Sorry I haven’t wrote in a while, I have a bunch of stuff up my sleeve! :)
What is your favorite color? A question that is asked for every ice breaker, when asking about a present, or getting to know a person. Yellow: like a sunflower, blue: like the sky at night, green: like the forest. Yet, you were cursed with the image of only black and white. Like old tv shows that your grandparents would show you when you were little, or when you would be forced to watch old documentaries in school - the kids would complain about it not being colorized while you remained unfazed.
Maybe this was why you wanted to start up art. To make others understand your point of view without words. You were able to communicate to others your feelings of guilt and sadness, of happiness and sorrows. From a young age you started to use art as a coping mechanism to battle against hardships of school and past friendships.
That is what led you to today. Your thesis for your last year of college. As an aspiring artists, you needed something to get yourself out and in the public eye. Although everyone has their own type of way to communicate with their destined other, you felt singled out and wanted to use such to your advantage. So, as such you were going to tell a story through your pictures by using the black and white filter and end it in color: telling your story. Almost.
"This sucks," you muttered under your breath. The rain pounded down on you as you ran down the sidewalk. Your hair was soaked and wild as you finally bounded up the steps and threw open the double doors to the Arts building and ran inside. There were clusters of people outside the auditorium who gave you weird looks when you ran your hand through your hair.
"Y/N!" In your friend group, you were known as the more reserved and quiet in some situations, but then the next you were not giving a shit if others cared and lived for yourself. However, your friend - Dahyun - was always so upbeat in every situation, it brought you no surprise when her voice started screeching throughout the hall. "Hey, we need you right now sooo..." Dahyun scrunched her nose in a smile and grabbed your arm and started to drag you further into the building.
You smiled widely. Your shoes squeaked against the flooring and continued to do so as Dahyun threw open the door to the auditorium and dragged you inside.
When Dahuyn finally let go of your hand, you stood in the middle of the center row on ground floor. She quickly swept in for a kiss on your cheek and bounded off towards the stage to get ready.
The story you decided to settle on was the focus on the "simple things in life". You wanted to capture emotions that everyone goes through in their life, daily occurrences. And because you needed to take some pictures still, Dahyun begged you to snap some shots of her and her friends while they did their dress rehearsal of The Firebird.
The lights slowly went down and you settled yourself in and waited for the show to start. You held the camera up and captured the dancers as they lept across the stage. Everyone looked so perfect as they danced with emotion and grace. Dahyun entered on the stage and smiled widely, her energy was contagious and you felt her smile was directed at you. Your camera shuttered multiple times as she performed.
You smiled at the scene of the show as the emotions poured out of all the actors on the stage. Then entered a boy who leaped onto stage and gave a bright smile. Your camera gravitated to him almost like magic. He was nothing shy from perfect, he bound across the stage towards Dahyun and picked her up with ease.
You pressed the button on your camera like a mad-man, trying to catch every shot of what was happening. He set her down and turned towards the audience. You moved your camera away from your face to try and see him better. All of a sudden, your surrounding shifted into bright lights. Everything was bright and colorful. You could see the colors of the stage and the people when you looked at the boy who was still turned towards you.
He stood like you, unmoving. You both stood, staring at each other in shock. The colors surrounding him were glorious, the shiny material covered him and the others, the bright lights shone down on the stage. Suddenly, as quickly as they came, the colors were gone when he turned away and ran off the stage.
Your whole body still remained frozen to the same spot. You couldn't force yourself to move. Your camera hung limp in your hand and mouth slack.
You couldn't believe it though. You finally found your soulmate. Year, years you have been searching for this moment. But now that it arrived you didn't know how to react. Without thinking, you set your camera down and walked out of the theater into the now empty hallway.
This can't be happening. You didn't know why you were freaking out, all this time you were dreaming of this moment, to finally see colors. Now that you have seen what it is like you were just freaked out.
"Hey," You head snapped to the sound of the voice. There stood a boy in glittery clothing, and when you finally met his eyes you saw the colors that you have been missing. The dark material suited him perfectly. "are you?" His voice trailed off.
"I think so." Your voice was meek. "I can see colors. I mean- I couldn't before and now I can and I- it is really..."
"Breath-taking?" He finished.
"Yeah, it really is." The boy stepped closer to you. Your breath caught in your throat as he finally reached you. He extended his arm to reach your face, and you let him. His fingers graced your skin of your cheek, leaving shock in its wake. "How did you know?" You asked, your eyes never leaving his.
"I can see your color." He said, a small smile breaking onto his face.
"My colors?"
"Yeah," he said taking his other hand and holding your face in your hand. You couldn't tell if it was his hands or your growing blush that warmed your face faster. "you have this warm color surrounding you." His hand left your face to grab your own and brought it to his chest that was adorned with a dark color - you decided it was to be your favorite one. "It was this color." he said timidly. His voice was stable, and you knew if you were to speak that yours wouldn't be as such, so you opted for a smile.
"I'm Wooyoung." He said. "I am so glad to have finally met you."
"I'm Y/N." You finally trusted yourself to speak to Wooyoung. He was undeniably gorgeous. His hair was slick back and the makeup that adorned his face only enhanced his features.
"You're beautiful, Y/N." If you weren't blushing before, you definitely were now. "Now, if you don't mind me,soulmate, I still have a performance to do. So, if you don't mind, meet me here after." Wooyoung quickly swept in for a hug, and when he did the butterflies that occupied your stomach turned into fireworks at the motion. When he pulled away, he gave a quick wink and walked away giggling to himself.
You were left alone in the hallway, the once colorful world disappeared when he broke your eye contact. "Bye," you whispered to yourself, "soulmate."
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