There was a new person in the RFA now. There hadn't been a new person to join their little association since Jaehee over two years ago. Saeyoung had been immediately charged with researching as much as he could about this new person. He was the first to know their name, what they looked like, what their passwords were for their various accounts, and even what kind of fast food they seemed to prefer judging by the frequency of the card payments.
Saeyoung had been immediately fascinated by this person mostly because they seemed so cute to bully. What kind of person answered the phone for a stranger at midnight and then proceeded to fall for a phone prank? That was absolutely precious. On top of that Saeyoung discovered this person was an artist just like his soulmate. It shouldn't have endeared him so much to a stranger for there to be an association between them, but somehow it did. It made him pause in his own work to gaze down at his bare legs.
His thighs were absolutely covered in something anyone would consider a tattoo. Swirls and rainbows of colors were shaded and highlighted on his pale skin. It dazzled him to see the racing cars and the silly characters from cartoons he half-recognized. There were lyrics artistically drawn from songs he hadn't heard of until he had looked them up. Even now he was listening to those songs and letting his eyes read the lyrics on his legs. He ran his hands over his skin thinking it might smear the masterpieces, but it didn't. This was his favorite work to date. What did this look on his soulmate, he wondered? Already he could see tiny parts that were smeared because of it.
He was worried now.
don't poison yourself He wrote on his hand. He could feel a brush touching up something on the corner of his knee. It paused soon after he finished writing.
It's nontoxic They promised him. That was a relief. Something in his chest loosened to know that.
Before they had asked him what color his skin was. They had used different skin colored markers and had made marks on his arm and asked him to find the one closest to his skin color. He had circled it with a pen. From then on the artwork that appeared on him began to match his skin color. The highlights were always perfect.
The art was just for him, he realized then. They were doing it for him still. What started as something to stop him from scratching had instead turned into a passion for them. He wanted to ask them what their life was now. How people reacted to their art. Did they make a career out of it like the newest RFA member had? Did maybe the newest RFA member know his soulmate? After all, the art now looked extremely professional. It took skill to draw on the back of your own thighs.
His pen hovered over his arm as he barely restrained himself from asking them these questions. He wanted to find out their phone number. Find out their name. If he learned their name, he could find out all of the information about them. He could see what school they went to and whether or not they'd bought or done anything illegal. He could see -if they were going to university- what they wanted to do with their future. He could learn so much about them.
But he didn't write anything. He couldn't. Instead he watched as his soulmate touched up the masterpiece that was his thighs. He felt his cheeks flush at the sensation of the brush moving further up his thighs and caressing the joint of his legs. He pressed his fingers to the spots so it seemed like he was drawing on his skin. He wondered if they could feel the pressure of his finger.
Their information was not for him. Because the moment he learned who they were he would only continue to crave more and more from them. Already he was being greedy. He had told himself in the past that he wouldn't talk to them, but here he was occasionally writing words on himself. Already he had interfered in their life by influencing their love of drawing. Their life was not for him to have no matter how the longing in his chest increased.
So instead he turned his attention back to his phone and scrambled for the chatroom. He would distract himself in his friends. Find out more about this new RFA member who was currently logged into the chatroom (although it appeared that they haven't talked in quite a while. Busy, maybe?) and whether he could mess with them even more. Yoosung was a prime target in the meantime. He would think of ways to tease the other man so that he wouldn't be distracted by the sensation of a paintbrush on his skin.
