#Just three guys recording themselves on a couch one half naked and doing questionable things to a pineapple.

[kim-tey]

The rise of Pineapple Man [x]

[luci-is-a-devil-]

First Lies and Second Tries

Word Count: 4,217

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Crack, Dark thoughts? 

A/N: This has been in the works for a while, and today I decided it’d be great to write 3.7K of it today! So you get it now, how wonderful! This is also trash but I hope you enjoy it! Please understand that this is very odd, i’d love to hear your thoughts on it and stories you may want! As always, I recommend reading on desktop, editing on mobile is shitty!!

The single word that was inked on your wrist since you were born was interesting, although very difficult to even fathom finding your soulmate. Usually it was a sentence, even though a couple of words was rare, a single word was a one in a thousand. That was you, inked with the first lie your soulmate would say to you.

"No."

When you were younger you fantasized about how you'd meet your soulmate, how the lie would be something small that you could get past. As you got older, you realized that was improbable. There was more of a chance that you would break up and you wouldn't know it was them.

There were so many other ways that people had found their soulmates, having their first lie to you tattooed on your skin since birth had to be the most difficult one. You'd rather see in black and white and experience colors for the first time together, or even have the day they would die on your wrist.

You had gotten used to it, ignoring the two letters on your wrist except to cover it up with concealer. When you had first started dating, it was difficult to bear the thought of not being soulmates with him. Your fear came true one night, when you knew that he was lying to you. Your tears fell and he laughed, thinking that he had hurt you, he had but not for the reason he though he had.

Three breaks up later and being single for a few years, you found that being alone was a lot better than having to worry. So you stayed alone, focusing on school and your friends, happy when they found their soulmates but anxious that yours wouldn't stay.

There was always a little seed of doubt in the back of your mind, hidden away in the depths of the darkest corner, where every negative thought was stored, to be worried about at night.

That's why you were afraid to start dating again, or maybe that's the reason you had decided on just so you wouldn't have to think about your soulmate, it was a solution, not a healthy one.

"Y/N? Can you cover for me? Hello?"

You turned your head to see you friend bending over to whisper to you, making puppy eyes at you. Rolling your eyes at him, you nodded.

"You get my Saturday next week."

"Deal."

The lesson ended and you grabbed your bag, not bothering to organize the papers you were shoving inside. Yugyeom rushed over, thanking you for covering his shift. Replying that it was no problem, the two of you walked out of the classroom.

"A date with Jeongguk on a Wednesday?" You questioned him, shaking your head at their poor planning skills. "The people who own the bowling alley are going to ban you two someday."

Yugyeom Punched your shoulder, glaring at you with flushed cheeks that he couldn't blame on the cold. You laughed at him, waving him goodbye as you rushed to the bus stop. If you were gonna cover, you needed to hurry up.

The bus took you from campus to the art museum you worked at, it was an easy job, that's why both you and Yugyeom worked there. You quickly went to the back and stuffed your items into your locker, changing into your uniform in record time.

They usually just had you stationed at on place in case someone needed help finding the bathroom or needed to be directed to another employee. Since it was a Wednesday, there were few people inside, the only few sad souls who happened to reside there besides the employees were some teenagers and elders.

You were stationed in front of some intricate art that made no sense to you, the colors clashed and seemed that it was painted in a hurry to you, of course you would never say that aloud though. The amount of art snobs that came by with a love of arguing could still be here in between the elders and teens that were making fun of the statures naked figures.

As you avoided the eyes of strangers that looked at the art you stood by, you zoned out in order to keep your sanity. Only coming back to reality when you could feel someones eyes on you. It was someone you hadn't noticed in your quick glaze over who had resided in to semi small museum. It was a boy around your height, wearing a diamond pattered jacket over a white shirt, his dark brown hair contrasted the shades he wore.

