if i was your stylist


If there is one thing Boyang unequivocally and undeniably smokes the rest of the competition in, it’s his banquet suit and fashion game 👀🔥🔥🔥 (sources: X, X, X)

Yoongi x Stylist!Reader

Min Yoongi Smut



(This imagine is complete filth, read at your own risk, enjoy anon!)

People bustled around busily, readying outfits and makeup and hair products as the boys hurried backstage. The beginning of the concert was quickly approaching, and the boys had to be as presentable as can be in the short amount of time you had left. You hurriedly fixed Jungkook’s hair, shooing him out of your seat before looking to see who’s left.

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Too Blind to See

Josh Dun x Reader. Requested: Yes. Word Count: 1,678. Josh Dun and you break up, but six months later your friend tries to set you up on a blind date with him.

A/N: sorry if this is a little off the beaten path of what you wanted. I’m a little rusty as I am getting back into writing. 

You scrolled through your twitter timeline only to see another tweet about Josh and Tyler. No matter what you did to avoid him, it’s like he was everywhere. Don’t get it wrong, you were proud of the band, you really were. They had just won a Grammy and you knew how hard they had worked for it and how much they deserved to be recognized on this scale. But his face was everywhere and his name was always coming up in conversation. You couldn’t go on social media without seeing that tousled mess of yellow hair and that bright smile. Whenever you were at a party, someone always seemed to mention “the drummer from Twenty One Pilots.” Sometimes you rolled over in the morning and almost expected him to still be there, lying next to you and kissing your forehead. But the last morning you had like that was a six month old memory. Josh had broken up with you, and you remember that night clear as day.

“Josh. I’m trying here. I just won’t be able to come see you on tour this time. I know we were planning for me to visit at some point but my hands are tied. I can’t get out of this hole I’m in at work.”
You stood in front of Josh, desperately trying to explain to him that you couldn’t come visit him on tour this month. It was the night before he was supposed to leave and bad news had just been dropped in your lap by your boss. He sat you down at work and firmly told you that you “could not afford anymore vacation days this quarter.” He made it clear that the company’s success was dependent on having all hands on deck for the next month or so. You had just recently taken some vacation days to go visit your best friends from high school anyway, so he emphasized how your presence at work was needed. “Just please be here this month,” your boss begged. It sounded like a question, but you knew it was a demand. Josh just stood there and shook his head. “Y/N I feel like you just can’t make time for us anymore. You know I can’t go a whole month without seeing you. I can’t have this relationship be standing on a foundation of a few quick texts a day. I need YOU.” All you could do was ball your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut. You worked so hard at your job and all of a sudden your boss restrained you from taking a few days off. You had urged him as best as you could to let you work while on the road. It would just be 5 days, you would bring your laptop and all the papers that you needed to look over, and you could make calls. Heck, you would pay for a whole other months worth of cell service if that’s what it required, but he refused. So now Josh was furious and there was nothing you could do. “Josh. I promise I will call every day. I really care about us, you know that. I really want to make this work.”
Josh’s face twisted slightly with anger. “Really Y/N? Because if you really wanted to make it work, you wouldn’t have used up all of your other vacation days on going back home to see your old friends instead of saving them for tour.”
“How dare you criticize my priorities? If I want to go every once in a while to see my friends back home , that’s not for you to judge!”
Josh’s fist came down on the counter top with a thud. “Jesus, Y/N! I come back here to see you more than I go back to Columbus to see my own family! You don’t know how hard my job is too.”
And then you said something you forever will regret. Through gritted teeth you spat, “Oh I’m sure it is Joshua. Playing music in front of thousands of adoring fans seems really damn tough to do.” Your mouth snapped shut as soon as you realized what you had said. Josh looked hurt, but definitely more angry than hurt. “I’m sorry my needing you is so inconvenient. Call me when you get your priorities straight,” he mumbled and stormed out of the door.

Long story short: you never called, and he never came back through your door. It seemed stupid now, the reason you broke up, but you felt insulted by Josh’s anger about a situation you could not control, and he felt hurt by what you said… especially because you knew he still got anxious about performing. After the past 6 months of ongoing heartbreak, you just wanted to start fresh again. You wished you could start dating again without meeting some guy at a bar or a club. That scene was never really your favorite atmosphere for meeting new people.

