I usually wear long sleeves as part of my attire, but recently I've been keeping long sleeves on my being at all times.
Why you may ask?
Because my soulmate seems to have an affinity with writing things down on themself. From chores, to places, to little notes....to drawings of obscene things and inappropriate jokes.
I nearly got caught with a...penis on my forehead one morning due to them. That was the first time I learned to do light makeup.
They usually stick to their arms, particularly their left, so I just wear long sleeves now. I've been tempted to write back, but I have no need to as of now. Soulmates are too much work, and not all of them work out. I have to focus on my company.
I am CNR's director, Jumin Han...
...and my soulmate is a complete enigma.
I am Brianne Sanchez....
...and I may or may not suck at remembering things.
Why use paper when your skin is like a whiteboard? I can just write my thoughts on there, and then erase them with some water and start allll over again tomorrow. Not like anyone sees them right?
God I hope not. I've drawn some pretty weird things on there when I get bored, and sometimes write the dumbest crap.
It's a really good thing soulmates don't exist.
Right?
I'm curious now, though. Unfortunately this little writing demon has wiggled her, yes her, way into my mind. How do I know it's a her?
Well, the answer is obvious. She told me herself. The conversation went pretty smoothly, I'd say.
"Stop writing"
"Who are you?????"
"None of your concern, stop writing, I want to be able to wear short sleeves once more."
"....no"
"....."
"...names Brianne, what's yours?"
Went swimmingly, obviously.
Yet now my issue is what to do next. Again, why chase a soulmate all across the world, it seems so pointless. It's not like I'll get much information besides her name anyways, she's become more selective about the things she writes down now. Though she still writes, that little brat.
All I wanted to do was wear short sleeves again.
Ok so maybe they are real, who knew? Apparently not me, because seeing that elegant writing appear on my arm nearly made me pass out on the spot. But I wrote back because I never got the stranger danger talk, and if they can make their writing appear on my arm then it must be important. Yet all I learned was that soulmates are real and oh god I drew a penis on my forehead once for an entire day oh shit oh shit-
Anyways, I've been a lot lighter on my writing because I feel bad but I can't help but to turn to my own little writing board constantly. They're just gonna have to suck it up.
"Jumin"
"Huhwha"
"The name is Jumin, you had asked earlier"
"Ooooo yeah!! It's nice to meet youuuu"
"Likewise"
"...so I'm sorry about the penis that one time-"
At least I got an apology, I suppose that's better than nothing. I never gave a last name, mainly because everyone knows that last name. She'd immediately know who I am and then I'd just have another gold digger on my hands.
