vmin soulmate au where the things your soulmate write on their body appear on yours, too. jimin is in university and watches, for the umpteenth time, this transfer student called kim taehyung. he doesn't want to admit it to himself but he definitely, without doubt, has a crush.

except they've never spoken before, never even met eyes, but there was something about this taehyung person doodling stuff on his notebook every time they had class anyways.

so, jimin is intrigued, to say the least.

a few weeks into the semester they still haven't talked even once, and so jimin's heart skips a few too many beats when he sees taehyung look over every few times as he doodles. this time on his skin.

it doesn't take jimin long to realize that taehyung is doodling /him/ onto his arm.

heart in his throat, beating ferociously, he blushes prettily and fails to concentrate on the class throughout the entirety of the few hours he's stuck in there.

and he hates himself for giving into the whole soulmate bullshit, he really does. he's never once tried figuring out who his is, if he even had one. never scribbled something onto his own arm to find him. and his hadn't done so, either.

so jimin hates how much he's itching to roll up the sleeves of his hoodie and check his arm.

he hates how much he can't control the huge smile spreading on his face after the class has ended, too – because there he was, smiling down at a near-perfect sketch of himself, /happy/.

he can't be blamed, really, for taking his stuff to sprint out of the classroom and find taehyung.

the second he's out the door, he crashes into a figure rounding the corner. his voice catches in his throat, then, as he sees taehyung's wide eyes look down at him apologetically.

"i'm so sorry, i wasn't looking where i was–"

"i love that sketch of me on your arm," jimin blurts, interrupting taehyung, another blush overtaking his face. "you're, uh– yeah. you're really talented..."

face contorted into a look of utter embarrassment and confusion, taehyung looks down at his sleeves, checking to see if he's really been idiotic enough to roll up his sleeves for everyone to see the doodle of jimin he'd made in class.

except–

except his sleeves aren't rolled upwards at all, and, "oh."

/oh/.

when he realizes, eyes blown fully open as his head snaps back towards jimin, jimin can't help but smile sheepishly, another blush overtaking his face.

but then taehyung smiles, wide and boxy and wonderful and warm, and jimin feels this inexplicable happiness run through him.

and when he screams into his pillow in the evening as he looks down on his skin again, utter happiness and excitement overtaking him, well – let him. he deserves to have this.

'yes yes yes yes yes. yes,' jimin replies to the question written on his arm eagerly, after he's successfully calmed himself down enough.

yes yes yes yes yes. yes, he'd love to go on a date with him this friday.