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First glances - Chapter three 🥀

Sometimes keeping my faith was more difficult than plastering the false smile on my lips when my fans asked, "What's your soulmate like? Are they as pretty as you, Jin?" That thought slipped into my mind that this hope I clung to was futile. But I refused to let it defeat me.

I'd often fallen into the trap of wondering if it was possible for someone like me to ever find a soulmate. Maybe I was broken, a defective human being. A son born of a soulmate-less bond, a failed marriage and the root cause of their issues. My mother had always been too kind. Although, she loved me just as much as my younger half-brother, who was born to her true soulmate. I knew I was that cursed reminder of her recklessness youth.

How could such a foul unwanted child ever deserve the right to find their missing piece to the puzzle we called life? Maybe cruel voices that taunted me in my head were right. Such notions of true love just weren't possible for someone like me.

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"Take 30 for lunch!" The director called. Suddenly, the bells chimed, causing everyone on set to scatter like bees in a hive. Namjoon darted over and held out my phone and a water bottle; I shook my head to both. "I'm going to get some fresh air. Can I have a snack?" I asked.

"Sure, but I'm afraid it's fruit, something from the cheese board or protein bars?" Namjoon replied. I tugged at my lower lip, contemplating my options, "Grapes and protein bar?" I answered, unsure if it would state my hunger. Missing breakfast was an unimaginable sin in my mind.

He handed me the cast hoodie that I was using to keep warm, as my costume wasn't exactly the warmest. I was heavily made over the fake scar, and strange long hair made me a little unrecognisable even to myself. Unfortunately, this apocalyptic storyline didn't allow much clothing.

I waltzed off the set, tucked my growing hair underneath the hood and wandered outside. Shielding my body from the cold air as it nipped at my neck, which was carefully painted with fake blood of the latest kill of my character.

Set was crowded with various genders, races and sizes of people. Each person is beautiful in their own right. I often admired them as they passed me by, admiring the beauty they were blind to see. People watching was something I did to help pass the time on set; it wasn't as creepy as it sounded. I liked to picture scenarios in my head for them, who their soulmates were.

I'd been watching a group of the stunt crew laugh when one person caught my eye more than usual. Everything about this woman was unique; she carried herself with the utmost confidence. I hadn't even realised she was staring at me until I turned my head in her direction. In that brief moment, her eyes flickered to connect with mine.

My skin was laced with goosebumps; it was one thing to be caught admiring someone. It was another thing for my world to explode with colour under the heat of her stare.

"It's you." My lips mouthed.

I never knew such a sensation was possible; all these different what I knew to be colours I'd never seen before suddenly overwhelmed my sense of sight. Not being able to pinpoint any specific colour, my eyes didn't recognise any of them. Everything was new.

The vibrant technicolour of clothes, hair, skin and even the sunlight created shadows across every inch of the surrounding world. The colours caught in the corner of my eyes as I lost myself in what I could only describe as piercing daggers responsible for all of this. Her rare eyes that I knew not the colour, but my life felt complete.

I felt reborn. I couldn't help the tears that welled up in my eyes. This was a new world for me. A world filled with promise, with love.

I'd watched countless reality shows and read thousands of books about that moment of what it felt like to meet your soulmate. I imagined her running into my arms. Shyly walking towards each other, timidly whispering my name under the eyes I couldn't bear to tear myself away from. Everything inside me screamed at me for my legs to run to her, but part of me was stunned. As much as I wanted to turn my head to see what the rest of the world looked like in colour, the pull to her eyes had a stronger hold on me.