ColourBlind~~~ BTS AU

First glances - Chapter three 🥀

The sensation of her eyes meeting mine wasn't a feeling I wanted to relinquish just yet. Just a second more, I told myself. I planned what I should do next.

Should I kiss her now, connect now? Oh god. Did she work here on set? I met the director right... she's not an actress. So please don't let her have a scene where I have to pretend I'm angry at her. How could I be mad at her gorgeous face? The haunting eyes that lured me into the pits of her very soul.

All of the scenarios that I pictured in my head. None came to pass. She looked directly through me as if I'd been merely a reflection in a mirror... swiftly turning and heading deeper into the crowd of people. My world plunged into that familiar monotone colour once more. My heart sank as the colours that had blessed my eyes vanished.

Had it been just a dream, a cruel trick played by someone above?

"Wait!" I called out after her, but the noise outside was too loud. She couldn't hear me. Or perhaps didn't she want to hear me? My heart plummeted at the loss of her burning bright eyes. A hand carefully ended my opportunity to commence chase on this stranger.

"The director wanted a quick word," Namjoon interrupted.

I wanted to scream. 28 years I'd waited for this moment. The was no way in hell I'd go back to my normal every day after finally seeing her. I wouldn't let it slip away this easily, ignoring Namjoon's words to stay. I bolted faster than I'd ever run before. Pushing frantically through the crowd earning myself looks of disgust as I sieved through the crowd searching for her.

None of their eyes mattered to me; not only was I yearning for the chance to see the world in a different light, but I also wanted to see her. The tears that had once been my reaction to the salvation of finding her now shifted into tears of panic and distress. Trickling slowly down my cheeks, like the passing of a time that now cursed me as I'd watched her slip away.

My heart was pounding in my chest, so much that my ears burned from the racing sound. I had that weightless feeling in my lungs as I gasped for air. My eyes darted despairingly in the crowd as I paused to catch my breath.

Namjoon had finally caught me up. As he wheezed to catch his own breath, I turned to look at him, "I need you to get me a list of everyone on set and find out who doesn't have a soulmate. I don't care what you have to do to get but please, Joon... I'm desperate. I saw her. For a brief second... I saw her. She's actually alive. I have a soulmate." My voice began to shake. My tongue seized as a lump caught in the back of my throat as I broke down in a flood of tears.

"Jin, I'll get you that list. But please... we're needed on set. I'll help you find her, I promise." Namjoon soothed as he patted my shoulder and handed me a tissue.

I repeated it in my head in disbelief; I had a soulmate. She'd been alive, well and healthy and right before my eyes. That knowledge alone filled me with more hope than I'd been able to conjure in over a decade. In a way, I was satisfied with knowing that she was just alive. But I wanted her, in every way, mentally and physically possible alike.

I knew she would no doubt be curious about me too. My thoughts paused. I looked in the reflection of a nearby car as I walked backed towards the set; my appearance like this was a little unapproachable. I laughed like a mad man. Maybe I was mad. I'd finally lost my mind in the heat of her gaze. I'd hand over my sanity and give my soul to the devil if that's what it took to get to know her.

Taking this job had been the best decision I'd ever made. I collected myself and followed Namjoon back to set, with a swing in my step and fresh tears gathering in my eyes with a silent swell of happiness. I'd found her. My soulmate. My one true love.