Stuck With Jungkook

Communication

My soulmate is sad. The tree on my forearm has turned black, twisting and decaying as the leaves fall. I wonder what happened? Are they okay? I wince as the tree withers even more, and I feel my heart break. I hate when this happens. Most of the time they're a happy person, but when they get sad, they get sad sad. I hope someone's there to take care of them.

I absentmindedly start rubbing my mark. I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish, but I kind of hope my soulmate can feel it, and knows I'm there. I've heard of people communicating through their marks, but I've never been able to.

After a few minutes, my arm starts to feel weird. I take my hand away, but the rubbing feeling doesn't stop-wait, it does. I rub my arm again, and it comes back! Is my soulmate trying to talk to me? I vigourously rub a pattern into my arm, and there it is again, in the same pattern! I keep rubbing patterns, and whoever it is keeps responding. During the last five minutes, the tree has been growing and flourishing, and now it reaches all the way up my arm, chest, neck and cheek, a new record. My mark has turned a pinkish-purple hue that I can only associate with the L word...I'm pretty sure theirs has too. I gently caress the tattoo, all over, and feel them do the same. I put my hand on my shoulder and press down, and they put their hand in the same position. We stay like that for a while, until I feel them rub a little, and slip away, the tree shrinking a little at the loss of contact. I wait a little, but it doesn't come back. I'm a little disappointed, but they must have had somewhere to be, I don't mind.

I open my computer and pop in my earbuds, turning on The Aftermath by Caravan Palace.

Now, I need to complete my mission...getting BTS fansign tickets! I wait until the moment they go on sale, and I quickly secure a spot before other ARMYs can steal them all. The transaction is complete, and my bank account...is completely drained.