“C'mon Y/N, how about a blind date?” Your hair stylist asked as you sat down her chair. At first you rolled your eyes at the idea. Blind dates seemed like a rather desperate attempt to you. Your hair stylist, and confidant of two years, sensed your uneasy feeling. “Relax Y/N. It’s not as nerve racking as you would think. Just think of it as setting high standards for who you go on a date with… that you like your men to come recommended and thought highly of. I could set you up.” You glanced at her through the mirror and sighed. “Okay, okay. I’m putting my trust in you on this one. Don’t let me down.”

— Time Skip —

As the clock ticked closer to the time of your dinner, you felt the nauseous feeling in your stomach grow more intense. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea to have your hair stylist set you up with someone. Even though, she told you he was “a super cute sweetheart with a charming smile” and set the date at one of your favorite Mexican restaurants. You adjusted your hair in your car mirror and sighed. Josh and you had always loved this restaurant… that is, when you convinced him to go somewhere nicer than Taco Bell. You contemplated pulling away from your parking spot and driving home. You could say you got sick at the last minute and reschedule, but it was already 6:30 and the little voice in your head was forcing you to leave the safety of your car. You owe this to yourself to try. You owe it to yourself to give love a second chance.

Your phone buzzed. It was your hair stylist: 

 Hey girlie! I told him to sit at the last booth by the far window. Have fun ;)

You opened the door of the restaurant and gazed down the rows of booths and tables for two. That’s when your eyes landed on an all too familiar mess of yellow hair. “Josh?”

Oh no. You didn’t even realize you said that out loud. He immediately recognized your voice and his head whipped around. “Y/N?“ 

Suddenly everything made sense. As your eyes met Josh’s, you swore you could see it all click in his mind as well. The yellow hair. Your hair stylist. She knew Josh. She had helped him re-dye his hair yellow. She had always loved you two together, so when she saw you both were missing each other as much as you did, she tried to set you up on what was supposed to be a “blind date.”

Josh shyly waved you over. “Come sit, Y/N. It’s been a while.” Your legs started to shake as you walked over to his booth and sat down across from him. “Josh, I didn’t know she would… ya know… us… together…” He looked up at you and bit his lip. “I didn’t either… but I may have mentioned a few times that I’ve uh- I’ve- umm… missed you.” He scratched his head and tapped his fingers on the table out of nervous habit. Oh how you wished you could just reach over and grab his hand and calm his anxiety. Truth is, you still wished you were with Josh, but you were at a loss for words. Your silence made him regret his prior confession, so he quickly changed the topic. “So… you wanted to start dating again?” he questioned.

“Well didn’t you want to start dating again? I mean… I suppose you expected to see a stranger here as well.”

He leaned back and his seat and shut his eyes. He squeezed them shut and shook his head just like you did the night you broke up, but not angry this time. He looked focused, like he was formulating immensely important words to say.



“No Y/N. There has always been a part of me that hoped we would cross paths again, just like this, like something out of a movie. I guess going on a date was me trying to distract myself. But it’s you. It’s always been you.”

You were shocked. Stunned beyond words. Josh still loved you too.

“I’m sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way, I- I mean I know it was me that walked out that night, but that fight was so stupid. I should’ve just come back to you. I shouldn’t have left in the first place. I regret it all the time I-”

You took his hands in yours from across the table and jumped to interrupt him. “No. Joshua. I’m so sorry for that night too. I think I always knew you’d find me again. You always do.” That signature smile of his crept onto his lips. “Well then. Is this a date?” You giggled at his gesture and nodded your head. “Yeah. I guess so. We can take this slow again though Josh. I don’t want you to rush into this and bite off more than you can chew.”

Josh opened the menu and scanned the options. “Don’t worry. I chew a lot.”


Mayday || Jinyoung

Originally posted by jackseunie

Reader (you) x Jinyoung

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: mention of abuse


two years later

“Good afternoon, America!” I heard from the TV that was being played in the dressing room. Looking ahead of me, I watched the screen through the reflection of the mirror while I was being pampered for the shoot. For a year, I’ve lived in Los Angeles and pursued the dream that I’ve always wanted. I worked hard and eventually became one of the most demanded models for top brands and magazines. Not to mention that I received an undying love of fans from all around the world. I’d never imagined that becoming famous would be both rewarding but also frustrating. Rumors, paps, and stalkers were the downside of becoming well known. However, I’ve learned to deal with it from the past that I’ve experienced.

