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Colorless | 01

Summary: The world is split in two, there are the colorless, and then there are the gifted, as in gifted with the sight of colors. Apparently, once you find your soulmate, when you really accept him or her, or when you finally realize that it's true love, the colorless are supposed to be able to see color.

Genre: Soulmate!AU

Member: Namjoon x reader

Word Count: 2,770

Author’s Note: Hey guys, so I’m a bit upset right now. I planned on having a new Between Worlds chapter out a couple of nights ago, and I was super sure that I put it in my queue, but nothing. It never uploaded and it’s nowhere to be found and I wrote the chapter on my brother’s laptop which he apparently deleted so now I’m stuck with absolutely nothing, I have to start chapter four COMPLETELY from scratch. I dunno, and I felt really bad and sad and just overall disappointed so I thought of making a short oneshot soulmate series for all the members, but please be patient because honestly, I have a hard time writing for other members, so I’ll be making them in order from who I have the hardest time writing about to the easiest . huhuhu sorry, but I’m gonna work on maybe Jin’s or J-Hope’s after I get at least 4 pages done on my 40 page term paper in Labor Economics, LOL school first. BTW, has anyone ever noticed how blessed Namjoon was by puberty?

“Namjoon was just the new student assistant at the library, so why does he keep giving you books on flowers?”

You sat in class staring out the window watching the class next door playing PE. They ran around as mud splashed their clothes disgusted by the brown mess they were making. You looked at the girl sitting next you you who sighed dreamily at your teacher.

You poked her shoulder, "Yah, are you actually attracted to him?" You looked at the teacher who you admit was handsome, he had platinum blonde hair, how he got away with it was beyond you, and he looked a few years older than you, he just was not someone who was worth getting in trouble over.

The girl next to you quickly regains her composure and clears her throat, "he's kind of nice isn't he? He tells really funny jokes." She giggles probably remembering one of them.

And you think back on those jokes, and no, they really weren't funny, cheesy maybe or perfect for someone like your father. The sound of the school bells catches your attention and has you jumping up to stand before the teacher could even dismiss you. You grab your bag and start making your way out the door, giving a playful salute to Mr. Kim on your way out.

"Thanks for that lesson on Julius Caesar Mr. Kim! I guess you could say he wanted to rule over Rome TOGA-ther with Cleopatra!" You heard the girl behind you make a joke that instantly brought Mr. Kim's laugh; something that may have sounded forced but was not, it really sounded like a windshield wiper.

You took your time walking through the corridor, having to wait after school for your mom to pick you up, turning corners you had memorized from spending so many days there after school, and then you stop in front of two large doors, the library.

You walk in without hesitation and a huge grin on your face with squinted eyes, "Hey Mrs. Lee! I hope you don't mind, not like you've minded before but I'll be staying here agai-" you settled your elbows on the librarians table counter and put your head in your hands only to come face to face with a blonde haired, blank faced boy who stared right back at you, blinking slowly.

You stared at him, seeing the grey outline around his iris, he was a colorless, you shake your head, "Sorry, uh, I thought it was just Mrs. Lee today. I shouldn't be any trouble; I only stay for an hour or two, three max."

He blinks a few more times at you, simply looking away and waving you off, "It's fine, my name is Kim Namjoon, and before you ask, no I'm not related to Mr. Kim, I just transferred here."

You start walking away, "You'll like it here." You find the familiar seat right next to the large Non-Fiction collection and you grab a random book, getting started on the first chapter.

The atmosphere was slightly awkward, seeing as all Namjoon did the first hour was stand around the librarian's table, you looked around and realized he still had a lot of books he needed to get sorted and if he stayed there the whole time, he would stay here until night time.

"Hey." You instantly catch his attention, "I don't know if you know this or not, but Mrs. Lee usually organizes the book since almost nobody comes in here."

"But what if someone comes in?"

You laugh out loud suddenly at his comment earning a confused look from Namjoon, "I'm not being rude or anything, but I swear, almost nobody ever comes here. And if anybody does, they'll ring the little bell on the table." He looked at you unsure, "If you're really that worried, I could even help you and call you when somebody does come in." You give him a wink.

He doesn't answer but simply walks away from the table, pushing one of many book carts along with him. He doesn't say much, but you come to realize that he must not be too strict when you find him rapping along to a song while organized the books, and that's how the rest of the time is spent; listening to Namjoon rap while pretending to read.

The days following that week, he wasn't there, but come Wednesday after that week, you come face to face with him once again. Except, this time, he had a yellow book clutched tightly in his hand.

"Wow, alone once again. Mrs. Lee must trust you with her precious books." You laugh.

