the repetitive chime of an alarm flows into the soft breeze coming through the open window. you hear a heavy sigh. an arm reaches over you to the side table. the alarm stops.
your eyes flutter open, and you are greeted by darkness. the sun has not yet risen, and you feel as though it won’t for at least another hour.
as your eyes adjust to your darkened surroundings, you notice your boyfriend standing in the opening of your shared closet. soobin moves slowly, still not quite released from the clutches of sleep. his feet pad lightly across the carpeted floor toward the bathroom, and you can tell he’s trying not to wake you.
before he shuts the bathroom door, you whisper into the darkness.
“what do you want for breakfast?”
he jumps in surprise, just barely, but enough for you to notice. he turns to meet your gaze and the softest, sleepiest grin spreads across his face.
“go back to sleep, babe.”
you sit up in bed, throwing your legs over the side before standing up. only a few steps later, you’re in his arms.
you press your ear to soobin’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. your breathing syncs to his unconsciously. the warmth of his body slowly starts to envelop you.
“i’ll say it again. what do you want for breakfast?” you repeat, turning your head to look up at his face.
he sighs, a mixture of exasperation but also contentment.
it’s basically about how a person can feel loved when the other in the relationship does certain things
so i was like “there’s five love languages, and five members of txt. is this what inspiration feels like???”
and now i’m assigning a love language to each member
for yeonjun, i think he feels the most love(d) when receiving acts of service
whenever you help him out without being asked, whether the task is big or small, that’s when he’s like “they’re the one”
i imagine traveling around with txt and doing photo shoots and whatever else can get stressful
so the little things you do for him to make the biggest difference
like he walks in late after a long day
and he sees you chilling on the couch with your laptop
he comes up behind you and leans over you, giving you a big hug
presses a kiss to the top of your head
“hey babe.”
“hey,” you reply
he takes a deep, calming breath
then finally registers the smell that his nose has detected
“did you make-”
“brownies?? yep, they’re in the kitchen.”
you don’t see it, but you know there’s a look of pure joy blossoming on his tired face
lowkey runs slides into the kitchen because he’s wearing socks
and you’re just left grinning down at your laptop, wondering how you ended up with such a goofy bf
another day yeonjun’s running all around trying to get ready
he’s already running late, and now he’s tearing apart his bedroom searching for something
you walk up behind him, holding a cup of coffee
“what are you looking for?” you ask
“my lyrics for the new album. i could have sworn i left them on the side table...” you can hear the panic in his voice
you hold up one finger, nonverbally telling him to wait a moment
placing your coffee on the dining table, you grab the blue folder that you had set there
your feet pad back down the carpeted hallway to his room
“i thought it might be easier to keep track of all of your lyrics if i put them into a folder. i didn’t realize that i was gonna make you more panicked than if i hadn’t messed with them at all.” you hand him the folder, feeling bad about the trouble you caused
he flips through the pages inside the folder, his worried expression fading slowly
he pulls you in for a hug, and you feel him release the breath he was holding
“you’re too good to me babe. the folder is gonna work great. thank you.”
you both stand there in each other’s arms for a bit
you glance at the clock on the wall
“you’re going to be late if you don’t leave right at this exact second. now go!!” you push him toward the door
he shoves his shoes on before blowing you a quick kiss and running out the door
the next evening, you’re helping him get ready for an important dinner with his boss’s boss’s boss
and you’re in front of him, tying his tie
his eyes look at you so fondly
he thinks about all the times you’ve done things to help him or cheer him up
like in this moment he realizes how much you do for him and he’s like “this is the love of my life that’s so cool.”
and when you finish with his tie, he can’t help but place his hands on the sides of your face and pull you in for a kiss
it’s such a warm gesture, filled with so much love
and you’re just like “wow, okay. guess i should tie his tie more often??”
when he pulls away, his words start pouring out, telling you how grateful he is to have you in his life
[most of us have eyes. and most of the time, they are the same color. in this world, however, the difference in your eyes is your soulmate link: the color of your right eye is your own, while your left eye is the current color of your soulmate’s]
your fingers drummed rhythmically against the arms of your chair, while your best friend rifled through your makeup. your sight wandered around your bedroom before landing on the small mirror sitting atop your vanity table. interesting.
drawing nearer to the reflective surface, you observed the change as it was occurring: your soulmate was just putting in new contacts. the vibrant blue of your left eye contrasted greatly with the natural color of your right. the look was shocking, to say the least, as you had become accustomed your soulmate’s natural color. its deep chocolate hue had become one of your greatest comforts. upon further inspection, you noticed that brown peeking through the contact as it drew closer to your pupil.
your friend turned back to you, twirling a makeup brush in her hand. as soon as she saw your left eye, her shoulders drooped, her face twisting into a look of annoyance. you tilted your head in confusion.
