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Choi Youngjae liked to describe himself as anything but spontaneous. Everything in his life has been well planned out according to his parent's desires. He didn't protest to their proposals simply because it's what he wanted as well. A safe and secure lifestyle with an outcome of a stable career is what's best for him.
Although he had the power to manipulate such factors in his life, there are still some inevitable circumstances that he can't control. Don't get him wrong though, it's not as if he hated change, it's just that nothing good in his life has ever come from it. Such as his parents suddenly changing their minds about agreeing to Youngjae's prior career track, his ex-girlfriend changing her mind about loving him no matter what and worst of all his soulmate somehow changing his/her mind time and time again about the color of his (technically, their) streaks.
In the world Youngjae lives in, exists a pair so incredibly well matched that the universe have set out hints on how to find them. It's called being soulmates and that 'hint' is your hair color. If your soulmate decides to change his hair to whatever color spectrum of the rainbow, then on the following day your hair will follow suit.
At first the thought of having different hair colors haunted Youngjae in his nightmares but then again, his soulmate wouldn't be that adventurous right? If anything, he'd be just like Youngjae, right? Oh, he couldn't be anymore wrong.
The mere thought of having a soulmate left Youngjae's mind for several years especially after his emotional break-up with his girlfriend. He focused more on his studies and as a matter of fact he starts his rigorous piano practices tomorrow for his recital next week and decides to hit the hay earlier than usual. In the morning, as Youngjae woke up to several alarm clocks and a slightly special one involving spraying mist on his face, he found himself in front of his bathroom mirror with his hair suddenly turned blonde.
Oh, shit.
He burst out of his room and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Mom! Something weird is happening to me?!"
Her older sister steps out of her room angrily, still half-asleep, but once he got a look of his dear younger brother's hair she exploded into a fit of laughter. In between giggles she managed to croak out, "Don't worry, Youngie. It looks good on you."
He glared at her older sister and shouted, "Yah! You dyed my hair while I was asleep didn't you?" Before Youngjae could have a full-on wrestling match with his sister, their mother went in between and stopped them. She then led both siblings to the living room and they had an emergency family meeting.
Youngjae's father seemed to be concerned at first but after looking at Youngjae's hair, he knew what has to be done. Her mother started the conversation first with a question, "Okay, look at my hair kids. What color is it?"
The siblings, sitting next to each other on the sofa, looked at each other with peculiar faces. Both had very questionable faces on but they knew better than to correct their own mother. "Brown," they answered in chorus.
Their mother applauded as if they had done something so amazing. "Good! Very nice, children. Now what's your father's hair color?" Mrs. Choi asked as she pointed towards her husband's hair.
"Brown." The siblings, although very weirded out by their mother's actions, answered with no hesitations. Still not quite sure where all of this is going.
"Excellent! Okay so who went to the salon yesterday?" Mrs. Choi took a step forward and anticipated her kids' responses.
"Only you..." Realization slowly dawned on the siblings and the next thing they knew their parents were laughing their asses off seeing their children's reactions.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD?!" Choi Youngjae shouted amidst all the laughter and clearly expressed his own confusion. Within a few more moments of explaining, the boy remembered everything he was taught in elementary and all the bitter memories of his high school break-up.
He dryly thanked his parents for refreshing his memory but he knew it wasn't their fault. He can't put the blame on his parents for the messed up soulmate system they lived in. Youngjae lazily got ready for school, scared of what's to come in the following weeks. With the hectic schedule coming up, he doubts he'll be able to make salon arrangements so he prays that his hair would at least turn back to normal by the day of his recital.
Of course, his prayers weren't answered. Much to Youngjae's dismay, his hair did not only maintain its blond locks but also changed color streaks every week. First it was green and now it's blue and Youngjae's definitely not having anymore of it. His recital slowly creeps up around the corner and he hopes and prays to every God, Allah, and Buddha that his roots turn back to normal for at least that special day.
Once again, no such luck was given to the boy named Choi Youngjae. Man, he just couldn't get a break could he?
A bitter smile forms his face when he sees the still-there blond hair and unsurprisingly new colored streaks. Youngjae didn't even care anymore as he brushed the splash of hot pink in place. The recital definitely can't be rescheduled and frankly, he doesn't give a damn what other people think at this point. He's literally been walking around campus with a new color every week, what's new?
No one seemed to mind the unexpected hue and Youngjae performed exceedingly well. Finally, all those years of hard work paid off. As he stood in front to bow for the audience, he could've sworn he saw the very same combination of blond and pink in the crowd. Needless to say, he was out of there in a flash.
Youngjae relentlessly tried to chase a certain haired stranger but it proved to be a challenge when almost everyone wanted to approach him for a congratulatory message. Soon, he drowned in the sea of people and the boy was forever lost amidst all the commotion. Although he was supposed to be happy in that moment, there was something in his heart that ached a little.
I hope we meet again, my soulmate.