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Idol: Jeon Jungkook

Word count: 1,774

Genre: Angst…?(idk you tell me)

Request:  Can I get first angst and then it turns into fluff scenario with jungkook (BTS) (I really really like school scenarios or when you are working with then or like he is an idol and you’re fan) 💕❤

A/N: I don’t know if you  could tell…. but i got a little too carried away. But i hope you like it! and sorry if there are any typos, its like 2 in the morning and i was too lazy to re-read everything.

Jeon Jungkook, the most popular guy in school, every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him, even the teachers loved him. With his jet black hair and breath taking smile. He can sing, dance, and rap, what the hell can’t he do, he was perfect, not to mention that he was a mastermind with the ladies. Everyone loved him.






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Chardonnay [M]

Anonymous said: Perfect ! So~ for your first writing I could propose you this scenario : You work on bts staff and once you have dinner together in a restaurent (staff and bangtan ) you are sitting next to Yoongi and he begins to fingering under the table with everybody around you Hope it’s ok ;)

Warnings: SMUTTY, alcohol use, language

Originally posted by mn-yg

You let out a deep breath as you took your seat at the large dinner table.  The staff and all of BTS were out celebrating their success on their latest album.  Normally you wouldn’t feel so bad, you were used to being around them, for god’s sake you were even used to touching them.  You were doing at least 3 of their hair every other day. 

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Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Prompt: Prequel to the previous imagine, including Steve finding some private photos of you...

Warnings: Not too many. Just a few mentions of sensual subjects, and some heckin fluff.


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Timed Prompt (10 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin is Kyungsoo’s hair stylist.

Jongin runs his palm through Kyungsoo’s bang, “You’re washing it every night, right?” he asks the shorter male and in response gains a smile.

“Yes,” Kyungsoo sighs when he feels Jongin comb his hand through his damp locks, “If I didn’t, you could tell.” he continues as he maneuvers to the main chair. 

Jongin snickers. “Of course, you are my favorite customer after all.” he drapes the cloth around Kyungsoo’s neck before turning his chair around to face the mirror. 

“Am I really? What about that lanky guy–what’s his name? Chanyeur?” Kyungsoo’s face scrunches as he searches his memories for a name. Jongin chuckles at his concentrated brows.

“It’s Chanyeol, and hell no, I can’t stand him. He’s horrible, and far too tall.”

“Then, you’re my favorite hair stylist,” he nods as much as Jongin would allow.

“Aren’t I your only hair stylist?”

“Your point?” Kyungsoo smiles into the mirror and Jongin meets his gaze in the reflection with his tongue in his cheek.

He clears his throat before speaking, “So what style did you want to try this time?” he asks, readying the blow dryer.

“Something sexy, but subtle. Yet bold and daring.” Jongin stops the rush of hot air and purses his lips.

“You’re so contradictory,” 

Kyungsoo shrugs. “Only because I know you can handle it.”

“How are you so sure?”

“Because you’re perfect.” he slips, his eyes widening identical to Jongin’s surprise on his face. Kyungsoo scrambles for his next words, “I mean, you’re perfect at your job.” he laughs nervously.

“I see.” Jongin flips the switch on the dryer and begins drying his hair. Kyungsoo tilts his head down, gnawing on his bottom lip. Dammit, why couldn’t he speak his mind? “I think you’re perfect as well,” Jongin mentions under the harsh sounds of the dryer. 

“You say something?” Kyungsoo looks into the mirror expectantly, wishing for Jongin to repeat himself. 

“No, nothing.” there’s hesitation in his hands moving in Kyungsoo’s hair, and the shorter can sense his uneasiness. Kyungsoo sighs, this has gone on for far too long, and it’s about time to come clean. 

