p. much how i react to all children

Imagine Two: You See Colour For The First Time After Touching Your Soulmate

Nakta

“New drummer?” B-Joo repeated. The grin on his face was wide and giddy.

“Yeah, she’ll start working with us tomorrow.” P-Goon replied, smiling wide enough himself.

I watched them quietly from where I was offstage. They seemed to be a colourful bunch of people, which was ironic seeing that I was colour blind.

“You recommended her?” Nakta asked, to which their leader nodded. He couldn’t seem to stop himself from smiling so much, and I was a bit honoured.

“This is awesome!” B-Joo cried, now bouncing and rocking back and forth from heel to toe in a very excited manner. I almost laughed at how childlike he seemed.

“Can we meet her?” Sangdo voiced curiously. His face, unlike the others, had donned a hopeful smile.

“Sure. She’s over there,” P-Goon pointed in my direction, “or she should be, at least. But don–”

Before he could finish and I could react, they all had gathered in front of me, smiling excitedly. I chuckled.

Much more of children than I thought.

“Hi, great to have a new addition. I’m Sangdo.” He was the first to greet me upon arrival. His eyes looked over me quickly, letting himself take in my clothing, slender frame, and hair, which was pulled back from my face in a messy ponytail.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” I replied, returning his friendly smile.

“How long have you been playing?” Nakta wondered, smiling warmly and patiently.

“Five or six years.”

“Wow! I’m B-Joo!”

“I’m Hojoon, welcome to the team!”

“I’m Hansol.”

“I’m A-Tom.”

By the end of the introductions, I was smiling at the nine members and quietly giggling to myself. It was going to be interesting working with them, I was sure of that.

“Can we see you play something?” B-Joo nearly begged, back to bouncing and rocking.

“Uh, yeah, sure! Just something on the spot or…?”

“Yeah!”

I shrugged, sat down, thought for a moment, and then prepared to impress them.

I started at my normal speed, my reflexes challenging the speed of lightning strikes. As they started at me, I began to move faster to impress. Eventually, I was beginning to get a little dizzy and disoriented from how heavily I was breathing and how fast my reflexes were being tested.

I finished off quickly and took a minute to catch my breath.

“Wow!” B-Joo screamed as they all stood in awe and cheered. I felt myself blushing, having never been complimented so much before.

“That was amazing! You’re amazing!” Hansol exclaimed. He smiled brightly at me.

“Thanks.” I replied, trying to stop panting so I could talk to them with less effort.

I tried to stand so we could walk and talk as I went to grab my other sticked. But after my first few steps, my legs gave out and I stumbled forward.

Dammit… I shouldn’t’ve pushed myself. Only creates more problems.

I was ready to hit the floor when arms, large and strong, caught me and brought me back up. It was Nakta.

“You okay?” Various voices asked, Nakta specifically.

“Yeah. Thanks.” I answered, feeling myself blush.

I was helped to my feet, and everything seemed normal at first. Then I noticed something off and froze.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again, chuckling a little. I shook my head to clear it and keep myself focused.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay.” I said.

Nakta froze suddenly, caught in a stare at my equipment bag.

“What?” P-Goon asked.

“The bag… it’s not black.” He murmured. Soon, everyone was frozen in confusion. I nodded.

“Your hair is in colour, too.” I responded. He whirled around to look at me with so much confusion I almost felt as though I’d said something wrong.

“Look it up, look it up!” B-Joo advised.

I pulled out my phone.

“Is everything in colour?” Hansol asked curiously, standing beside me.

“No, only a few things. Your hair is a kind of silvery white, but your roots are starting to go brown.” I replied and gestured to my own roots. His eyes widened and his eyebrows raised.

I looked up what to do when you began to see colours. An article popped up.

“I found something.” I announced. Everyone stared at me anxiously.

“What’s it say?” Nakta asked.

“Um… something, something. Oh! “Many scientists believe that when you and your soulmate touch, you begin to see in colour.” So…” We looked at each other. The guys began to laugh and cheer.

“We’re soulmates?”

“I guess so.” We smiled.

Hansol

I’d known the guys for some months, maybe five or six, after a chance meeting with A-Tom. Since then, they’d quickly accepted me like I was their old friend. We hung out so often it was as if we lived with each other.

“Aish, Y/N, could you be any worse at this?” B-Joo exclaimed one day as we played a new video game he’d been pining after for weeks until Hansol got ahold of a copy for him.

“Cut me some slack, yeah? There’s no other games with these mechanics! It’s confusing!” I retorted. I didn’t dare try to knock into him, however, because I knew the consequences.

We lost quite brutally, to which B-Joo screamed and complained for a few minutes. After, he stood up and set the controller down.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“‘M hungry.” He replied.

Hansol walked in as I set my controller down as well.

“You’re done? That didn’t take long.” He noted.

“She’s worse than Jenissi-hyung!” B-Joo whined, shooting me a look that made me giggle.

“Wow.” Hansol hummed.

“The mechanics!” I blamed, pointing uselessly at the controller. They laughed.

“Wanna come to the studio with me?” Hansol offered, flashing a little smile.

“Oh, y-yeah, sure. I’ll go.”

At the studio, only P-Goon and Hojoon were nearby, doing something with someone. I’d forgotten.

Hansol led me to an empty practice studio. As I always did when I came with, I set up the music and watched him as he let his body fall in sync with the music. He never failed to impress, that was certain.

Whenever he caught my eye, he smiled and blushed a little. Then he’d duck away and continue, again losing himself in the music.

