the soulmate factory ✦ j.sc | ✔

thirteen

[sungchan: omw :) ]

[you: okey!]

[sungchan: :( ]

[you: okey! :) ]

[sungchan: :) ]

Laughing to yourself at Sungchan's attachment to emoticons in texts, you grabbed the last few things that you'd need for your date today. It was the last week that his exhibit was available at the museum, and between your hectic schedule of interviews, and phone interviews, and callback interviews for jobs, in addition to his own schedule, this was finally the day that you two had been able to arrange to go together.

A few minutes later, your phone lit up again.

[sungchan: outside :) ]

[you: omw down <3 ]

You saw him start typing, but then he stopped, presumably figuring that he'd be able to tell you whatever it was to your face in thirty seconds. Rushing down, you threw open the front door already with a smile that only grew tenfold as you looked up at Sungchan.

"Hi!" You greeted him, locking up behind you before giving him a hug.

"Good morning." He readjusted your jacket, pulling it more snugly around your collar for you. "You going to be warm enough in that?"

A cold snap had come through last night, dropping the temperature and forcing you to get your fall wardrobe out early.

"The museum is heated inside, isn't it?" You raised an eyebrow, looping your arm with his to pull him over to the bus stop to wait.

"Well yeah..."

"Then I think my biggest problem would be having to carry a heavy jacket around the museum the whole time."

When the bus arrived, you were just a bit disoriented by there being completely different passengers—after all, it was a different time of day than your previous daily commute, and you and Sungchan went to sit in a different row. You took the window seat, always loving to watch the passing scenery, and to give Sungchan the extra leg room of the aisle.

As the bus took off, you squinted, unable to see much through the fogged-up glass. Sungchan reached a hand past you, and you watched with interest as he drew a heart in the condensation on the window. You giggled and took your own pointer finger to the empty space in the heart, carefully tracing out JSC, then your initials, then a plus in the middle, feeling very much like a preteen doodling on your math homework.

When you looked back at him, you saw that his ears were pink, and you weren't sure if it was from the cold or not, but he grabbed your right hand with his left, both of your index fingers still a bit chilly from drawing on the window. He rested your linked hands on your lap, and though you couldn't quite see it from this angle, you knew that the string that connected your pinkies was complete. You leaned your head on his shoulder to look out the window, through the lines made with your little heart.

✦

At the art museum, you excitedly stuck your visitor sticker to your shirt before pulling Sungchan in further by the hand.

You looked up at the huge skylight in the main atrium, providing an abundance of natural light on a large abstract sculpture in a bold orange color. "It's beautiful in here."