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SEUNGMIN
Seungmin to be completely honest, hates the idea of soulmates. He hated how the universe would pick who you're destined for. It's the one freedom he wanted goddamnit. But ever since Seungmin was 16, random scratches and bruises showed up on his body. Sometimes, he would be doing absolutely nothing, and then bam, a cut.
“You have a scratch above your eyebrow honey,” Seungmins mom says sitting at the table for dinner.
Seungmin shrugs, “I think it has something to do with my soulmate.”
“So you're telling me that was caused by your soulmate?” She asks, chuckling a little at the sight of her son shoveling food into his mouth.
“No,” he started but then transitioned into a coughing fit, “I choked on my food. And yes but also no. I looked it up and some people have a soulmate bond where whatever cut, bruise or scratch they got shows up on their soulmates body too.”
The word soulmate sits sour on Seungmins tongue. He hated thinking about it. Was there really any good reason why he hated soulmates? Not really.
“Ah I see, your father and I’s soulmate marks were-”
“Spiders on your wrist and heights his. I know mom you've said this a million times.” They both laugh.
“Aren't you worried about them? Your soulmate I mean, you always have marks on your body.”
“I mean I guess, for all I know he could just play a sport.” Seungmin sighs after saying this. Truth is he is very worried about his other half. Despite not liking the concept of someone being made for you, Seungmins heart was kind and hated seeing people in pain.
JISUNG
“Can this goddamn penis get off my arm!” Jisung yells scrubbing the blue ink on his arm harder. “It won't come off.”
He cries out in defeat, flopping down onto the bathroom floor and puts his head in his hands. “What are my parents going to think.”
“Jisung honey, where are you?” His mom yells from down the hall, “I heard you yelling.”
The boy sighs talking one last look at himself, savoring the last moments of his dignity before stepping out into the hall, “I'm here mom, and yes before you ask there's a penis on my arm and no it won't come off.” He says finally slamming his door.
He makes sure the door is locked before throwing his backpack at the wall. He stared at his arm. Why do I have the most common mark. He yells to himself. He picks up his sharpie and writes ’??’ Below the penis on his arm.
Moments later something else appears on his arm, ‘sorry dude my friend drew it earlier and I didn't know it was gonna trigger my soulmate thing. -s’
Soulmate thing, the words bounce around in his head. How could someone think that the soulmate bond is just some thing? The very thing that keeps Jisungs mind functioning, his only known purpose is just a thing.
He doesn't respond.
But someone did. A small ‘lol’ showed up in a different color. Green. Jisung yelled for the third time since entering his room, and whipped out his laptop for answers.
Turns out, having two soulmates is not a common thing. There's only a few cases nationwide. I guess it makes up for the most common soulmate mark.
JEONGIN
Jeongin sits, alone, in the park on a nice hot morning. He stares at his lap, a string. Something only a small percent of people can see.
The soulmate string. Connecting two soulmates to each other, people are hired to sit in rooms and see couple after couple and tell them if they are soulmates or not. (He knows someone who's broken just a few hearts)
His string is bright pink, symbolizing that him and his soulmate have never met. Most people, like his brother, have green strings. Which means they have met each other.
Jeongin was neutral on the whole soulmate idea. He knew they existed and he knows they're important but he doesn't see the hype. Which is ironic on how this happens to be his sign.
Jeongin could just follow his string to where it takes him, and find his soulmate the easy way. But what if they're not in the country. He looks out at the crowd, mostly green, some pink. He sighs, this guarantees him a job in the future, people go crazy for soulmate readings.
He stands and follows his string for a while. Debating on what to do. He could talk to his friend Seungmin, but the boy hated soulmates. And his parents weren't soulmates so they were useless. His mother's string was red, which means her soulmate died. And his fathers pink. They weren't meant to be with each other. Therefore his dilemma couldn't be solved with their help. He walks to Seungmins house.
MINHO
Soccer was his thing. Without soccer, Minho is just the boy who fails his algebra tests. The number of goals he's got this season makes up for the constant F’s on his tests. (Although he tries his hardest, he can never get above a 75)
Minho doesn't think he has a soulmate. He's tried everything, he wrote on his hand, dreamed extra hard one night, he's not constantly cold or hot. He is just by himself.
The crowded school halls always gave Minho anxiety. Unlike the wide open field, there's too many kids packed into such a small space. He bumps into someone in the hallway, yelling a “sorry!” Before entering his classroom.
“Minho!” He looks up, his best friend, Han Jisung, runs up to him holding out his arm, “look! I have two soulmates.”
Minho sighs, “How do you know you have two?”
“Because one of them signs with s and the other with cb. And it's different colors and handwriting.”
Minho grabs Jisungs arm and looks at it. “Wait Min, what's on your arm?”
Confused, he looks at his arms. His right one, has a dark red mark on it, like someone had slapped it really hard. “I, I don't know? I just walked to class.”
“Maybe that's your soulmate mark?”
“Doubtful.” He sits in his chair, the day already wearing him out and it's only second period. “I don't have a soulmate.”
“You don't think you have one. Maybe your mark is whenever you touch them it leaves a mark? I looked up soulmate marks last night.” He clicks his tongue. Minho just stares at the boy. He has always wished for a soulmate.
It's made him feel lonely. He knows he is just over complicating it but he can't help what he thinks. “Maybe I guess.”
Jisung overdramatically sighs and flops in Minhos lap, “cheer up or I'll eat your toes.”