Your gaze met his, making him look at the floor. It wouldn't be the first time that you had someone be interested in you whilst you worked. Of course you would ignore it unless things got out of hand, only then would you call security over.

The boy approached, making you shrug into yourself. You hated causing a scene but if it came down to it you were prepared to keep yourself safe, no way in hell were you going to die in a boring ass museum.

"Excuse me? I think you should call the art loss register because you just stole my heart."

What made you laugh wasn't the awful pickup line, it was the obviously fake confidence he had. His ears were flushed pink and he was fidgeting with his hands. Usually it was jocks who were accompanied with other buff guys who'd come by to hit on the staff, not some anxious college kid.

"I don't think that classifies as art, just an organ."

You replied, smiling at him. He grinned back, asking about the art you were standing by instead of another pickup line. You shrugged, your own cheeks flushing as you admitted that you didn't know much about art, that you had just applied here because your friend had.

He laughed, agreeing that he wasn't much of an art guy either, he was just here to say that he had completed a dare his friends had tasked him with. The conversation came to a close as the two of you got interrupted by an elderly woman complaining of a group of teens taking pictures of a statues privates. Assuring her that you would ask them to stop, she left huffing and mumbling about the youth these days. As you went to say goodbye to the male you had been talking to for the past half hour, he smiled,

"I may not be Yves Klein, but I’d be pretty blue if I didn’t get your phone number."

You cackled, agreeing that it'd be pretty awful if he turned blue. So you added your number to his phone. Something that you usually wouldn't do, but something was yelling at you to do so. So you did, smiling as you waved him goodbye.

Who knew that the best part of your day would be flirting with a cute stranger?

--

When you had gotten home you had expected Yugyeom to be there, not with Jeongguk and two others in tow but that's what you saw.

"Why are the four of you here, actually better question, who are you?"

You removed your jacket, throwing it with the other jackets laid in a slump, forgotten and probably smelled foul.

"Well, I'm Yugyeom and I live here."

The brunette introduced himself, laughing as you glared at him. Being childhood friends, you think you'd be used to the shit he pulled. You were but it was easier to ignore him, sadly you couldn't when the boys he was with carried on the introductions.

"I'm Jeongguk, Twenty one and I never learned how to fucking read."

You flipped off the black haired male, making the two males that you actually knew cackle at your pain. You help get them together and this is how they repay you? A perfect pair of bastards.

"Great, now that you two are done, who the fuck are you?" You asked the two males who were awkwardly sat on the couch next to each other, seeming like they wanted to be anywhere else but here. You couldn't blame them, who knew how long they'd had to deal with those assholes.

"Actually, I'm not done. I'm Yug-"

"If it wasn't for the laws of this land I would have slaughtered you."

You sat on Yugyeom, causing his boyfriend to yell at you as you stuck your tongue out at him. There was barely enough space on the couch for two people, you wouldn't question how in hell they fit themselves on the couch.

"I'm Seokmin, this is Mingyu. If you want we can leave, I don't want any trouble."

His eyes shifted around, trying to read the situation. His friend seemed oblivious to Seokmin's worry as he began to explain how they met.

"We were bowling because I had coupons that expired today and Hao couldn't go so I bribed Seokmin to come instead. But when we got there we saw Jeongguk getting kicked out of the bowling alley. They didn't let us in since they thought we were friends with them."

Mingyu spilled, causing Yugyeom and Jeongguk to grin sheepishly. You laughed, shaking your head at the situation. Sure, you had said that in passing during your earlier conversation but you hadn't expected it to come true.

"You guys are a mess, first the Mcdonalds, now the bowling alley? What's next, Chuck E Cheese?"

You teased them, getting off of Yugyeom and heading to the kitchen. The conversation continued as they realized you weren't going to kick them out. Your phone buzzed, startling you as you were shutting the fridge.

Not Yves Klein Hope you made it home safe!

It was a simple text yet it made your heart flutter, you felt your cheeks flush. You were glad you had left the living room. The boys would tease you for anything, especially if it was about a budding crush.

