Fate Written on Your Hand - 3/?
Title: Fate Written on Your Hand
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: Juntoshi
Summary: They say that once you and your soulmate’s skin touch for the first time, magical things happen. Jun was almost done believing this silly story his mother told him until that fateful day.
A/N: Sorry for the short update!
INDEX: 01 || 02 || 03 ||
CHAPTER 3:
Satoshi sighed. He looked at the clock and then on his arm. Nobody replied to his drawings.
“Once you’ve touched your soulmate, you will see! There’s magic! Magic!” his friend and early patrons of his coffee shop, Masaki, once said.
Satoshi thought that the concept of finding one’s soulmate is nice. He would not have to live alone. He was not actively looking; after all, he was able to touch the hands of a lot of customers every day. Surely, one of them might be his soulmate!
Unless his soulmate lives in Vietnam or something.
Every 12 PM, his breaktime, Satoshi would go to the pantry, take out his small set of art supplies, and draw anything on his forearm. He would always hope that at the end, his soulmate would reply, or even interrupt his doodles.
It was a frustrating process. Ever since he opened the shop and Masaki came to blabber about having this magic connection with his soulmate, Satoshi had stupidly done this until it became his habit.
The coffee shop grew and grew with more patrons (well, the Starbucks nearby was still the biggest competition) and he was able to meet more new faces. It was a subtle talent of his to recognize his customers’ faces so he was able to look at each of them with familiarity and somehow remember their favorite orders.
“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” he sighed to himself one day as he stopped painting on his arm. Thinking that he should not waste his efforts drawing fake tattoos on his forearm, he placed newspapers on the floor, painted the walls white, and started painting his murals.
Satoshi painted the wall as if it was his forearm; he wanted to get his message across. It would be a waste to draw for someone who didn’t see his art so it would be better to put it out for the world to see.
He spent the whole night, getting covered with paint, his hands shaking due to tiredness, but he did not stop until he was satisfied.
“Wow, Ohno-san, that’s a great mural,” Chika, his assistant, said as he opened the door the next day. Satoshi was lying on the newspapers, asleep due to tiredness.
His assistant kindly told him that he could go home and have a day off. Satoshi gladly obliged. It made him more inspired, though, to draw another artwork on his forearm using his bigger and more comprehensive art set.
“Ah, I’m hopeless,” he muttered to himself as he dropped on the floor of his apartment. His roommate quickly went towards him.
“Oh-chan, you weren’t home last night,” Kazu said. “And you stink of acetone and paint. What’s up?”
“I just did a major renovation on the shop,” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Okay,” his friend replied. “I’m going to leave now so, yeah, better lock the doors.”
Satoshi thanked his roommate and went to his bedroom, making sure that he had a 12 PM alarm on for his usual routine.
Genre: fluff, romance
Pairing: Juntoshi
Summary: They say that once you and your soulmate’s skin touch for the first time, magical things happen. Jun was almost done believing this silly story his mother told him until that fateful day.
A/N: Sorry for the short update!
INDEX: 01 || 02 || 03 ||
CHAPTER 3:
Satoshi sighed. He looked at the clock and then on his arm. Nobody replied to his drawings.
“Once you’ve touched your soulmate, you will see! There’s magic! Magic!” his friend and early patrons of his coffee shop, Masaki, once said.
Satoshi thought that the concept of finding one’s soulmate is nice. He would not have to live alone. He was not actively looking; after all, he was able to touch the hands of a lot of customers every day. Surely, one of them might be his soulmate!
Unless his soulmate lives in Vietnam or something.
Every 12 PM, his breaktime, Satoshi would go to the pantry, take out his small set of art supplies, and draw anything on his forearm. He would always hope that at the end, his soulmate would reply, or even interrupt his doodles.
It was a frustrating process. Ever since he opened the shop and Masaki came to blabber about having this magic connection with his soulmate, Satoshi had stupidly done this until it became his habit.
The coffee shop grew and grew with more patrons (well, the Starbucks nearby was still the biggest competition) and he was able to meet more new faces. It was a subtle talent of his to recognize his customers’ faces so he was able to look at each of them with familiarity and somehow remember their favorite orders.
“You’re hopeless, aren’t you?” he sighed to himself one day as he stopped painting on his arm. Thinking that he should not waste his efforts drawing fake tattoos on his forearm, he placed newspapers on the floor, painted the walls white, and started painting his murals.
Satoshi painted the wall as if it was his forearm; he wanted to get his message across. It would be a waste to draw for someone who didn’t see his art so it would be better to put it out for the world to see.
He spent the whole night, getting covered with paint, his hands shaking due to tiredness, but he did not stop until he was satisfied.
“Wow, Ohno-san, that’s a great mural,” Chika, his assistant, said as he opened the door the next day. Satoshi was lying on the newspapers, asleep due to tiredness.
His assistant kindly told him that he could go home and have a day off. Satoshi gladly obliged. It made him more inspired, though, to draw another artwork on his forearm using his bigger and more comprehensive art set.
“Ah, I’m hopeless,” he muttered to himself as he dropped on the floor of his apartment. His roommate quickly went towards him.
“Oh-chan, you weren’t home last night,” Kazu said. “And you stink of acetone and paint. What’s up?”
“I just did a major renovation on the shop,” he said in a sleepy voice.
“Okay,” his friend replied. “I’m going to leave now so, yeah, better lock the doors.”
Satoshi thanked his roommate and went to his bedroom, making sure that he had a 12 PM alarm on for his usual routine.