Ultimately, the song ended. When Hansol stopped, he was breathing heavily from the moves he pulled off.

“How’d I do?” He asked, grinning widely.

“Perfect as always.”

“You try.”

I looked up at him and sighed.

“Do I have to?” I whined playfully.

“Yeah, go! You know it all!”

I begrudgingly stood.

“Not all of it, but whatever.”

He laughed as I rolled my eyes at him and smirked. Then he restarted the music and I copied all the moves he performed before. From memory, I could remember every step, arm swing, hip swivel, etc. well into the middle of the song.

Hansol continued to laugh while his eyes followed me closely.

As I hoped, everything went right until I ran out of the moves I had memorized.

“I forgot everything past this part.” I admitted shamelessly as I stopped dancing and stood to catch my breath for a moment. He stood up, looking a bit smug, and walked over.

“What’s with that look, eh?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He lied back.

He stood next to me and proceeded to repeat the moves. While it was hardly a complicated move that was brought up throughout a majority of the rest of the song, I couldn’t move my hips right.

Hansol noticed and stopped.

“Here.” He offered, walking over and standing behind me. It felt weird for two reasons when he put his hands on my hips to guide me in how to move. First, he’d never touched me prior to now, so it just felt off. Second, I felt my whole body surge with energy. My heart began to beat hard.

I stopped and locked my hips into place.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Hansol asked gently, taking his hands off.

“U-Um… nothing.” I said. I decided it was probably just the feeling of being touched by him.

I turned and almost instantly froze.

“What?” He asked again, sounding more panicked.

“Y-Your hair. It’s blonde.” I whispered and walked to him. As I did, he went rigid, too.

“Your sweatshirt!” He cried.

“What?”

“It’s green!”

Excitedly, I looked down at myself to catch at least a glimpse. But when I took a glance at my sweatshirt, it was still a shade of the grayscale.

“No, it’s not.” I sighed.

“Yes! I see it!” Hansol insisted.

“How come you can see it and I can’t, then?”

“Maybe you’ll see it soon! I don’t see blonde hair!”

I pondered for a moment.

“Oh! M-My parents told me about this!” I pointed out suddenly.

“Hmm?” He hummed, now very intrigued.

“When my parents first touched, they began to see colour! Apparently, when you and your soulmate touch, you no longer see in black and white.”

He stared wide eyed at me, his mouth gaping.

“Huh.” I smiled and laughed as he continued to give me that look until my sides hurt.

B-Joo

“Come on, Y/N, help me please?” A-Tom begged, jumping up and down in his seat next to me on the couch. I sighed, realizing there was no was I could win.

“What are we doing this time?” I asked.

“The oreos with wax paper and toothpaste. The mac and cheese one…”

We finished setting up all the pranks, including flipping the couch upside down, and sat and waited for the others to come back from practice.

“How much are you willing to be on B-Joo getting to the oreos first?” I asked.

“Ten thousand.” He answered, giggling.

I began to laugh.

At that moment, the lock on the door clicked and it swung open. The others came bounding in.

POP! POP! POP!

The bubble wrap we’d placed worked just as we’d hoped. Hansol jumped and started to laugh.

“I hate you guys so much…” P-Goon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. We just continued to laugh, eventually hanging onto each other to keep from collapsing.

“Is that all you have?” Xero asked as he brushed the hair from his eyes and watched where he stepped to avoid the mass amount of bubble wrap.

“Yeah, just about.” A-Tom lied, shrugging.

“Wow, oreos!” B-Joo shouted. He dashed off to grab one.

“You owe me.” I whispered to him, and we followed him.

B-Joo picked one of the oreos up and eagerly popped it in his mouth. We watched closely to see which one he’d gotten.

“Aish, what’s this?” He complained after a moment. He reached into his mouth and pulled out a dirty sheet of wax paper. A-Tom and I burst into giggles.

“Really? The oreos, too?” He shouted. We laughed harder.

“C’mon, not the oreos! I wanted one!” Hansol cried, now also upset.

B-Joo sulked away, looking very distraught that he didn’t get to have any real oreos. My smile lessened as I watched him disappear into his room.

I’d always liked B-Joo and hanging around with him. We always played video games together and went on crazy trips around the city whenever we were bored. The time didn’t matter. Ever since I met him as a trainee, I’d grown close to him.

I walked away to pop into his room.

“I have another tray of ones we didn’t tamper with if you want one.” I said. He looked at me skeptically.

“Are you lying?” He asked. I shook my head and laughed when his face lit up. He stood and darted past me to find them. I giggled and went after him as he searched for them.

“Where are they?” He asked curiously, looking through the cupboards. I pointed to the last one. He opened it excitedly and ripped the package down from the top shelf.

A-Tom came up next to me.

“Why’d you give him the good pack?” He whispered.

“‘Cause I’m bad at being mean.” I joked, looking up at him.

“Thanks, Y/N!” B-Joo exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. I laughed and struggled to breathe, but I didn’t mind much.

When we released, I noticed something off about him.

“What? What is it?” He noticed.

“Your, uh… your shirt. I-It’s not gray anymore. It’s… pink, I think?”

“You’re crazy.”

“No! I’ve read about this! After you and your soulmate touch, you see colour!”

We froze and looked at each other. A-Tom burst into laughter.

“Congratulations!” He giggled as B-Joo began to blush madly.

“Well… this is interesting.” I said, feeling a blush creep into my own cheeks.