“what’s wrong?”
she shook her head. “all that work on your eyeshadow and now they decide to ruin it! how can i get it to look balanced if your eyes are such different colors?!”
returning your gaze to the mirror, you tried to find what she was talking about. balance? your makeup looked plenty balanced to you. oh wait...maybe she was right??? aaaand nope. still can’t see it.
“it’s fine!! i love the way it looks!” you tried to console her. partly to make her feel better, and partly to finally leave to go to the party.
“no, i can’t stand it. you know i’m a perfectionist! maybe i can just wipe it off and start over? we have enough time, right?”
you stopped her hand from reaching for the makeup wipes before saying, “hey, i have some contacts in the third drawer. can we just use one of those? will that balance your chakras??”
you opened the drawer to reveal rows and rows of neatly organized contact cases, sorted by color.
“whoa, i thought i was the contact hoarder in this friendship,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm and awe at the same time.
“they’re mostly just for show. my older sister insists on buying me new contacts every single time she visits. something about ‘making it easier on my soulmate.’”
she thumbed through the cases, pulling out a pair of neon green before saying, “i mean, she’s definitely not wrong.”
your eyes scanned the blue section of contacts, and you pulled out a few pairs to try. with your friend’s help, you picked out a contact that matched the color your soulmate was wearing. well, it was close enough.
“i can tell the colors are different!!!! please, it’s gonna be bothering me all night!!!” your friend begged as you dragged her towards the front door.
opening it up and pushing her out into the stoop, your only words were, “we’re going... and we’re going... and we’re gone.”
the door slammed shut behind you.
-
“you want a drink?” your friend asked.
“no, i’m good for now. thanks.”
“okay,” she said before walking away, immediately finding someone else she knew and starting to chat.
adjusting to the dark, your blue eyes (okay, one blue and the other sorta purplish blue) took in the sight of the house party. it was warm and comforting. you could smell the scent of pizza wafting toward you from the kitchen, and there was a chill playlist quietly playing in the background.
to your right, there was a small group of people huddled around the tv playing smash. the players eyes were locked onto the screen in concentration while their friends were sprawled on the carpeted floor, cheering them on and waiting for their next turn. a bowl of popcorn sat on the ground, surrounded by a circle of half-empty soda cans.
to your left, another group was playing uno at the dining table. the air seemed pretty tense, and you jumped in surprise when a boy shouted, “UNO OUT SUCKERS!!”
of course, it was kai.
you chuckled lightly, causing him to turn around. he smiled when he saw you. his eyes were slightly different in color, one a darker brown and the other hazel. still, they both shone with glee from winning.
“hey!! what’s up?” he asked, sauntering over and putting an arm around your shoulder. you looked up at him and he lifted his eyebrows. “okay, wow. i’m not used to seeing people with the same colored eyes.”
“it was her idea.” you gestured toward your friend, still deep in conversation with someone you didn’t recognize. “and they’re not really the same, but i thought they were close enough.” you leaned in and widened your eyes, trying to show him the colors in the dim light.
“i mean, it doesn’t look bad, but why? hers aren’t even the same color,” kai observed.
“it’s all about balance.” you said sarcastically, holding up your hands like a scale to demonstrate.
his brows furrowed. “balance...... how’s about we go grab some pizza and balance out our stomachs? these people can’t keep up with me anyway!” he threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the dealer already handing out new cards to the players.
“yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
-
about an hour after the indulgent meal of greasy pizza and chatting with kai, you were planted in front of the tv. your fingers deftly worked the joysticks on the controller, combining moves to be the most effective. a line had formed, people seated on the carpet awaiting their turn to play against you. kai was standing behind the couch, cheering you on and throwing out pointers. he was your very own self-appointed coach.
the ending animations flashed across the screen, your character jumping up and down in victory while your defeated opponent’s head hung miserably. you turned to the girl beside you.
“good game!” you extended your hand to shake on it, but she just scoffed and got off the couch.
kai noticed her rude actions.
