowers are colorful and they're so much more beautiful when you can see the colors.
I rub the petals of the sweet pea flowers, the texture velvety smooth. To me, they're in varying shades of grey except for the spots of violet. I wonder what they really look like in full color.
Maybe I'll never find out.
I reach the rink, entering backstage. Jimin is getting ready in front of a mirror, his makeup fully done. His clothes fit tightly to his lithe form.
I hand him the flowers and pull him into a hug. He relaxes a little, not so tense anymore.
He could have been my soulmate.
Maybe we are, in another universe.
"Good luck, Chim," I say.
"Thanks."
"I'll go take a seat now," I say.
He waves as I leave. I sit on the seats, a little uncomfortable as I see the girl next to me immediately has her attention on me.
"Hi," she says.
"Uh, hi," I reply.
"What color can you see?" she asks, leaning closer.
I have had many people ask this question to me, but not before they even know my name.
"Violet," I reply.
"Really, I can see violet too!" she says.
She suddenly jolts and I can feel the thump on the back of her seat.
"No, you can't. Stop lying," I hear a hiss, "You can only see brown and I heard it's the color of shit like everything that comes out of you and your brother's mouth."
I stifle a laugh and turn around. It's you sitting behind her.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised as this part of the seats is mostly for those related to the participants. Sana must be here too.
"Shut up, Y/N," the girl beside me grumbles.
Your gaze softens when you look at me, quickly turning furious as you look at her again. I don't know why, but in that brief moment, my heart stutters before picking up its pace.
I don't want this again. It's painful. I can't stand having my heart ripped out another time.
"Jean is participating?" you ask.
"Yeah," the girl answers.
You sigh. I don't know why.
That rhymed.
"Well, I hope he breaks a leg. Literally," you grit through your teeth.
You stand up. That's when I notice your dress. It molds to your body like water, reaching your knees. I don't know what color it is, but it doesn't matter.
I don't know why my eyes are on you as you disappear.
And why they return to you when you come back.
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Violet || Kim Taehyung [ON HOLD]
FanfictionBook #1 in the Spectra series. Soulmate AU in which people can see one color, and it's the same color that their soulmate can see. One can see all colors only when their soulmate is touching them. . . . . . Taehyung X Reader