-you walk into the school bathroom, it reeks of an unbearable scent
-one of the stall hinges are hanging on by a thread, like it could fall at any moment
-you walk into the only stall that isn't a complete disaster and sit down on the floor, back against the door and just ponder everything
-your soulmate hasn't written anything to you, you unzip your backpack and grab a pen
-you open the cap and start to write on your forearm, 'hey, how are you?'
-you close the cap and watch the ink disappear from your arm, and wait
-your arm starts to tingle and a script becomes visible, 'i'm in class', it reads
-you smile, and grab the pen again, 'oh, sorry. i'll talk to you later?' you write
-'sure' is all it reads, you sigh
-your soulmate has never seemed to interested in you, ever
-you pick yourself up and open the stall, some girls entered, looking at the mirror, checking their hair and applying makeup
-you watch them, and walk out
-you walk to english class, open the door, ready to hear your screaming teacher
-"y/n!" you teacher yells as you walk to your desk
-"yes ma'am?" you say, not turning your back from them
-"why are you late?!" she yells
-"i was in the bathroom" was all you said, before sitting down
-your teacher says no more, and scoffs as you as she turns back to the lesson
-after she gives you time to work on your big project that's due in 2 weeks you start to hear the whispering again
-"i heard she doesn't have a soulmate" "her eyes are so red..why hasn't she written to her soulmate?" "she's the only person i've ever met without a soulmate"
-you look around the classroom, at the gossiping girls, and try your best to block out the noise
-you take out the same pen again, and write on your forearm, 'do you get bullied?'
-'no, why?'
-'oh, sorry. there's just a lot i'm going through"
-"i'm sorry to hear that"
-you sigh, and stare to write smaller, 'why do you seem so disinterested in me? we're soulmates, yet you don't even give me a chance?' the text covers your whole arm
-the ink disappears and the etching feeling tangled up your arm
-'sorry, i'm just going through a lot. you seem like a fun person' it reads, the writing was so small you could barely read it
-you decided to have some fun with this mystery person, and start to write random words and funny drawings on your arm
-the drawings disappear and writing appears
-'what are you doing?'
-'being weird, ok, my class is over. i'll ttyl'
-you pick up your bag and exit behind a few people that have left already, you look back at the classroom and see a boy staring at you
-youngjae, the boy who you've never heard talk in your life, yet people still like him
-he looks at you, stares at you
-you raise an eyebrow and leave his view slowly
-when you get home you start sketching on your arm again, drawing somewhat immature drawings and whatever you would doodle on paper
-'can you stop? i'm practicing and this is making my arm itch'
-you look at your arm, as the message slowly disappears, you set the pen on a table and start to do your homework
-after, you decided to annoy him, he's ignored you for years so if he doesn't like you, you might as well annoy the hell out of him
-you start to just blatantly scribble on your arm
-you see messages pop up, from 'stop please' to 'FUCKING STOP! IM BUSY'
-but you don't stop, you let him know how pissed he's made you over the years
-at this point in life, at 17 years old, pretty much everyone has met or knows their soul mate
-everyone who hasn't is automatically labeled at, soul mateless, stupid, i know
-you are the very few people in your school how has never met their soul mate, and when you would try to get them to talk to you, they would either ignore you or tell you to shut up
-so if they were interested, time to find a new person to piss off
-at school the next day, you walk into your science class
-as soon as you enter youngjae stares at you, eyes you up and down, and then looks away
-you give him a confused look, which he obviously doesn't see, and you walk to your seat right next to him
-when class starts and your teacher starts to play a documentary you etch random drawings onto your arm again
-you hear youngjae shifting oddly on his desk, you look over at him, and see me continuously scratching his left arm
-you look at him weirdly and go back to your doodling, you see him staring at you, out of the corner of your eye, and you try to ignore it
-after class, you grab your backpack and wait for everyone else to leave, even the teacher, before you leave
-you walk to the door and feel a hand grab your wrist tightly and swing you around
-you see youngjae push you against the wall, right next to the door and stare at you
-he lifts up his left arm, his sleeve is pulled down, random drawings and words decorate his fore arm
-"i know this is you"