"Here." He slides the book your way.

You stare at the book in confusion, "I wasn't reading this though."

"I know." He steps away from the table and continues on with organizing the books.

You slowly take your seat and look around finding he was too far to see what you were doing, so you opened the book and found that it was a book on Acacias, that and Namjoon had already stamped a return date on it, for next Thursday. You tilted your head and swayed it from left to right, trying to figure out what Namjoon was doing. So instead of reading like you had planned, you spent the entire time watching Namjoon, while unknown to you, he smiled slyly to himself. You realize that day that Namjoon was really tall. Two months pass by with that routine of yours, Namjoon hands you a book he borrowed in your name, and you sit around pretending to read while secretly watching him.

The following week, on Tuesday, you don't forget the book he borrowed in your name, you didn't exactly read it, but you did keep it tucked away in your backpack, not letting anyone see it or get it dirty.

You walk in the library straight to the librarian's table with the book tightly clutched in your arms. "Hi Namjoon, I wanted to ask why you gave this to me- oh, another one? Okay." You're caught off guard when he shoves another book in your arms after grabbing the yellow book he'd given you from last week, today; you notice his dimples while he smiled at your confused face.

You looked down at the book; the cover was red with gold lettering on the front, "A History on Tulips?" You looked at Namjoon unsurely, "Let me guess, I'll be returning it next week?"

The following week, Namjoon wasn't there, instead, it was Mrs. Lee, who greeted you with a dark red book with the word CARNATIONS on the front, "He asked me to give you this, because he has tutoring today." She smiled kindly at you.

You smiled back and you turned, only to turn back around and look at her, "Sorry, but do you know which room he's in?"

She looked at you for a second and rummaged through her table pulling out what looked like a post-it, she squinted as she tried to read the messy handwriting, "I believe this says 227"

"Thanks Mrs. Lee!" You give her a wave and you start running, scanning the room number you pass by on the second floor.

When you get to 227, you're panting and your feet are throbbing from running so much but that doesn't stop you from scanning the students sitting on the chairs, you furrow your eyebrows when you realize Namjoon isn't there, but instead, it's filled with a bunch of fourth years, you spot Yoongi dozing off and Hoseok sticking notes on Yoongi's back. You take a deep breath, realizing Namjoon's probably just running late and hold the doorknob, when you find the courage to open the door; everyone's already looking at you.

You bow quickly and state loudly, "I was hoping to get some advanced lessons!"

The room is dead quiet but a single voice has you opening your mouth like a fish, "Okay, just take whatever seat, the topic today is thermodynamics."

Apparently, contrary to what you believed, Namjoon wasn't taking tutoring classes, he was giving them, and that's how you found yourself sitting in a three hour session staring at Kim Namjoon as he talked about what he called laws of Thermodynamics. When the class was over, you got up stretching only to be patted on the shoulder by Yoongi.

"Don't get yourself into situations you can't get yourself out of kid." He chuckled.

You instantly blushed at Yoongi, who was ever the observant one, "So, what are you doing in a senior tutoring class?" You heard the smile in his voice.

"I just- I was going to- I wanted to ask you about late return fees because I might not be here to return these next week." You quickly make up an excuse, why did you come here?

"Well it's the same fees that are posted up on the front door; you must've seen it before right?" He laughed, "Is your mom pocking you up again?"

You look up at him and shake your head completely at loss for words.

"Great, let's go, I'll walk you home." He grabbed your bag and books, taking a second to look at the book he'd borrowed for you with a smile.

The walk home wasn't awkward, but it wasn't one filled with conversation either. You stared at your bag, the one filled with books and the one currently being carried by one Kim Namjoon.

"I can carry that, it's kind of heav-"

"Exactly, it is heavy, so I mist imagine you've been carrying it all day. I can do it." He slapped your hand away lightly.

"I didn't know you were a senior." You looked up at him, "I-I mean you have the height of one but seniors don't really help out at the library, since they have more things to worry about than overdue library books."

He chuckled and stared at the ground, "I'm not." He looked over at you, "I'm a junior just like you."

He kept staring which had you turning red and looking away, "So why are you tutoring a bunch of seniors on thermodynamics?"

"And Trigonometry and basic Calculus." He stated in a matter of factly voice.

"What?"

"I'm tutoring seniors in Thermodynamics, Trigonometry and basic Calculus." He corrected.

"Oh, you must be pretty smart then." You try to make small talk, "Your eyes. I mean, if it's not a sensitive topic, you're colorless right?"

He looks at you quietly and blinking his eyes, "It's not and I am."