Piece of art I did! Hope you did too

You weren't know for your texting skills, in fact you were known to be the second worst, right after Jeongguk, and that's only because he doesn't text back.

There had been nothing good to eat so you called out, asking if they were down to split the cost of pizza. They were, even with Jeongguk whining that he had a total of seven cents on him. So you ordered, asking for two pies.

Right after you placed your order, your phone buzzed again, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Not Yves Klein safe and sound

Underneath his first text was a bubble with three dots, signaling that he was writing another text. Your head ran with ideas. Should you lock your phone so you didn't look like you were waiting? Or should you respond with something witty?

Before you had made up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

Not Yves Klein Are you free next week? Maybe Thursday?

You screamed, throwing your phone at the wall. Jeongguk ran into the kitchen holding a lamp, screaming as well.

"What's going on?"

Yugyeom asked following his boyfriend into the kitchen. You stared at your phone in shock, walking over and picking it up. It wasn't cracked thankfully. Your fingers danced across the screen quickly, almost as fast as your heart beat.

Piece of art I am! I have classes during the day though, no work luckily

"Did you scream at your phone, wuss?"

Jeongguk teased, ignoring the fact that he had also been screaming. Yugyeom rolled his eyes, walking out shaking his head and muttering about how everyone around was a bigger idiot then he was, which at least he admitted he too was an idiot.

"Shut up, asshole. I've got a date."

You grinned, amusing yourself as you waited to get a text back from the cute boy with bad pick up lines.

"With which hand?"

Jeongguk cackled as you threw an oven mitt at him, he easily caught it, being on the baseball team and whatever. You liked to ignore your friends clubs especially when it led to the reminder of seeing Yugyeom and Jeongguk in a compromising position, whilst in their sport attire. No thank you, you were not down for that life style.

Not Yves Klein Cool! There's a chill bowling place not too far from campus we could go to

You laughed, making Jeongguk raise an eyebrow at you while chugging juice out of the container, something you hated. So you threw the other oven mitt.

The apartment was filled the screams of a now orange juice covered college student.

--

It had been a few months since you had met BamBam, a couple since the of you decided to be a thing. That meant gross PDA and fighting the other couple in your apartment to see who could be the grossest.

They usually won.

It was fun to have laidback double dates though, where the four of you would watch awful movies just to make fun of it, or have nerf gun fights and have dramatic monologues when you died.

Today had been one of those nights, where the four of you watched a movie, squished on the couch and eating an unhealthy amount of popcorn until one by one drifted to sleep. The movie still playing in the background, none could be bothered to pause it or turn it off.

You were between Bam and Jeongguk, both cuddlers. You preferred to have enough space to breath while sleeping but that wasn't an option as you were pinned between the two.

The sun rose and bodies became even more twisted in each other. Looking more like vines then limbs. It wasn't until Yugyeom's alarm rang that everyone had to untangle themselves from the roots of limbs.

"Fuck."

Yugyeom rolled off of the couch grabbing his bag and rushing out the door, leaving you confused. It was Sunday, wasn't it?

Pulling out your phone that was on twenty percent, you realized that it wasn't Sunday, It was a Monday morning and you had less then five minutes to get to class.

Falling off the couch with less grace then the male who had done the stunt minutes earlier, you grabbed your backpack and hurriedly put on your shoes.

"It's Monday, Fuckers! Get up or be late!"

And with that, you too ran out of the apartment. Hoping to make it before the bell rang, your first class of the day was taught by an old ass of a woman, she went off on tangents and allowed three absences before your grades would fail.

You were known to be late, miss classes quite often. You'd have reason, but it was often difficult to explain that you were late because your mother had forgotten where you lived and was in the bad part of the city and you had to get her.

So you already had three absences, you couldn't afford another one. You were barely passing as it was.

