[CONTENTID1] CHAPTER ONE [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2] Fall In by omona-mark [/CONTENTID2]

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When Hong Jisoo was around 7 years old, he began to see something odd behind him. He knew it was a pair of wings, if all those animal books he had taught him anything, just large enough to take up the entire space on his back. He had ran excitedly to his parents, pointing and shouting about how he could now fly and whether he could jump off the roof, only to be met with amused smiles and chuckles. Also a warning never to end up on the roof. Jisoo’s first ever feeling of disappointment was when he was told the wings couldn’t be used for flying. The feeling went away quickly when his parents explained another use for it, though.

“Soulmate? What’s that?” Jisoo asked, trying to peer behind his parents to see if he could see their wings. He’s never seen their wings at all, which led to them explaining that the wings were something only he and his soulmate can see. 

“It’s somebody you’re meant to be with,” his father explained kindly, glancing at his mother with a knowing smile. “It’s a very magical kind of love.”

Jisoo blinked, “so you can see Mommy’s wings?”

“Yes, that’s right. We’re soulmates.”

“What do they look like?” 

“White,” the man said with a smile, as if he was describing the most beautiful thing in existence with just that one word. “With dark blue feathers just at the tips; that’s because my wings are blue. Likewise, my wings have white feathers, too.”

His mother chuckled, “I guess it’s a soulmate thing. Jisoo, what do your wings look like?”

At her question, Jisoo ran to the nearest mirror to look at his wings again. He found out he can’t touch it, too, and that it’s somehow see-through if he stares at it too intently. It was white—like Mommy’s!—with tips that looked like they were dipped in a swirl of pink and blue. Whoever his soulmate was, they must have really pretty wings to have two colours like that. That would make them easier to spot, right? Easier for him to meet his soulmate? He voiced out his observations and also his questions as he returned to where his parents were.

“It may not always be easy meeting your soulmate, Jisoo,” his father said, picking Jisoo up from the floor to settle the small child on his lap. “But no matter what, you will meet them. It’ll be love at first sight, and the most beautiful kind of all.”

“I can’t wait to meet my soulmate! Do you think they live here in America, too?”

“I’m sure they can’t wait to meet you, too, wherever they are.”

Jisoo turned to his mother, who had began to his hair, “that also means that wherever they are, you will meet them eventually. It’s destiny, so don’t worry about it so much.”

Soulmates. Destiny. Love. 

He liked those words.

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At 21 years old, Hong Jisoo was, put simply, a hopeless romantic. The type of guy to bring his guitar everywhere and sing love songs just because the sky was blue. As much as he loved singing and even writing such songs, Jisoo had never actually been in love yet. He blamed the wings on his back entirely—his soulmate hasn’t shown up his life. Some of his friends already met theirs and would tell him all sorts of stories about how wonderful it felt. Admittedly, he was a little jealous. It felt like everybody was falling in love except for him. Maybe he was more on hopeless.

It’s also been a few months since he had moved to South Korea. 

Jisoo moved with hopes of becoming a producer; he’s been doing well, so far. In his first month, he managed to land a small producing gig for a company that had only one artist. Unfortunately, that didn’t go all too well, because by the next month he was no longer needed since the group just didn’t click with the people and disbanded. Despite having no stable job after that one, he has met a few other aspiring producers around his age and became friends with them, as they all agreed to share possible job openings with one another.

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