Go ahead and cry, little girl...
Nobody does it like you do.
I know how much it matters to you.
I know that you've got daddy issues,
And if you were my little girl...
I'd do whatever I could do.
I'd run away and hide with you.
I love that she's got daddy issues, and I do too.
I listen to the bop, not bothering to look at the lyrics flashing on the screen. My eyes are closed, and I picture myself running and hiding away with my soulmate. I'm not sure who they are, but it can wait. For now, I'm picturing a pretty girl, with short hair and an interesting face.
Not a bad face, not by a long shot, but not a common combination. It's something I can't really describe, like the feeling you get when you're thinking about something, and it slips away from you. It leaves you a little confused, looking around, trying to remember how you got here and why you came.
It's currently 5:01 AM, and I've been up all night writing, reading and spamming my brain with reminders to go to sleep. Mom wants me awake in the morning, she wanted to do some baking while we were still on the weekend. From what I've heard, we'll be making peppermint brownies.
I glance at my wrist. I wonder if my soulmate likes brownies? I sure as heck do. I rub my soulmark absentmindedly. I observe that my soulmate is happy, as the tattooed tree curling up my arm is now a pretty shade of gold. I feel good knowing they feel good. I wonder how we'll meet....maybe they'll be lost and need directions? Or we'll start as friends, and then they'll grab my wrist and ask to sit with me at lunch? Maybe I'll be falling and they'll catch me...I laugh inwardly at the thought. Damn, I'm a hopeless romantic, aren't I?
I find myself thinking about the more pressing matter at hand. Will they like me? I'm not exactly a perfect specimen. I'm clumsy, a little chubby around the middle(still working on that), and academically average in everything except for math, geography, and history. I suck at math, but I get straight As in my AP human geography class. The only thing that keeps me grounded is music, actually. Does my soulmate like music?
I sigh and get back to my work. I wish I knew who I would end up with...

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Stuck With Jungkook
FanfictionWe live in a world where Soulmates are a thing, and each soulmate has a matching tattoo. As it turns out, I happen to be soulmates with a korean kpop idol. Like, a really FAMOUS idol. Not that I mind, he seems nice, but you know...I'm not the type...