“Jongin– I–”

“I like you Kyungsoo.” the other blurts, and Kyungsoo pauses…

You’re stunning Kim Namjoon

Hey Sweetis🦄 I love when I see the request are open again😂😍so if its possible could u do a scenario with RM where he is on Tour with the boys and u surprise him (u are also a Idol) with alot of skinship and some jokes from the members🤔😂if its also possible before the show in the show and after the show in one scenario if u have problem to understand what i wrote u know where u can find me💕THANK U SOOOO MUCH FOR UR HARD WORK DONT OVERWORK TOO MUCH AND I’m really sorry for so many request💕


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Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

It has been almost two months since you last saw him, Namjoon was on a world wide tour and you were really proud of him, but t the same time you missed him like crazy.
You were even having a comeback so you couldn’t even properly talk to him like you wanted to.
Luckily after 2 months that seemed an eternity to the both of you, your manager agreed to let you go to Singapore with the other members to attend at the concert.

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Random Drabble #4: The Coworker

Originally posted by cuteguk

Title: The Coworker

Random Matchup: Jungkook | Your Coworker 

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Fluff and Fluff.

A/N: Dude, like why is this just so adorable to me. I can’t -insert crying emoji here- haha. Enjoy this one. 

Send me two numbers between 1 and 26 and I will make a drabble from it. 

“Alright let’s start this meeting,” said your boss as he looked over all his lower supervisors. “We have a bunch of newbies coming in today, make sure they don’t screw up or it’s your ass on the line got it. We don’t have time for fun and games if they screw up, send them packing. No ifs, ands, or buts. Are we clear?”

A low rumble echoed through the conference room as people stood up and headed for the door. You following them, before you boss called your name, “Ah, Y/n come here for a moment.” You closed your eyes worried you did something wrong as you turn and face him.

“Yes, sir what seems to be the problem?” you say politely as you walk over to where he is sitting at the head of the conference table, his face curled into a smile as he looked you up and down, “You have a very special newbie today. He is the son of a friend of mine, I would treat him well if I were you. I don’t want to hear any bad things from him or his father, understand.”

You nodded quickly, trying to hide the sudden nervousness that was churning in the pit of your stomach. “Yes sir, I will do my best to make sure he is taken care of.” He nodded and waved you from the room.

As you walked out, you glanced at your watch realising it was time for you to meet your new employee. Cringing when you remembered what your boss had said. He was his friend’s son, and if you didn’t treat him the best possible, your boss would probably fire you.

You walked to the waiting area where you spoke to the secretary, grabbing all the needed paperwork, looking down at his resume. It was actually quite impressive, plenty of experience in your field, thank god. Looking up at the name you called it out, “Jeon Jungkook?” Quietly a man in a black dress shirt stood up, his jacket placed on his arm as he smiled at you.

What your boss failed to tell you was how young he looked. He had black hair that was slicked back, his brown chocolate eyes, staring directly into yours. You could tell he worked out by the muscles peeking out from his long shirt, and he was fairly tall compared to you as well.

“Hello, I am Jeon Jungkook, you must be Ms Y/N. My father said your boss gave me the best of the best. Is that true?” He said as he held out his hand.

You shook his hand, “Nice to meet you, Mr Jeon. As far as being the best I would say that;s exaggerating a bit, but I won’t deny that I work hard either,” you say with a friendly smile.

He chuckles. “Ah, modest, a nice asset to have. You really must be good at your job then.”

You blush a little and turn toward the door, “Follow me, I will show you to your new office.”

“Thank you.” He smiles at you as he steps in front of you, opening the door for you, catching you off guard.

Months had passed and Mr Jeon was settling in well, he became the most popular person in the office, something you never could be. You were never that social, and when you got promoted a lot of people were surprised that the quiet worker made it up higher then them, because of this a lot of people envied you and hated you for it, but you didn’t mind.

Somehow though, he always stopped by your office to talk to you, even if it was a simple hello, he always made it his goal to get you to smile.

Today, you were hunched over your computer squinting at it as you tried to read an email. Your brows scrunched together as you signed leaning back and closing your eyes, rubbing your temples in annoyance. One of the files you had sent over to another department had disappeared which meant you had to stay late to rewrite it and make sure it got sent over by morning.

“Bad day huh?”

You jumped slightly as you opened your eyes to see him sit down on the side of your desk, a smile slowly spreading across your face as he saw you jump. “Well Mr Jeon, I guess you could say that. One of the files I sent over has vanished, I am going to have to stay late to redo it, same old problems right?” you said as you let a small smile cross your face, trying to look as happy as you possibly could.