“jeez, i guess i’ll let yeonjun know not to invite her to our next party,” he said, rolling his eyes. “just keep your eyes on the prize.”
a grimace spread on your face and your eyebrows furrowed. you knew it was just a silly game, so her disrespect bothered you. turning your head back to the tv, you decided just to focus on the game.
you felt the couch dip beside you as your next opponent sat down. you silently selected the game mode without comment. the character screen popped up, and you automatically picked samus. the other person’s highlighted square was unsure and hovered over multiple characters. you let out a chuckle when they finally selected kirby.
you threw a glance their direction, and caught sight of a shock of blonde hair. the intro music had started though, so your attention was brought back to the game.
the game was neck and neck, and it was the most difficult match you had had so far that night. the sudden death music started playing, your heart rate increasing and your grip on the controller tightening.
kirby kept bouncing around the screen, trying to get away from samus. you tilted your head in confusion. sudden death was all about offense, and this person was just running away? good way to drag out a match, you figure.
suddenly, kirby jumped off of the platform he was on and landed on the top your character’s head, winning instantly. your jaw dropped, a laugh of disbelief slipping out of your mouth. soon the ending animations played. kirby danced happily in the foreground while samus looked forlorn.
you shook your head, still in shock at how anticlimactic the end to the match was.
“good game?”
you looked over at your opponent for the first time. two big blue eyes stared back at you.
well. one was blue, and the other was purplish blue.
your eyes widened, and your opponent’s did the same. you started to say something, but a pair of hands clamping down on your shoulders stopped you.
“don’t let beomgyu get to you. you gotta keep your head in the game!!” kai enthusiastically coached you to move forward, oblivious to the fact you had just found your soulmate.
“hey kai-”
“come on, you got this! even pro gamers can slip up. alright, who’s up next?” he motioned to the next girl waiting on the carpet.
“kai, beomgyu is-”
he cut you off once again, eyes glued to the tv screen. “-not a problem. him winning this time was just a fluke, you’ll see. now just turn and focus on the ga-”
“KAI!!”
he finally looked at you. then at beomgyu. then at you again. realization slowly spread across his face. he grinned widely and winked at you.
he glanced at the awaiting players before loudly saying, “sorry folks, the master of smash is too tired to play all of you. but, i will be available in the dining room if any of you feel like getting absolutely annihilated in a game of uno. thank you, and good night.”
the crowd slowly dispersed. some went for uno, some went back to the kitchen to see if there was any pizza left, and others just walked out the door.
it was just you and beomgyu.
you finally turned your attention back to your soulmate. your eyes drifted, examining the rest of his facial features and mannerisms. he was wringing his hands nervously and looking down at his lap.
almost without control over your own actions, you reached over and held one of his hands in your own. his gaze met yours once again. he let out a soft chuckle before bringing his other hand up to intertwine with yours.
those eyes. so familiar, yet so new at the same time. they were the sign of a bond shared since birth, and the sign of a bond shared until death. so full of promise.
“it’s nice to finally meet you,” you said in a whisper, almost afraid that speaking any louder would ruin this amazing new gift.
he brought your hands to his lips and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. “likewise.”
you both talked on the couch for the rest of the night, forming the first memories of a lifelong love.
your eyes were locked on the mason jar atop the counter, the steady drip of coffee through the filter mesmerizing you. the dull hum of the refrigerator along with the rhythmic drips filled the kitchen and further lulled you into a sleepy state.
the last drop of liquid passed through the filter, and you removed it. the mason jar was frigid against your palm as you swirled your concoction, satisfied with the earthy color.
softly, you felt two arms wrap around your middle. kai rested his chin on your shoulder.
“it looks good, babe,” he said quietly, rubbing his face into the soft material of your shirt.
“now we just have to see how it tastes.”
after pulling a glass from the cupboard, you gently dropped a few ice cubes into it. soon, cold brew coffee cascaded over the cubes, cream billowed out in clouds, the color lightened gradually. the spoon clinked against the sides as you stirred it.
you turned around to face kai. the long sleeves of his hoodie covered his hands slightly, making the most adorable sweater paws. they wrapped around the glass as you handed it to him. his eyes looked down expectantly at your creation.
you watched him as he brought the drink to his mouth, awaiting his reaction.
he took a sip, pressing his lips together afterward. his nose crinkled, eyebrows furrowed. his gaze shifted from the glass up to you, the next words causing you to chuckle lightly.
“will you call me a wimp if i say it’s too strong?”
you crossed your arms over your chest before saying, “that’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, my friend.”
soft clean scents float through your brightly lit bathroom. foaming bubbles and running water. defining serums and moisturizing creams.
taehyun’s brown hair is pulled back with a white terry headband. your fingers spread a thin layer of cleanser over his face, feeling the bubbles forming slowly. across his cheekbones, his forehead, his jawline.
your boyfriend looks so peaceful before you. his hair tousled lightly and his eyes closed, his long eyelashes resting on his cheeks. so beautiful.
you place a small kiss on his nose, unable to resist.
his round eyes open at the sensation. he smiles before pursing his lips, asking for an actual kiss. you gladly oblige.
“i love you,” taehyun says softly after you pull away.
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