ColourBlind~~~ BTS AU

Colorblind - Chapter One

Being someone's soulmate had always been a weird concept; there were times when I assumed everything Taehyung liked I would like and vice versa. But it didn't work that way. We were both very different people, sometimes, that worked well. Yet, other times, I could easily lock him in a cupboard for irritating the living hell out of me with his constant need to explore and run off, getting us both lost. 

I couldn't help but admire Taehyung while he smiled heavy-eyed, sipping his drink, unaware of the cream moustache that smeared his upper lip. I leaned over and let my lips taste the sweet sticky residue on his lips, once again relishing in the sound of his husky laughter when we pulled apart. "You've made a mess." Taehyung chuckled, using his sleeve to wipe away the cream.

"Taehyung!" I scolded him, rolling my eyes as I glanced at the white substance on his sleeve. "I'll wash it. It's fine..." Taehyung sighed as he pulled his shirt from over his head. Taehyung rolled his dirty shirt into a ball, sticking out his tongue slightly as he aimed for the laundry basket. I sipped the last drops of my hot chocolate as Taehyung cheered loudly when he got his shirt in the basket the first time.

"Child." I hummed as I switched off my bedside lamp and rolled onto my side. "Where do you think your going, angel?" Taehyung chuckled deeply. His warm voice trailed up my neck against my jaw, peppering soft kisses. "Taehyung..." I pleaded. Taehyung's fingers laced over my hip, every fibre in my being finally at ease from his touch.

Again, I could feel him shuffle his body closer to mine; I didn't fight my desires this time. Instead, I placed my hand on his and clutched onto it, tightly lacing our fingertips together.

"Something's on your mind?" Taehyung mumbled sleepily. "It's nothing," I quickly answered, but Taehyung's lips pressed against my shoulder blade, filling me with his courage.

There wasn't anything we could hide from the other; his pain was mine. My sorrows were his. Our happiness bathed us both in an unspoken light like nothing I'd ever felt. "You're feeling half-empty again?" Taehyung asked. Instead of holding back, I let my darker thoughts spill onto my lips. "Do you ever wonder if we'll wake up one day to discover it's just a dream? You're in a foreign country far away. Doing something crazy like... dancing, and I'm just a nobody? Just a girl who only knows your name and only gets to see your face on a screen?" I asked hypothetically.

"Maybe in another lifetime, but in this lifetime... I'm in love with a kind, breath-taking weirdo who I've loved since the moment we met. Who I know loves me more than anyone ever has and will. The only thing I wish for in the morning is leaving all of your nightmares in the shadows. All of the doubts you carry inside that creative and talented mind remained locked away. I'm in love with you..." Taehyung's voice trailed off as his breathing slipped into a slow rhythm behind me.

"I love you too, Taehyung. Sweet dreams." I mumbled as my own eyes lost their battle to the weight of sleep as it lulled me into a peaceful slumber.

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Moving into our first apartment together filled me with a sense of pride I never knew possible. For a brief moment, the whole outside world was irrelevant; Taehyung, Tan and I settled in relatively quickly into our new place.

My last day on set went without a hitch; finishing a project usually left me feeling empty. But this time, I was in a rush to return to Taehyung. To the place we were blessed to call home. But I'd already found such a place the day I met him.

As planned, we met up for lunch, but the director had wrapped up the last shoot and dismissed the editors' team. So we ate lunch in a quiet cafe and walked Tannie through the park on our way home. There was nothing I loved more than walking with our arms interlinked, letting my head gently rest on his shoulder as the world around us bloomed with colour. It seemed fitting to begin our new lives together as spring had commenced leaving behind the cold, lonely winter.