“You can call me Jungkook, how many times have we gone over this?” he chuckled before continuing, “If you need to I can stay tonight, I have nothing planned.” He shrugged and stood up, walking around to stand behind you as he looked at the email talking about the missing file. “Yeah I will stay for sure, you will be here all night if you don’t have me help you.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, it’s okay. I can handle it. Thank you though,” you say as you close your email. “It won’t take me too long, I have done this plenty of times before it’s no biggy. Don’t you have a bar night planned with the rest of our coworkers anyways?”

He shrugged, “Well, yeah I do, but you need help and I would rather stay here with you then go out and get drunk with a bunch of people who like to gossip about everyone else at work,”  he said as he leans over, placing his one hand on the mouse and bringing up the email again, his other arm resting on the opposite side of you, pinning you in between his arms, trapping you.

A deep blush crossed your cheeks as you felt the warmth of his almost embrace around you. The smell of his musky cologne filling your nose, making you intoxicated. You bit your lip as you watched him as he reread the email, mumbling as he read it out loud. “Don’t you like gossiping about them?”

He chuckled as he looked down at you, “Not when they are talking about you, which is all they seem to do nowadays.” He shook his head as he closed out of the email and stood back up. “It’s always about you, and I don’t understand why. You work hard and do everything you can to save their asses, but yet they still talk so badly about you behind your back. I just don’t understand it. You are such a sweet, kind, and beautiful person. It makes me angry to hear them talking about you like that.”

He looks at the blush that crosses your face and chuckles as you look down at your lap, playing with your hands as you spoke. “Yeah, it’s always been like that. I guess it’s because I don’t socialise a lot. I prefer to just do my job and go home, I don’t feel the need to socialise, I can do that with my friends. I am here to work.”

He nods, “I know, I have seen. Anywho, I will see you once everyone leaves, if you want I can grab some food and come back and we can work on it together.”

“Sure, if you are that determined to stay and work on this file with me, I won’t stop you.”

“Good because I want to.” He smirks as he walks to the door, nodding goodbye as he leaves.

“Andddd done!” he says enthusiastically as he looks at the clock, “And we got done in record time!”

Leaning back against your office chair you let out a sigh or relief, you were grateful he stayed with you because you would have been here for at least three more hours if he hadn’t kept his word. “Thank you, Mr Jeon, er I mean Jungkook for staying and working on this with me, I owe you.”

A smirk spread across his face as he closed his computer and stood up stretching. “If you owe me can I ask for something now?”

You looked up at him shocked, “Uh, sure I guess so”

He smiled as he came over next to you and leant on the desk, his face inching closer to you. “Join me at my father’s party tomorrow, I will pay for the dress and everything. Please?”

Your eyes bugged out and you rolled back in your chair. “I, you realise I didn’t expect you to say something like that! I can’t that would be against…”

He chuckled and placed his finger on your lips, stopping your movement and words instantly as you looked at him still shocked. “I want you to, and I already asked my father and our boss, they both agreed it was fine. I really want you there. Please, y/n. For once, take a step back and let someone else do the work.”

You sighed realising you weren’t getting no for an answer and nodded quickly. A slight smile spreading across your face.

“Good, You have the day off tomorrow, and I have a stylist coming to your apartment to help you pick a dress and get you ready for tomorrow night. I will take care of work here. Don’t worry.”

Blushing you nodded, he laughed and placed his hand on your cheek. “I never realised how much one person could possible blush, you really are beautiful.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, “Jungkook…Why are you…”

His hand traces down your face to your chin and lifts it up. “Isn’t it obvious, I like you. I think you are beautiful and cute and I want to take you out to get to know you better.”

Opening your eyes you see him smiling at you. “Yo- you like me!?”

He chuckled, “Still so modest, you really are cute y/n,” he said as he leans over inches from your forehead. “May I?” he whispers.

Your breathing hitches as you nod, his lips brushing your forehead before pressing against it in a small kiss as he pulls away.

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine,” he says calmly as he walks toward the door. “We should head home it’s late.”

Nodding, still in a daze, you stand up, grab your things and head for the door with him as he grabs his jacket.

As you are walking toward the exit together you look down at his hands and then back up at him. Slowly you brush them up against his and he grabs on to them immediately.

The both of you, walked hand in hand together out of the office, smiles plastered across both of your faces.


