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People always raved about finding their soulmate, but not
just because it meant that they had found their one true love. It was because
it made the world technicolor. You
spent your life dreaming about what these colors were, living through a black
and white haze, while people who had found their soulmates spoke on and on about
these mixtures of colors you had no idea what they looked like. When your world
became technicolored, that meant that you had seen your one true love in person.
Suddenly, everything that once was a shade of gray, black, or white, now had
splashes of greens, reds, yellows, and every other color under the sun.
You dreamt of that day, but you also didn’t let your life be
hindered by the lack of color. You enjoyed your black and white lifestyle.
Listened to music, made friends, and enjoyed being alive, but everyone always
talked about how they wished to find their soulmate so their world would become
emboldened with vibrancy. Sighing, you listened to your friend go on and on,
she had recently been at the market, when she say a guy and her world changed.
Y/N, it’s so hard to
describe! It’s like living in a new world! We are going to the movies tonight! She
shrieked and you chuckled. Reina was always like that, she seemed to become
over excited about every little thing, which is what you needed in your life.
She was the positive ray of sunshine in your rather dull world, but now she had
found her match and you knew that it meant she would slowly slip away.
Well I’m glad, Reina. I’m
going to need to meet this extraordinary guy! You played the happy best
friend as she squealed into the phone.
Oh, but I was supposed
to go to the BTS concert with you tonight! She said with shock. I totally forgot! She exclaimed and you
sighed. A concert alone just wouldn’t be any fun, but you had practically
killed to get these tickets.
Uhm, it’s okay. I’m
sure they’ll have a comeback. It’s not every day that you meet your soulmate! You
tried to play it off, but you heard her sigh.
You’re still going
right? She asked and you took in a quick breath. You wanted to go, but now
you had lost your partner in crime. Y/N!
You have to go! You love Bangtan! She stated the obvious. You rolled your
eyes. You did love BTS, they were just the perfect fluffy group of guys that
made your dreary world more vibrant with their music. You sighed again.
I don’t know. Concerts
alone are no fun. You murmured, but Reina was not having it.
You’re going. She
said sternly and you knew she would make you go, even if it meant her and
Prince Charming were going to follow you to the arena. You nodded.
Fine fine. You
mumbled and she giggled in the receiver.
As you got ready, you wondered why you were going alone.
Slipping on a simple gray tank crop top, ripped jeans, your Adidas shoes, and a
baseball cap, you looked like the most chill fan ever. As you walked into the
arena, you saw millions of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, and V t-shirts. You shook
your head as you clipped your simple Hobi pin to the waistline of your jeans
and walked in, handing the guard your ticket. As girls screamed and cried
around you, you sneakily took a swig from your flask. If I’m going alone, I am at least bringing a little liquid courage. You
mumbled to yourself as you took another gulp. The warmth of the alcohol seemed
to wash over you, as you heard the music start to play.
You had paid for front row tickets, so you sat with an empty
seat beside you, while fans pushed to get closer to the stage. As each of the
guys came out, you felt your eyes scan the stage for your bias.
J-Hope. You heard
Namjoon scream into the mic and your eyes widened as he ran onto stage. He
seemed to scan the crowd, then like magnets your eyes met.
You blinked a couple times because the world started to change
shades. The black and white scene that laid before you was now morphing into something
completely different. Bursts of colors you had never seen before seemed to
splash into view as your eyes blinked fervently.
What the fuck is going
on? You asked yourself as you looked up at the stage. The lights were
changing colors, it was all too much to really grasp.
Hobi? You heard
Jimin’s voice ring through the speakers and everyone seemed to go quiet as Hobi
blinked quickly. Hobi hyung, are you
okay? He whispered to his elder who grasped Jimin’s arm.
Uhm, I can see color. Hobi
murmured into Jimin’s ear and Jimin’s eyes went wide.
You saw your
soulmate?! He asked quickly and Hobi looked around the stadium.
I must have, but how
the fuck do I find her? He asked frantically while Jungkook and Namjoon
tried to distract from the scene.
Guys, we have a show,
we will figure this out later. Yoongi said as he ushered them back to their
places on stage. Hobi looked around the large arena, in complete awe at the
world he was now seeing. Various colors and a rainbow of lights graced the
stage as Hobi went through the routines and songs. He wanted to drink in the
sight, but he constantly skimmed the audience to see where his soulmate might
be, this was a sold out show, so finding you was going to be difficult.
You walked out of the arena, you head spinning from
everything new. You scrunched your eyes closed as you tried to calm your
breathing. Pulling out your phone, you dialed Reina.
Hello? Her voice
rang in the other end and you sighed.
Reina, I can see in
color. You murmured and heard her gasp.
Wait, you found your
soulmate at the concert?! What’s he like?! She asked and you shook your
I don’t know, I don’t
know who it is. You mumbled and she went silent. I was just looking at the stage as they announced the guys and then
boom! Everything changed. You explained and she took in a sharp inhale.
Y/N, you know what
this means right? She asked and you shook your head, trying to wrack your
brain of what she might be thinking.
“white people love distancing themselves from their whiteness so much”
today I watched a marathon of a British cooking show, for dinner I ate well-done seasoningless hamburgers drowned in ketchup with a side of mashed cauliflower, then I got in a pickup truck and drove through hicksville indiana to my trailer park house, along the way I sang along to rick astley and linkin park on the radio, all while I was wearing khakis, a lord of the rings shirt, and a motherfucking camoflauge adidas baseball cap
under what circumstances am I distancing myself from my whiteness? literally all of this I did subconsciously and didn’t realize until I read this comment on a reblog of one of my posts. my subconscious is so white I should probably put on sunglasses when I look in a mirror. it’s funny when people make assumptions about your intentions when all they know about you is a tumblr post they took entirely out of context.