You made it inside of the building, ignoring the burning inside of your lungs. There were other students running as well, looking similar with sleepy eyes and messed up hair.

You just made it into the class as the bell rung, quickly sitting in your seat while the teacher took attendance. Attempting to fix your hair while other students called out to say that they had also made it to class.

"Y/N?"

"Here."

You said a little too loudly, sheepishly smiling as she glared. Class had begun, you had made it. Another week of torture had started.

-

Classes went by and at lunch you met up with your group that had grown with the addition of BamBam.

Minghao and Mingyu, Seokmin and Soonyoung, the group known as the campus couples group now. It was really because half had been banned at the bowling place and couldn't go there anymore. Minghao had been annoyed at Mingyu, Soonyoung thought it was hilarious. 

All eight of you were sat on the grass, eating food that you had acquired from the vending machine. You were munching on a bag of off brand cheetos, they tasted weird but you were hungry.

"I mean, Gyeom and I probably aren't soulmates but I love him anyway."

Jeongguk shrugged, rubbing his thumb across Yugyeom's knuckles. The two had been together for a while, they had gone through so much and knew that they would one day find their soulmates.

"But what if your soulmate is super hot and likes both of you?"

Mingyu asked, the whole not knowing your soulmate thing was so foreign to him. He had met Minghao when the two were five. The two had met once the Chinese boy returned a dinosaur that someone had stolen from Mingyu, only for color to flood their vision.

"Likes both of us? Who would have such bad taste?"

Yugyeom cackled, Jeongguk punching him with his free hand.

"We'll see. I'm happy with this oversized dork, so they can find someone else."

Yugyeom cooed at his boyfriend, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

"What about you, Y/N?"

You shrugged, putting another fake cheeto in your mouth.

"I've got the first lie they say on my wrist, or that's what doctors say at least."

There were many reasons that someone would have words inked on their flesh, the first words their soulmate would say, the last words, first lie. The list went on. In a world where soulmates were normal, platonic or romantic, it was difficult to understand what meant what.

"That sounds hard."

Soonyoung said, his own fingers rubbing across the nearly invisible words on his wrist. He had met Seokmin in their highschool years over the internet. The first words Seokmin had said were "God, you do look like a hamster."

Seokmin's own wrist was inked with "Well, at least i'm not wearing crocs." The two had been shocked at seeing their internet friend and finding their soulmate.

BamBam had been very quiet the whole discussion, which was surprising as he was usually just as talkative as everyone else.

You looked at him, sending him a questioning glance. Your eyes met his, him avoiding yours.

"I've gotta go."

The seven of you were shocked to see him grab hid bag and rush away, Soonyoung looked at you, asking if he had something wrong.

"I don't know."

You shrugged, no longer feeling hungry. Wiping the cheese residue on your pants, you pulled out your phone to text him.

Piece of art Are you alright???

The conversation died down, everyone eating silently and waving good bye as they walked to their next class. You only had morning classes so you were free, leaving alone with a mind full of worries.

You knew some people didn't like speaking about soulmates, some felt this anger towards their soulmate, because who had decided that this was their person to be around?

Maybe Bambam had felt that way, maybe he didn't have a soulmate.

--

It had been five days since you last saw Bambam, since he'd run away. You were annoyed and worried at this point. If someone had said something, he should have said something. Everyone was an adult.

After classes, you decided you were going to his apartment. You had made sure that he'd be there, texting his roommates. Jackson had replied with a thumbs up and Mark had replied with a singular yes.

So here you were, knocking on the door and waiting to see your boyfriend. The door opened, Bambam standing in a pair of boxers and an over sized t-shirt. He sighed, letting you in.

The apartment was a mess, but it had been the same way the other times you had come.

"What the fuck is going on, Bam?"

You asked, not sitting down. You wanted answers first, why he'd walked away, why he hadn't been responding.

"It doesn't matter."