@-happytbh-  TY

DK soulmate AU

Yellow. The one color you couldn’t see. Everyone said it was at least. You’d never seen it before and you weren’t sure if you ever would. While most of your friends had found their soulmates, you sat alone, focusing on your work.

“It’s bound to happen.” They’d say. Of course it is, but when? You decided years ago not to even think about your soulmate anymore, but when you can’t see a color, you’re constantly reminded about it. Every time you go outside you see it, well the lack of it. You would look around and see grey, and remember you were alone. Then, you’d bury yourself deeper into your work, quickly becoming a very successful PD.

You often met many kinds of people, idols mostly. They didn’t pay much attention to you though, it’s not like you were an MC. But you didn’t mind, you liked your work and you liked that it distracted you from the fact that you were soulmate-less.

Often times, your friends would invite you out to eat with them, but you’d decline, knowing they’d bring their partners. Most people knew you didn’t have one. Most.

There was an incident. You, as the PD, get asked a lot of questions, so you are used to answering. You just wanted to get your lunch. That’s all you wanted. To eat and get to work. But when the stylists for the oncoming guests stopped you, you of course, accepted their offer to give your opinion.

“So what do you think? Is the yellow too bright in contrast with the other shirts? Or do you think it’ll go well?” You cringed at that word. Yellow. You stared at the garment and cringed again, sighing deeply. “I don’t know.” The stylists nudged your shoulder,”Come on, (Y/N)-PD, I know it’s not our thing but we really need an outsider’s opinion.” You pushed the garment away and shook your head, “I said I don’t know.” They once again nudged you and you snapped, “I don’t know! I can’t see it! I can’t see yellow, so stop asking me!”
Everyone in the building heard you, and you felt their stares on your back. The stylists apologized, while practically crying, for outing you on being alone. You pushed away from them and grabbed your lunch, heading outside.

So now, everyone knew. They knew you were alone, that you couldn’t see it. Yellow. You hated it. That stupid color that reminded you constantly that you were alone. But again, you buried yourself deeper in your work.

You focused solely on planning for your next show. Making mini games and prizes. “Why the hell are there so many of them? How am I supposed to supply prizes if they win? The budget won’t like it.” You sighed as you continued to think about it. You decided to put them on teams, that way you’d only have to give some of them prizes.

When you arrived on set, you saw hardly no one was there. You sighed in relief and put your headphones in, beginning to gather the props and prizes before the idols or staff arrived. You picked up the squeaky hammer and sighed as you stared at the handle. Grey. Your second most hated color. You shook your head and set it down, walking to your props table for more.

“Oh I love these!” You heard someone say before you heard the squeak of the hammer. You quickly turned around and faced the person with it. “Please don’t touch the props.” You said staring at the tall idol. “You must be from Seventeen, correct? Your dressing room is down the hall, and so is the waiting room, please get dressed.” He nodded and handed you the hammer, and you stared at the handle.

“Wait. What-what color is this?”

He turned around and spoke, “Yellow?” You nodded and stared at it. “Don’t tell me…Did you just find your soulmate?” You looked up and nodded, “WAIT, who is it?” You thought back to five minutes before and felt shock fall upon you.

“I-I don’t know.”

“We have to figure it out! Come on—” You watched as he turned and stepped out onto a little scooter you had set down. He fell, and you went after him. “I did not see that there.”

“How did you not it’s bright blue?”

“That might be why. I can’t see blue, this,” he said picking the scooter up, “is grey to me-e-e-OH MY GOD ITS NOT GREY.” He stared at the scooter and then at you, “I CAN SEE IT. IS THIS BLUE?!”

You nodded smiling as you helped him up. “Well now we have two soulmates to find. Mine and yours.” You both began to walk and then it hit you. Both of you.


“Hold up,”

“Are you?”

“My soulmate?”

You both spoke, finishing each other’s sentences. Then, you both jumped back, covering your mouths. Then, you pointed a finger. He stared at you, and you at him. A wide smile spread across his face and he lept forward, hugging you and jumping up and down. You joined him, and soon you were both screaming.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?” You screamed, and he stopped jumping, “About as long as I’ve waited for you, I presume. Oh yeah, I’m Seokmin.”

“(Y/N). It’s nice to finally meet you, soulmate.”