"How is it? I read a few books on it, but it's probably not as detailed coming from someone who's actually explaining it."

He started to walk slowly, "It's kind of dull actually. You wake up to grey and you go to sleep to grey and every time you see someone you find yourself attracted to, it's like you're just wishing for color to explode right before your eyes. But it doesn't and that's just soul wrenching." He looks at your worried face, "But I've come to find life has gotten tremendously brighter lately."

"This is my stop." You smile at him, "Thanks for walking me home."

He scratches the back of his head, "Thanks for letting me." He lets out a nervous laugh and hands you your bag and books, "Be sure to bring that on Monday next week." He points at the book.

"Will do. Bye Namjoon." You stare at his retreating figure, which to your surprise, hasn't turned back around to walk the right way, he continues waving until he hits the mailbox and completely topples over it quickly standing back up and running back from where you had just come from.

You realize that day that Namjoon was practically a genius and he was clumsy, but in a cute way, definitely cute.

Monday the following week rolls around but you find yourself sick, so you lay in bed all day texting your classmates for the homework, they said they'd bring it over, but it's already past 7 and they're lack of presence has you doubting on whether they even remembered.

"Aren't you just the handsomest thing!?" You hear your mother's shrill voice coo at an unknown person making you sit up.

"Honey! I'm opening the door!" She calls out and all you do is cough in response.

You expected to find Changkyun, or maybe even Hanbin if she called him handsome, but to your surprise, it was Namjoon, carrying all the books he’d borrowed in your name the past few months and a stack of papers, which was probably your homework.

"Hi." You stared at him with wide eyes.

"I dropped by your class to pick up your homework since I heard from Mr. Kim that you were out sick, and I even brought a few books for you to read." He said sheepishly.

"I'll leave you two alone." Your mother squealed at you two giving you a wink that had your face heating up despite the chills you were currently experiencing.

"Thanks for the homework." You laugh, "I thought my classmates forgot about me."

He settles on the chair near you study table after placing the books near your bed, "I saw them on my way to see you so I just insisted that I'd take it to you instead." He fiddles with the rubics cube on the desk.

"I already borrowed a bunch of these books."

He quickly stands up and looks at the books, "Here. You haven't borrowed this one." He hands you the deep red cover with the title, "Roses, the flowers of love"

"Thanks." You look at the books, "You know I haven't actually read any of these right?" You laugh.

"Yeah, so you better get started, they're all due next week." He hands you another book, "Here, this might help you understand why I've been giving you books." You looked at the cover and realize it's a book on Flowers and their meaning.

You furrow your eyebrows but still smile shyly at him, "Why do you borrow books for me? Especially since you know I don't read them."

He slowly looks up at you, "Well I know you don't read them, but I at least expected you to skim them." He laughs, "But you didn't so that's why I came here with all these books.

He goes to the first one, and opens it up, "Yellow Acacias mean concealed love." He takes out a flattened yellow acacia, handing it to you. You blindly take it staring at him in utter shock.

He takes the second book, the one on tulips and takes out the tulip with the corresponding color, and so on with the rest.

"And finally." He takes the book on roses and opens it taking out the deep red rose flattened by the pages, "A red Rose means passionate love. The most cliché and utterly cheesy flower that there is." He looks at your shocked face and laughs, "Here, go ahead that take this." He hands you the rose.

By this time, your hands were filled with a bouquet of flattened flowers of all different colors and kind with only one meaning.

Love

"H-h-how?" You find the voice the speak, but it's only a whimper of a question.

"When I saw you that day in the library when I first started there, it was as if all this color exploded right before my eyes, and then I realized, it was you." You continued to stare dumbfounded at him, "Your hair was a mess probably from running your hands over it so many times, your eyes were bright as if you were somewhere far away in that library, and even though most people would say you looked like a mess that day, to me you looked absolutely beautiful, especially because your eyes glowed a little brown instead of the usual black I saw and your lips were red from biting them so much, and all that there was, was you." He sat on the bed near your feet.

"I don't know how I lasted so long without you." He whispered before he leaned in and kissed you.

Even though you could see all these colors, when he kissed you, it's like everything exploded all over, as if you finally understood everything Namjoon had been telling you for weeks.

You rested you forehead on his and smiled, "I love you too, Namjoon."

“I’m pretty sure you can get a special student assistant extension on these books’ due dates.” He joked.

Come the following week, you couldn't exactly put your classmates in their places when they started teasing you about Namjoon, especially when he picked you up from class to take you to the library, all you could do was take his hand and be led to the very room you first fell in love, you couldn’t exactly complain, and even if you could, you didn’t want to.

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