BamBam said, not even facing you, putting away dishes in the correct spot. You were infuriated, how could he say it didn't matter? Of course it did.

"Maybe not to you, but it matters to me. So, what the fuck?"

Your voice held more anger then you wanted it too, but you were trying to stop yourself from this becoming a big thing. You didn't want to break up, you didn't want to put yourself in the same box you had years ago when you fought just like today.

"Shut up! I told you it doesn't matter! Can't you just leave it alone?"

A mug broke under his grasp, much like your patience. You could understand if it was about soulmates but this seemed like it was nothing besides anger.

"No! I can't just leave, I'm an adult unlike you! I talk about the things i'm going through! Do you even love me?"

Tears filled your eyes and you tried your best not to let them fall, you would be strong. You would not let him hurt you, even if that's what he wanted.

"No."

A single word, a word you had known since birth, how ironic that it was always that word that made you break. You ignored the pain you felt, the love you had built and you let ugly words spill from your lips.

"I hate you."

You were gone, you let your feet carry you away from the apartment. Tears falling, fists clenched and running. You were never one with your emotions, it always felt like someone else was in your body, that you were a puppet being controlled by some heartless creature. Had you not suffered enough already?

You were hurt.

--

It was only when you stumbled back to you apartment that you realized the black ink under your skin on your wrist was no longer there, that it had become the ink that you saw on others wrists. The one that let you know that you'd met your soulmate.

Not for the first time you cursed the world, that your soulmate would be through a fight, a lie. It had hurt to know that he was lying, that he did love you, nothing had been fixed by knowing he was you soulmate.

"Oh, Y/N."

Yugyeom sighed, holding you as you cried. Jeongguk watched from the couch, his fingers clutched on a pillow. You sobbed and sobbed until you could no longer fill the pain, becoming numb.

"What happened?"

You had been moved to the couch somehow, a faint memory telling you that Jeongguk carried you to the couch.

"He's my soulmate."

You said, focused on the floor where you two shared your first kiss. It had been another one of those double dates where the others fell asleep first. Soft lips pressed to yours that made you feel like you were in a dream.

"I'm so sorry, baby."

Jeongguk pet your head, letting it fall on his shoulder as your shoulder shook. There were no more tears to cry, but you were still so angry.

So the three of you sat on the couch that was much too small, and they cried for you, comforting you in not being the only one saddened by the nights events.

--

Days had passed, you couldn't say what you had done for those days. Everything had blurred together at some point, you weren't sure when you had eaten last. There was just the knowledge that tomorrow was another day you'd have to live through.

The bus carried you to your job, now just a Wednesday you worked. You stuffed you belongings away, changing slowly. You dreaded going out there, but even when you didn't want to be alive you had to pay rent.

The museum was as busy as it had been last time, college students snapchatting the sculptures parts, elders walking around without much care of the art, only coming because it was the only social contact they had.

It was always the same, you didn't mind as you daydreamed. Getting away from your life as you stood in front of a painting called "regarde les étoiles dans les rêves de quelqu'un" A mouthful really, something you'd butcher if someone asked about it.

Footsteps told you someone was approaching, and you were shaken from your daydream.

"What do you think about this painting?"

A familiar voice made you go through so many emotions at once, anger, sadness, fear. There was want in you as well, you wanted things to go back to how they had been. Of course it couldn't.

"I think it's beautiful."

It was beautuiful. Unlike the other art hung up with vibrant colors, this one was simple. It had two shadows of people, seeming like they were sleeping while star gazing, the stars on one half brighter than the others.

It had always been your favorite here.

"Why?"

You sighed, unsure of what he wanted, of what he was trying to do. "Because it's someone seeing something they created, maybe a take on the grass is greener. But I think it's about them seeing both, the good and the bad together."

He nodded, the two of you standing in the silence. It wasn't strange, but it made you hope for more, that he'd come to apologize and everything would be fine.

It wasn't.

"I'm sorry."

But one day it could be.